Oddly enough, a spider story.
I love my relationship with my mom sometimes.
We all had a nice dinner, the dishwasher was running, my dad asks me to do something upstairs and downstairs. I asked my mom to put up the leftovers, she agrees. So I went 'n did what my dad told me.
I finish the minor task, come back down, they're still happily chatting. Leftovers ain't put away. I tease my mom, she asks me to put 'em away. I smile, walk away waving goodbye as I say "We had a deal," my hand slowly disappearing as I go down the staircase to play Skyrim.
"MAY GOD SMITE YOU DOWN!" she chants after me, causing me to return up the stairs.
My mom's Catholic, I'm atheist/shamanic-symbolic-whatever, I'm trying to think of something witty to get back at her without crossing the line. "Fine, but at least let me choose the god."
Then my mouth takes over. Oh damn. "Well, I choose Bacchus and Spider."
"Spider's not a god!" "C'mon, Mom, he's the personification of stories, that's pretty close to a god in that particular mythos. Gimme a break."
"Oh wait. Bacchus is the god of big party bashes, and Spider tells the stories, and if they get together to smite me down..."
So yeah, if I end up in the front page news any time in the next few weeks after a really bitchin' Halloween party, I'm blaming Mom. She's the one that started it.
Oh hey, there was something left in the LJ-autosave buffer. Cool.
The generation who created the technology for the internet is now entering old age, the generation who made the internet happen are now becoming middle-aged, the generation who grew up with the internet are now having kids.
I see some sort of significant social shift in the next few years or so, as this kind of connected world is no longer "something new," but rather one that they were born into.
We're already seeing the path being broken ahead, even as we pave the way with every screen we type at becoming cobbles for the future.
So how is this a spider story? Well, it's about what Spider means to me. Networking, creating links. Knowing that the story you tell afterward is worth taking a bump to the ego, because the stories are more important. It's about patience, and looking at connections others might not see because you haven't spun them yet. But when you do look at Spider's connections he's made, they start to make sense.
When I started this post, I wanted to put on some proper music, epic and awesome. So, I started to put on Jesus Christ Superstar, but then I thought, Naaahhh, too Christian. Then I thought about putting on Korpiklaani, but then I thought, Naaaahh, too Pagan. I wound up going with the soundtrack to The Social Network. Industrial ambient, neutral but dynamic. Intense without being radical. Yet another of those oddball seeming-paradoxes that I love. Yes.
We all had a nice dinner, the dishwasher was running, my dad asks me to do something upstairs and downstairs. I asked my mom to put up the leftovers, she agrees. So I went 'n did what my dad told me.
I finish the minor task, come back down, they're still happily chatting. Leftovers ain't put away. I tease my mom, she asks me to put 'em away. I smile, walk away waving goodbye as I say "We had a deal," my hand slowly disappearing as I go down the staircase to play Skyrim.
"MAY GOD SMITE YOU DOWN!" she chants after me, causing me to return up the stairs.
My mom's Catholic, I'm atheist/shamanic-symbolic-whatever, I'm trying to think of something witty to get back at her without crossing the line. "Fine, but at least let me choose the god."
Then my mouth takes over. Oh damn. "Well, I choose Bacchus and Spider."
"Spider's not a god!" "C'mon, Mom, he's the personification of stories, that's pretty close to a god in that particular mythos. Gimme a break."
"Oh wait. Bacchus is the god of big party bashes, and Spider tells the stories, and if they get together to smite me down..."
So yeah, if I end up in the front page news any time in the next few weeks after a really bitchin' Halloween party, I'm blaming Mom. She's the one that started it.
Oh hey, there was something left in the LJ-autosave buffer. Cool.
The generation who created the technology for the internet is now entering old age, the generation who made the internet happen are now becoming middle-aged, the generation who grew up with the internet are now having kids.
I see some sort of significant social shift in the next few years or so, as this kind of connected world is no longer "something new," but rather one that they were born into.
We're already seeing the path being broken ahead, even as we pave the way with every screen we type at becoming cobbles for the future.
So how is this a spider story? Well, it's about what Spider means to me. Networking, creating links. Knowing that the story you tell afterward is worth taking a bump to the ego, because the stories are more important. It's about patience, and looking at connections others might not see because you haven't spun them yet. But when you do look at Spider's connections he's made, they start to make sense.
When I started this post, I wanted to put on some proper music, epic and awesome. So, I started to put on Jesus Christ Superstar, but then I thought, Naaahhh, too Christian. Then I thought about putting on Korpiklaani, but then I thought, Naaaahh, too Pagan. I wound up going with the soundtrack to The Social Network. Industrial ambient, neutral but dynamic. Intense without being radical. Yet another of those oddball seeming-paradoxes that I love. Yes.