Yes, I know.
Few and far between, my LJ entries. I'm just trying, after two years, to really ground myself in where I am, with real-time interactions and doing the face thing, which is much more difficult for me than running with the internet persona. My real life me is so much more complex and prickly and introverted (but more glamorous- heh. Not.) Face things take time and energy, which then leaves me less time for typing away at the computer.
So, I found out that I work with a lot of really, really fun people, and I've bullied them into going out after work as a group every two weeks or so, and it's sowing seeds of general goodwill and amusement. The rule of the outings are that we don't talk about work, and that turns out to be a great thing. People are so odd! And the hilarious part is that at some point in the evening we all end up giggling about our sex lives past and present. Of course, being the 40+ entry in a sea of 30ish beings, I inevitably have the best story. Sometimes I even tell it.
We had our company beach party on Friday. It was crazy-hot, but they had a clambake and burgers and ribs and kegs and three kinds of rum-and-fruit punch and spiked lemonade. And the water was gorgeous! So was the shade (thankfully, the site has a huge lawn with trees). And we have several surfer dudes that - well - it's a treat to see them shirtless.
I like my house. My cats rule, although we cannot cure Sherpa of always managing to launch off of Mr. Viper's nutsack when she leaves his lap. It is a tribute to the gulf of cuteness that is Sherpa that he's still completely in her furry thrall. My job is something I look forward to doing every day. Mr. Viper is the hottest science nerd that ever sci-nerded. I have some kick-ass shoes.
Favorite music of the moment:
Muse - Black Holes and Revelations
The Killers - Sam's Town (shut up - I know it's twee. So?)
Reading:
The Great Deluge. I can only read it in bits, because it makes me so fucking angry. Also brilliant though, about Katrina.
Helen of Troy. A fictional treatment of her life that is reasonably amusing by Margaret George.
The Middle Pillar. Israel Regardie is one of my favorite authors - a ritual magician who was also a therapist and a wonderful writer. The book is about the Middle Pillar ritual, which is one of my must-dos. This is a reread, but I always find something new in it.
Looking at:
A while ago, I bought from a thrift store this little hall table that has beautiful curved legs. The negative space forms the classic French Art Nouveau shape. I've been appreciating it this week.
So, I found out that I work with a lot of really, really fun people, and I've bullied them into going out after work as a group every two weeks or so, and it's sowing seeds of general goodwill and amusement. The rule of the outings are that we don't talk about work, and that turns out to be a great thing. People are so odd! And the hilarious part is that at some point in the evening we all end up giggling about our sex lives past and present. Of course, being the 40+ entry in a sea of 30ish beings, I inevitably have the best story. Sometimes I even tell it.
We had our company beach party on Friday. It was crazy-hot, but they had a clambake and burgers and ribs and kegs and three kinds of rum-and-fruit punch and spiked lemonade. And the water was gorgeous! So was the shade (thankfully, the site has a huge lawn with trees). And we have several surfer dudes that - well - it's a treat to see them shirtless.
I like my house. My cats rule, although we cannot cure Sherpa of always managing to launch off of Mr. Viper's nutsack when she leaves his lap. It is a tribute to the gulf of cuteness that is Sherpa that he's still completely in her furry thrall. My job is something I look forward to doing every day. Mr. Viper is the hottest science nerd that ever sci-nerded. I have some kick-ass shoes.
Favorite music of the moment:
Muse - Black Holes and Revelations
The Killers - Sam's Town (shut up - I know it's twee. So?)
Reading:
The Great Deluge. I can only read it in bits, because it makes me so fucking angry. Also brilliant though, about Katrina.
Helen of Troy. A fictional treatment of her life that is reasonably amusing by Margaret George.
The Middle Pillar. Israel Regardie is one of my favorite authors - a ritual magician who was also a therapist and a wonderful writer. The book is about the Middle Pillar ritual, which is one of my must-dos. This is a reread, but I always find something new in it.
Looking at:
A while ago, I bought from a thrift store this little hall table that has beautiful curved legs. The negative space forms the classic French Art Nouveau shape. I've been appreciating it this week.