"to ask odd questions, interfere in dreams"

Frye (new cat) has no respect for the keyboard. Or my face. And she remains incredibly friendly. I'm hanging out on the futon in the guest room, because it appears that's where she's decided to camp out and she is doing her absolute best to keep me from typing anything.

So, I went to another Arisia meeting that made me miserable. I don't want to be someone who flounces. I have no interest in needing to be cajoled into doing anything, I will do the things I say I'm going to do, and when I can't do them, I will let all appropriate parties know and stop doing it. I joined wanting to belong to a group, and now I'm wondering if I'm not actually built in such a way that I can belong to groups, I might only be able to belong to individuals. Or my pets.

Everything has its injokes, I'd be just as beset with references I didn't get and people needing to make sure that everyone knows what they're doing and how important it is wherever I turn. Purple's capable of mindblowing moments of kindness, Bespoke gives amazing hugs, and R is almost effortless to talk to and has an interestingly twisty mind, and I don't want to back out on anything, so I won't. But this is not for me. Or not for me in this way.

Really, I still just want people to talk about books with or to. Or that's what I think I want. (of course, I also want to be loved forever and taken to interesting talks , but I try to scale my ambitions.)

I submitted a resume yesterday in the morning, attempted to network in the afternoon and bought a new car in the evening. (Light bought one) I've got the shakes and I'm not sure why. I want to buy everything in the Nervous System shop. Light accidentally called one of the kitties by Princess's name, and it turns out that wound's still a little raw. The Hugos are defeating me, how does anyone read all of this? Do people vote without reading?

Frye keeps chewing on the corners of the laptop and I'm finding it ludicrously cute. Maybe when I think I want to be like a cat, this is the kind of cat I mean. More goofy than aloof, still perfectly present and entirely capable of demanding and expecting her demands to be met. I think I would like to be irrepressible.

Things. Things. Things. I'm off to indulge my Kickstarter habit.

Don't forget: there's a fucking heat advisory on for tomorrow.

"to ask odd questions, interfere in dreams"

Frye (new cat) has no respect for the keyboard. Or my face. And she remains incredibly friendly. I'm hanging out on the futon in the guest room, because it appears that's where she's decided to camp out and she is doing her absolute best to keep me from typing anything.

So, I went to another Arisia meeting that made me miserable. I don't want to be someone who flounces. I have no interest in needing to be cajoled into doing anything, I will do the things I say I'm going to do, and when I can't do them, I will let all appropriate parties know and stop doing it. I joined wanting to belong to a group, and now I'm wondering if I'm not actually built in such a way that I can belong to groups, I might only be able to belong to individuals. Or my pets.

Everything has its injokes, I'd be just as beset with references I didn't get and people needing to make sure that everyone knows what they're doing and how important it is wherever I turn. Purple's capable of mindblowing moments of kindness, Bespoke gives amazing hugs, and R is almost effortless to talk to and has an interestingly twisty mind, and I don't want to back out on anything, so I won't. But this is not for me. Or not for me in this way.

Really, I still just want people to talk about books with or to. Or that's what I think I want. (of course, I also want to be loved forever and taken to interesting talks , but I try to scale my ambitions.)

I submitted a resume yesterday in the morning, attempted to network in the afternoon and bought a new car in the evening. (Light bought one) I've got the shakes and I'm not sure why. I want to buy everything in the Nervous System shop. Light accidentally called one of the kitties by Princess's name, and it turns out that wound's still a little raw. The Hugos are defeating me, how does anyone read all of this? Do people vote without reading?

Frye keeps chewing on the corners of the laptop and I'm finding it ludicrously cute. Maybe when I think I want to be like a cat, this is the kind of cat I mean. More goofy than aloof, still perfectly present and entirely capable of demanding and expecting her demands to be met. I think I would like to be irrepressible.

Things. Things. Things. I'm off to indulge my Kickstarter habit.

Don't forget: there's a fucking heat advisory on for tomorrow.