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had a nice chat with pechebaie, guinevere33's friend from school, and another with southpaw526.

and then i dreamed that i went to a convention of sorts with my aunt and uncle and some people were selling what purported to be a review by me of a book of wax's which i happened to know she had not actually written.

hmmmmmmmmm.

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html doesn't work in im windows for me.

what the hell is up with that.

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my mom's college friend, jim, is a great guy, eccentric and hilarious, but really kind of childish in both the innocent way and some other ways. they were dating her (sophomore?) year, and she broke up with him because he slept with her roommate/friend. he didn't find much of anything wrong with having done so, or didn't seem to. they're still pretty close friends, however.

he's sort of a mad scientist. goes to burning man every year. has a tomato-shaped hole in the garage door where he launched a tin-foil wrapped tomato through it with a thing he designed. engineers lasers and has them built for fun--engineers planes at cessna for a living. at his house my sister and i rode around behind his bicycle in a rickshaw he made out of pieces of a kids' bike, plywood, an umbrella and a giant rattan chair.

just now heard on the radio: a garage winemaker in seattle who is a competitive cyclist (um, yeah, jim too) and a boeing engineer?

my mom: a--cyclist and--hee! did you hear that?
me: he's like jim about wine.
mom: and i think jim even works for boeing!
me: ::rolling my eyes:: cessna.
mom: right, cessna. aha, but he USED to work for boeing and they LAID HIM OFF...

i'm not sure, however, whether her memory may be trusted even in this.

in other news, i ate two and a half full meals yesterday.

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i had something to say, but i forgot what it was. so just a few things instead:

kids can be good in the not-bad sense all fucking DAY and that long is still too long to spend with them without some kind of magic. there are exactly four kids in the universe i could spend all day with, and one is my precious little sweet blossom of a baby niece who's going to be the most spoiled child EVER if panda and aubry and i have anything to say about it.

science fiction plot bunnies are congregating, although not yet multiplying. i probably am going to have to comb through my old writing-ideas files.

i have due south tapes.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

when spending all day babysitting has anything resembling a positive effect:

perhaps i need to get a life.