My house is a strange place. Helios has nommed my hands and marked them up with scrapes, and Stormlight was asleep in the laundry. It’s quarter past four and I’m just now getting dressed.
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It was bad enough at Outsidecon that Michael almost hit someone, and he’s far better at restraining his temper than I am. I don’t even get it. It’s like, at my age, you should know to take no for an answer without me having to be a bitch about it.Oh, jeez… Yeah, there’s no reason to get pushy about it, especially as an adult. I don’t get why people act that way about alcohol. They say, “Oh, it’s not as big a deal as people say it is,” and then try to push it on you. They wouldn’t act like that if you turned down a soda, so why do it with alcohol?
Actually, I take it back. I do kind of get it. It’s about … the people who do it the most often, to me, are the people it has the most effect on, personality-wise. The people for whom being drunk truly does mean a change. And for them, they are certain, especially /when/ drunk, that this is a thing that’s true for everyone, and that everyone needs it.
It’s … well, it’s exactly like any other thing people do that they think is fun. Going on a roller-coaster, f’r’ex. “I love it, of course you will love it.” They find drinking fun, they find the changes that are wrought in them fun or at least relaxing, and they can’t imagine it would be different for anyone else.
Most of the time, I find that people will take me at my word when I say, “I can have just as much fun sober as you do drunk. There was this one time in college I let a lot of drunken frat boys dangle me off a balcony while I was sober.” But it’s the story that does it, not the first sentence — the story provides the proof.
The ones who won’t take me at my word get to experience what it’s like when I do an abrupt attitude change, and I’ve been told it’s scarey when I do it. When little cute Panya goes from laughing and smiling and raping herself on everyone to a voice an octave lower with almost no emotion and a killing glare …
Right.
It is two in the morning, I am really fucking high on people, and I’m wide awake. Who wants me?
-crickets-
Anybody?
Should I watch
Merlin
or
Mythbusters?
Cleaning all day is very tiring. And we have to do it again tomorrow to do the other half of the house. Fluffy kitty, you better appreciate this.
Anybody want to give me replies? I don’t even think I owe anyone.
Dead.
I listen to this, and I say to my husband, “Halp!” with my shirt completely over my head.
He doesn’t even turn around, and goes, “Nope~!”
“You’re my husband, you’re supposed to help me with these things!”
“Nope, you’re doomed.”
Me: Look, there’s a scratch on my laptop. I think one of the cats used it as a launching pad. *shows dad the back of the monitor, i.e. the top when it’s closed*
Dad: *scrapes at it, pokes at it*
Me: *watches him poke it, watches the metal of the case give a little under his finger* Don’t do that.
Dad: *pokes it again, checking to see if I’m watching*
Me: You are /so/ too old to give me that look! *giggling helplessly*
Dad: What look?
Me: *laughing harder* The one where I go ‘don’t do the thing!’ and you do the thing, and then look at me like ‘did you see me do the thing?’!
me, at dad’s house just like every wednesday, getting ice cream: This is not how I left this. *store ice cream carton is almost full*
him: no it’s not. it was a lot emptier
me: wha – uh – huh – how? *starts giggling*
him: well
me: you have a magical ice cream producing fridge? *laughs helplessly for like two minutes*
I found Starki last night! She’s so cute. Pictures when I get home.
Going down to Dragoncon in the morning. I’ll have my laptop, and there will be wifi, but my presence is going to be wickedly intermittent. I’m taking Black Widow and Summer Rainault costumes with me, so I hope to have pictures of those. (I know nobody is going to know who Summer is, but when you see the pictures you will understand why people will want to take snaps of me anyway.)
So, see you guys again properly Tuesday evening!