split entry in two
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dragonlady7I decided it would be nicer to split the literary reviews from the highly personal details, so, here are the highly personal details. ;)
So Thursday night I absently went to check my email, though as I was busy reading (I got issues 10 and 11 of Black Gate Magazine on Wednesday, more on that later) I wasn’t trying very hard. After a while I realized the page wasn’t loading. Hm.
Z went by at that point, feet thumping at a relatively high rate of speed. I wondered what he was up to, but as I was reading, I didn’t wonder very hard, but instead read more stuff.
Eventually I became aware that Z had said something out loud, so I called out, “What?”
“It doesn’t work,” he said, sounding annoyed, and thumped off again.
In about 15 minutes I roused myself enough to speak again. (I really was quite absorbed.) “What doesn’t work?” I asked.
“The Internet,” he said.
“Oh,” I answered, sublimely unconcerned. I know that's not very in-character-- any who really know me know that's as out-of-character as you can get, but the part of this post where I'm concerned about characterization is later, and if you know me, this is a good illustration of how dead to the world I get when I'm reading.
I dimly heard beeping. Our telephone, being dialed, I realized much later. There were snatches of hold music, occasional muttered oaths, and very rarely, Z would speak. I had no idea what he was on about, but he didn’t seem to be addressing me, so I blithely kept reading.
Later that evening I picked up my book and went to sit beside him on the couch. He was absorbed in something on his computer. I remembered I’d wanted to check my email, though for the life of me I didn’t know why. “So the Internet doesn’t work?” I asked idly, but of course my book caught my attention, and I had to ask him to start his answer over. I stuck my thumb between the pages and made a great show of Paying Attention To Him, though the whole time I was thinking about the book, of course. (I had been on a quest since the previous weekend to get laid, after all, as I hadn't been in over a week, and I was determined that it should happen before the weekend, so I had to be nice to him. I wasn’t very good at it though. I’m not much of a seductress lately.)
“The DSL is out,” he explained. Our previous DSL provider, an independent outfit somewhere in Hornell NY, went out of the DSL business and had turned us over to Earthlink, who had not yet set up our account. Fabulous!
“OK,” I said, and went to open my book again. But then I remembered my quest to get laid. Unfortunately he was working on Programming Something, so he had his Lazer-Eyes on and was boring holes in his monitor. I couldn’t compete, so I went to bed with my book, and stayed up very late in very quiet bliss.
The next day at work I started lots of conversations online, with the intention of finishing them up over the weekend. Of course. Forgot totally about the situation.
Got home. Picked up my book. “No Internet,” Z said mournfully, wandering through the house with his laptop. “What are we gonna do with no Internet?”
Oh right, I remembered. “We could have sex!” I said. I really was pretty into the idea.
“Hm,” he said, unenthused. (It was rather hot and humid out.)
I did try my best, in between bouts of rereading, to make this dream a reality, but he was just too tired. We went out for wings with his sister, brother-in-law, and mother, which was fun, and got home and it was late and humid and eck, so I gave up, reluctantly, and curled up with my book.
Saturday morning Chita woke me very early. I usually just pet her in bed, but there was something bugging me, I didn't feel so good, and sure enough, I went to the bathroom and bingo! Time of the month. I cursed cruel fate, as I knew I had worn Z down and totally would’ve gotten laid that morning, but now I was not only oozing grossness (which could be worked around, but is never really worth the mess), I was also horribly cramping and thoroughly disinterested in human contact. Pity. I went and played with the cat, then went back to reading. Then, worse still, I started writing. It wasn’t much, it was halfhearted and mostly fanfiction (I was trying to relate it to something original, but it was an exploratory idea and easier to do as fanfic to crystallize in my head precisely what about the story was so naggingly compelling), but it was writing, and I got sucked in.
Around 9 Z got up and came out to see me. He was interested, finally, in cashing in the offer of the previous night (and the night before and the night before and the night before… Yeah, I play hard to get). O bitter irony. (I haven’t gotten laid in two weeks now. Isn’t that great? Yeah, my life is so fucking glamorous.) I explained about the cramping and the thorough disinterest in touching anyone, and it was generally disappointing. Oh well. He made out OK in the end, but I still remain in doubt as to my non-virginal status. (It grows back, doesn't it?)
I went back to writing, and he got on with the business of the day, and eventually I tore myself away from the writing (1500 words in… 2 hours or so… but none of my existing projects are any closer to completion…) and got on with business as well. There was an Extended-Extended Family Reunion on Z’s father’s mother’s side, so we had fun with that. Tons of tiny kids. So cute. Weird relations. Some of my favorite people in the world were there. So it was nice. But I got hammered at 11:30 in the morning, which isn’t exactly healthy, and maintained my state for about 6 hours, including a wonderful game of kickball which would've been wonderfuller if a) I'd had shoes, and b) I hadn't assumed I had kneepads and done a base slide. Nice souvenir bruise/scratches, anyway...
I passed out at 7:30 pm and woke around midnight, having bled through several layers of clothing. Whoops. Drunken stupors and The Rag don’t mix well.
I went back to sleep and slept until nearly 6, but Chita was most insistent that I awake, and so I played with her, and got back to writing. A bunch more words, and I got sucked into more rereading of stuff… Z woke around 9:30 and showed me the project he’s been working on, which is a pretty cool thing that vaguely falls under the category of content management system, but it’s a lot more than that. More to come later, probably.
We eventually tore ourselves away from our various projects and went shopping. Mostly we just bought paint, but we also roamed around Jo-Ann’s looking at material for drapes, which we need in every room. It was fun, but everything sucks. We also looked at lighting fixtures at Home Depot and Valu, and determined that lighting fixture manufacturers have no fucking idea. Everything was ugly or snooze-worthy; nothing was cute or pretty or well-designed or anything we’d actually want. Bleh.
For dinner we went to a super-fancy joint on Delaware near Allen (Stillwater), and had a great time. The waiter was also the bartender—it wasn’t terribly busy. We ate well, let me tell you.
But we went home for dessert, and ate simply, but even better.
All in all, a good weekend, but the lack of Internet made it feel very strange. The days felt longer, I think, and I got things done I wouldn’t have otherwise, but I had no social contact besides Z’s family, and the things I got done weren’t really all that useful. Hm. Oh well.
We should have our Internet back tonight. We’ll see.
So Thursday night I absently went to check my email, though as I was busy reading (I got issues 10 and 11 of Black Gate Magazine on Wednesday, more on that later) I wasn’t trying very hard. After a while I realized the page wasn’t loading. Hm.
Z went by at that point, feet thumping at a relatively high rate of speed. I wondered what he was up to, but as I was reading, I didn’t wonder very hard, but instead read more stuff.
Eventually I became aware that Z had said something out loud, so I called out, “What?”
“It doesn’t work,” he said, sounding annoyed, and thumped off again.
In about 15 minutes I roused myself enough to speak again. (I really was quite absorbed.) “What doesn’t work?” I asked.
“The Internet,” he said.
“Oh,” I answered, sublimely unconcerned. I know that's not very in-character-- any who really know me know that's as out-of-character as you can get, but the part of this post where I'm concerned about characterization is later, and if you know me, this is a good illustration of how dead to the world I get when I'm reading.
I dimly heard beeping. Our telephone, being dialed, I realized much later. There were snatches of hold music, occasional muttered oaths, and very rarely, Z would speak. I had no idea what he was on about, but he didn’t seem to be addressing me, so I blithely kept reading.
Later that evening I picked up my book and went to sit beside him on the couch. He was absorbed in something on his computer. I remembered I’d wanted to check my email, though for the life of me I didn’t know why. “So the Internet doesn’t work?” I asked idly, but of course my book caught my attention, and I had to ask him to start his answer over. I stuck my thumb between the pages and made a great show of Paying Attention To Him, though the whole time I was thinking about the book, of course. (I had been on a quest since the previous weekend to get laid, after all, as I hadn't been in over a week, and I was determined that it should happen before the weekend, so I had to be nice to him. I wasn’t very good at it though. I’m not much of a seductress lately.)
“The DSL is out,” he explained. Our previous DSL provider, an independent outfit somewhere in Hornell NY, went out of the DSL business and had turned us over to Earthlink, who had not yet set up our account. Fabulous!
“OK,” I said, and went to open my book again. But then I remembered my quest to get laid. Unfortunately he was working on Programming Something, so he had his Lazer-Eyes on and was boring holes in his monitor. I couldn’t compete, so I went to bed with my book, and stayed up very late in very quiet bliss.
The next day at work I started lots of conversations online, with the intention of finishing them up over the weekend. Of course. Forgot totally about the situation.
Got home. Picked up my book. “No Internet,” Z said mournfully, wandering through the house with his laptop. “What are we gonna do with no Internet?”
Oh right, I remembered. “We could have sex!” I said. I really was pretty into the idea.
“Hm,” he said, unenthused. (It was rather hot and humid out.)
I did try my best, in between bouts of rereading, to make this dream a reality, but he was just too tired. We went out for wings with his sister, brother-in-law, and mother, which was fun, and got home and it was late and humid and eck, so I gave up, reluctantly, and curled up with my book.
Saturday morning Chita woke me very early. I usually just pet her in bed, but there was something bugging me, I didn't feel so good, and sure enough, I went to the bathroom and bingo! Time of the month. I cursed cruel fate, as I knew I had worn Z down and totally would’ve gotten laid that morning, but now I was not only oozing grossness (which could be worked around, but is never really worth the mess), I was also horribly cramping and thoroughly disinterested in human contact. Pity. I went and played with the cat, then went back to reading. Then, worse still, I started writing. It wasn’t much, it was halfhearted and mostly fanfiction (I was trying to relate it to something original, but it was an exploratory idea and easier to do as fanfic to crystallize in my head precisely what about the story was so naggingly compelling), but it was writing, and I got sucked in.
Around 9 Z got up and came out to see me. He was interested, finally, in cashing in the offer of the previous night (and the night before and the night before and the night before… Yeah, I play hard to get). O bitter irony. (I haven’t gotten laid in two weeks now. Isn’t that great? Yeah, my life is so fucking glamorous.) I explained about the cramping and the thorough disinterest in touching anyone, and it was generally disappointing. Oh well. He made out OK in the end, but I still remain in doubt as to my non-virginal status. (It grows back, doesn't it?)
I went back to writing, and he got on with the business of the day, and eventually I tore myself away from the writing (1500 words in… 2 hours or so… but none of my existing projects are any closer to completion…) and got on with business as well. There was an Extended-Extended Family Reunion on Z’s father’s mother’s side, so we had fun with that. Tons of tiny kids. So cute. Weird relations. Some of my favorite people in the world were there. So it was nice. But I got hammered at 11:30 in the morning, which isn’t exactly healthy, and maintained my state for about 6 hours, including a wonderful game of kickball which would've been wonderfuller if a) I'd had shoes, and b) I hadn't assumed I had kneepads and done a base slide. Nice souvenir bruise/scratches, anyway...
I passed out at 7:30 pm and woke around midnight, having bled through several layers of clothing. Whoops. Drunken stupors and The Rag don’t mix well.
I went back to sleep and slept until nearly 6, but Chita was most insistent that I awake, and so I played with her, and got back to writing. A bunch more words, and I got sucked into more rereading of stuff… Z woke around 9:30 and showed me the project he’s been working on, which is a pretty cool thing that vaguely falls under the category of content management system, but it’s a lot more than that. More to come later, probably.
We eventually tore ourselves away from our various projects and went shopping. Mostly we just bought paint, but we also roamed around Jo-Ann’s looking at material for drapes, which we need in every room. It was fun, but everything sucks. We also looked at lighting fixtures at Home Depot and Valu, and determined that lighting fixture manufacturers have no fucking idea. Everything was ugly or snooze-worthy; nothing was cute or pretty or well-designed or anything we’d actually want. Bleh.
For dinner we went to a super-fancy joint on Delaware near Allen (Stillwater), and had a great time. The waiter was also the bartender—it wasn’t terribly busy. We ate well, let me tell you.
But we went home for dessert, and ate simply, but even better.
All in all, a good weekend, but the lack of Internet made it feel very strange. The days felt longer, I think, and I got things done I wouldn’t have otherwise, but I had no social contact besides Z’s family, and the things I got done weren’t really all that useful. Hm. Oh well.
We should have our Internet back tonight. We’ll see.
