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This visit is very different than the last one, a lot more mellow, with lots of game-playing and TV watching and just hanging around and talking (both with and without food). 48 hours is probably exactly the correct length of time for this sort of thing. (Though I suspect that the fact that everyone has their own laptops, and the house has wireless Internet, helps stave off any uncomfortable-silence moments; with the right crowd (i.e. any crowd I feel comfortable in) it's perfectly fine for hosts and guests alike to individually noodle around on the Net and catch up on things for half an hour before Doing The Next Thing.)

Last visit, which was a day or two longer, had us (for an extended definition of "us") driving all over the place, visiting several people's homes, and a ren faire, and going bowling, and other stuff. I remember the bowling crystal-clear, and completely forgot some of the other events. So questions posed to me this weekend such as Don't you remember Steve? From Crispy's mom's party? When you had that really bad headache? get naught but a big Buuuuh? out of me.

It's more amusing than anything, really.

I have been yapping at S&L's heels to come visit me in Boston sometime. This reminds me that I haven't written anything about my new place yet, since I've really started to settle in, and break it in with its first spate of guests, and me cooking things (!!). Maybe I don't want to jinx it, ho ho. The short story is: yay. More on that later.

This house I'm currently visiting is in a really real suburbia, the sort I forget about when I visit, say, Arlington and think "Ah, the suburbs." No, I'm talking about roads that unravel in a very carefully planned, somewhat organic manner across vast, flat plains, sprouting rows upon rows of seed-pod townhouses on its folded branches. The nearest place to buy anything is a 20 minute walk away. (Fortunately for me there is a Dunkin's there, hurray.) However, it's a short and easy drive down wide, clean roads to various interesting things (including metro Baltimore). It's certainly very different than any place in New England I've lived!

Games report: Introduced Fluxx 3 and Guillotine to the locals, and both were very well received. (They were already fans of Fluxx 2, a result of my previous visit.) Going to teach them Zendo tomorrow, and Settlers of Catan if there's time (which I doubt). Meanwhile, I became so enamored with S's copy of "Wario Ware" that I bought a new Game Boy. Geeeeeeez. Oh well.

Hypermediocrity

Forgot to mention that I was introduced to Fischerspooner over the weekend, when someone put a DVD of their videos on as BGM for our Fluxx games. Downloading their album from the iTunes store now. (I looked for the CD with the packaged-in DVD in the store yesterday, but they did not have it, and I am lazy, rar rar.) It's mostly monotonous beepy-humhum music, but it's the right kind of monotonous, when one is in the mood for that sort of thing, and I often am.

Also one of their songs is all about poop, and it was the one song Apple won't let you download separately. Curious. Well, no matter. I own the poop song now.