Kat Dancing

It rained for most of today - I mean really rained. We're getting the tail end of whichever hurricane is currently making everyone's life miserable. On the radio this morning the governor of North Carolina was warning people that they needed to keep taking precautions and staying safe, even if this whole "hurricane" thing is becoming as routine as the weekly garbage pickup. "Now I know we're all a little storm-weary...." North Carolina has been hit with seven tropical storms in the past month, four of them hurricanes. Storm-weary indeed.

In related news: those environmentalists who kept babbling about global climate change? They're liars. No, really. This is completely natural....

I was thinking about that recently... the problem with environmentalism is that a) it's science, so you'll never be able to prove you're right (only unscrupulous scientists "prove" anything. The rest form testable hypotheses) and b) generally the environmental movement has made enough noise to stop things short of disaster, which, paradoxically, completely screws their street cred. That's why movie heroes always save the day at the last minute. If they'd been doing their job properly they'd have stopped the terrorist/mad scientist/murderer/ect before he ever got started... but then, who'd know? Who'd even believe them? "No, really, that guy I just shot would have killed you all in scene three!" Uh-huh. Sure, mister. Now why don't we go visit Mr. Straightjacket for a little while?

Real heroes - the ones who stop things before they get out of hand - have a rough job. No glory, no thanks, not even any certainty, in their heart of hearts, that they're right... it's no wonder there's so few of them. War heroes get all the glamour, even when the war is a creation of their own ineptitude.

No, I'm not a big fan of rainy days, why do you ask?

Well, I'm home.

Nothing much has changed, except for the presence of plumbing, the new computer, the repainted and revamped house, the way my bedroom has been turned into a television-and-game center, the huge honkin' construction project right outside the door....

Dammit, you can't leave these people alone for a couple of months, can you?

At any rate, I am home. Sometimes it feels like I've never left and other times it feels like I'm not really here. I keep locking my car (silly child. This is Galax.) I am hitting the milk like a backsliding AA member. I am being reminded what it feels like to get 28.8 on the dialup connection, if I'm lucky.

Definitely home.

The parents are being kind, and I have been allowed the whole day to recover and, y'know, get all that stuff out of my car, and figure out where I'm living and so on. Tomorrow it's back to work for me. There's been a lot of mention of the money I borrowed from them to get by whilst in Canada; the term "indentured servant" has been used. Repeatedly. It's all legal when it's your flesh and blood.....

I've never actually thrown a party for myself before. It went well. Admittedly, I cooked enough food for a small army, and Dan and I are left staring dubiously into the depths of the fridge wondering how in the hell we're going to eat all this before we go, but there was much fun and conversation and jello and everyone seemed happy to be there and sorry to leave. There's little more that I could have asked.

I got taken out for dinner last night - I suppose it was a date, or at least, it had all the actual hallmarks of a date, which is I believe a first for Dan and I. It's typical of me that I live with a guy for three months and then we get around to the first date. It was a lovely date, though, with candles and chocolate, and afterwards I took him to an empty parking lot and tried to teach him to drive a stick shift, and we are both still alive and speaking to each other. Such are the hallmarks of a stable relationship.

And it's all rather bittersweet, considering that I'm leaving tomorrow.

And now I'm packing. Even under the best of circumstances I hate packing, although, consdiering the amount I've moved around in the last three years, I've gotten pretty darn good at it. The computer is about to go; most of the clothes and books are already gone; it's now down the the slow shark-circling around the house and stuffing miscellanious bits into the corners stage. Tomorrow we'll pack it all into my much-suffering car and go.

To everyone I met whilst I was up here: thank you. It's been a wonderful summer for me.

I will be back.

(And, yes, the car is also alive and speaking to us. Actually he did rather well dispite my passenger-side anxiety and door-grabbing, imaginary-brake-slamming behaviors. If he's very, very good I'll let him drive on the highway tomorrow.)

Nicked from A Violently Executed Blog:




You're Captain Jack Sparrow: smart, savvy, a demon with the eyeliner and the best damn pirate we've ever seen. And only a litte crazy. Savvy?

Which POTC character are you?

this quiz was made by alanna

Nifty. Hey, didn't somebody promise to watch this movie with me again?

In other news, I'm madly preparing for a going-away party and, following, the actual going away. Yes, it's back to the States for me come next Wednesday, for the winter at least. Such is life.

I am *seriously* amused.

The Bush vs. Jesus TV Campaign

Nicked from oletheros.

Things wot I brought back from Worldcon:

1) Some books.
2) Lots of bits of paper.
3) Good memories.
4) A FUCKING COLD.

Going to go sulk in bed and sneeze now.