so sad

I have now hurled my cousin into the gaping maw of airport security in Buffalo, to send him on his way to LaGuardia and all the fun that awaits in fair New York with the Kelly Girls down there. (The Kelly Girls there being, of course, my father's brother's daughters, and assorted friends and allies. There are several other Kellies there in varying states of surnameage, of course, but the two still-Kellys there are in charge of things at the moment.)

We probably should have done more constructive things while Andreas was here, but we wound up sitting and talking and drinking a lot instead, which actually worked out as having been a fairly good way to spend several days. We forgot, however, to swap files, so he doesn't have any of my pictures and I don't have any of his. Oops.
[I was also going to steal the entire season of Futurama that he has on his phone, but I forgot to do that as well.]
( getting exterminated )

I have resolved to really truly actually run away to Europe soon. At least for a week's vacation in Norway. Andreas recommends the springtime, circa Mayish-- the scenery is at its best then, and you can either hike or ski some quite beautiful trails, and so on. I'm going to try to schedule it for a time when he's onshore, so we can hang out; I want to see Oslo, and Bergen, and possibly Trondheim.

I heard many more amusing stories about shipboard life. (I finally got off my ass and googled his employer. He works on the Ramform Viking, a seismic survey ship operated by the company PGS.)
( so, languages and accents: no whores this time )

I am now ridiculously sleepy. I may need to nap. Zzzzonk. Later I'll blog about my Christmas decorations. You have to hear about my Christmas decorations.

kipper pirate

item:
http://subhappy.gneser.com/
is the blog of one Lars Augensen, with whom I corresponded extensively in high school but with whom I haven't had any contact in some years. He's a quite close friend of my cousin, who pointed out that this journal is linked to from his blogroll.
I sort of wish I could read his blog. He writes in Norwegian, not because he doesn't speak English-- his English is, naturally, excellent-- but because, well, he's a Norwegian living in Norway, so, why use a foreign language? And I can respect that.
In high school I tried to learn Norwegian and was told not to bother, as there were far more useful languages to study-- most Norwegians speak English anyway, well enough to get by. But I liked studying it, so I might make another attempt. I like to know just enough of a language to be dangerous.

Meanwhile I only know what's going on at Subhappy when he breaks out in 1337speak. Which has to mean something about the state of our world, but I couldn't tell you what. [The stories he links to, however, are almost always in English and also almost always exceedingly amusing.]

item 2:
I basically slept all day and yet I am so sleepy now I am considering skipping Rollergirls. Granted, I don't need to go tonight, as I can go Sunday instead and still make my two practices this week. But I feel I should go. Maybe having the luxury of sleeping in on a weekend with Z would be more exciting than having another two hours to sit around on my ass some more tonight. But I am feeling tired and creaky and I don't feel the excitement to skate. Also the spot where I skinned my knee over the edge of my absolutely useless Pro-tec pads is still giving me considerable shit, and I'm worried that it's not healing properly. It looks super gross and is way sore. Ewwwww.

Eh. Time to buck up, duct-tape the Band-aid in place, and go get dressed.