random update: Currently in North Carolina. The sun JUST CAME OUT for the first time. Hurray! My wrist is a bit better. It fluctuates. Still trying to use it as little as possible.

random rant: I hate when people talk loudly about something they hate—when you are three feet away doing it. For instance. I’m always one of the people standing up as soon as the plane lands because I hate being trapped in small spaces so when you’re a row behind me being snarky about how stupid and useless it is to get right to your feet when the plane lands I find it really annoying. Or if you’re loudly talking about how stupid tattoos and people with tattoos are when you are standing right behind a dude with a sleeve.  That’s just rude, man. People do this  a lot with smokers, which, okay, yeah it’s smoking and it actually can have an effect on YOU, but maybe say “hey could you stop blowing smoke in my face please” rather than just loudly and passive-aggressivley bitching to your friend.

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Aaand there goes the sun. Why, NC, why?

time for a rambling sunday night post

Shockingly, having someone jab a needle into your spine repeatedly kinda hurts. (I got someone different when I called the tattoo place back, and he magically found an opening today at noon that the other woman had not been able to see somehow. So maybe that phone disaster wasn’t all me.) So now I’m sore and trying not to lean my back against things. Hard, since I’m currently lounging in bed.

Today involved a lot of Star Trek: TNG and The Avengers. Wesley Crusher is so annoying. Why does he have to be in this show? He is the main reason it’s taken me so long to get into Star Trek, all the ST episodes I saw for the longest time were Wesley-centric (like, totally coincidentally all of them—and I’ve seen that Game one like 3 times) and that just turned me off the whole series. And those episodes were after he hit puberty. I’m starting TNG from the beginning and wow he was even more annoying before his voice cracked. How did this show make it big with him in it? Okay Grace stop being mean to the boy prodigy.

Anyway, so yeah, I’m lame. First sunny weekend Boston’s seen in like eons and I spend half of it watching nerdy tv shows and making smoothies (which involved bits of the blender flying around the kitchen). In my defense, yesterday I did properly summery thing, including mini-golfing and a beach. Much fun.

Um so yeah that’s what I’ve been up to recently. Fascinating, as usual.

You will notice how I’m not give you all a writing update. Yeah, about that…

leave me alone

I have decided the airlines need a new seating policy. When you buy your ticket, you get to choose a section. Not smoking or non-smoking, no nothing like that.

Sections like “Chatty” and “Non-Chatty.” “Sick” and “Healthy.” “Baby” or “No Baby.” “Has a dog who will poop halfway through flight” and “Dogless.”

Mostly Chatty vs. Non-Chatty. Because I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t care who you are, I don’t want to talk to you. This is why I brought my book. And even if my flight is delayed 2 1/2 hours, and I have to spend most of that sitting on the tarmac waiting for liftoff approval, and even if I share a few friendly words with you before turning to my book, this does NOT mean that you can interrupt my reading every ten minutes. Seriously, you give these chatty people an in and they just won’t shut up.

Yes, I am a curmudgeon. What of it?