Thoughts on love

One of my dearest friends, behind a friends lock, posed to us, her friends, a series of questions on the nature of love, and expectations, and meeting the needs of partners while getting one's own needs met. With her permission, I am reposting my answers to her questions here, since there are some people who read this journal who do not read that journal.

( ACat gets very long-winded about some fundamental questions of love and relationships... )

Adventures in newspeek

The following conversation occurred on #filkhaven this morning.

Gwenzilla boggles at a mailing list message.
<Gwenzilla> I have never seen anybody spell "library" with a "y".
<Gwenzilla> Lybrary.
Gwenzilla> WTF?
<Gwenzilla> Am I just too pedantic? I mean, how could someone possibly think it might be spelled that way?
<phydeaux_work> Are they being silly, offhand?
<phydeaux_work> I know I used to have an "evylle grynne"
<phydeaux_work> But that was deliberate
phydeaux_work is amazed nobody's yet called me on the grammatical error in my LJ "me in a box" posting
<doc> perhaps yt's an ardent feminist womyn who has determymed that the letter "I" is a tool of the patryarchy and must be removed from all wryting to enure true equalyty?
Gwenzilla twitches.
<phydeaux_work glares at doc
<doc> or a new ager who thynks that usyng y for i makes it look more eldrytch and ancyent?
<phydeaux_work> femynyst, dude
<doc> oops. myssed yt. do you know how hard yt ys to wryte thys way?
<phydeaux_work> Y have a slyght ydea
<phydeaux_work> Gwen: Perhaps they misspelled lye-brary, after reading too much of HL Mencken's caustic humor
Gwenzilla aies.
<doc> now, yf thei're preppi new agers, thei wyll not onli replace the i with y, but vyce versa.
<doc> thys ys almost as bad as l33t speek :)
<phydeaux_work> Owys! That makes mi brayn ache!
Gwenzilla readies the knife.
<phydeaux_work> Y thynk Y'll go and get miself some more tea ynstead

Snow!

Yay, snow! It snowed it snowed it snowed!

Living my entire life in the southeastern United States, snow has never been the sort of thing we got enough of really lose its fascination. I love waking up and finding a soft blanket of white covering everything, seeing the frost in the trees and the air being impossibly crisp.

I love standing outside in the dark when the snow is falling heavy around me. I love curling up next to a fire with a good book, while outside heaven drifts down to the earth in tiny flakes.

Yeah, I like snow. Even if it's just a half and inch and the whole city shuts down as a result. Folks from up north like to make fun of us for this, but I don't care. I know the reasons, and I know that it will just be a memory in two days time. There's no need to shovel, or salt the roads, or do any of those things, because it's just a moment, and the moment will soon be gone.

But until then, there's snow, and I am seven years old again and school is closed and mom has told me I can go out and play until lunchtime.

Bliss.

I love maps like this

A Californian's View of the United States

Clicky thing!

Amusing clicky thing, taken from aiela.

( I have no idea what ANY of this means... )