Moments in Geek Nirvana and These Women

[itsallovernow]

The lovely iamsab and projectjulie fed me dinner last night (despite my valiant, but ultimately failed attempt to feed them dinner. The failure was all on me!) and we sat outside in this little quad area outside of their house, one of their neighbors perched on his steps across the grass, the other in a lawn chair 10 feet away.

The two of them were describing the tiny and awful Macbeth they'd seen on Sunday, and mentioning that the lead actor was actually pretty good, but doing this weird accent and Julie said, "It was sort of like, well, he sounded like Gaius Baltar."

Neighbor from across the square then says, "Did you just say Gaius Baltar?"

All of us nod and affirm that there may be multiple mentions of Gaius Baltar coming from that part of the quad, to which the neighbor just nods, and says. "Gauis Baltar. That's fucking awesome."

Yes friendly neighbor dude, it truly, truly is:)

This summer has, for me, been a summer of amazing women. All these people who have done so much for me - thrown me birthday parties, kept me writing, kept me sane. These amazing people that I met through the internet - my hussies, and all the lovely women in Los Angeles. I am so awed and astonished by the women in my life - my mother, my best friend, my godchild, my niece, my sisters who have had to reconfigure their own lives after losing their father two years after my own father robbed them of so much of their mother's focus and attention.

I am surrounded by these glorious amazing women who inspire me every day, who make me laugh and wonder and put up with my obsessiveness - over words, over boys, over the cats, over my shoes, over my ego, over myself. Who encourage and stroke and call me on my bullshit.

I owe all of you such a debt, so much that isn't repayable. I learn from all of you, watching your relationships, your loves, the way you navigate with grace and tears through so many challenges and struggles, the way you're making new people and raising them, I'm just... I'm just awed.

So, drabbles all around. Give me a woman and an object - ficcish or not. I'll give you something back:)

Comments

[raithen.livejournal.com]

CJ. a horse. ;)

[raithen.livejournal.com]

or if a horse is not objecty enough, a saddle.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

She's not graceful on a horse, rocking back and forth with the rhythm of the mare's gate. It's a favor to her neice, 11 and not yet free of the lure of horses and western myth. It's hot and dry, and this was supposed to be a family vacation, but her niece had come by herself looking mournful and quiet and so CJ had packed them into the car, driving them up to Big Bear to stay in the mountains for a few days.

She calls her office every few hours until she correctly interprets the looks that her niece is shooting her as "work's more important than me, huh?" and vows that the world won't fall apart if Hollywood can't get ahold of her for a day.

They go horseback riding through the mountains and Hogan smiles for the first time all weekend. CJ is uncomfortable, nervous in her perch on this horse who is way further off the ground than CJ is comfortable being, but her neice sits in the saddle like she's safe for the first time in days and CJ remembers just how hard it is to be a girl, how many pitfalls and pratfalls, and how easy everything looks from the view on horseback.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

ah. yes. you capture so much with this. **happybliss**

and this: "how easy everything looks from the view on horseback" -- oh. YES. as a girl, and as a woman.

Thank you.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!

[raithen.livejournal.com]

and also, the awe runs both ways, you know. And the appreciation.

[ainsley.livejournal.com]

Zhaan and sheets.

And the awe really is a two way street.

[fbf.livejournal.com]

Five Hussies, feldman's kitchen table and alcohol. *bg*

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

"Ow, quit it. Quit it. No seriously, quit it."

"What, you're Bart Simpson, now?"

"Does Kath know who Bart Simpson is?"

Thwak.

"I'm from Canada, not outer Mongolia. Just because I never watched Beavis and Butthead..."

"Huh, huh, Hey Beavis..."

"I think Rory's trying to hide under the table."

"Yeah, I think she's stuck."

"No, no, she's doing that on purpose so she can pretend she doens't know us."

"We'll show her!!!"

"How?"

"I haven't figured that part out yet."

"Stop. Touching. The cutouts."

"But they're all shaped like paperdolls and I'm bored."

"You're bored because you just woke up."

"And who's fault is it that you're all on the wrong time zone?"

"Donna made you coffee."

"Where's the rum."

"don't put... ah man, you put rum in my coffee."

"How is that a bad thing?"

[fbf.livejournal.com]

this makes me happy to no end.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

It's because we've totally had this conversation, or variants of it:)

[projectcyborg.livejournal.com]

right back atcha!

and I'll take Ellen Fanshaw and a pen.

[baranyandi.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on the women front. However, if only I had the same respect for men, it might help me form a healthy relationship.

I say Aeryn and music.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

I have some great men in my life as well - many of whom are quirky and make me crazy, who are figuring out their own lives and still remaining part of mine, who are smart and successful, or smart and lost, or a combination of both, who offer me invaluable things, but this summer has largely been about the relationships I have with women.