Half of what I say is meaningless

The scene:

farwing sees and hears three children on scooters coming fast around the corner, followed by two dads on foot, and becomes friendly with a stone wall to avoid collision:

A father: "Look out, there's a person!"

(The children steer around farwing and zoom past.)

AF: "And don't run over anyone else!"

AF, to farwing: "Have you ever been run over by a scooter? A whole pack of them?"

farwing: "No! It would have been an experience. Something to tell my grandchildren!"

Dear Internets:

I am addicted to you. I think we should spend some time apart. But...that requires will power. Fuck.

farwing


I went to a Dropkick Murphys concert last night with doma and it was fun. We had gone to a bar with twitch124 beforehand but we only had one drink each. Unlike everyone else on the green line last night. It was Public Transportation Theatre indeed. It went something like this:

Very Cheerful Very Drunk Guy to the entire train: "Are you having fun?"
farwing: "Of course! What's to prevent us?"
VCVDG: "Let me give you a high five for that answer!"
farwing: "Sure!"

VCVDG: "I'm from New Hampshire! We hang from subway polls like this!"
farwing: "Do you have different gravity in New Hampshire?"
VCVDG: "Yes! Because we don't have taxes!"
farwing: "Oh, is that what holds us down here?!"

VCVDG: "Are you really going to the Dropkick Murphys concert too?"
farwing: "Yes. Really."

His much more sober friend was all "yeah, he's kind of more sober than usual right now." which was...worrying. But at least he had a friend along.

The Dropkick Murphys concert was where all the drunks in Boston were headed last night, dontchaknow. And then we sold our extra tickets to drunk people outside the venue. One guy to whom we sold a ticket insisted I call him my Cousin Brian. Although I am half Irish, I do not actually have a cousin Brian. In fact....I don't think I am related to anyone named Brian.

Not My Cousin Brian: "Can I buy you a drink?"
farwing: "No, thank you. We are as un-sober as we wish to be."

Also: I am not used to being the tall one in my concert-going group. There were some assholes who insisted on sexydancing (with lots of elbows and a plastic cup of beer) right in our space. I had to glare holes at them a lot. doma was very good at sticking her elbows out defensively. There was also a guy behind us who was doing his fair share of glaring at them as well, which was nice.

Coming home from the T last night was...wet. Umbrellas are pretty much useless in Boston, but a nice long trench coat would be quite helpful, I think.


Yargh it is my sister Lou's birthday on Wednesday (yes, St. Patrick's Day) and I should really get a birthday package ready for her. Also remember to call her on the day. I'm probably not the worst sister ever, right? Just the flakiest.

Thanks for the snowflakes! (Apparently they are snowflake cookies? Why? They just look like stylized snowflakes to me. The world is kind of confusing.)


I walked all over Camberville with taliaferro & rwatsoff today and now my knees want to pop out and my feet are insisting on new sneakers and possibly a palanquin. Wimps.

Anyway, fun was had by all. taliaferro purchased many books of a Indian history nature, then got a snazzy new bag to help carry them home to The Other Cambridge. They need to come visit here more often. *nods*


rwatsoff: "You could go on a Scone Tour of Boston. We could be the Rolling Scones!"

taliaferro: "You need to go to IKEA, have them Ivar your head. Ivar for your neurons."

Last night I attended a most amusing party. \O/


cthulhia decided that what the world really needed was some sort of Real Genius/Dune crossover:

"Spice. Is. Nice."

"Paul Atreides, I must compliment you on your footwear."


And also crs helped compose the following to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot":

"I'm a little hedgehog short and stout,
here is my tail and here is my snout."


So...that was fun. Sometimes I forget to be social and then I go interact with other human beings just to see if my social skills still work and it's always nice to find that they do...good times.

farwing, filling out a cab voucher: "Hey...it's 09/09/09."
Guy for whom the cab will arrive: "Yeah, apparently lots of people were trying to get married today."
farwing: "But it's the middle of the week. If it were a weekend I'd be all set, find some random person to marry and then...have a lucky wedding date."

Once upon a time ursa_cerulean was really hungry. She had finished her lemon-sorbet-with-hot-fudge-sauce and was looking into her empty paper ice cream bowl with great sadness.

alizarin_hedgehog: "You could eat the bowl."
ursa_cerulean: "No thanks."
farwing: "Wouldn't it be great if they made edible ice cream bowls?"
ursa_cerulean: "That's what ice cream cones are."
farwing: "Oh...hey!"
alizarin_hedgehog: "Did that conversation really just happen?"
farwing: "Yes. Because I'm moron. A funny moron, but a moron."

I think I should invest in some sleep. My sleep bank is down to the last zzzzzzz. I'm so tired I nearly forgot to drink my coffee. I had the opportunity to go to sleep early last night and I did not take it. I should go do work now.

The scene: twitch124 and farwing are on Boylston Street, having just left Bukowski Tavern. A ridiculous and noisy silver sports car speeds past.

farwing: "Oh my god, what's wrong with your penis?!?"
twitch124: "Hopefully not the same thing that's wrong with his muffler."