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May. 25th, 2013 09:53 pm I'm up in Maine, on an island, sitting in Feste's train room, listening to a) the rain b) the chickens and c) the National. I, of course, woke up at 6:30, and so far the cats have come to visit, but everyone else seems to be asleep. (why yes, I will be taking a nap today). There's a monstrous adolescent cat, buckwheat honey in my tea and Feste handed me a pile of comics to consume last night.
12 hours later, and I'm curled up on a couch, half listening to people play some complicated territory-acquisition game and half-listening to a bad horror movie. There's dogs and tea and I had a nap, and played timeline and chronology and taboo and factor five and they played something else with cards and there were waffles for breakfast and if we stacked all the boards games amassed, it would be so very much taller than I am.
This house is full of nooks and crannies (like an english muffin) and while I like my aesthetic (though I'm not sure what I'd call it. Cozy-pet owning minimalism? Compromised country?), there's something very compelling about themed rooms, and all this space, and all the almost-matched art. There's a lot of furniture to curl up on, all the ceilings are angled and I'm charmed. (though I'm also a little intimidated, this is all feels like the very curated life of a Famous Person).
This is kind of what I want much of the time, people I'm interested in doing something that interests them in the next room over, who I can (re)join when it suits me. Well that and a lot of nude fishnet stockings, ideally some with backseams.
There's all these things I'm thinking about putting into my life, to take away some of the free time and hopefully then some of the loneliness. I have an edx course I'm sort of taking, and there's readercon business, and I'd like to try to take a decoupage class, and find something in the fall semester at the extension school, and going to baltimore to see Wings, and maybe have girlbiscuit up north. I want to learn how to drive, babysit Coolidge, take Delight to the King Arthur Flour store, go to the cape with becoming and curmudgeon to play all the arkham horror. I want to volunteer for Carl Sciortino and start trying to design a leg or an arm sleeve. I want to go eat burgers cooked on the grill that I gave Mech and his lovely bride to be and go see the landscape exhibit at the Isabella Stewart Gardner, and the Dead Sea Scrolls at the MoS and the samuari armor at the MFA. Bespoke made noises about hanging out, I've already got tickets to Gaiman's Make Good Art at the Oberon, I've signed up for poly speed dating (again).
For now, however, a friendly german shepherd and still more tea.
12 hours later, and I'm curled up on a couch, half listening to people play some complicated territory-acquisition game and half-listening to a bad horror movie. There's dogs and tea and I had a nap, and played timeline and chronology and taboo and factor five and they played something else with cards and there were waffles for breakfast and if we stacked all the boards games amassed, it would be so very much taller than I am.
This house is full of nooks and crannies (like an english muffin) and while I like my aesthetic (though I'm not sure what I'd call it. Cozy-pet owning minimalism? Compromised country?), there's something very compelling about themed rooms, and all this space, and all the almost-matched art. There's a lot of furniture to curl up on, all the ceilings are angled and I'm charmed. (though I'm also a little intimidated, this is all feels like the very curated life of a Famous Person).
This is kind of what I want much of the time, people I'm interested in doing something that interests them in the next room over, who I can (re)join when it suits me. Well that and a lot of nude fishnet stockings, ideally some with backseams.
There's all these things I'm thinking about putting into my life, to take away some of the free time and hopefully then some of the loneliness. I have an edx course I'm sort of taking, and there's readercon business, and I'd like to try to take a decoupage class, and find something in the fall semester at the extension school, and going to baltimore to see Wings, and maybe have girlbiscuit up north. I want to learn how to drive, babysit Coolidge, take Delight to the King Arthur Flour store, go to the cape with becoming and curmudgeon to play all the arkham horror. I want to volunteer for Carl Sciortino and start trying to design a leg or an arm sleeve. I want to go eat burgers cooked on the grill that I gave Mech and his lovely bride to be and go see the landscape exhibit at the Isabella Stewart Gardner, and the Dead Sea Scrolls at the MoS and the samuari armor at the MFA. Bespoke made noises about hanging out, I've already got tickets to Gaiman's Make Good Art at the Oberon, I've signed up for poly speed dating (again).
For now, however, a friendly german shepherd and still more tea.
