Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction (testing4l) wrote,
Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction
testing4l

You know, in retrospect, I'm not sure what I thought would happen.

Last night, I had planned to steal theotherchicago away to San Jose. She needed a heapin' helpin' of Pizz'a Chicago. Maybe a little Hydration too. Hard to say, but she clearly was in need of a change of scenery IMHO, so I told her on Monday last week that I was going to kidnap her.

I interrupt this post for just a moment to bring you the best use of a Speak-N-Spell in a webcomic.


The week came and went like molasses from a spoon on the moon. The weekend slipped by like teflon skateboards on frozen teflon ice. Although, somewhere in that, we got to see Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (the midnight movie at the Del Mar). I'd forgotten how much I love that movie. It brought back all sorts of wonderful bits of childhood.

Judging by the number of posts in puns, I should've checked over the weekend to amortize the single-time cost (my friends list was back to 240 or so). It was apparently a featured community and the volume accordingly went up several orders of magnitude (not necessarily with puns, either). Finally Sunday had come. So we gave her a call and she was sick (again!!?!?!) and didn't want to go out. With no further delay, relsqui and I assured her we'd eat her share of pizza and, while we'd miss her, we'd enjoy the greater share of pizza.

We tried to sniff out a few people here and there to come with, but alas, none were available. That is until I remembered that our long lost rebekie lives over the hill and works (way too much) in Palo Alto! Hi-ho!

After some misadventures dropping off our rent czech for this evening (I don't know what all that talk about Milosevic was, nor am I allowed to by the rules of my clearance), we zipped over 17.

Supposedly, 17 is a nasty road. I've heard one person claim that John Glenn once said that the wildest ride he'd ever had was over Highway 17 in California. Truthfully, it's a fairly decent four lane highway. Some of the turns are banked the wrong way and the median is blackened at about bumper height nearly beginning to end, but that's about the worst of it.

So we choose to do this in the rain. Approximately a week after my morning commute over it involved hail and lightning (Hey! Who said California could stop being California?!?!?!), I proved that I learned my lesson and zipped over the hill.

This was all without incident. I threw in the buildup for fun really.

Anyway, we ate quite happily and caught rebekie at the theatre. It was kinda funny, because I asked for Guri -- the name of her KoL character. I'd honestly forgotten her real name 8)

The movie theatre was nice -- we ended up playing Rambots (yet another game with Icehouse pieces) for the evening and caught Guri when she wasn't working. Not as much as I would've liked, but enough for the moment. I have a lot of friends who fade into the background for one reason or other that I really miss when I remember how keen they are.

And then back over the hill! We made it back at ~12:40 or so. The last I saw of the clock was 12:51a when I zonked. relsqui stayed up. As is unusual for me, I had a dream about moving to Seattle and looking at all the places I'd lived in Santa Cruz (which was 3 in the dream, not 2, and led to a moment of confusion when I woke up). So -- ta-da! First dream of 2k6. Right around the 1/4 mark.

SMAUG's tonight. Lots of work to catch up on for that. I have two laptops which need Linux installed on them.
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