It's been a weekend of rain, the kind of rain which washes away the past and leaves only the moments between the drops, each moment somehow stolen from the world ( Read more... )

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Throughout my life, until this week, I would have fairly unhesitatingly answered "Yes, I am a geek," if asked. It seemed to be the question of the week on my friends list, though (I blame xamses), so I decided to actually think about it. I really don't know.

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I got a chance to meet people who I've only known through LJ, such as gillan, although by that time in the weekend I was sleepy enough that my gaming was a bit off. Nevertheless, the game itself was fun (especially Jeff's Elvis impersonator), as was the sitting around before and after just talking. It's always a little strange when people who you only ( Read more... )

Walking into the kitchen at the lab, the first thing you see is a sign warning employees not to put metal utensils into the microwave. Apparently, the very same people who keep the synchrotron operating can't be trusted to use a microwave oven without setting the kitchen on fire (twice last year ( Read more... )

When someone says "You remember my friend X?", he is not asking a question. He is saying "Hey, Ian -- I know you're a bit of a jackass, so I'm giving you a huge clue that you should act like you know the person standing behind me."

Oops. I think I gave the impression that I was not totally unfamiliar with the woman, at least.

On the night of the winter solstice, many of us stay up all night to watch the sun rise because there is a compact of sorts there -- the sun will return to light our world from its longest period of darkness, and we will be there, waiting, trusting that it will come. We do not simply wait, but we head east, doing our best to meet it halfway ( Read more... )

It was the second-loneliest time of my life. I called her out of my moonlight, and she came, the fire of the sun lighting her eyes. Her name was Abby, and we might as well have met in one ( Read more... )

The weekend was perfect -- things that needed to be said, things that maybe should never have been said, all spilled forth into the open ( Read more... )

It's never good when you can sum up your day with, "I started the day with getting hit by a car... it didn't get better ( Read more... )