Does it help that it's fictional?

I just posted an LJ comment in an attempt to cheer up a robot.

Does it help that it's fictional?

I just posted an LJ comment in an attempt to cheer up a robot.

Feeling like I owe an update

I'm having a hard time getting reading done except in transit, if this continues after lunch, I shall take my book and head for the subway. (Unlimited ride passes have many uses.) I might even get off somewhere and buy tangerines. but walking away from the computer seems to have done the job.

Yesterday was delightful. I went down to the Village for tea and conversation with wild_irises. We discussed books, including but not limited to the Tiptree Award [she's on the Mother Board]. We talked a bit about people, but all in a cheerful way, even on the "I don't understand why Q* does that" bits. Ditto politics, specifically my pleasure that opportunistic politicians are seeing it as in their interest to support same-sex marriage. The only thing wrong with the get-together is that I would have loved more time, but she had many things to do and people to see.

Being in the West Village anyway, I decided to check out the branch of my gym that is now open all night (well, almost: they open Monday morning, close Saturday night, and then have fairly long Sunday hours. I had a decent workout, marred both by not finding some equipment quickly and by a few things they didn't seem to have.

From there, I met cattitude, eleanor, and fangorn for an Indian dinner at a place Eleanor likes. I liked it too, though we wound up spending more money than I'd anticipated--and getting more food than we could eat. The only thing is that it was over in the East Village, giving me a pleasant walk after exercising, and a second pleasant walk back west to Rose's Turn. (Cattitude went home; it's too noisy for him there.)

On the way in, we ran into Chuck on the sidewalk; he complimented my purple hair, which he hadn't noticed in the dark bar. I saw lots of cool people, including roadnotes, volund, and baldanders, and took the opportunity to tell coyotegoth that he is a hero of the revolution. Roadnotes sang very well, as did a new person who seemed to have been pushed into getting up by her friends (friends who were noisy when others were singing, alas, but at least quieted down for her) but once up there talked to the piano player and did "My Funny Valentine."

I left a bit after 11, and didn't get home until 1, because my A train (running local at that hour, of course) was taken out of service at 116th Street "due to an incident ahead", an announcement that made no sense until I saw the firefighters board and the train continue on its way.

( gym details, the usual )

*Not zir real initial

Feeling like I owe an update

I'm having a hard time getting reading done except in transit, if this continues after lunch, I shall take my book and head for the subway. (Unlimited ride passes have many uses.) I might even get off somewhere and buy tangerines. but walking away from the computer seems to have done the job.

Yesterday was delightful. I went down to the Village for tea and conversation with wild_irises. We discussed books, including but not limited to the Tiptree Award [she's on the Mother Board]. We talked a bit about people, but all in a cheerful way, even on the "I don't understand why Q* does that" bits. Ditto politics, specifically my pleasure that opportunistic politicians are seeing it as in their interest to support same-sex marriage. The only thing wrong with the get-together is that I would have loved more time, but she had many things to do and people to see.

Being in the West Village anyway, I decided to check out the branch of my gym that is now open all night (well, almost: they open Monday morning, close Saturday night, and then have fairly long Sunday hours. I had a decent workout, marred both by not finding some equipment quickly and by a few things they didn't seem to have.

From there, I met cattitude, eleanor, and fangorn for an Indian dinner at a place Eleanor likes. I liked it too, though we wound up spending more money than I'd anticipated--and getting more food than we could eat. The only thing is that it was over in the East Village, giving me a pleasant walk after exercising, and a second pleasant walk back west to Rose's Turn. (Cattitude went home; it's too noisy for him there.)

On the way in, we ran into Chuck on the sidewalk; he complimented my purple hair, which he hadn't noticed in the dark bar. I saw lots of cool people, including roadnotes, volund, and baldanders, and took the opportunity to tell coyotegoth that he is a hero of the revolution. Roadnotes sang very well, as did a new person who seemed to have been pushed into getting up by her friends (friends who were noisy when others were singing, alas, but at least quieted down for her) but once up there talked to the piano player and did "My Funny Valentine."

I left a bit after 11, and didn't get home until 1, because my A train (running local at that hour, of course) was taken out of service at 116th Street "due to an incident ahead", an announcement that made no sense until I saw the firefighters board and the train continue on its way.

( gym details, the usual )

*Not zir real initial

I have helpful friends

I was reading xiphias's journal, and found myself thinking "I will not do that. I will not even mention it" and then discovered that I didn't have to, supergee has offered. Inevitably, I expect.

(Yes, that's obscure until you follow the links.)

I have helpful friends

I was reading xiphias's journal, and found myself thinking "I will not do that. I will not even mention it" and then discovered that I didn't have to, supergee has offered. Inevitably, I expect.

(Yes, that's obscure until you follow the links.)

QOTD

Where is my raging apocalypse? This is what I want to know. Where is the social meltdown? The moral depravity? I was promised an apocalypse, dammit. What am I supposed to do with all these tubs of margarine and confetti and kazoos?

There have been more than 3,500 same-sex-marriage ceremonies in San Francisco so far. Hundreds more are just now kicking up a storm in Oregon and in beautifully rebellious little burgs around New York state. And, yet, nothing. No chaos. No rain of terror. Not even a lousy heat wave. Sigh.—Mark Morford

QOTD

Where is my raging apocalypse? This is what I want to know. Where is the social meltdown? The moral depravity? I was promised an apocalypse, dammit. What am I supposed to do with all these tubs of margarine and confetti and kazoos?

There have been more than 3,500 same-sex-marriage ceremonies in San Francisco so far. Hundreds more are just now kicking up a storm in Oregon and in beautifully rebellious little burgs around New York state. And, yet, nothing. No chaos. No rain of terror. Not even a lousy heat wave. Sigh.—Mark Morford