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the semagic client has a new version out, and the icon for it is a purple fountain pen instead of a blue pencil! my goodness, the adorability! together with talking to the waxlet, well. ::fans herself::

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so tomorrow, i'm being co-opted to visit the austere premises of tuscaloosa middle school to beat up the bad kids intimidate make my mom a webpage.

and, oh, they may *think* they can stop me from using livejournal from there? ahahah. anonymizer.com, baby. and aim express. html coding=fun! ::bounce::

::whistles innocently::

newsflash.

cim thing: you know, a lot of highlander sucks. sadly.
BabyBlueWax: really? you don't say?
BabyBlueWax: I'm shocked.
cim thing: well, a lot of many genres suck.
BabyBlueWax: yes.
cim thing: so it's not, like... anyway.
cim thing: ::sigh::

this is just very sad, though. i don't have the energy to go out and get an entirely *new* genre now, but all the old ones suck. maybe smallville, but that's pretty annoying. i may have gone past my tolerance-of-bad-stories period there already. dammit, what am i going to read?

i don't know about this word 'hate.'

how humiliating is it to have to admit that one's s.o. was wiser than one in some disagreement over with weeks ago? but i can't sustain hate or even anger indefinitely. i'm feeling mellow and sort of indifferent. everyone just carry on, i'm cool. msa said something about feel free to hate her and i was all, 'oh, i don't hate her,' and then remembered that hating her is on my interests list. hum.

well, it's not EXACTLY the same thing. the one is an emotion, the other a political statement.

not that that's not fucked too.

so anyway: hate is one thing and distaste is really another. hate just... it's an energetic sort of emotion. implies a lot of investment, too, and how lame is it to continually *keep* investing energy in something that makes you feel *bad* in the end?

darn.

well, anyway. so, no more hating. although i'm not changing my interests list unless i still have this sort of thought tomorrow.

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read pros fic. a period piece quite emphatically. was just saying to my darling how interesting it is that you can often tell when the story was written, with these older fandoms. it's in the style, and you can read the filter of the cultural attitudes towards gay lovin' at the time. hm. fascinating indeed.

i'm feeling the need to go shopping. or, well, not to shop, per se, but there are things that i need to acquire even beyond prescription medication. i want some new lingerie, for one thing. and i need a slinky dress.

has anyone else noticed how my puppy keeps stealing, not only my bed, but the very top of it where my head should go?

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i love old vocal jazz and its cheesy lyrics. also, cuteness in many forms. people will tell you i'm inclined to spot it everywhere and pull it out of clean air and such. don't believe them, though. i'm always right!

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bastards.

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at dinner:

lillian: [bites daddy's sleeve]
mom: [breathes smoke] NOT AT THE TABLE!
me: [collapses on mom's arm, laughing and gasping for breath]
dad: [barely able to speak] but the table is where you're supposed to bite things!
mom: not SHIRTS!
lillian: [giggle] [bite]
mom: [snatching up her wine goblet] that's it, i can't take it.
me: [dangles from her arm, laughing helplessly]
dad: [screams with laughter; his chair almost tips over]
mom: [makes room-leaving motions] [drinks wine]
dad: i don't know what's funnier, you not being able to take lillian biting my sleeve, or what cim will probably write about it in her livejournal.

then we did the *second* night of channukah early as well, because we're going to have aunts and uncles here for the first three or four, i think, and we want to not exchange presents in front of them (or rather, mom wanted to not exchange important ones). so lillian got a giant programmed keyboard. thingy. and i got two very secret diary shirts (ringwraith #5: how i detest this life of vile servitude)(arwen: aloof, unavailable elf princess). mommy got a cutting board and daddy got some vintage sf magazine cover magnets with flying saucers, but no.

the *important* thing as that both mom and lillian--this is genetic--left the room struck to incoherency with delight, muttering repetitively.

lillian: wow. wow, this is so cool. this is so cool. i'm so happy. this is cool.
mom: oh my. wow. it's so pretty! i don't think i've ever had a cutting board this pretty before! or, well, [x] is very pretty and [y] is nice too but this one is the best *present*, and that one wasn't as useful and besides, this one is so, well, that was pretty but it wasn't this elegant!

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waking up at six.

if i know what's good for me, tomorrow i will not forget the precious laptop.