memories and rants. wheee
Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyYo, idiot in the mirror with the odd color eyes. Stop reading about the hurricane fallout. It's making you cranky. And mean towards groups of individuals and Holly knows you do not need the karmic retribution that would fall on your pretty little head. No. Go do something else.
Anything else. Clip coupons. Read Necklace of Kisses. Listen to odd music, loudly. Make a CD for Cassaliscious to force her to get some decent taste in music again. [note, this is not saying my taste is better than hers, but there's only so much country music you can listen to before you start speaking in twang and your family and friends are forced to disown you. If you balance the country with something else, then the disowning can be put off for another couple of years] Continue with your list of CDs you own. Stalk various forums. Watch Freaky Phoebe. Bet yourself money to decide whether your stuff appears Saturday, Tuesday, or 9-12.
Memory time brought on by mumsy wearing her Hugo shirt, I think. When I was eight and we had no power for weeks, my brother and I would take to sitting in my room at my desk and staring at the power lines. The totally useless power lines. I'm not sure what we expected to see, but one day, towards the end of our time in power outtage, ohmygod I can't take another game of monopoly, sweet baby jesus I would kill for a slice of normality, my father saw an opportunity to taunt us and did so. He stared out the window and said, "Look! Right now! There!" and pointed to the powerlines, acting as if he could see the electricity being switched back on, racing from the lines to our house. So my brother and I spent ten minutes looking and waiting.
Memory number two. The evening the storm closed in on us, I was in my brother's room, which until a year before, had also been my room. He had no blinds because he and I tended to shred them to pieces, and so the view was impressive. And scary as hell, if you're eight and everyone else seems to have left for higher ground.
Anyway, I don't think my brother was in the room, and I know my parents were downstairs watching TV [the weather updates, naturally] so I was alone in the room, staring in fascination as the oak trees would sort of sway in the wind. There was one right outside the boy's room, and I was sure it was going to fall. I stared at it for half an hour, transfixed by the knowledge that this tree was going to fall and how amazing the sky looked, and wondering the odds of the tree crashing into our house. I then wondered, finally, where we were going to stay during the storm. I went to ask my parents and tell them about the tree. My father tried to talk some sense into me, saying that it was the trees who didn't bend who would break. I tried to get him to come look at the tree, to see how anyone could see it was going down. My parents gave each other the look and asked me kindly not to scare my brother.
We all sat down to dinner and watched as the idiots on Channel 5 hung out at the beach and the Battery, cheating death. When the TV and power went out and stayed out, we closed all the doors to the various rooms and sat in the downstairs hall where we stayed until the rain began flooding under the front door. No one was sure if it was just the rain or if it was actually flooding that bad. If it was flooding, we were super screwed since to get to the front door you had to walk up steps. Annnnyway. Throughout the night you could hear and feel as various trees fell. And one of the first trees to fall came from the left side of the house.
Sure enough, when it was safe to go exploring, we found that the first tree to fall in that area was the tree I'd spent ages agonizing over.
Need. Pepsi.
Also, I think sometime in the coming days, there will be an icon revolution. Possibly.
Anything else. Clip coupons. Read Necklace of Kisses. Listen to odd music, loudly. Make a CD for Cassaliscious to force her to get some decent taste in music again. [note, this is not saying my taste is better than hers, but there's only so much country music you can listen to before you start speaking in twang and your family and friends are forced to disown you. If you balance the country with something else, then the disowning can be put off for another couple of years] Continue with your list of CDs you own. Stalk various forums. Watch Freaky Phoebe. Bet yourself money to decide whether your stuff appears Saturday, Tuesday, or 9-12.
Memory time brought on by mumsy wearing her Hugo shirt, I think. When I was eight and we had no power for weeks, my brother and I would take to sitting in my room at my desk and staring at the power lines. The totally useless power lines. I'm not sure what we expected to see, but one day, towards the end of our time in power outtage, ohmygod I can't take another game of monopoly, sweet baby jesus I would kill for a slice of normality, my father saw an opportunity to taunt us and did so. He stared out the window and said, "Look! Right now! There!" and pointed to the powerlines, acting as if he could see the electricity being switched back on, racing from the lines to our house. So my brother and I spent ten minutes looking and waiting.
Memory number two. The evening the storm closed in on us, I was in my brother's room, which until a year before, had also been my room. He had no blinds because he and I tended to shred them to pieces, and so the view was impressive. And scary as hell, if you're eight and everyone else seems to have left for higher ground.
Anyway, I don't think my brother was in the room, and I know my parents were downstairs watching TV [the weather updates, naturally] so I was alone in the room, staring in fascination as the oak trees would sort of sway in the wind. There was one right outside the boy's room, and I was sure it was going to fall. I stared at it for half an hour, transfixed by the knowledge that this tree was going to fall and how amazing the sky looked, and wondering the odds of the tree crashing into our house. I then wondered, finally, where we were going to stay during the storm. I went to ask my parents and tell them about the tree. My father tried to talk some sense into me, saying that it was the trees who didn't bend who would break. I tried to get him to come look at the tree, to see how anyone could see it was going down. My parents gave each other the look and asked me kindly not to scare my brother.
We all sat down to dinner and watched as the idiots on Channel 5 hung out at the beach and the Battery, cheating death. When the TV and power went out and stayed out, we closed all the doors to the various rooms and sat in the downstairs hall where we stayed until the rain began flooding under the front door. No one was sure if it was just the rain or if it was actually flooding that bad. If it was flooding, we were super screwed since to get to the front door you had to walk up steps. Annnnyway. Throughout the night you could hear and feel as various trees fell. And one of the first trees to fall came from the left side of the house.
Sure enough, when it was safe to go exploring, we found that the first tree to fall in that area was the tree I'd spent ages agonizing over.
Need. Pepsi.
Also, I think sometime in the coming days, there will be an icon revolution. Possibly.
