agh more itching

I woke up this morning to Dave's alarm clock at 7:00. Immediately I became aware of a fierce itching right on the side of my hip-- an insect bite. Ferociously itchy.
I sat up to go and Solarcaine it. Solarcaine is one of those things I'd never heard of before Dave. Before Dave, my technique of dealing with insect bites was to scratch them until they bled, and then scratch them again when they scabbed over, and eventually they'd stop itching. This gets blood under the fingernails. Solarcaine is much less inconvenient.

So I sat up to go into the bathroom, and at that moment heard Dave put his feet on the floor, stride briskly across his room, and then I heard the bathroom door shut. Dammit!

Every single morning something like that happens. We've never been conflicted over the use of the bathroom before. Maybe I just wasn't aware of it, as my bedroom was closer to the bathroom before. Now his is, and the situation's reversed... I don't know.

Not that that's interesting. But I shared it anyway because it's my blog.

On another note, Five Alive is as bad as I remembered it. Dave saw it in the grocery store and said "Aww I love that stuff!" and I mocked him, but we got it to please him. This morning I decided to start the day off with some juice, and there in the fridge was the Five Alive, put back not in its neat space on the shelf but right in the front of the fridge. So I thought, what the hell, and poured myself a little glass of it.
Nah.
Still sucks.

Yesterday I was all set for another semi-productive day. Dave spent the morning at his mother's house watching the videos for his online chemistry class, and was going to leave from there. But he finished half an hour early, and came home, because there was no way in hell he was going to watch extra video. I heard his car purr into the driveway (the electric engine is very distinctive echoing off the houses in that narrow space) and he came in wailing about how boring the videos were. Apparently the guy had tried to make a joke in this video and it had traumatized Dave.

I decided then and there on the spur of the moment that i was going to go with Dave to Rochester. I couldn't come into the class, but I thought, why not go take pictures somewhere?

So I wound up in Mt. Hope Cemetery, yes the one right next to U of Rochester, yes the one every photo student in the university photographs, yes the one I've photographed dozens of times (where are my pictures, anyway??).

I went on a little scavenger hunt, trying to find the names of people I knew and take pictures of them. There were a few last-name Kellys, and one Birghitha, but no really scary similarities. I also am a sucker for childrens' gravestones.

I used to walk in that cemetery all the time, so I went up into the part that's most familiar to me, and photographing some of the stones was like seeing old friends.

But I'd just had time to fill the card up once, move the car (driving along while the pictures transferred sloooowly to the laptop-- that's how I stretch a 64-MB memory card to fit a 6.4 MP camera, at the moment-- by taking along the 40-GB laptop), and start down the weird eroded cobblestone path to my second-favorite section of the cemetery when the phone rang and it was Dave saying he was done and we could go home.

I took one more last little picture, and then hightailed it back to RIT, from whence we came straight home.
So, sadly, I only have 54 photos, and about seven hundred mosquito bites.

the log blog

Dave has an ongoing... tension in his relationship with blogs. He had one for a while. It was freaking brilliant. (See here for his inspired rants about Radio Shack and... well, the other links are all inexplicably broken. Nooo! Oh wait-- here's a good one: RDF For Dick And Jane-- you can see why he didn't keep this up, because yo, they weren't blog entries, they were essays.)

But I digress.

More lately he has been mocking my blog (mildly. He knows what I'm like about it. Dude, I've had the blog longer than I've had him). The other night, while his buddy Chris was over, he decided he ought to start a Log Blog, which consisted entirely of entries concerning his bowel movements. You know, time, circumstances, location, color, consistency, size, and any particular behaviors. Etc.
He thought this would be amusing, but he never did it.

However. He kind of had a point about weblogs. Because I'm going to now share with you the fact that as of this moment I am embroiled in a lengthy IM debate over poop with Dave, at this very moment. Dave is currently at RIT, in the library, and is debating where he should go poop. Because there are just so many choices.

Some of us don't get out much.

closure

This is only of interest to fanfiction geeks. The rest of you, ignore my dirty little secret double life, or alternately pretend it's much more interesting than it is and keep reading.

I finally finished a story.

What kind of story?
Read more to find out. :)

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bleats sadly

More bleating about fanfiction in particular, and writing in general. Namely, support for writing.

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