Breaking holiday silence
Dec. 30th, 2002 01:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibet...but only briefly.
I'm at my dad's place in Columbus, Ohio, and it is the first night I have had the chance to log in at all, since I spent most of the time here at my mom's, from which it is more convenient to visit a larger number of friends and relatives, but from which it is not currently possible to explore the magic of the internet. (It is, of course, also the last night I will be in Ohio, so probably I could have just waited to type this non-entry.) Stupidly, I did not write down![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adagiogray's phone number, for lo! I planned to try to meet him for a social beverage. I had it saved in an e-mail, but...
You see the problem.
It has been generally rather pleasant, except for worries about my grandmother's failing health and her growing inability to function by herself (combined, of course, with a stubborn determination that she will -- there's the power of positive thinking, and then there's just being stupid. Blah). I also worry a bit about my brother, who has the white spots that could become oral cancer. His dentist advised him to cut back on smoking.
I got cool stuff, saw people I didn't expect to see, didn't see people I expected to see, watched the extended "Fellowship" DVD (incidentally, J. and I saw "Towers" the night before I flew out here; liked it), played a lot of games with my brother on his Gamecube and (after Christmas) XBox, that sort of thing.
While I am sure that in the right hands "Hunter: the Reckoning" could be a quality roleplaying experience, there is the risk that it would degenerate into mindless zombie-killing. But that makes it perfect for a video game. I recommend it in that form.
I spent a day with my mom as she went about a typical day: heeding the calls of three different invalid shut-ins. Ugh.
Strangest present: my stepmother went into a pagan store and asked for something bat-themed. "It's funny you should ask," said the proprietress. She had just got in used from someone who wouldn't take money for it a black dagger with a bat-shaped crossguard. The man who gave it to her said it should go to the 'right person.' The proprietress decided this should be me, apparently, and gave it free of charge to my stepmom to pass on.
WEird. So now I have a batty athame, for so it was identified. To me, however, it's a cheap black dagger made in Pakistan, with a bat. That's also how I identified it to my fundamentalist mother, who found it very cute.
My brother blamed its baleful influence for the behavior of one of the family cats.
This is longer than I meant it to be. More and perhaps more coherently later, like Tuesday or Wednesday.
I'm at my dad's place in Columbus, Ohio, and it is the first night I have had the chance to log in at all, since I spent most of the time here at my mom's, from which it is more convenient to visit a larger number of friends and relatives, but from which it is not currently possible to explore the magic of the internet. (It is, of course, also the last night I will be in Ohio, so probably I could have just waited to type this non-entry.) Stupidly, I did not write down
adagiogray's phone number, for lo! I planned to try to meet him for a social beverage. I had it saved in an e-mail, but...You see the problem.
It has been generally rather pleasant, except for worries about my grandmother's failing health and her growing inability to function by herself (combined, of course, with a stubborn determination that she will -- there's the power of positive thinking, and then there's just being stupid. Blah). I also worry a bit about my brother, who has the white spots that could become oral cancer. His dentist advised him to cut back on smoking.
I got cool stuff, saw people I didn't expect to see, didn't see people I expected to see, watched the extended "Fellowship" DVD (incidentally, J. and I saw "Towers" the night before I flew out here; liked it), played a lot of games with my brother on his Gamecube and (after Christmas) XBox, that sort of thing.
While I am sure that in the right hands "Hunter: the Reckoning" could be a quality roleplaying experience, there is the risk that it would degenerate into mindless zombie-killing. But that makes it perfect for a video game. I recommend it in that form.
I spent a day with my mom as she went about a typical day: heeding the calls of three different invalid shut-ins. Ugh.
Strangest present: my stepmother went into a pagan store and asked for something bat-themed. "It's funny you should ask," said the proprietress. She had just got in used from someone who wouldn't take money for it a black dagger with a bat-shaped crossguard. The man who gave it to her said it should go to the 'right person.' The proprietress decided this should be me, apparently, and gave it free of charge to my stepmom to pass on.
WEird. So now I have a batty athame, for so it was identified. To me, however, it's a cheap black dagger made in Pakistan, with a bat. That's also how I identified it to my fundamentalist mother, who found it very cute.
My brother blamed its baleful influence for the behavior of one of the family cats.
This is longer than I meant it to be. More and perhaps more coherently later, like Tuesday or Wednesday.
