> get lamp

Kijyata: So, we're down one toaster, and up one fireball
Arethinn: ! whahappa?
Kijyata: Uhh, it decided to start throwing fire instead of bread.


Thanks dear, that's a very helpful description.

enotsola, apparently unable to get out of bed (sleepiness/laziness, not pain or injury): Nope, still not working.
me: What, your motivator?
enotsola: Nope.
me: "This R2 unit has a bad motivator."
enotsola: Are not.
me: What?
enotsola: Are too, are not.
me: You're an Are Not unit?
enotsola, having flopped end for end in the bed but still not managing to get upright on the floor: I'm an Are Not unit.

Shenanigator: How it [coleslaw] will be, I have no idea
we'll see later
once it has time to percolate!

Arethinn: ah, okies!
i assume that means you did not follow the recipe exactly, heh
and not that you have made coleslaw in a coffee percolator
O.o
...i hope

Shenanigator: Oh.. was that wrong?
uhh..
err...

I've been perusing PDF's I made of my old high school zine Lucida 10 as I combine them into one-PDF-per-issue rather than one-per-page (and the scans are kind of bad, too; I can only assume I must have saved them as PDF from Photoshop at a time years ago when I didn't also have Acrobat and didn't know about PDF stitching software), and came across this perplexing little dedication in the masthead of issue 3:

This issue of Lucida 10 is dedicated to the memory of Lisa (Wh. Wiz) and Mike (Bl. Wiz), who turned themselves to stone, and Miranda and Morrey, who got fried by Nyarlathotep.

The part about Miranda and Morrey, although I don't remember this specific instance, is almost certainly a reference to a game of Call of Cthulhu, which we played a lot of in high school. (Miranda, I think, was Sarah's character's name. Morrey was probably one of the guys, Mike, Aaron, or Ehren most likely since Jeff was the gamemaster -- what do they call it in CoC -- "Keeper"?)

The first part is what is confusing me. On one level it is obviously (at least, nowadays I think it is obvious; at the time I wasn't into console RPGs in the slightest) referring to Final Fantasy IV where the twin kids Palom and Porom (black mage and white mage) do this to save the rest of the party's asses. I think it might still be referring to a Cthulhu game, in which I suppose my character and Mike's character got petrified for some reason (probably shortly before Nyarlathotep did his frying), and either at the time or after the fact someone made a Final Fantasy reference out of it. Or it might be the case that someone had an FFIV game going and had either renamed the characters thusly (can you do that in IV? I forget) or they were getting so referred to (why?) among the group of people watching the playing (which probably included me, although the game apparently made no impression on my brain).

In short, I really no longer know what's going on there. It's a part of my history simply lost to memory. Nor can I fathom why I would choose to write it into the masthead (aside from the major crush I had on Michael).

So many people's lives seem to be getting so massively upset around me right now. Valued relationships ending, strife occurring, jobs lost, property wrecked. I only speak of the narrow window I have through my two LJ lists and IJ list, but still. I hope with all my heart that you will find respite from your sorrows very soon, grace and comfort for your hurts.

Hmmm... I disagree. I mean, I'm monogamous and everything (literally, now that I am in fact married), but I don't believe being married to someone makes the situation described suddenly never again possible for you. False dichotomy.

enotsola's shipped stuff came via UPS yesterday, including his monitor and keyboard that he kept from the computer he had been using (which after argument was determined not to be his and he was not allowed to bring it), so this afternoon/evening we will be assembling the new computer parts I bought last weekend.

We had to buy basically everything else but a hard drive (ugh), so the upshot is his penis computer is going to be much beefier than mine, which even though it was only a 3.0GHz Celeron / 2 GB RAM had heretofore been the best one in the house. (He gets a Core 2 Duo on a motherboard that can support a Quad Core and the same 2 GB. I spoil him.) This project even necessitated going to Weird Stuff and buying a chair for him to sit on.

It's going to be crowded having the two of us side by side at the desk, but we'll manage.

So what? This "so what":

When I lived in his house in 2006, I had never gotten to the point of actually setting up my computer. I had brought it with me, and occasionally I plugged it in to one of the other monitors to get some stuff off it, but it had no home of its own. There was no room for it. Instead, I was using one of their existing computers, the one I had been using on visits since the first time I was ever there in the summer of 2000 (and still do). It was not my computer. In short, I was not established.

But this will be his computer.

And that's what makes a house a home.