the first day of Chesh!
Hey, y'all! I want to update more during Sconecon, so here's a totally fucking boring entry for you. I was going to keep it brief, but only because I started it yesterday before we did things. So now it's not brief. Srry!
After spending Friday cleaning and piano-lessoning and watching my shows (New Monk! Doctor Who!), I didn't actually get sleep before picking Chesh up from les airportes at 8:20 AM. Her plane was delaaayed (okay, by 10 minutes, but the Tears still popped into my head) and I watched it come in from out the window. Something about Omaha that is vaguely amusing to many people is that our airport has 2 wings, A and B, and each wing has 10 gates. That's basically it. It's two floors and about the size of a small shopping mall. Other airports I've flown into (Chicago, Denver) have always been these monstrous complexes comprised of so many wings they have to start the alphabet over, doubled, and each one is about 3 miles' walk across the concourse from the other. But our airport is tiny and awesome! You cannot get lost in it. It has 6 baggage claims. Eppley is amusing. Also, the Faint sing about it in their song "Southern Belles In London Sing" where Todd says, "Staring down the Eppley gate / Two more days before your plane arrives, then you'll be standing here with your smile." In case you wondered what that was about (You didn't).
Kays! Chesh! She was kind of tired and achy, and we went straight home, where she gave me an AMAZING PRESENT for our 5-year anniversary (June 19th): A framed magnetic board covered in magnetic poetry words. But these weren't just ANY magnetic poetry words! These were specially-made-by-Chesh, Brett Anderson poetry magnets. Oh, yes. It's as incredible as it sounds. We then spent 15 minutes hunched over the pool table, searching for the words to make lines like, "I call to his aching screaming hips" and "Nuclear sunshine" and other Anderisms. I'm totally going to write a Brett song and post it for y'all. It'll be incredible. BEST THING EVAR. We'd actually talked before about how amusing it would be to use Brett's limited lyrical lingo as a poetry board, but it never occurred to me to DO it. That's why Chesh is wonderful. <3
Thennn, she showered and ate and I annoyed my mother who hard-boiled some eggs for me since I'm made of fail and they always come out British (dude, okay, this is amusing: y'all on the other side of the pond like to eat soft-boiled eggs, which I find distasteful, but I associate them with Britain; thus, British eggs. IT IS FUNNY. BUT I LOVE BRITAIN. SO CALM DOWN). All the cats gathered around to greet Chesh! And then we both decided to nap!
I went to les Targets to get Chesh a decent pillow and to Michaels for some yarns for the blanket I'm making her in shades of pink and purple (her anniversary gift). They didn't come with me because they didn't want me to stay 3 hours. When I came back (ONE HOUR later, thank you very much, and only because Target is a disaster area right now because they're remodeling it for no real reason), Smeg and Chesh were setting up Risk. And thus we played a 3-hour game of Risk! After you get so many armies amassed on the board, it's hard to win anything, so we started making bets on removing multiple blocks at a time. And then we got bored and threw it all to Lady Chance: "I'll trade you Siam for Mongolia." We were going for someone to rule the whole world, but that got boring, too, so we just counted them all up at the end. Smeg, the Dark Horse, was losing when we played by "real rules," but won when chance was introduced!
A quote: "Look, I rolled three 4's! I'd be really good at a game that wasn't this one!"
Then we went downstairs to attempt to finish the Twilight Princess game we had to abandon last year. I swear to GOD I've actually completed it, but we were stuck in the fail-fail sky temple. Maybe the finished-er game is on the other memory card. I got bored and we decided to switch to the Tomb Raider game I bought, but Smeg went to bed and Chesh & I were tired, so we gave up on that too and went to bed.
Today, I'm not sure what we're doing. I have to figure out this pedometer that my insurance sent me - they have a program for fatties to lose weight and it's free, and you get A FREE PEDOMETER, so that's neat. I get 10 fortnightly phone consults with a clinician of some kind, and the first one is Wednesday morning, so I have to have a 3-day step count for her. Then she'll tell me what to do to lose weight! Phun.
Here's a list of 5 songs I'm hugely into right now. I'll upload mp3s later, if you want:
1. Tricky, "Bacative." There's no exit - I can't stand still - Keep on running. BERNARD BUTLER PRODUCED IT. IT'S AMAZING. <3 Also, Tricky is really kewl.
2. Longpigs, "Lost Myself." I lost myself, I cannot speak - did it by myself, I'm far too weak. I really like this song. I scream to it hoarsely like Crispin Hunt. I think he works as an office researcher now. Oh, the rise and fall of Britpop!
3. Holly Valance, "Ricochets." Don't cry, it just ricochets into another day, into another day. I love Holly. STFU.
4. The Killers feat. Lou Reed, "Tranquilize." And sometimes I'm a travelin' man, but tonight, my engine's failing... Confession: Velvet Underground bores me. But I do so love Lou Reed. He sounds like someone's grandpa in ths song, but like their totally AWESOME grandpa. And it's so good. Yay, Killers!
5. Underworld, "Dirty Epic." And the light, it blinds my eyes... Here comes Christ on crutches. Oh, fuck yeah. Underworld is the shit. The lengthy electro-techno raver shit.
Okays, I need to put some makeup on my poor, stupid face - it's all dried out from an acne cream, but I really don't want to get more acne because it's prone to developing cysts, so I'm trying to deal with the flaky pain with a ton of moisturizer - and ... eat or something. Bye!
J.
After spending Friday cleaning and piano-lessoning and watching my shows (New Monk! Doctor Who!), I didn't actually get sleep before picking Chesh up from les airportes at 8:20 AM. Her plane was delaaayed (okay, by 10 minutes, but the Tears still popped into my head) and I watched it come in from out the window. Something about Omaha that is vaguely amusing to many people is that our airport has 2 wings, A and B, and each wing has 10 gates. That's basically it. It's two floors and about the size of a small shopping mall. Other airports I've flown into (Chicago, Denver) have always been these monstrous complexes comprised of so many wings they have to start the alphabet over, doubled, and each one is about 3 miles' walk across the concourse from the other. But our airport is tiny and awesome! You cannot get lost in it. It has 6 baggage claims. Eppley is amusing. Also, the Faint sing about it in their song "Southern Belles In London Sing" where Todd says, "Staring down the Eppley gate / Two more days before your plane arrives, then you'll be standing here with your smile." In case you wondered what that was about (You didn't).
Kays! Chesh! She was kind of tired and achy, and we went straight home, where she gave me an AMAZING PRESENT for our 5-year anniversary (June 19th): A framed magnetic board covered in magnetic poetry words. But these weren't just ANY magnetic poetry words! These were specially-made-by-Chesh, Brett Anderson poetry magnets. Oh, yes. It's as incredible as it sounds. We then spent 15 minutes hunched over the pool table, searching for the words to make lines like, "I call to his aching screaming hips" and "Nuclear sunshine" and other Anderisms. I'm totally going to write a Brett song and post it for y'all. It'll be incredible. BEST THING EVAR. We'd actually talked before about how amusing it would be to use Brett's limited lyrical lingo as a poetry board, but it never occurred to me to DO it. That's why Chesh is wonderful. <3
Thennn, she showered and ate and I annoyed my mother who hard-boiled some eggs for me since I'm made of fail and they always come out British (dude, okay, this is amusing: y'all on the other side of the pond like to eat soft-boiled eggs, which I find distasteful, but I associate them with Britain; thus, British eggs. IT IS FUNNY. BUT I LOVE BRITAIN. SO CALM DOWN). All the cats gathered around to greet Chesh! And then we both decided to nap!
I went to les Targets to get Chesh a decent pillow and to Michaels for some yarns for the blanket I'm making her in shades of pink and purple (her anniversary gift). They didn't come with me because they didn't want me to stay 3 hours. When I came back (ONE HOUR later, thank you very much, and only because Target is a disaster area right now because they're remodeling it for no real reason), Smeg and Chesh were setting up Risk. And thus we played a 3-hour game of Risk! After you get so many armies amassed on the board, it's hard to win anything, so we started making bets on removing multiple blocks at a time. And then we got bored and threw it all to Lady Chance: "I'll trade you Siam for Mongolia." We were going for someone to rule the whole world, but that got boring, too, so we just counted them all up at the end. Smeg, the Dark Horse, was losing when we played by "real rules," but won when chance was introduced!
A quote: "Look, I rolled three 4's! I'd be really good at a game that wasn't this one!"
Then we went downstairs to attempt to finish the Twilight Princess game we had to abandon last year. I swear to GOD I've actually completed it, but we were stuck in the fail-fail sky temple. Maybe the finished-er game is on the other memory card. I got bored and we decided to switch to the Tomb Raider game I bought, but Smeg went to bed and Chesh & I were tired, so we gave up on that too and went to bed.
Today, I'm not sure what we're doing. I have to figure out this pedometer that my insurance sent me - they have a program for fatties to lose weight and it's free, and you get A FREE PEDOMETER, so that's neat. I get 10 fortnightly phone consults with a clinician of some kind, and the first one is Wednesday morning, so I have to have a 3-day step count for her. Then she'll tell me what to do to lose weight! Phun.
Here's a list of 5 songs I'm hugely into right now. I'll upload mp3s later, if you want:
1. Tricky, "Bacative." There's no exit - I can't stand still - Keep on running. BERNARD BUTLER PRODUCED IT. IT'S AMAZING. <3 Also, Tricky is really kewl.
2. Longpigs, "Lost Myself." I lost myself, I cannot speak - did it by myself, I'm far too weak. I really like this song. I scream to it hoarsely like Crispin Hunt. I think he works as an office researcher now. Oh, the rise and fall of Britpop!
3. Holly Valance, "Ricochets." Don't cry, it just ricochets into another day, into another day. I love Holly. STFU.
4. The Killers feat. Lou Reed, "Tranquilize." And sometimes I'm a travelin' man, but tonight, my engine's failing... Confession: Velvet Underground bores me. But I do so love Lou Reed. He sounds like someone's grandpa in ths song, but like their totally AWESOME grandpa. And it's so good. Yay, Killers!
5. Underworld, "Dirty Epic." And the light, it blinds my eyes... Here comes Christ on crutches. Oh, fuck yeah. Underworld is the shit. The lengthy electro-techno raver shit.
Okays, I need to put some makeup on my poor, stupid face - it's all dried out from an acne cream, but I really don't want to get more acne because it's prone to developing cysts, so I'm trying to deal with the flaky pain with a ton of moisturizer - and ... eat or something. Bye!
J.