of Notes

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things I jotted down in an iPod note yesterday (with cleanup and expansion):

• There isn't an app for letterboxing?? THIS MAKES NO SENSE. Especially since when I do surrender and join the cult of iPhone that's pretty much ALL I will be using the damn thing for. Aside for the making calls and the permanently jacked into the internet thing.
  
  
• Driving down to work was gorgeous. Like traveling through the Snow Queens palace grounds. I was so taken with it I very nearly missed my exit on the pike, which I've never done before... and a good thing too, there's 30 miles with no turnaround between my exit and the next one down so that would have landed me at work an hour late at least.
  
  
• Still can't do The Moody Blues. Too soon. Especially not "Your Wildest Dreams." Ouch.
  
  
• Had an amazingly get-shit-done kind of day at work today. The key really is keeping music on. I also sang all the way home.
  
  
• I think I'm learning a little bit about my own singing from Lady Gaga, weird and horrible as that sounds. At least the bit about being fearless about it, no matter how bad i think I sound. There is no way whatsoever to sing "Bad Romance" timidly.
  
  
• Ever wonder what DeLoreans would look like if DMC had stayed in business? And consider what cars are like 30 years later, what speed do you have to get to to go back to the future? Because if it is still 88mph before you see some serious shit, then there are a couple of spots on I90 out near Syracuse where had I been in possession of a flux capacitor, I might have briefly driven through 1950s Upstate New York and failed to notice. Considering how loud I crank the stereo when I'm on the highway, I'm sure they noticed ME. 'Course, an insane black woman speeding down the highway in a green Corrolla with a skull and crossbones on the bumper roaring along to an obscenely loud radio ain't exactly inconspicuous in any era. (somewhat inspired by this post in metaquotes yesterday.)

Also of note was a conversation via text message with zadnyl that made me laugh and tear up all at once. I don't talk about it too much given the circumstances but one of the hardest things about the past two years has been missing/potentially losing the ex-in-laws and despite constant reassurances from their end, being completely unsure how to keep them in my life and how much, something made both harder and easier by having them all at least a four hour drive away. Moments like yesterday make me happy I chose not to shut them out. And since I've been invited down to this farm I've been hearing no end about for a decade and a half, there's another road trip for the roster. 'Course I ain't going anywhere until I frikkin get Hanzo fixed. *sigh*

Ended the night on an excellent note. Damn, but I'd forgotten what a happy thing it is to snuggle into a warm squashy bed with someone you love and a book for both of you. Dear fates, it's lovely to be dating someone who READS again.

Today... isn't much special. I had kind of an amazing rah rah get things done get things done sort of day yesterday, and this one isn't so much, though the day is much improved by the swiping of the studio monitor headphones someone left in my office for the past month. There is nothing in this world that makes me the kind of aurally happy than a set of squashy headphones bigger than my head. That's pretty much it, other than the usual scheming dreaming and fiending. :)

Goose out.

Comments

[nekosensei.livejournal.com]

Dear fates, it's lovely to be dating someone who READS again.

Yes! This! My husband and I often read the same books and comment on them. Not long ago, he and another friend of mine had a long discussion on the Foreigner series by C.J. Cherryh.

[extrajoker.livejournal.com]

if it is still 88mph before you see some serious shit, then there are a couple of spots on I90 out near Syracuse where had I been in possession of a flux capacitor, I might have briefly driven through 1950s Upstate New York and failed to notice. Considering how loud I crank the stereo when I'm on the highway, I'm sure they noticed ME. 'Course, an insane black woman speeding down the highway in a green Corrolla with a skull and crossbones on the bumper roaring along to an obscenely loud radio ain't exactly inconspicuous in any era.

I beg to differ. If it happened today, people would just think you were screaming in panic because your Toyota had spontaneously accelerated.