visiting one's lady friend
For a few hours I remember why life is fun. We finish watching Kung Fu Hustle and relax in the warm blue glow of "press play to resume." We talk. There's D&D and school and games. When Es talks about school his eyes light up; he loves everything he's doing. He got contacts. That could've been it too. I haven't seen BS (hah hah, BS; that's the third person I know with those initials) in a year, and he's gotten scruffier. Cannon is Cannon, and an2 is an2. But it's a fun night. Es talks about his dance team and vows to show me his dance team videos (and "hey, I'm leaving on Monday too." "oh, where are you going?" "Boston." "What's in Boston?" "I'm...visiting my lady friend." *GRIN*) We establish that I have gotten dorkier (after I ask for a SC cd), upon which follows:
"If you plot a three dimensional graph with nerdiness on one axis, geekiness on another, and dorkiness on the third, and plot coolness as a function of all three, the graph would be monatoniclly increasing..."
"No, no, no. There's only two degrees of freedom; nerdiness is a subset of the other two..."
"I really think of them as non-exclusive, independent categories..."
The dorks of dorkdom have decided I am one of them. *tips hat*
There's a bit of a Rand discussion which I don't get as thouroughly trashed as I expected, but have to back down in not having read any of her non-fiction. Not that I want to. But a nice night.
Which I am only recounting now for the quotes and to pretend my dizziness, headache, tiredness, achiness, and general gloominess of temprament don't exist. *sigh*
Hey, Narut. Depressed again? Want some ice cream? That always helps.
Or not.
"If you plot a three dimensional graph with nerdiness on one axis, geekiness on another, and dorkiness on the third, and plot coolness as a function of all three, the graph would be monatoniclly increasing..."
"No, no, no. There's only two degrees of freedom; nerdiness is a subset of the other two..."
"I really think of them as non-exclusive, independent categories..."
The dorks of dorkdom have decided I am one of them. *tips hat*
There's a bit of a Rand discussion which I don't get as thouroughly trashed as I expected, but have to back down in not having read any of her non-fiction. Not that I want to. But a nice night.
Which I am only recounting now for the quotes and to pretend my dizziness, headache, tiredness, achiness, and general gloominess of temprament don't exist. *sigh*
Hey, Narut. Depressed again? Want some ice cream? That always helps.
Or not.