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But I didn't.

Tell me the strangest thing you've ever liked about me.

Unlike the original meme, though, I'm totally not screening comments. I want you guys to share the weird. I'm willing to let you embarrass me, and I hope you won't be afraid to embarrass yourself if necessary. I can get email in the obvious places if you really want to remind me of something private.

...are my neighbors setting off fireworks tonight? They've been doing it for over an hour, and I'm really amazed that my son is managing to sleep through it. Is it just 4th of July overstock? Is it the tail end of the kid's birthday party they've been having all day? Did someone, gods forbid, give the kid fireworks as a birthday present?

I don't really feel like going out there to look, since if I do I'm sure that's the moment projectmothra will wake up freaking out about it, and we're just the two of us home tonight.

Grr.

lediva and I went back out to Hershey this weekend, to make up for the visit that was cut short due to Omaha's passing.

Overall, it was a really excellent trip. We got some desperately needed connection time, and lots of time to talk, between the 3-4 hour drive each way, and the hours and hours standing on lines to get on to rides that took at most 2 minutes. It was okay, though -- waiting on a line with a grownup whose company you truly enjoy isn't really a big deal at all. And for any of you who aren't aware of this, due to perhaps not actually having had a chance to hang out with my girlfriend, she's very, very funny, even if I made her pout by not laughing at every single joke. I got to hear more about some of her projects, especially Second Shift, than I had gotten to in a while. I probably said some stuff, too, that I hope was interesting. We said "I love you" a lot.

We took a pretty relaxed pace, and still managed to go on all of the coasters we wanted, except for the Great Bear which had a mechanical issue before we got to the front, which may or may not have been related to the ping of something metal we'd heard falling out of/off of the track while we were waiting. We got very wet on some of the rides that get you very wet.

We also did a little pilgrimage to Nail Polish Etc., a shop run by a very active member of the BPAL fandom (Shelldoo) who is now doing monthly East Coast Will Call nights, and is also as far as I know the only place in the country currently where you can just walk in pretty much any day and buy yourself some BPAL. She's got the whole General Catalog on display/available for testing, and she also pulled out a box of prototypes for sniffing, including some of the not yet released Gaiman stuff and the infamous Ded Moroz and Gráinne Ni Mháille. lediva indulged me in this for probably more than an hour, mostly amusing herself with the three very cute cats wandering around the shop.

This was kind of an anniversary trip for me and lediva, six years of being in each other's lives. It was a good, solid, enjoyable sort of a thing, and I think it marks a good place in what's been a pretty complicated relationship, especially over the last year or so.

My most talented husband's novel, A Marriage of Insects, has finally been published by Padwolf Press. I've got boxes of them in my basement. Make me ship one out to you, with or without a copy of the original World Tree game to keep it company, by clicking here.

p.s. We also like trades. If you have written/published something interesting and want to swap copies, let us know.

Exhausted, but everything went well. My little world traveler was really a pleasure to be with for most of the trip, exicted and interested and willingto walk enough that I think he may have worn out the little lights in his sneakers.

Much more later, after sleep and catching up with things left undone here. If you've had anything important or time-sensitive happen that you think I ought to know about, drop me a line and let me know.

Fine. Great. All my friends in NYC and Boston get to spend the day fighting off zombies, and here I am living my usual tedious bullshit. I live less than 20 miles from both a town that's pretty much a big giant cemetery, and a big ill-designed nuclear reactor, and what do we get? Nothing. Either that, or undead that stay in their SUVs and Hummers. Not sure how I'd tell that.

I hate the fucking suburbs.

does somebody want to take me dancing?

About 2 years ago, I got a screenprinting set from someone on freecycle, because I'd wanted to try screen printing for a while now. I'd put it up on a shelf, then forgot about it, then I moved it to a closet and mostly-forgot about it, and recently it's ended up out of that closet and on my floor, where after tripping on it a few times, I've gotten some ideas of things I wanted to try printing. Also, now Rhys has seen it, and he has been bugging me to do it for a bit.

So this morning, I opened the box, which I was sure I'd done before, but I guess not. And it's got instructions, and inks, and all that, in good condition, but it's got no screens.

No. Screens.

And I've been holding on to this for two years now, kind of assuming in the back of my mind that if I ever got the hankering to do screenprinting that I could. But I can't. I've been holding on to something, counting on it, when actually when I bother to take 20 seconds to look, it's missing one of the core components I'd need for it to be any use at all.

I wonder how many other things in my life are like that.

Robin's Nest 5-31-07 Nope, not abandoned!