I was thinking awhile ago about what I want out of life and relationships (romantic and otherwise) and recent events has reinforced some of those concepts.

So, I have recognized a pattern in the men I currently find strangely attractive, namely House, Grissom, and Snape:

1) Go by a single name
2) Quite Odd
3) Highly Intelligent



... and Fictional. :P




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EDIT: OK, so odd, bordering on defective, may be a better characterization of some of these. :P

Last weekend was wonderful. Saturday morning I spent sewing and chatting with gwyneth1362, I spent the afternoon enjoying plants and gelato with damej and spent the evening wallowing in my wooshy tub with a cider and arebekah's Pama trufles. Sunday, I spent hanging around the house, reading and cleaning and otherwise relaxing. The closest I got to leaving the house was when I opened the door to get my dinner from the pizza boy. Heavenly.

The beginning of this week, however, has been something of a failure. The weather has been cold, work has been alternating between stoopid and boring, and I have been tired and uninspired in my projects. Blah.

Random blather ensues:

I am happy that so many of my friends are politically aware and vote. Yay! I'm not the only one who cares! I also find it somewhat encouraging that, despite very similar populations at both locations it took me less than 1/3 of the time to vote as it took to post a letter.

The "letter" in question was a sort of fun project in of itself and put my OCD to good use. I have been trying to assemble a more full set of Tournaments Illuminated and Creative Anachronists and to that end posted a message to the Northshield Hall awhile ago. Yesterday, I got an email from a lady who is helping to get all the tables of contents of past TIs online and, for one reason or another, did not have access to about twenty issues. She googled TIs and found my message to the Hall. Happily, I had all the missing issues and so was able to photocopy the tables of contents and other pertinent information for her. See? I'm not a pack rat! These things are useful! Like bits of twine... ;)

Today I got my birthday present from jtdiii. He bought be a lovely set of spintriae from Antiquanova. Now I am just pondering where and how best to display them. *evil grin* Mmmm... Roman porn!

So, aaron_pike and damej, now that I have the tools in hand, we need to form a Laurel plot to break Kaydian... (Don't worry, cass_lee, we won't break him beyond repair... probably.)

I have decided that I need an all-weather cabana boy. One of the few things that would have made Saturday night more delightful would have been a cabana boy to bring me cold fruity drinks on command. But that got me thinking about the other uses one could have for a cabana boy, and I decided that one of the sexiest things a young, nubile, tanned youth could do would be to scrape the ice off my car. :P At the very least I should look into an electronic substitute... a remote starter would have been just the thing this winter.

I am looking forward to Thursday - I will have two opportunities to torture little people. The first one I will post about afterwards, provided they don't eat me. But in the evening, my little... er, younger cousin will be in town. He made State for wrestling! He's always been super excited to talk to me about wrestling because I lettered in high school and am one of the few relatives who really understands what he is talking about. So, I am planning on going and hanging out with my aunt, watching the tourney, and cheering him on. I have not seen a State tourney in better than a decade, so I am excited. :)

I am hating LJ tonight, because it ate this post halfway through the first time. Boo! Bad Frank! Don't eat my posts!


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Edit: a quote from CSI:

(Girl has just been blown off by stoopid Boy because she smells bad after doing an autopsy)
(Boy2 walks past)

Boy2: You smell like death
Girl: (scowls) So I've heard.
Boy2: You know... A real man wouldn't mind...

*snerk*

Oh dear.

I have such a crush on House. (I can save him with my love!) 

I'm exhausted and bored and so now I'm going to console myself with the Shat (Boston Legal) and WPT Auction....

So, I'm not so good with making my computer behave. Those of you who went looking for photos of the failed inaugural ball attempt and couldn't find them, I have now fixed the link so you can actually see them. They were there, just not linked right... or something. *sigh*

I have been trying to be a nice, rational person and go out on fun, friendly dates with fellows I've met in Madison, either casually around town or online. (Work, while generally a bad idea anyway, is a non-starter, with 90% women, 3% married men and 5% gay men, give or take a few points of error.) Theoretically, this was supposed to reduce the stupidity in my life.

About a month ago, there was an ad on Craig's List Madison for someone looking for a date for the Governor's Inaugural Ball. I thought it might be fun (oooh! a chance to wear a different sort of pretty-shiny dress!) and it looked like the night could be a lot of fun, with dinner, drinks, and dancing. So I emailed the guy and we chatted via email for a few weeks. He seemed nice, friendly and bookish - Yeah! Something different from the disasters I had been going out with, none of which lasted past coffee and/or dinner.



So I bought a new black velvet ball gown and new shoes and new jewelry...

I got all dressed up, including hair and makeup (see evidence in photos)...

I got to the restaurant a little bit early and sat down to wait...

and waited...

and waited...

One hour past our reservation I waited, and he didn't show.

No call to me, no call to the steakhouse, no email. Nada.



So I went to fighters' practice, thinking I would stab some boys and make myself feel better... until I found that my boots were not in the car and all I had were my new, foolish pointy heels. Ugh.

So I went to social to get dinner and some girly drinks, which was nice, and some folks had said they were coming over to my place afterward, which I was looking forward to - Scotch and laughs being just what I needed. However, that turned out to be a fruitless waiting game as well.



Stood up twice in one night. Fan-fucking-tastic.