Airplane fandom and other trivia

I realized it last night, when Dad and I sat down to dinner with the two Jims he'd met through the Aero Commander mailing list he's on. Dad met these guys through a mailing list. He happily chatted with them for two hours about planes and boats and flying. He may get a ride to Portland with another list member whom he's never met, just to go to a fly-in event for Aero Commander owners and enthusiasts. It's just like media fandom, only with a bigger budget and tangible toys.

I was highly amused. It was all I could do not to giggle helplessly at all three grown-up boys. I managed though - we were at Red Mill, and they have good burgers. Much better than Daly's, though not so close. I just took another bite, snitched another french fry, and swallowed my mirth with a sip of butterscotch shake.

So, Dad's still around, and we've managed not to get me boxes for three days running. He's getting bored though, with no meetings to run off to Vancouver for. He promised to head for a box shop today and start in on my paperbacks. Good Dad. Wonderful Dad. He even understands (or is willing to pander to) my obsession with keeping the books I've alphabetized by author in order.

Things at work may be picking up a little from the mind-numbing boredom that's driven me to read nsync slash lately. Son of Small Fry finally hit the web yesterday (Lori told me when it started showing up on the lists - the lists that I'm not subbed to - weeks ago,) but I stayed up until 1 reading it last night, so it didn't really help the whole boredom-at-work thing or the getting-sucked-into-boybandia thing. Oh well.

I tried installing a Zip drive into my PC this morning - they're not really supposed to make noises like a lawnmower chewing up a squeaky toy the dog left on the lawn, so I'm rather glad I tested it on a random zip disk lying around instead of my precious story disk.

Oh, right - the non-boring work thing. I may be taking over the department site. Like, the web page and all. <blink> Kinda scary in a oh-they-like-me-wait-I-need-to-relearn-this-crap sort of way.

crack child syndrome

<blink>
I am a slave to the dominant paradigm.
Either that or a complete doofus.

For a month now - a month solid, the link to my Methos/Krycek page (of all two stories?) has been labeled: The Ancient and the Assassin -- Mulder/Krycek slash. Exqueeze me? Mulder? What kind of crack was I on?

I'll just... go fix that.

And maybe call Mom on their 800 number, and get her to call Dad back because I can't call his cell phone back - it's a long distance call even though he's in the local area. <rolls her eyes> I just want to have lunch!

Pirate lemmings!

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Mad Bess Bonney

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

<curtsey>
<exit stage left>

Packing

I got home, and Dad had denuded the top half of the upstairs bookshelves. All the paperbacks were boxed. So I did my part, and while we watched hours upon hours of Buffy (thanks to Lori), I packed all of my tapes and zines. Oops, there go the first 30 boxes. Now what?

Tomorrow: hardbacks. The odd-sized trades and coffee table books. Maybe even the Star Wars legos. And then Dad leaves, and I get to sort through all the random papers and useless crap I've got lying around. Kitchen is last, and clothes, and bathroom - they all need to wait a couple more days, but it's only a week and a half. So soon...