And, hi, did i mention that JillMatrix is not only a total babe, but she even makes me look good!
by krisis
Personal
Airports and planes are abuzz with holiday spirit of rushing and nastiness and “the air is safe now; i’m staying away from buses.” At Ft. Lauderdale’s Terminal 4 there was a two-hour-long line to the Air-Tran ticket counter that almost nearly turned into a riot thanks to yours truly, a young married couple from Delaware, a model toting a small terrier in a carry-on, and my 80-year-old grandmother. I still have yet to figure out which of the five of us managed to convince the other four not to pummel the people cutting in line to death with our luggage. Furthermore, i had a gun slightly inclined at me during the whole metal-detector ordeal, and i think one of the kids sitting behind me on the plane was trying to peel the other one’s face off while being beaten back by a bag of complimentary pretzels.
Yes, Christmas. Can you feel it? I have exactly 20% of my Christmas shopping done and our DSL hardware is in UPS limbo and my brain would have exploded in Florida if it wasn’t for Jill with her sensible car and our Mexican Cuban restaurant — you have to love a fine dining establishment that features entrees like “Chicken Chunks” and “Fried Beef” without qualifying them with any sort of description. None. Whatsoever. But, they had bitchin’ sombreros…
So, i’m in Florida. Hi.
Florida is entirely queer is basically what i’ve decided. I feel like an endless cliche saying things like “well, in Philly…” every other sentence, but it’s honestly a entirely different culture than what i’m used to. Case and point: cars. Most of the peope i know at Drexel have their licenses, because where they live they basically need a car to get from anywear to anywhere. However, these people mostly don’t bring their cars to Philly … there’s just no point in it.
Here if you don’t have a car you’re stranded. Going to the movies last night was utterly unaccomplishable via bus. Getting to the airport would involve a pricey cab ride or a ride to an out of the way rail-station and then a pricey cab ride. Today was like the Greatest-Hits of lacking public transportation: getting to see Martha involved a lengthy car ride to the out of the way train-station, followed up by a doubly pricey cab ride down the highway. And then i got lost in Jupiter.
Well, really, this tiny development inside of Jupiter that gives one the impression that there was a Disney race in Starcraft who came to Earth to colonize our territory. It’s not exactly the town of Celebration, but’s it’s got that pastel-and-stucco, pre-fab, homogeonized-milk sortof feeling to it. Which, was even creepier when i thought the entire thing was Martha’s college, but then she informed me that it was really just one big creepy pre-fabricated expensive housing development — where you can pretend that you live in an amalgamated every-state of the USA minus anything with a population density higher than… oh, shit, what the hell do i know about population density.
But, anyway, now playtime is over and i have to do the pricey two-hours journey back to the geriatric imprisonment that is my grandmother’s condominium.
On the bright side, Martha is as obsessed with Buffy as i am, and tomorrow i’m having lunch with JillMatrix!!! Rock on!
How did it get to be midnight? I guess this is what happens when you stay up until dawn alternately playing StarCraft with your hostees and trucking through the 600’s of Infinite Jest. I deserved it though, if not for getting an A in Philosophy then for my all-day cleaning binge. And, so, up i stayed, mindlessly click-clicking on my Hatchery to “build more zerglings, goddamnit!”
In one of those between-game intervals i happened to glance out of my back window to find that my oft-spied-on neighbor had his lights on. I idly kept my eye on his window as i delved through page-long paragraphs in Jest until i saw a bit of movement and perked up — to find him taking a naked post-shower stroll through his room. The whole seeing him naked bit is rather anti-climactic after all this time (but, really, who the hell gets dressed before they get back to their room after a shower?), but i suppose he forgot that i had been spying on him after i left him alone for a while. Now he seems fond of sitting directly in his window with a huge drawing-board; i can’t imagine why he draws there … it’s not as though there’s any natural light. Could that be his convenient way of spying back at me? He has such an easy bead on my computer from there that he easily catches me turning around to glance at him before i can even see him in my peripheral vision.
Or maybe he just likes to draw. I wonder if he does nudes.
For all of you who’ve read the Plagiarism post: yes, i am aware that the offending site is back in operation. A quick Tom-aided perusal revealed similarly stolen posts from Paul Jarvis, Amy @ TeamMonkey, the venerable MegNut, Christine @ Maganda.Org, and TheBooge. I’ve notified all of the authors and have begun correspondence with the owner of Bellylicious; please refrain from harassing her — i posted her address only because i thought her site was down, not because i wanted to attract attention to her. However, i never edit things out of my posts, so it’s going to stay there.