Been too long, my friends

too strange

I have a general feeling of being "arsed" out today (excuse my French).  I don't know why. 

I'm at work...working for a change.  I just came back from Seattle (the gloomiest of gloomies, but soooo lovely nonetheless).  My co-conspirators and I ironed out some of the details re: a blog we're planning to launch soon.  My husband's in good health.  My dog didn't go potty on the carpet.  A little threadbare in the pockets, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Nothing's wrong, as far as I know. 

And yet, I feel doomed.

WHY.

Sci-Fi Geek?

What does it mean to be a sci-fi geek? 

I recently found out my cousin plays Magic: The Gathering.  After my initial reaction (of abject horror), I began to ask her questions.  Do you throw the cards at one another?  No.  Do you flick the cards, carefully aimed, at an object?  No.  Do you use the cards as a backstory for a boardgame?  No.  Do you wear capes and call each other Ragnok the Rock Monster and Druidian the Troll King and Bubu the Evil Hobbit?  No.  Then what the HECK do you do with these flippin' cards??!?!?!

So began my foray into a world of absolute confusion, chaos, and geekdom.  And I began to wonder... how deep can you fall before you're labeled a sci-fi geek?

I read Ender's Game...watch Bladerunner...discuss Doctor Who over dinner...listen to EscapePod on a daily basis... But I don't know a thing about Ursula K. Le Guin or the secret goings-on of a D&D game.  I don't understand their secret language, and am a bit afraid of their passion for all things Star Trek.  I don't know the difference between a button of a Star Fleet Commander and a lesser officer.  I don't know what the inseam looks like on a Klingon's jacket, coat, thing. 

I do know that...if it's a person's passion, and it's something he/she enjoys without harming others...then it's something that should escape our judgment.  Everyone's a geek in some way or another.  Fashion geek.  iPhone geek.  Celebrity geek.  Poetry geek. 

If reading Ray Bradbury and watching Tron makes me a sci-fi geek, then so be it.  It'll just be an augmentation of my Geeks List, of which I am very proud.

Still, the question remains...  What makes a sci-fi geek...and what the HECK do you do with those flippin' Magic cards???

Better now.  It was just indigestion that made me write the other post.  :)

Listening to New Edition.  Goodness.  Makes me think of college - my neighbor sacrificed food and lodging to go to their concert.  And I only had one question, "WHY?"

To each his own.

Aaah, Angela Aki's on now.  Good stuff.

Let Them Pass By In Seasons

Ever since my husband arrived, I've been feeling increasingly distant from a majority of my friends.  I find myself on the receiving end of abandonment accusations, or claims that I've changed.  Maybe I have.  I'm a bit tired nowadays, stressed out, stretched thin...  Sometimes, I feel as if I were the one abandoned.  If a friend is stretched thin and worn bare, wouldn't you be there...?  What's changed, now that I'm married?  Why are shoulders so reluctantly given now...?

At the same time, I do feel changed.  I feel myself getting tired of having to dance and tiptoe around relationship politics.  I feel myself getting tired of justifying my actions - when there's no reason to justify anything.  I give people answers when they ask questions out of courtesy, and they easily forget that I don't owe them anything.  I'm tired of who I've become.  I don't even read anymore.

Confirms my deep- and long-rooted desire to get the hell out of Los Angeles.  This isn't my town - I may have history here, but I can't thrive in concrete.  My soul just wasn't made for that.

Ahhh, stop yer whining, woman.  Things always look better in the morning.