drama, farce, and nested balloons

[wanton_bliss]

Yesterday featured several bits of trumped up drama. It all began with a phone call early afternoon (as I washed my dishes):

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Entirely besides the point, but anyway...

[gadge]

I knew 'xanthe' had a colour-association, but for some reason I thought it was green. Green good looks making little sense, however, I checked it out, and found out it was yellow instead. And now, well, now I'm just getting one of the puns in a Piers Anthony book I read when I was eight. Or nine. Very young, is what I'm saying.

Odd how that works, huh? Next time, perhaps you'll go somewhere more salubrious for pizza.

Well...

[wanton_bliss]

... to be quite honest, my familiarity with the word is due entirely to the fact that it became a meme of sorts amongst my high school peer group. As often happens in such social circles, one person happens upon a word or phrase and pretty soon it acquires certain insular connotations within an entire web of friends. My high school chums were wannabe filmmakers and utilized xanthochroid as the title for one of their short films because "it sounded cool."

I pulled it out of my ass (figuratively) in this case because I am self-conscious of my overuse of the term "Aryan" or "Aryan fuck" when referring to Y.

I feel compelled to play with balloons now.

[suremiss]

"I grabbed an Escher Pop-Up book, a couple Abnormal Psychology texts, and a textbook on Logic"
Something about that makes me smile. I can't quite place why.
What I really want to know is, have you any Idea what "positive pizza" is?

I do not.

[wanton_bliss]

I have, to date, never had a truly positive pizza experience.