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Saturday, February 19, 2005

First blog, and well, we all have to start somewhere. Caveat: pardon the gushing inanity; while the cat's away the mouse will just run around with it's little optical head gone crazy. And then the cat will come back, and her pretty shiny black paws will dance over the keyboard and make *much* more sense.

Guilty pleasure of the week -- quoting my husband: "Oh, you just couldn't help yourself, you finally broke down huh?," with a silly, half-serious comic scowl (he's me own Wash guy) -- I finally bought the Firefly DVD set. Yah sure, you think "*Finally*? What kind of a flan are you anyway?" And uh huh, well I'm a broke fan. But never fear, I've been swilling my own specially contrived/concocted/conflagulatory? combination of coffee, pretzels, and wine to stay up late and enjoy them in perfect ecstasy (oh gods no, not all *together*! What kind of a freak do you think I am?). That sounds perfectly horrible, one does not swill pretzels.
Guilty pleasure part deux: though they are both fans as well and fellow geeks, husband is working tonight and son is having a sleep over with a friend so I get the virgin viewing of our dvd's to myself. Ok, now that does sound perfectly horrible. Wickedly selfish? Mildly indulgent?
Hey, if you could hang around with sexy people on horseback in space, wouldn't you too?

Cheers, Indigo


Saturday, February 19, 2005 5:06 PM


SimonWho said:
"Nah, that would ruin that scene from Notting Hill."

Oh wait, oh wait... does this have something to do with sex and saddles? (Well how *do* you ask that delicately?)

Saturday, February 19, 2005 4:38 PM


Notting Hill, Notting Hill... isn't it that one with that girl and that guy, and they're in a nieghborhood, and no... I'm sorry, I don't remember that scene that the horse in the space station is supposed to ruin. Sorry?

Hi, happy to be welcome, welcome, welcomed. (Grandma made a career of sorts out of welcoming -- oh not *that* you sorts! She was a wife of a politician and did her "societal duty" out of sending welcome baskets and calls to new nieghbors. This was in the days before the notion of *actually* helping anyone had developed.)

Oh look, the cat's back.

Saturday, February 19, 2005 4:18 PM


Nah, that would ruin that scene from Notting Hill.

Oh, and hi Indigo, welcome, welcome, welcome.

Saturday, February 19, 2005 3:19 PM


Ah hah! We need to get equines on the International Space Station... it's the obvious (?) next step.
"Pioneering retro-speculative fiction."

*hello back!*

I'm in a mood.

Saturday, February 19, 2005 1:40 PM


um, yes I would hang around with sexy people on horseback in space...if I could.

*waves hello*


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