Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
I’d like to take a short break from my Rabi-themed programming to link to Carol, who seems to be crushing krisis a bit on her own. Totally okay; i’m a total link-slut when it comes to crushes :) All i have learned about Carol so far is that she likes In Passing and is a Freshmen in college – though i don’t know where. I’m definitely looking forwards to finding out, that’s for sure.
by krisis
You have to love a family that takes both cooking and internet connections seriously. Meanwhile, sending Rabi and I cd shopping is such a bad idea. Of any cd that i was vaguely interested in but didn’t know anything about, she had pointers on +75% of them, and while this didn’t directly correlate to the amount of purchases i made in any way shape or form i maintain that i would have quit much earlier if i had just bought a few random things i knew nothing about to shut my wallet up. With her along i wound up making a huge list of everything i was looking for and buying roughly half of it.
The only worse idea i can possibly think of is sending Rabi, Amy and I all cd shopping. That would be… i don’t know… the Waterloo of one-day music purchases. Only with three extremely empty wallets instead of Napoleon losing. But, yeah, combined we bought just about 40 discs. Shopping list forthcoming…
by krisis
Out of my entire family my grandmother was really the only person who read the Sunday paper with any kind of regularity. Whenever i would stay in her house i was absolutely guaranteed to wake up to find her at her thick kitchen table with the comics section all splayed out in front of her working on cryptics and things with the teevee blithely chirping weekend nonsense in the background.
I wasn’t one for waking up early and so i would always miss the sound of crawling through the paper… front page stories, local interest, past the ads neatly tucked in front of the funnies for just that reason. I only ever saw the aftermath.
Today i awoke to a quiet sort of rustling seeping through the sturdy door and it took me a moment to orient to just where i was before i realized someone was reading the paper in the kitchen. I didn’t want to bother them, so i just rolled over and took a nap.
by krisis
Only i would start a freaking redesign mid-pack. My only excuse is that i was packed before Rabi, and she has to catch two trains while i only need to catch one.
See, if you rationalize enough you start to get good at it.
by krisis
Boston is currently fifty-five degrees, but it feels like forty-nine. Cords are back in the suitcase. I am neurotic.