Monthly Archives: September 2002

The weekend wrapup

Man, what a weekend. I won’t bore you with a blow-by-blow account except to say that things pretty much went as planned (OK, the hike didn’t happen on Sunday – quelle surprise) and everyone had a good time and I’m exhausted. What more can you ask out of a weekend?

Both Takaza and I had a lot of fun cooking, and we’ve worked out a very comfortable arrangement with our friends – they clean up if we cook. Everyone’s happy with this arrangement, and it kept us from being a crispy critters by the end of the weekend.

To everyone who attended: Thank you all for making this a truly enjoyable weekend.

To Aerofox and Loriana – We told you you’d have Livejournals by the end of the weekend 🙂 It was great to see y’all after far too long.

To Brophey and Rasslor – Great to see y’all as always. Hope you’re feeling better, Mike!

To Zenwolph – Hell of a commute, eh? We have got to get together more often!

To justincheetah – It was really a pleasure to get to know you better. I’m also very glad that there’s someone else in the Chicago area who enjoys fine potables as much as I do 🙂

And finally, to Datahawk, Linnaeus, and Rustitobuck – How can I put words on how good y’all make me feel? You’re family, as much as any blood relative. We’re coming home, I assure you. It may take some time, but I promise we’ll be there.

And now it’s back to work, though I just got an intriguing phone call pursuant to the website I was looking at last night…

And next weekend? We’ve got some dear friends from the SCA crashing at our place, and we’re also attending Thomas’ bachelor party. More about all that later, though.

Back in action!

Well, things are looking much better, even though it’s a dark, gray day outside, courtesy of Tropical Storm Isadore.

First off, I’m feeling better, even though I’m not at quite 100%. In talking with the doctor yesterday, the best we can hypothesize is that I took a glancing blow from the stomach flu, and while it didn’t hit me full-on, I got some of the nasty lingering after-effects. Fortunately, the effects seem to be fading with time.

Starting tonight, the craziness of the weekend begins – yes it’s takaza and Duncan’s Pride Party 2002! Let’s see, rustitobuck is coming in first, around 5 PM. Not long after, Aerofox and Loriana should be driving in (just a short jaunt down from Ohio). linnaeus and datahawk will be coming in on a 10:45 PM flight, along with the peripatetic Cheetah. brophey and rasslor should be driving up from Atlanta either late tonight or tomorrow morning. All of this is made utterly fascinating by the fact that my parents are supposed to be driving from New York to South Carolina today and mentioned they might crash for the night at our place. They’ll get along famously with our friends, I’m sure, but it’ll certainly be an interesting clash of worlds for us…

So, what’s on tap for this weekend?

There’s signs of life!

Yep, I’m still alive, though I don’t much feel that way.

Last weekend was a quiet one, which was good. We had planned on doing some cleaning, maybe some further planning for the party next weekend. Shortly after lunch, though, I started having some nasty abdominal pains. I attributed it to gas pains (something unusual for me, but not out of the question), dosed myself with some Pepto and we vegged out on the sofa, clearing the accumulated progammage from the TiVo (The verdicts: Firefly, John Doe – added to season pass. Push, Nevada – not added to season pass, may watch one more episode but probably not). I skipped dinner and went to bed feeling crappy.

On Saturday I felt somewhat better, only like someone had punched me in the gut a few times. We got some shopping done, and laid out tentative menus for the weekend (and we’re surprising folks with what they’ll be this time, so there. Nyeah 🙂 A little more laundry and some pizza for dinner and that was about it.

This week is tough for both takaza and me. He’s got the end-of-year accounting blitz going on, and I’m trying to get out some product for a customer on very short notice. We’re both busy and preoccupied, which really sucks, but that’s the way life goes sometimes. Dan’s allergies are acting up (due to leaf mold?) and the ache in my gut hasn’t subsided, so I’m off to the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Such fun.

Last night my gaming group made characters for our new Shadowrun campaign. I haven’t played Shadowrun in fifteen years, os I’m taking a while to re-learn the system. I promise not to ever gamer-geek in this space, but I did have quite a bit of fun creating my character: an 8’11” troll adept (think magically-enhanced martial artist) named Cletus. He’s quick and intelligent, things trolls aren’t supposed to be. He’ll be a fun character to play and wildly different from the ones I usually have played in the past.

Tonight it’s an evening of cleaning, doing laundry, and generally getting the place ready for company, since our first visitors start arriving Thursday night. Eek! So much to do!

Incidentally, I’m looking at the weather forecasts and see the very real possibility of not one but two different hurricanes/tropical storms whacking us this weekend. If that happens, NC Pride will be pretty much a washout but on the bright side, but on the bright side I can’t think of a group of folks who I’d rather be cooped up in the house with.

Oh, by the way – Serinthia, e-mail me about plans for this weekend.

It’s completely warped…I love it!

You know there’s a reason people like me shouldn’t have children. The Story About the Baby is an excellent example of this [Note: This link contains Bad Words]. My favorite passage so far:
But now I spend all of my time having internal conversations like:

Me: “Oh, hell. Did I remember to put out the diapers so the service can pick them up?”
Inner voice: “Boil the baby.”


Me: “Phew. She’s finally asleep. I can get some work done.”
Inner voice: “Boil the baby.”


Me: “I’m hungry. I sure could use a ham sandwich.”
Inner voice: “Boil the …. wait. Did you say ham?”
Me: “Mmmmm. Sandwich.”
Inner voice: “Mmmmm. Sandwich.”
Me: “Better clean this plate.”
Inner voice: “Put the baby in the dishwasher.”

This is gonna provide hours of entertainment…

Many, many thanks to Elynne for the link

Political lunacy

Y’know, the (extremely belated) primary season is on us in North Carolina. I’m still trying to figure out who I’m going to vote for (free hint: it’ll be one of the people with the “(D)” next to their name), but I’m fairly certain it’s not going to be this guy. On the bright side, maybe he can get a job copy editing for Doc Bronner.

Now, it’s a pity we don’t live in Tara Sue’s district – I like her style!