Random thoughts
Dec. 22nd, 2008 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
1) ¡¡MOAR SHOPPING!! And we are still desperately searching for things to give my stepfather.
2) I am still full from lunch at Cocina Superior, and I may never eat again. It's over at Brookwood--I believe it's From the People Who Brought You Superior Grill? So the margaritas there are also made with fresh lime juice and the salsa is excellent and the cheese dip is fantastic.
(No, I did not actually have a margarita. But I should have.)
3) Nothing kills your aisle-dancing buzz like the in-store music changing from Belinda Carlisle's "Mad About You" to Sarah McLachlan's "Angel." That song does not have a beat and you cannot dance to it.
(Yes, I am to a point now where I will dance and sing in public with minimal shame. But very quietly, so that if I run into another shopper I can easily downshift into Just Bopping Along with the Song mode. If I just look crazy in a quiet, absentminded, Luna Lovegood kind of way, I'm okay with that.)
4) ARRRRRGHHHHHH PBWIKI IS MAKING EVERYONE UPGRADE TO 2.0. (Technically I could have waited until February, but--why not go ahead and face the inevitable?) This means that everything will look a bit wonky until I straighten out the formatting. Apparently all my blockquoting is screwed now (THANKS, PBWIKI).
(Eh. Maybe this is my opportunity to go through and redo a lot of stuff in a more uniform style, the way I've wanted to for a while. And I will say, the new version is more WYSIWYG, easier to use, and doesn't involve code. But still, you know. I fear change. And all pages with Table of Contents codes have to be manually tweaked, I just realized, which is why some of the shortcut links aren't working at the moment.)
(I'm also looking into disabling the comment function on the wiki pages, because you know what? That is just one more thing I don't have the fortitude to deal with.)
5) And finally, word has come in from McRachel that she has, in fact, escaped the sucking void of the Aiport Dimension. Huzzah!

2) I am still full from lunch at Cocina Superior, and I may never eat again. It's over at Brookwood--I believe it's From the People Who Brought You Superior Grill? So the margaritas there are also made with fresh lime juice and the salsa is excellent and the cheese dip is fantastic.
(No, I did not actually have a margarita. But I should have.)
3) Nothing kills your aisle-dancing buzz like the in-store music changing from Belinda Carlisle's "Mad About You" to Sarah McLachlan's "Angel." That song does not have a beat and you cannot dance to it.
(Yes, I am to a point now where I will dance and sing in public with minimal shame. But very quietly, so that if I run into another shopper I can easily downshift into Just Bopping Along with the Song mode. If I just look crazy in a quiet, absentminded, Luna Lovegood kind of way, I'm okay with that.)
4) ARRRRRGHHHHHH PBWIKI IS MAKING EVERYONE UPGRADE TO 2.0. (Technically I could have waited until February, but--why not go ahead and face the inevitable?) This means that everything will look a bit wonky until I straighten out the formatting. Apparently all my blockquoting is screwed now (THANKS, PBWIKI).
(Eh. Maybe this is my opportunity to go through and redo a lot of stuff in a more uniform style, the way I've wanted to for a while. And I will say, the new version is more WYSIWYG, easier to use, and doesn't involve code. But still, you know. I fear change. And all pages with Table of Contents codes have to be manually tweaked, I just realized, which is why some of the shortcut links aren't working at the moment.)
(I'm also looking into disabling the comment function on the wiki pages, because you know what? That is just one more thing I don't have the fortitude to deal with.)
5) And finally, word has come in from McRachel that she has, in fact, escaped the sucking void of the Aiport Dimension. Huzzah!


Yeah, Christmas stress...
Date: 2008-12-23 02:06 am (UTC)Re: Yeah, Christmas stress...
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From:Last night I dreamed about you
Date: 2008-12-23 02:08 am (UTC)As we sat down to the lavish brunch I had prepared myself, I told you that I had had this dream-within-a-dream where Edward Cullen and Jacob took you to Sparkle Meadow in Edward's Aston Martin, and you all just stood there, looking around, and just as the silence was about to feel awkward, Jacob and Edward looked at each other and exchanged barely perceptible but very significant-looking nods, Edward suddenly spun you around to face him at super-human speed, holding you in a marble-like grip, but it was his molten topaz eyes that held you motionless, spellbound, golden-gazebound, his godlike face grim.
"Cleolinda," he said, and the sound of his voice was angelic, commanding. Your name had never sounded so beautiful, almost musical. The gentle breeze of the Sparkle Meadow Glamour Fan tossed soft wisps of your hair against your cheeks, but all you knew were his cold hands, the icy fingers tightening on your usually resolute shoulders. (As if you could fight him off), the smoldering golden fire of his eyes, the mellifluous growl of his voice.
"As you know, I do not sleep," he began. But I do dream," he added, his voice low as if speaking to himself, his perfect lips almost a sneer.
"And I have had a dream that involves you."
The aureate embers of his eyes burned into yours.
"Cleolinda, it is imperative that you copyright the term 'fursplode', and that you do so immediately," the melodic solemnity of his voice was mesmerizing.
"Breathe," he snarled, but before you had time to obey, Jacob leapt forward, and with wolf-like speed, caught you up and held you close against the furnace of his massive chest, but it was the limpid blackness of his eyes that held you immobile, the forceful clasp of his tree-like arms, you reflected, were almost an accessory, but one that made the outfit.
"You know I don't always agree with the bloodsucker," his voice a steady, rumbling whisper, "but he's right about this one, Cleo. I know it, and you know it, too. Like it or not, it's the only way."
His eyes gripped yours with an ancient fire blacker than ink, and with sudden urgency Jacob clasped you tighter to the muscled warmth of his body, "Copyright 'fursplode' NOW!"
He almost barked the order, and you felt a strange rippling begin in his arms and slowly spread over his body.
A few feet away there was a sudden guttural warning from Edward's curled lips, and somehow you knew you had only seconds, if that.
"I- I will," you stammered. "I will!"
It was as if Sparkle Meadow itself exhaled an almost palpable relief.
"Thank God," said Jacob. "I just dropped every cent I got from the movie at the Big and Tall Men's store, and if you hadn't spoken in time, I was going to totally fursplode and trash my only jeans that really fit and have whiskers.
You sat silently as I recounted the dream, never interrupting, texting rapidly but quietly, occasionally taking a dainty bite of your jalapeno cheese grits, even hesitantly tasting the Karnataka curry grits and the kim chi grits.
(I had thought you might be as tickled as I that grits had become the Multi-Cultural Breakfast of The New! South - Now With More Embraceable Diversity Than Ever!)
When I had finally finished and sat back in my chair, you darted a quick glance at me, somehow managed a polite half-smile.
"Um," you said, quickly stuffing your Blackberry into your bag and grabbing your jacket in one swift, graceful move.
"Kthnxbai."
Re: Last night I dreamed about you
Date: 2008-12-23 02:37 am (UTC)Re: Last night I dreamed about you
Date: 2008-12-23 02:46 am (UTC)LOL Do not fear, I am harmless
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Date: 2008-12-23 02:12 am (UTC)I am SO UTTERLY going to be that older hippie lady who's a little bit batty.
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Date: 2008-12-23 02:36 am (UTC)This is the only way to live!
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Date: 2008-12-23 03:25 am (UTC)This might be my favorite single sentence of yours since the infamous "And then I found out that wasn't even the incest my professor told me about."
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Date: 2008-12-23 03:55 am (UTC)http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=376266
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD.
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Date: 2008-12-23 04:03 am (UTC)I WANT TO SEE PICTURES WHEN IT COMES OUT
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Date: 2008-12-23 04:07 am (UTC)Agh!
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Date: 2008-12-23 05:08 am (UTC)(We were in Bob Evans.)
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Date: 2008-12-23 04:21 pm (UTC)They were blasting out Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again." I immediately started laughing and surreptitiously dancing down the street.
I'm sure I looked like a fool, but who can listen to that song and not start dancing? At least I didn't bust out the air guitar.
I drive my friends crazy because I will suddenly stop talking in public places (sometimes in the middle of a sentence), cock my head, and grin when I recognize the song that is playing, especially if it's an 80's pop song.
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Date: 2008-12-23 06:04 pm (UTC)Because I remember being in Missouri and being told that Taco Bell was going to be the closest I could get. Now, if it's that bad in the midwest...
I would think that the further south you get, the better the latin food gets. I can only back this up by saying that I did a 7 hour road trip across Canada and didn't see a single taco place. THERE ARE NO TACOS IN CANADA.
And being a Californian, I freak out if there are no tacos. I don't necessarily want them, I just have to know they are there.
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Date: 2008-12-23 06:36 pm (UTC)That said, we also have a lot of Chinese places, a lot of barbecue, and a lot of Southern meat-and-three type places (obviously). But I dare say that at any strip mall/plaza/shopping center you drive past, you will see at least one Mexican restaurant. So we are all very much about the Mexican here, no matter how authentic it actually is. Whereas a friend of mine lived up in Rhode Island with her husband for a while, and she was like, "They don't know what it is up there."
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Date: 2008-12-23 10:01 pm (UTC)Isabella is the number one name for girls this year. :P
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