Kaymyth

*ahem* My pony is *coral* colored, thankyouverymuch. NOT pink.

Ayup. It definitely helps the days go by quickly here in Cubeland.

You think it's bad here; I've got Thirdgen IM'ing me at work Macthing over and over and over. You have no idea the depths of his insanity.

The best part is that I'm pretty sure that Shakespeare would have approved of what we did far more than any school's approach in the history of ever. Ye gods, that stuff was a slog in high school. It was never meant to be read.

I'm actually speaking about myself in particular here - I truly just do not have the stamina that I did when I was in my twenties. I'm not in terrible shape by any means, but I cannot function on a lack of sleep anymore like I used to. Plus I've got fiddly joints; just chucked out all of my heels because my knees just can't take them anymore. And, y'know, we've got nieces and nephews. I have all the makings of a fantastic crazy aunt. I'm having a tremendous amount of fun with the fact that my brother's stepson is almost exactly like I was when I was a kid. There is a next generation of geek, and I have the added bonus of getting to give them back when I'm done corrupting them to the dork side. See, everyone on the forum are, for the most part, reasonable well-adjusted people who can follow a logical progression. It is difficult for people who are reasonable to fathom those who are not. Me, I've had practice in fathoming the unfathomable. My former housemate became our housemate because of parental crazy. Oh, if I could only tell the stories, your parents would start looking downright normal in comparison.

Last night, my church had a fundraiser. It was called "A Midsummer Night's Folly". It was an audience participation dramatic reading of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Admission was $10, and your name went into a hat to be called up for parts. If you didn't want to be cast (and recast, and recast again; parts changed every Act), you had to pay an extra $5 to keep your name out of the hat. Also, for a few more dollars, you could purchase cards that you could "play" at any time to change things, turning the whole production into Shakespeare's Who's Line Is It Anyway whilst fairies frolicked around the edges of the stage area holding up "EUPHEMISM" signs at (in)appropriate spots. We had piles of outrageous accents, Kung Fu-style scenes, interpretive dance, cheerleader-delivered lines, and a frog-moose with a donkey head. One of the best moments was, while having to speak in a Russian accent, Puck shouted, "KEPTEN!" to Oberon, a la Chekhov to Kirk. And then near the end it all turned into a musical, complete with the audience providing rhythmic finger-snaps to the singing. And that, my friends, is (one of the many ridiculous ways) Pagan UUs do fundraising. Next year, we're already talking about doing The Tempest, featuring seven castaways on Gilligan's Isle.

Pssst - you're still on the Holodeck.

Should you ever decide to come out of the Brony closet, I recommend doing it in spectacular fashion. Wait till everyone's out of the house, and then decorate the whole thing in MLP themed stuff. Wear MLP clothes. Bonus points if you pin a cutie mark to your hip. Then start blasting MLP:FiM on every screen in the house for when they return. None of this is new information for me. I honestly could go either way; I'm OK with having a kid, and OK with not (though the notion of trying to keep up with a toddler at my age-appropriate energy levels is food for trepidation). I do have an elementary ed degree, and while I'm not teaching now, I did it enough to know that I like kids. Generally speaking, though, I find them a lot easier to relate to/communicate with once they reach about 3rd grade or so. But my husband is another story. He is comedically uncomfortable around small children. He doesn't even know what to do with his own nieces (though it is getting better now that they're getting old enough to hold a conversation). And he has confessed to me that he doesn't think that babies are cute. My feelings on the matter aren't strong enough for me to want to push him into something life-changing that he's not sure he wants to do.

*snerk* Yeah. I would totally be that mother. My husband is probably wise in thinking that we are not well-equipped for handling small children. So you all get the brunt of my slouching-towards-forty last gasp of "but I'm running out of time to have TEH BABIEZ" hormonal parental instinct.

This is why I shouldn't be a real mom. I am, on occasion, a terrible influence on the younger generation.

Supersoakers and food coloring. 'Nuff said.

"Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun."

Oh, man, Lilarcor. A powergamer trapped inside a sword. His description read is hysterical. And I have yet to make it even a little way into Baldur's Gate without adding Minsc to the party. This is why I can't play evil characters in the game - not because I can't make the evil decisions, but because doing so would eventually drive Minsc away.

Eesh. They didn't want children. They wanted fully programmable robot clones of themselves that would cheerfully validate every life choice they ever made.

Wow. Just...wow. I have no words. Wait, no, I totally have words, but they are not nice ones and do not use appropriate language for this forum. Do your parents have any idea the damage that they're doing? This goes far beyond the issue of Spokane itself; they're basically proving to you all that their word cannot ever be trusted, and employing amateurish gaslighting techniques to try and deny that they ever promised anything. The sooner you *and* your sibling(s) can get out of that toxic environment, the better.

I'm fine in planes, too. My issue is unobstructed distance between myself and the thing that I could fall onto. I'd probably be OK if I were secured in most cases; for instance, I'd like to try parasailing someday. But rollercoasters are right out. They are fast and bumpy and generally unpleasant, and when I get off of one I am dizzy for a while afterwards. I tried so, so hard to like rollercoasters for the sake of my coaster-loving husband, but all I got out of the attempt was a very amusing Livejournal post.

Hey, I'm on the downslope headed towards 40. I think about these things!

Go look up the Weird Al version. Then you'll still have it stuck in your head, but it'll be polka!

I'm just sitting here pondering the horrible malnutrition consequences of only having one type of food to eat.

This is why one should not forsake the ground. She gets angry when you leave her all alone.

I'm not afraid of the ground. The ground is my friend. When it is close, my equilibrium is normal. Things only get wonky when it gets far away.

Seconded. I get vertigo, so it's not just a phobia. If I get up high, I get dizzy and become more susceptible to falling.

Oh. Well. Hmm. "Best" is such an all-encompassing term. I'm going to go tentatively with alto saxophone, mostly because I play it. But I assert that I can also turn any instrument in my repertoire into a good jazz instrument. Flute, in fact, I have used for jazz band solos; but given the right piece, and I could rock a jazz solo on the oboe.' Yeah. Jazz oboe. That would be cool.

Well, in this case, it's more in my capacity as a person who happens to know several folks with library science degrees. I think it's not as bad now as it was a few years ago, but it's been a pretty tough job to break into because nobody was wanting to retire for a while there. If it's something you feel strongly about, I'd say go for it. But these things can go either really, really awesome or just be a sinking letdown. (Hello, personal experience!) It's a risk, but it's usually worth it. Even if it's a letdown of, "Oh, she's seeing someone now," at least you can stop wondering.