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mamajoanI see my posting frequency has dropped off a lot in the last few weeks. It's not that there's nothing going on, I guess it's just that I'm going through one of those "everything I say is pretentious, no one cares what I'm thinking about, why bother?" phases. I mean, how many times can I write "I went to my mom's place and did laundry. Her kitties are cute" before it becomes justifiable homicide? Or at least justifiable de-friending. (Also, stuff has been heating up at work, busy-wise.)
Having said that, to recap, I saw Goldmember (liked it), read Diplomatic Immunity (liked it a lot), voted for the Hugos (went with Curse of Chalion #1), and have made zero progress on the Buffy transcripts. Last week I went from three functional computers to one to none to two to none and back to two again (*knock wood*) although it's iffy, IMO, to refer to a computer as functional when it refuses to recognize the modem and therefore can't be used to log onto the 'net. Currently I'm waiting for J. to send me a Mac OS 9 CD so that I can install Eudora 5 on the juiced-up Powermac, which won't be a moment too soon because checking my email via the web interface is seriously getting annoying.
And then this weekend I was at the cottage with my mom and grandma and some other old folks. It wasn't a lot of fun. Grandma's Alzheimer-related dementia is pretty far advanced and it's depressing and frustrating to deal with her, whereas the other old folks who visited do a lot of complaining and a lot of asking you the same question over and over. Sigh.
At least I got some nice sun, though, some nice color to my skin without actually burning.
I feel like I have a lot to rant about, too, but I just don't have the energy or the giving-a-crap-ness. So, you're spared. Lucky you.
Last night I dreamt that we were going to the Red Sox game. In RL, mom and I are indeed going on Saturday, courtesy of my employers, although really courtesy of our company's corporate lawyers. Apparently the lawyers have a luxury box at Fenway and offer it to their various clients at various points during the season. So mom and I are *WAY* psyched, never having been in a luxury box before. The directions from management basically said, "go in the special entrance, identify yourself to the concierge, go up the escalator, and go in the door with the law firm's name on it." This becomes relevant in the dream. The other RL things that become relevant are that a) grandma has developed a new habit of wandering off and getting lost, and b) mom is taking grandma to the airport to return home, the same day as the baseball game we're going to.
So in the dream, mom and I and my brother were heading there, and somehow we ended up in the lawyer guy's house, which was a very fancy rich-person house, and we were basically hanging around waiting for the lawyer guy to be ready. He was nattering on about how cool it was going to be because he thought Pedro Martinez was pitching, and we were explaining that no, actually Derek Lowe was pitching, but we were just as happy about that because we love Lowe, and the lawyer guy was all, "yeah, I guess, Lowe's okay."
And then he was ready, so we left, and since it was a dream it took no time to get there. :) We got to the special entrance, but then the lawyer guy was gone. My brother tried to just walk in, but the concierge guy -- who was blond and more bodyguard-like than doorman-like -- grabbed him, and I grabbed him too, and I was all, "chill out dude" to my brother, and to the concierge I was explaining who we were, and I said we had three people, but then suddenly I realized, shit, we have four people, grandma was with us and now she's gone! we lost grandma! But then I remembered that we had taken her to the airport already. Whew.
And then I woke up before we actually saw any of the game. Wah!
I have another dream or three to relate, but they require a friends-only post. Coming up in a little bit. Now I really gotta get some work done.
Having said that, to recap, I saw Goldmember (liked it), read Diplomatic Immunity (liked it a lot), voted for the Hugos (went with Curse of Chalion #1), and have made zero progress on the Buffy transcripts. Last week I went from three functional computers to one to none to two to none and back to two again (*knock wood*) although it's iffy, IMO, to refer to a computer as functional when it refuses to recognize the modem and therefore can't be used to log onto the 'net. Currently I'm waiting for J. to send me a Mac OS 9 CD so that I can install Eudora 5 on the juiced-up Powermac, which won't be a moment too soon because checking my email via the web interface is seriously getting annoying.
And then this weekend I was at the cottage with my mom and grandma and some other old folks. It wasn't a lot of fun. Grandma's Alzheimer-related dementia is pretty far advanced and it's depressing and frustrating to deal with her, whereas the other old folks who visited do a lot of complaining and a lot of asking you the same question over and over. Sigh.
At least I got some nice sun, though, some nice color to my skin without actually burning.
I feel like I have a lot to rant about, too, but I just don't have the energy or the giving-a-crap-ness. So, you're spared. Lucky you.
Last night I dreamt that we were going to the Red Sox game. In RL, mom and I are indeed going on Saturday, courtesy of my employers, although really courtesy of our company's corporate lawyers. Apparently the lawyers have a luxury box at Fenway and offer it to their various clients at various points during the season. So mom and I are *WAY* psyched, never having been in a luxury box before. The directions from management basically said, "go in the special entrance, identify yourself to the concierge, go up the escalator, and go in the door with the law firm's name on it." This becomes relevant in the dream. The other RL things that become relevant are that a) grandma has developed a new habit of wandering off and getting lost, and b) mom is taking grandma to the airport to return home, the same day as the baseball game we're going to.
So in the dream, mom and I and my brother were heading there, and somehow we ended up in the lawyer guy's house, which was a very fancy rich-person house, and we were basically hanging around waiting for the lawyer guy to be ready. He was nattering on about how cool it was going to be because he thought Pedro Martinez was pitching, and we were explaining that no, actually Derek Lowe was pitching, but we were just as happy about that because we love Lowe, and the lawyer guy was all, "yeah, I guess, Lowe's okay."
And then he was ready, so we left, and since it was a dream it took no time to get there. :) We got to the special entrance, but then the lawyer guy was gone. My brother tried to just walk in, but the concierge guy -- who was blond and more bodyguard-like than doorman-like -- grabbed him, and I grabbed him too, and I was all, "chill out dude" to my brother, and to the concierge I was explaining who we were, and I said we had three people, but then suddenly I realized, shit, we have four people, grandma was with us and now she's gone! we lost grandma! But then I remembered that we had taken her to the airport already. Whew.
And then I woke up before we actually saw any of the game. Wah!
I have another dream or three to relate, but they require a friends-only post. Coming up in a little bit. Now I really gotta get some work done.
