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Sunday, August 10th, 2003 02:28 pm
weirdness in being social
Webpage Things
If you were unfortunate enough to hit my webpage in the last few days, you'll note Weird Things abound. That's because, true to form, emotional uncertainty = redesign the webpage. I'm going for the lowest maintenance look possible. And leaves are pretty.
If anything looks too out of whack, email or post here. It's very WiP and there's so many damn pages, I'm not actually sure I hit all the major ones. All links should now be active.
Also--I will not write QaF fic. I will not. I will NOT. I will read-only in this fandom. Because it's a nice, comfy fandom in which I will never feel the need to do anything but loaf. I mean it. Dammit.
In Which I Actually Try Out That Social Life Thing
Because I figured, at some point, I deserved to have one night where I forgot everything, even myself.
Whoo boy. That went a little differently.
I have the alcohol tolerance of a teetotaling muskrat. So Nezsa and I ate before we went. Which was about as effective as taking aspirin before major surgery, but on the other hand, we got to watch this bartender do this thing with his lighter and our drinks. Very, very cool. Huge flamey things. Wowness.
We had a good time. But there are a few things I'd like to take up with the male population of the world.
Dancing? Does not mean we want to fuck. We just might want to dance. Keep that in mind.
But. Say we did want to fuck. If your technique consists of trying to work a hand down our pants in the middle of the floor while murmuring we look oh so hot? Come *on*.
Drinking does not equal stupid. Saying "let's go someplace quieter to talk" after attempting to remove my bra? I wouldn't have fallen for that at ten, kiddo. Move along now.
The "my girlfriend broke up with me three days ago and I am so very heartbroken" bit? Is that standard issue? Heh. Do not combine with the bra thing. Seriously. I shouldn't get a hernia laughing at someone in the middle of hip-hop, kay?
"Are you horny, baby?" Are you KIDDING me? *boggles* Does that WORK? And people actually SAY that?
And to emphasize this bit--do not do not do not try to put your hand down my pants or I will knee you. I like my pants. They are pretty. They're on for a reason, kay?
I've been away too long, I think.
Apparently, my sense of humor isn't gone, just needed a kick in the pants. I haven't laughed this hard in so damn long.
But then, there was Zack.
Every so often, you see someone who does NOT fit in at all. He looked terribly uncomfortable, he kept watching the floor like it was filled with piranahs waiting for fresh blood, and I've never seen anyone at six five manage to make themselves almost vanish into the wall. Leaving Nezsa to the charms of Weird Guy With the Bad Lines (he was a good dancer and she handled him expertly), I was bored enough to stalk him for a little while. Anyway, I asked him to dance and he looked vaguely like he expected me to add "Hah! Joking!" but--it was nice. He did not grope. He did not dance well either, until he relaxed, and he did not think that I was interested in being molested, which was kind of shocking, and then he says, 'hey, can we talk?'
Okay, so I can fall for it, but also, I was wearing heavy shoes and know how to knee someone when they annoy me. So we found a table and he was--nice. Sweet. I kept thinking, this is someone you're supposed to meet at the grocery store over ripe tomatoes or something.
I told him he really, really didn't belong here. I mean, really. We ended up talking about our jobs, our pets, our old relationships, our future plans, what we had for dinner--the surreality never ends in my world. All of this with music so loud I think I lost at least ten percent of my hearing.
Nezsa came to retrieve me when things got interesting, as that's our deal, and he asked for my phone number. I gave him my last name and left. That's as close as I'm capable of coming to commitment these days. See? I make an effort to meet new people.
Went to IHoP for pancakes and to discuss the night's events with Nezsa's mother and brother afterward. Got home at seven this morning. Slept three hours, woke up feeling--really, really good about the world, actually. Somehow, managed to massively bruise my leg and Guy Who Groped stubbed Nezsa's toe big time. For once, I didn't feel vaguely dirty after a night like that.
QaF recs
Actually, I have a LOT, but I didn't bookmark them all and need to find them again.
Here's a few I remember.
Author: London
A very, very spare style that took some getting used to. It felt a little jerky at first, but it was also nicely paced and I liked how she developed things in all four stories. Read read read.
Author: Arabella O'Reilly
Bail, The Morning After, and Issues. First season, a really GOOD Justin and a really unfortunate bit of circumstance. And no, I would never, ever call Michael to bail me out of jail. Never, never, never.
Whipped Topping by ScrewtheDaisies. Heh. I like this Justin.
So. Must work on webpage eventually and also, make brownies. I feel that this is a brownie day.
If you were unfortunate enough to hit my webpage in the last few days, you'll note Weird Things abound. That's because, true to form, emotional uncertainty = redesign the webpage. I'm going for the lowest maintenance look possible. And leaves are pretty.
If anything looks too out of whack, email or post here. It's very WiP and there's so many damn pages, I'm not actually sure I hit all the major ones. All links should now be active.
Also--I will not write QaF fic. I will not. I will NOT. I will read-only in this fandom. Because it's a nice, comfy fandom in which I will never feel the need to do anything but loaf. I mean it. Dammit.
In Which I Actually Try Out That Social Life Thing
Because I figured, at some point, I deserved to have one night where I forgot everything, even myself.
Whoo boy. That went a little differently.
I have the alcohol tolerance of a teetotaling muskrat. So Nezsa and I ate before we went. Which was about as effective as taking aspirin before major surgery, but on the other hand, we got to watch this bartender do this thing with his lighter and our drinks. Very, very cool. Huge flamey things. Wowness.
We had a good time. But there are a few things I'd like to take up with the male population of the world.
Dancing? Does not mean we want to fuck. We just might want to dance. Keep that in mind.
But. Say we did want to fuck. If your technique consists of trying to work a hand down our pants in the middle of the floor while murmuring we look oh so hot? Come *on*.
Drinking does not equal stupid. Saying "let's go someplace quieter to talk" after attempting to remove my bra? I wouldn't have fallen for that at ten, kiddo. Move along now.
The "my girlfriend broke up with me three days ago and I am so very heartbroken" bit? Is that standard issue? Heh. Do not combine with the bra thing. Seriously. I shouldn't get a hernia laughing at someone in the middle of hip-hop, kay?
"Are you horny, baby?" Are you KIDDING me? *boggles* Does that WORK? And people actually SAY that?
And to emphasize this bit--do not do not do not try to put your hand down my pants or I will knee you. I like my pants. They are pretty. They're on for a reason, kay?
I've been away too long, I think.
Apparently, my sense of humor isn't gone, just needed a kick in the pants. I haven't laughed this hard in so damn long.
But then, there was Zack.
Every so often, you see someone who does NOT fit in at all. He looked terribly uncomfortable, he kept watching the floor like it was filled with piranahs waiting for fresh blood, and I've never seen anyone at six five manage to make themselves almost vanish into the wall. Leaving Nezsa to the charms of Weird Guy With the Bad Lines (he was a good dancer and she handled him expertly), I was bored enough to stalk him for a little while. Anyway, I asked him to dance and he looked vaguely like he expected me to add "Hah! Joking!" but--it was nice. He did not grope. He did not dance well either, until he relaxed, and he did not think that I was interested in being molested, which was kind of shocking, and then he says, 'hey, can we talk?'
Okay, so I can fall for it, but also, I was wearing heavy shoes and know how to knee someone when they annoy me. So we found a table and he was--nice. Sweet. I kept thinking, this is someone you're supposed to meet at the grocery store over ripe tomatoes or something.
I told him he really, really didn't belong here. I mean, really. We ended up talking about our jobs, our pets, our old relationships, our future plans, what we had for dinner--the surreality never ends in my world. All of this with music so loud I think I lost at least ten percent of my hearing.
Nezsa came to retrieve me when things got interesting, as that's our deal, and he asked for my phone number. I gave him my last name and left. That's as close as I'm capable of coming to commitment these days. See? I make an effort to meet new people.
Went to IHoP for pancakes and to discuss the night's events with Nezsa's mother and brother afterward. Got home at seven this morning. Slept three hours, woke up feeling--really, really good about the world, actually. Somehow, managed to massively bruise my leg and Guy Who Groped stubbed Nezsa's toe big time. For once, I didn't feel vaguely dirty after a night like that.
QaF recs
Actually, I have a LOT, but I didn't bookmark them all and need to find them again.
Here's a few I remember.
Author: London
A very, very spare style that took some getting used to. It felt a little jerky at first, but it was also nicely paced and I liked how she developed things in all four stories. Read read read.
Author: Arabella O'Reilly
Bail, The Morning After, and Issues. First season, a really GOOD Justin and a really unfortunate bit of circumstance. And no, I would never, ever call Michael to bail me out of jail. Never, never, never.
Whipped Topping by ScrewtheDaisies. Heh. I like this Justin.
So. Must work on webpage eventually and also, make brownies. I feel that this is a brownie day.
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From:Sounds like you had a good time, minus the groping. Do you think he'll call you? Cos that would be nifty :) I can never pick people up at clubs - I'm far too cynical and end up either laughing at them or questioning their motives. But who knows? Sometimes you get lucky.
Also, just to let you know, the second rec you gave? Something went wonky with the html and the lj link is kinda fubar.
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From:He was disturbingly nice. Very strange. And nope, not a chance of a call, and it probably says a lot about my state of mind that it's a relief. I think I liked him too much.
Also, just to let you know, the second rec you gave? Something went wonky with the html and the lj link is kinda fubar.
Gah. *hugs* Thanks. What I get for not double checking my HTML. Fixed!
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From:Heh. I don't know, it adds to the fun of the night. Dancing and comedy! Although, the hand down the front of the pant thing? The guy deserved to be kneed, hard.
"Are you horny, baby?" Are you KIDDING me? *boggles* Does that WORK? And people actually SAY that?
Well, if it was in an Austin Powers accent, I'd laugh ("Do I make you horny, baby?"). Otherwise, no, that's cheesy, corny and sad.
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From:I wanted to, but it was--it was like bad comedy. I honestly to God could not believe he *tried* that.
Well, if it was in an Austin Powers accent, I'd laugh ("Do I make you horny, baby?"). Otherwise, no, that's cheesy, corny and sad.
In retrospect, he might have been just being funny. But jeez. It just hit me all wrong.
Heh. Fun night, though.
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From:Although I feel a bit sad that the apparently nice guy had to be left behind. You might ought to have clubbed him over the head and dragged him back to your lair. Baking brownies would have made it up completely.
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friendly neighborhood stalker
From:You don't know me, but I decided to come out of lurker-dom to let you know that you single-handedly led me down the path of no return. Yes, I mean Brian Kinney.
Before reading about your love of him, I'd never seen the show. So, I decided to download the first ep to check it out. Now I'm obsessed. He's like crack, only hotter and with an ass that haunts me.
So now I'm downloading eps like crazy and stalking my neighborhood blockbuster waiting for people to return the episodes I haven't seen yet.
Ah, obsession.
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From:When Beth mentioned it, I was like, oh good, textual slash, yay yippeecakes--then the wonderous gem sent me the tapes, and ten minutes into the first ep, I was hooked beyond words to describe. Brian, Brian, Brian. Just--gah. NOt just pretty as hell, but an asshole to boot, then being all vulnerable, then being kind enough to get naked and start having sex while I watched. God. Every kink hit all at once.
*breathes*
Oh yeah. *grins* *waves* Having fun? Read anything interesting? *hopeful*
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Our adventurous night
From:Yes, what a night and my ears finally stopped ringing from the laud music.
Oh, that idiot who damn near mauled you and subbed my toe in the process successfully bruised my toe. It’s a small bruise, but it hurt for some time. Ah yes, our night. I like to equate it to a lustful orgy with clothes, lots of groping and making out in front of one another.
It’s always amusing watching a honey fool attempt certain behaviors which are usually followed by, “Am I turning you on?” What’s wrong with a simple dance? Why must vertical intercourse always be attempted.
At least this time, I didn’t choose my drinks based on how pretty I thought they were. No more Everclear for me!
So, when are we going again?!?!?!?!
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From:Hey! What's this, young lady? You will write one for me? Pretty, please? (I was going to say with sugar on top, but remembered your vow just in time).
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From:*grins*
On index2.html, the image at the top has the links to the fandoms at the bottom.
I've GOT to fix that soon. Gah. On me. And why am I still awake when I actually DID get ready for bed a LONG time ago?
*stares at Michael and Justin*
Right, them. Stupid non-communicative bastards.
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