Entry tags:
(no subject)
Whee, I feel a big plate of sick coming on, of the run-down-blah variety. Been feeling it down deep since early evening. I hope that I can still make the final Chicken Heart recording session. I don't think I'll be that sick. We'll see. The thing is that I haven't really been ill since we set up in December, and I fear that my luck'll run out before winter does.
Propped on my elbow in bed, I mistyped Chicken Heart as Chick3en Heart, and I think of some sort of post-cyberpunk reimagining of it. Please don't.
Went to a perfectly fine housewarming party tonite. I had picked up on some worries about possible social tensions, but to my eye these were absent or at least quietly averted. It's true that I'm often not very good at spotting these things, but I do believe that my friends do OK by each other. So says jmac.
As with the famous housewarming at Highland Avenue I helped host 3.75 years ago, there was relatively little mixing of tribes. My glob kept largely to the living room, and we were many, so it was OK. Sometimes someone would go into the kitchen to hear the theater geeking a little better (or to get at the fruit plate or the booze), and sometimes a theater geek or bookstore employee would wander into our section if they had something to add about Abba or Nerf or whatever we were going on about. Or to get to the cookies. We should have established trade routes.
Propped on my elbow in bed, I mistyped Chicken Heart as Chick3en Heart, and I think of some sort of post-cyberpunk reimagining of it. Please don't.
Went to a perfectly fine housewarming party tonite. I had picked up on some worries about possible social tensions, but to my eye these were absent or at least quietly averted. It's true that I'm often not very good at spotting these things, but I do believe that my friends do OK by each other. So says jmac.
As with the famous housewarming at Highland Avenue I helped host 3.75 years ago, there was relatively little mixing of tribes. My glob kept largely to the living room, and we were many, so it was OK. Sometimes someone would go into the kitchen to hear the theater geeking a little better (or to get at the fruit plate or the booze), and sometimes a theater geek or bookstore employee would wander into our section if they had something to add about Abba or Nerf or whatever we were going on about. Or to get to the cookies. We should have established trade routes.
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}