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Exhaustion, planes, trains, automobiles and cottonwood trees are so very much not my friend. I've got a killer headache and could pass out under my desk right now.
Instead of sleeping on the airplane yesterday (thanks to two adorable babies two rows up who were not at all impressed with air travel), I started to watch Life on Mars. And yes, I'm hooked, thank god, so now I'll have a topic for my next SMRT-TV column. It's totally got that element of "Guy thrown into an imparseable situation, coping. Sometimes badly." that I really love. And it's also got a wry sense of humor.
Much joy was had by all, including the aforementioned Beavis and Butthead retrospective for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crankygrrl. We apologize to the nation of Canada for corrupting her. And Mr. F does a damn fine Beavis! And a mean grill!
It's hard to come back to the real world where I can't vary between speculating that Cerebro is really just a giant database of good vs. evil. (Sigh, wheel, wheel, wheel. Put on the helmet. Move her over to evil. Wheel, wheel, wheel.) To considering how to best use a fleet of Luxans doing a personal favor, or how to best tie-dye baby clothes, or break a kid out of jail, or what kind of personal insanity runs through my family tree. There's a type of compatibility, of comfort, in being able to talk to a group of people without embarassment, about sharing all your hobbies, about not being afraid to look foolish. It's something I've spent a lot of my life looking for, and am astonished to have found it as a fully grown adult.
And the fact that most of these people love me despite my early morning (or late morning, or any time in the morning) bluriness just gives me such pause at times.
Next weekend is my reunion, which is really marked by the idea of what I've accomplished since I graduated. There'll be a panel lead by several grads about what they've done, and I'm completely unsurprised by the accomplishments of one of the women. She was a good friend, and possibly the most selfless person I know and I'm happy for her. And sometimes, I can look at my life, and not feel like I've failed, that if I can get the people who love me to keep doing it, I really have done something with my life.
Instead of sleeping on the airplane yesterday (thanks to two adorable babies two rows up who were not at all impressed with air travel), I started to watch Life on Mars. And yes, I'm hooked, thank god, so now I'll have a topic for my next SMRT-TV column. It's totally got that element of "Guy thrown into an imparseable situation, coping. Sometimes badly." that I really love. And it's also got a wry sense of humor.
Much joy was had by all, including the aforementioned Beavis and Butthead retrospective for
crankygrrl. We apologize to the nation of Canada for corrupting her. And Mr. F does a damn fine Beavis! And a mean grill!It's hard to come back to the real world where I can't vary between speculating that Cerebro is really just a giant database of good vs. evil. (Sigh, wheel, wheel, wheel. Put on the helmet. Move her over to evil. Wheel, wheel, wheel.) To considering how to best use a fleet of Luxans doing a personal favor, or how to best tie-dye baby clothes, or break a kid out of jail, or what kind of personal insanity runs through my family tree. There's a type of compatibility, of comfort, in being able to talk to a group of people without embarassment, about sharing all your hobbies, about not being afraid to look foolish. It's something I've spent a lot of my life looking for, and am astonished to have found it as a fully grown adult.
And the fact that most of these people love me despite my early morning (or late morning, or any time in the morning) bluriness just gives me such pause at times.
Next weekend is my reunion, which is really marked by the idea of what I've accomplished since I graduated. There'll be a panel lead by several grads about what they've done, and I'm completely unsurprised by the accomplishments of one of the women. She was a good friend, and possibly the most selfless person I know and I'm happy for her. And sometimes, I can look at my life, and not feel like I've failed, that if I can get the people who love me to keep doing it, I really have done something with my life.
