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teinedreugan: You could use the rice cooker.
Me: It is physically possible for me to use the rice cooker, yes.
teinedreugan: ... why wouldn't it be?
Me: I was just agreeing with you. I could use the rice cooker.
teinedreugan: You won't, though.
Me: Yes. But it is possible for me to do so.
teinedreugan: I love you. Even when you berate me.
Me: I'm not berating you. I'm mocking you. There's a difference.
teinedreugan: *sigh* You're pedantic, too.

(That last of course being a reference to nancylebov's button, "I'm not pompous. I'm pedantic. There's a difference." Which I gave to my father once.)

State of the me: I had a little lunch without needing to dose myself with drugs or ginger tea in order to not be violently ill! Bonus!

Still feel like shit.

arawen currently smells pleasantly, if disconcertingly, of rose and cherry ....

arawen: Tell you what, when I get elected king of Wisconsin, I'll buy you a parrot.

I discovered that teinedreugan had not caught up on LJ and thus had missed my previous post, and thus explained it to him in summary with the usual gesticulations and snarky comments. The following exchange ensued:

teinedreugan: I love you.
Me: I love you too.
teinedreugan: I laugh at your jokes!
Me: You giggle manically at my ranting. There is a difference. ... not always a large difference, but ....
teinedreugan: True.
Me: You seemed to particularly like "If he'd taken his two neurons out and rubbed them together vigorously ..."
teinedreugan: Yes.

Now, if I had a good photo of teinedreugan and me being, y'know, teinedreugan and me, I'd use it as an icon for this post. I do not, however; this should be fixed. Ohhh, people with cameras ....

A random link: Spong reviews The Da Vinci Code.

Am back at home after a busy weekend.

Let's see. Stuff: arawen picked me up Saturday morning though I don't think we got out of the house until after noon. Had random sushi for lunch. Helping with bookcases was diverted by the need to deal with an invasion of ants which were carrying their larvae up the front of his house and into a hole up under the eaves, which was behaviour Not Approved Of. So there was agitated ant-slaughtering and roof repair. And afterwards a great deal of enjoying of each other's company (which left me with a slightly dislocated right hip).

Sunday there was much work on bookcases, which started before I got up because I didn't sleep well and so stayed in bed for an hour and a half or so later than arawen did. Funniest help request was, "Could I use you as a stand?" Various things were accomplished. I think we watched a couple of episodes of an anime, plus also some Babylon 5 commentary which provoked me into reading lysana's rendition of how Stephen Furst got the role of Vir, though that may have been Saturday. We went out for what I'm pretty sure was our first doing-something-as-a-couple sort of dinner, and thus I consumed vast quantities of sushi (including, as it happened, my first fish-based sushi -- this is extremely impressive, as I haven't willingly consumed fish in probably over twenty years because fishy-smell leaves me feeling ill). Much affirming snuggling and talking, even if arawen does have a marbles in a funnel problem.

Slept better last night, woke up before the alarm, woke up arawen. He made me breakfast. More carpentry, in which I was minimally helpful mostly in the fetching and carryingness. Had leftover sushi for lunch. Went to hardware store (minioning mostly limited to pushing the cart and answering, "Is there anything else I've been whining that I don't have?" with "Time, world domination, and a pony"), stuff. Eventually came home, said hi to teinedreugan and suzimoses, helped them heckle The Chronicles of Riddick, watched the end of the ballgame, and saw arawen off to the airport where he is collecting whispercricket from her weekend of dealing with crazy people.

Thus was my weekend of sex and carpentry. (With bonus sushi and ants.)

There comes a point in any relationship where one person desires a nap and the other doesn't. Unfortunately, when that time comes when the first person is using the second person as a pillow, it makes it difficult to read and comment on usenet ....

( My evening, in summary, modified only by insertion of usernames (all the actual names were spelled correctly, with proper capitalisation even). )

I have a new icon. It is keyworded "sex". It is not a rhododendron.

Okay, that was the cryptic joke content. Now to be serious for a moment:

Here's to working to learn how to believe I'm worth the effort.

... but the velvet painter (who is going out of business and thus has all her stuff on sale) has resolved my what-shirt-for-the-Pomba problem. At, I would note, half price.

Because, y'know, the gorgeous sexy red shirt is exactly what the orixa ordered.

I expect Certain People to be very appreciative when I get home.

You hear me, Certain People?

None too coherent.

( On love and partnership. )

. . . or just a weird one . . .

. . . that I strained a muscle in my belly somewhere laughing at arawen's smiling-induced headache.


[ This is going up with, "I so need some deer" for funniest event this week. ]