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cornerofmadnessToday I went into Athens to the Steampunk planning party. Let me say as much as I love going home to Pittsburgh, I DO miss my local friends. They’re the only thing that make being here bearable. My steampunk group aren’t what I’d call close friends, but they do make me feel welcome there. I’m older than half of them (that said there a half dozen of us 50 plus punks there) but I’m included now more than ever.
We’ll be having a tea duel at the library next month. I said no to dueling because originally, we were going to be eating a half dozen cookies. Now it’ll be just one so if I have to step in I can. That said, I’ll be a tiffin master, sort of the judge. That’ll b e fun. From there we’re going on a steam train and we’re setting up to go to Cincinnati in the spring. Also, we’ll be having monthly makers nights at the library which also made me happy. Honestly, it’s doubtful I’ll be able to go to many because I’m 50-60 miles away but what makes me happy is that in the last three years it was looking more and more like we’d disband as the main core of youngers were in grad school. But they’re all done now so that’s good.
I also picked up a skeletonwitch pizza at Avalanche and taunted Mom with it (she had some the last time she visited me, and she thinks it’s the best pizza she’s ever had). They have a new one, Death Pickles for Cutie, Mozzarella, asiago, French fries and pickles. Yeah, I know some of you are going gross. I’m thinking get in my belly. I’m so glad Avalanche is an hour away or I’d weight 500 pounds.
Not Meta nor a review (both WILL be coming I think but this ain't that, not really ready to share yet). I read the first Angel reboot (well episodes 0 and 1) and it’s already better than the Buffy one (sorry, but I’m just not thrilled). It’s funny I said something about I wish Buffy would have more of a social commentary. Yes, it’s more diverse but honestly not that fond of de-aged Robin nor bi-erased Willow but it doesn’t really in the first four books at least really tackle any of the issues of today, so it seems the updating was pointless. Angel, on the other hand, had some very insightful, very on-nose look at social media and the darkness that lurks there. It also made me laugh about the crack about the California housing market with Angel in the ‘house at the end of the lane’ which I guess is dilapidated but doesn’t look it because he says something about it was this or a trailer. It’s obviously a dig at the Hyperion. As much as I love the Hyperion, it makes no sense cost wise or size wise (which is why in some of my future fic it ends up the new Watcher complex because that would at least make sense).
I dreamed I was moving into a new apartment. It was a rather swanky one, quite modern in an apartment complex, high-rise style which I swore I’d never live in again. It was room 392. My roommate was already waiting for me (something I was hoping to avoid, roommates that is), a tall, pretty transwoman.
We were still talking when there’s a knock at a door and a book club is there. They sweep in and usher me out like I’m Stephen King and they can’t wait to meet me. But we get separated in the complex. At first there’s this long hall, sort of like a hotel, hospital, school, you know the boring kind I mean but as I walk along there are outdoor areas with pools and people working, moving rocks, waiting on pool bars and night club like bars inside the place. Some areas have green shag rug everywhere, including up the walls (hello 1970s), these were the posh areas.
That’s when I realize there are different alphanumeric codes for places. I over hear someone them talking about ‘welfare occupants’ and this is when I realize that the wealthiest occupants of the apartment (Which baffling I’m one of them) are using the poorer residents as labor. You work to live there.
As I try to find my way back to my place or at least find my fan club, I’m nearly taking out by a wheelbarrow full of big boulders being pushed by a duo who looked like Laurel and Hardy and they even mentioned yes we know who we look like.
I woke up before I got back to the apartment.
We’ll be having a tea duel at the library next month. I said no to dueling because originally, we were going to be eating a half dozen cookies. Now it’ll be just one so if I have to step in I can. That said, I’ll be a tiffin master, sort of the judge. That’ll b e fun. From there we’re going on a steam train and we’re setting up to go to Cincinnati in the spring. Also, we’ll be having monthly makers nights at the library which also made me happy. Honestly, it’s doubtful I’ll be able to go to many because I’m 50-60 miles away but what makes me happy is that in the last three years it was looking more and more like we’d disband as the main core of youngers were in grad school. But they’re all done now so that’s good.
I also picked up a skeletonwitch pizza at Avalanche and taunted Mom with it (she had some the last time she visited me, and she thinks it’s the best pizza she’s ever had). They have a new one, Death Pickles for Cutie, Mozzarella, asiago, French fries and pickles. Yeah, I know some of you are going gross. I’m thinking get in my belly. I’m so glad Avalanche is an hour away or I’d weight 500 pounds.
Not Meta nor a review (both WILL be coming I think but this ain't that, not really ready to share yet). I read the first Angel reboot (well episodes 0 and 1) and it’s already better than the Buffy one (sorry, but I’m just not thrilled). It’s funny I said something about I wish Buffy would have more of a social commentary. Yes, it’s more diverse but honestly not that fond of de-aged Robin nor bi-erased Willow but it doesn’t really in the first four books at least really tackle any of the issues of today, so it seems the updating was pointless. Angel, on the other hand, had some very insightful, very on-nose look at social media and the darkness that lurks there. It also made me laugh about the crack about the California housing market with Angel in the ‘house at the end of the lane’ which I guess is dilapidated but doesn’t look it because he says something about it was this or a trailer. It’s obviously a dig at the Hyperion. As much as I love the Hyperion, it makes no sense cost wise or size wise (which is why in some of my future fic it ends up the new Watcher complex because that would at least make sense).
I dreamed I was moving into a new apartment. It was a rather swanky one, quite modern in an apartment complex, high-rise style which I swore I’d never live in again. It was room 392. My roommate was already waiting for me (something I was hoping to avoid, roommates that is), a tall, pretty transwoman.
We were still talking when there’s a knock at a door and a book club is there. They sweep in and usher me out like I’m Stephen King and they can’t wait to meet me. But we get separated in the complex. At first there’s this long hall, sort of like a hotel, hospital, school, you know the boring kind I mean but as I walk along there are outdoor areas with pools and people working, moving rocks, waiting on pool bars and night club like bars inside the place. Some areas have green shag rug everywhere, including up the walls (hello 1970s), these were the posh areas.
That’s when I realize there are different alphanumeric codes for places. I over hear someone them talking about ‘welfare occupants’ and this is when I realize that the wealthiest occupants of the apartment (Which baffling I’m one of them) are using the poorer residents as labor. You work to live there.
As I try to find my way back to my place or at least find my fan club, I’m nearly taking out by a wheelbarrow full of big boulders being pushed by a duo who looked like Laurel and Hardy and they even mentioned yes we know who we look like.
I woke up before I got back to the apartment.
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