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Somebody’s Watching You
Apr 17th
Social events nowadays aren’t quite like they used to be… though some things never change.
Whereas our parents would group up and socialize with a small group of people they knew and with an agenda (bowling, pinochle, or specific celebratory events) we tend to gather just to hang out. #evfn has no agenda. Tweetups for breakfast have no agenda. We just go to hang out with our friends for a while and catch up, tease or whatever. And there’s always new people included.
We don’t seem to have that cattiness or gossipy thing that people used to have. Maybe it’s because the groups now are so transient, you’re not sure who is friends with who like those old fixed groups used to be.
We still mentally label people but not usually in a negative way. I for instance, am probably labeled to most people as mid-40s single (and likely a couple more labels besides) because humans tend to do that. That guy is mid-20s, buff, web designer, and gay. That girl is mid-30s, Realtor, Mom and so on.
But the thing that never changes is observation. Someone is always watching at these group events. I was at a breakfast and someone leaned over and asked me about another woman’s new wedding ring. I hadn’t noticed or heard anything about this couple getting married. Another time I was asked if the woman on a popular person’s lap was his wife. In fact no, but if you knew them all, you’d know it was just to be funny. I was at an event recently when the gentleman sitting next to me was a little over-close and when he went to the bathroom, half the table asked if we were together. People notice things.
But I don’t think it is in a catty or gossipy way anymore. We just cannot seem to shed the need to label or pigeonhole people. I know I can’t. Seems like everyone I meet I check off a mental checklist so I can put them in the right slot in my mind. Though a lot of times with me it’s available/not. Maybe we’ve been trained to avoid offending people so we gather information to avoid our own faux pas. You don’t want to flirt with the not-so-obviously-gay dude, or make snide anti-Republican comments while chatting with the lady on John McCain’s campaign committee.
So just remember, people are watching and don’t be a dick. Right?
Are you kidding me VA?
Mar 5th
I got new meds in the mail yesterday.
They’ve replaced my open and shut purple disc (bottom) with the three dispensers at the top. It took me a half an hour last night to figure out how to use all these stupid things.
The light blue one is used twice a day. You take the cover off, twist it open, insert a capsule from the blister pack, close it up, squeeze both sides to puncture the capsule and then inhale. Then you open it back up to dump out the empty capsule.
Then the short grey one has about the same number of steps. That’s twice a day, too.
Then the pink one thankfully comes pre-loaded, but I have to remember to only do this one once a day but inhale it twice in a row.
And this is on top of the pills I have to take!
I try to schedule my meds for around 10 in the morning and at night to work around the eating/not eating requirements. When I’m out, I can slip that little purple disc and a small pill holder in my purse and voila! Quick click and inhale and I’m done. WTF am I going to do now? I’m out almost every night until well past midnight! This shit is going to put a serious cramp in my social activities. I can’t carry all this out with me!
“Excuse me loverboy whilst I take 20 minutes to fondle and suck on all these stupid inhalers before I work on you?” (That’s assuming I ever bring a loverboy home again.) Oh yeah, that’s sexy as hell.
Fuck asthma.
What a weekend!
Feb 21st
The Jonathan Coulton and Paul and Storm concert was MARVELOUS Thursday night. Absolutely and totally worth the bullshit we went through before it actually started. MadCrap MadCap Theaters is THE most horrible venue I’ve ever ever been to. It’s a testament to how much I love JC and the boys, that I’d EVER go back there again. Why would anyone want to go there? They don’t give a shit about the customers, they have extremely lousy organizational and communication skills, and I’m guessing they spend hours wanking each other off rather than cleaning up the theaters. The whole experience is practically abuse and we’re paying them to do it.
Friday night was the usual #evfn, except E and Sheila weren’t there and neither was the guy they had organizing it in their absence. So of course I take up the slack and try to make sure everyone is taken care of and the newbies are introduced around. I don’t think I did a very good job as certain people walked out. Oh well, there’s always next week.
Kira and I hung out Saturday night and this morning we wandered over to a new (for us) McDonald’s, shopped at WalMart and took the light rail to downtown Tempe (yes, I live here but I’d promised Kira we’d take the train one day) to check out #comiccreate.
And tonight I get a following notification on FourSquare (a social geolocation application) for Earl Newton! Now I’ve met the man at D*C a couple of times, and maybe he would friend me on twitter where you’re getting occasional light-hearted updates/comments from people. And maybe on Facebook which is pretty much the same thing. Likely because of my connection to Evo and less on my own merit I think. Twitter/Myspace/Facebook are places you “friend” anyone you’ve ever met and then some. But wouldn’t you only follow people on a location-based application that you might, maybe, kind of EVER thought you’d actually want to know where they are? Earl Motherfucking Newton wants to know where I am? That’s soooo fucking cool. I feel like somebody now.
And Earl? If you’re a googling fool and come across this post, please don’t explain or get freaked out or delete me or anything. This is me after a couple of drinks – FREAKING THE FUCK OUT because someone of your caliber clicked on me as a connection somewhere, that’s all. Let me have this. Carry on and I’ll never bother you again.
Oh yeah, I got paid for work I did! Actual money instead of possibilities.
What a great weekend.
