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Dragonfly and I have developed a tradition over the years. The morning after a storm she'll say some variation on 'Some storm, huh? Wake you up?' and I'll reply with 'There was a storm and I missed it? Damn!'*

It all broke down though this time, when I was able to say 'Oh My God, I woke up and rolled over to look out the window and the dog jumped into bed with me** and it was insane and then I turned off the computer*** and unplugged it from the power point and then didn't get back to sleep for half an hour watching the storm and I've woken up freakin' tired and maybe if I'd stayed up to some stupid hour reading fic instead of trying to get a good night's sleep for once I would have been tired enough to sleep through it, dammit and then would have been still tired in a good cause.

But, omg, tornadoes? Since when do we have tornadoes. We had like, a cyclone. 30 years ago.****

*I once slept through a bobcat razing our backyard.

**He's a wuss and terrified of mild rain showers.

***Which I'd left on with a long post about my trip down south that turned into a long explanation about why I refer to Dragonfly's folks as my inlaws, ready to update except I wanted Dragonfly to read it first to make sure that there was nothing in there she didn't want me to make public, so to speak.

****One of my few really clear early childhood memories. All of us huddled in the front room of the house by candlelight, just in case the bigass tree in the corner of the backyard came down on top of the bedrooms.

Me - Come look at this. This online merchandise store put this up on April Fool's Day, and actually had a customer email them asking if it was for real. I saw it on customers_suck

*shows Dragonfly this*

Me - Comes with Stormtroopers. But they say "Your Death Star is in orbit above Palm Springs; how you get to it is your problem".

Dragonfly *still reading screen* So you can get this?

Me *mocks*

Dragonfly - Well, you know, Americans, they're mad.'

Me You do know that a Death Star's like, the size of our planet, right?

Dragonfly (attempting clever comeback) You know it's actually only a model, right?

Me *still with mocking face*

Dragonfly *flees*

Me (loudly) Yes, you can get it. Do you want to make a payment now?

Now that Dragonfly has started her university course** she's needing the internet. A lot.

So what are my options here? Hooking Bunny's comp up too? I'd either need a second phone line or a hub thingy, is that right?

Or what about if I get a laptop and go wireless internet? Is that something seperate? And no, I'm not thinking I'm making excuses to get me a laptop, why do you ask?



**Not even news like this inspired Dragonfly to post to her livejournal. I give up.

After the crushing disappointment of our own election all my/our hopes were pinned on that other one. Obsessively monitoring it via the trusty internet....right up until 1am Sunday morning when I broke my phone cord. And then I had NO INTERNET ACCESS FOR 3 DAYS. Cos Sunday was spent in the bush pushing down trees and then stupid Work for the next two days. So late Tuesday afternoon I finally get around to ringing a friend

Me. OMG I broke my phone cord!! Do I have to drive all the way to a Mac shop or will any computer shop do.
silver_b_a *slowly and disbelievingly* The cord that runs from your computer to the phone?
Me Yes, yes.
silver_b_a *much laughter*
silver_b_a It's a basic phone cord you moron. Go to Kmart right now.
Me La la... I'm not embarassed at all.
silver_b_a Wait til I remind you about the time you couldn't get your new printer cartridge to work so I had to come along and take off the plastic tag.
Me I'm hanging up on you now.

( Have cut my vague rambling about election stuff for those who have violent urges towards people *still* going on about it. )


( And talking about filthy perverts.... )

But then Sunday was spent engaged in surprisingly satisfying physical labour which zebra363 's already described . But my personal quote of the day came after watching Dragonfly disappear into the long grass after a madly fleeing Bunny. Just hearing an enraged scream "YOU MADE ME RUN INTO A SPIDER'S WEB!!!.....ALSO. RUNNING AWAY IS BAD."

Snuggling with special_trille over at jamaicablue. Not as cozy as Dome, and also no magazines with quizzes for Trille to do, but the coffee is better.

Me - Grr. I asked for my latte without froth! Twice!
Waiter - Would you like me to take it back and bring you a new one?
Me (more friendly, mollified by professionalism) No, I'll just pout for a long time.
Admiring random strangers at next table - Good answer!
Me - Ack! Get away from me, freaks.

Short time later

Me - Must start saving now in order to go to America in two years.
Trille - I didn't know you wanted to go to America. You want to go to Canada.
Me - I don't want to go to America. I'm afraid of America. It's just I really should visit my sister.
Trille - Are you afraid of the American authorities, or terrorists?
Me - Er..the people.

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Trille - Because of the drive-by shootings and stuff?
Me - It's all 'Deliverance' rednecks and Jerry Springer and reality TV and serial killers and people who can't find America on a map and who think there've been three world wars.
Trille - Well so is Adelaide, particularly the serial killers.
Me - Ooh, we have serial killers here too. Plus we had our first shoot out between armed robbers and security guards the other day. I'm so proud.

pause

Me - Also, I don't want to go to Canada. It's cold in Canada.
Trille - Oh, wait, it's me that wants to go to Canada.


Later, we decide to 'window shop'. Within seconds have both chosen jackets to buy. Trille's looks and feels like a snuggly soft toy. I forsee much petting of the Trille. Meanwhile, I admire myself in the mirror.

Trille - Are you Starsky, or Hutch?

(She's learning, mostly by being talked at a lot, and being shown selected bits, as she cries pitifully if I suggest watching an entire episode).

I get home, share Trille's witticism with dragonfly8.

Dragonfly - Is it brown, with fur on the collar?
Me - Yes, yes it is.
Dragonfly - You're so butch, Starsky.


Trille also helped me impulse buy really tight black jeans as my current pair only stay up if I remember to wear a belt. Bloody stretch jeans, damn them for being so comfy. I promised to give them to cricketk after she stood up at our last party and demonstrated how she could take off her own stretch jeans without undoing the button. I mentioned that I could also do this new party trick and was challenged to prove it. Luckily for me I couldn't find them right then as I had completely forgotton that in addition to the usual slash gang, there was also cricketk's boyfriend present. Major embarrassment averted through pure luck rather than any kind of forethought on my part. Par for the course, really, except that sometimes the pure luck part doesn't happen.