Happy Summer! (a day late but what the heck....)

Õ Happy Summer!!! Õ


Okay, so it's a day late, but it's better late than never. Sadly, I didn't even realize that yesterday was the Solstice until Bobby sent me an email wishing me a Happy Summer. I have been busy, busy, busy! (Hence the fact that I don't write in every day, like I used to.) The Midhavens Campaign is under way and I've been bitten severely by the creativity bug, which has allowed me to write like a maniac for the past few days. Unfortunately, I haven't had that chance yet today because I am also in the process of changing my primary email address to Comcast, and so I have to switch all of my groups and my memberships, notify family and friends, re-create my address book...it's tedious, but I'm hoping it will be worth it. Now I am universally known on the Internet as "Dawn Felagund." Also, I have a bit more legal bite using a service for which I pay versus one that is provided for free. Also, I no longer will have to put up with pain-in-the-@$$ corporate emails. Yes, I ask for them but only to get the deals, and most of the time they get deleted unread. But it's unfair to a girl to log onto her account and see she has a new email and have it only be a notice that Pier One is having a sale. Life is rough sometimes.

I must add that Johnny had some kind of seafood for lunch today and the office smells like...I don't want to say what it smells like. If you don't know what it smells like, then you are the reason I am not saying. If you do, then you will feel for me. I am getting ready to eat my own lunch, which I put off because Johnny's...ummm, seafood...smelled so bad I felt mildly nauseated. I don't know why, but I'm smelling it again, two hours later. Ick.

Of course, I should have no room to talk: I am eating miso soup, which has seaweed in it. That makes most people grimace and inevitably ask: "What does seaweed taste like?" I tell them it tastes like the ocean because that is the best way I know to describe it, but that is not wholly accurate. It tastes like the ocean in a good, salty, earthy way, not like you're tasting half the world's poop or anything. It strikes that same place in my brain that the smell of salt air does; it makes me happy and crave summer. I love the sea with Elven keeness, and I've never known why. There's just something about the smell and sight of water that makes me joyful. Hence the fact that miso soup is a favorite of mine at lunch.

So what all has been going on in my manic life? Monday night, I had insomnia. Big freaking surprise. So yesterday, I was exhausted, although I plugged through my story like a gal who had her full eight hours instead of a paltry four-and-a-half. Last night, we celebrated a mid-week nerd night--"we" being Bobby, Potter, and me--to make up for the fact that our hectic weekend prevented us from spending more than Friday night nerd night in the company of each other. (Bobby and I were together, of course, but Potter stayed home to celebrate Father's Day with ::gasp:: his father.) Potter met us in Ellicott City, and we had a fine supper at P.F. Chang's. P.F. Chang's is probably my favorite Asian food. I am not a huge fan of Asian food (despite the miso soup), but P.F. Chang's does all right by me. Part of it is the fact that they have a huge vegetarian menu with things that I never get to eat but there, like fiery eggplant and ma po tofu (which I got last night). Bobby and Potter would eat there every night, I think, if they could.

Our server was great. He was like a less flocculent version of Zachariah, from his mannerisms right down to the fact that he was a bona fide nerd who admitted to having a Ghostbuster's proton pack. That, of course, only enhanced the experience. We then headed next door to the movie theater to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which was a lot better than I thought it would be. The previews made it look good, but previews usually do that. Even stupid sh*t looks decent on the previews. (There are, of course, exceptions to this: Some things get vetoed with only a whiff of a preview!) Anyway M&MS looked funny, but I expected it to be the type of movie where all the best jokes are exhausted on the previews and adverts. Luckily, this was not the case; I laughed out loud, uproariously at parts. Yes, some of the humor was a bit canned, not something that you would expect to happen in real life. But look at the premise of the movie! That kind of thing doesn't happen in real life either! And there were situational moments that were just flat-out hilarious, like when the Smiths end up in a high-speed car chase in a minivan with a Jesus-fish on the back and John Smith hanging out the convenient sliding door to shoot at his pursuers. Someone also got ganked in the head with a golf club at this part, and three out of three nerds agree that getting ganked in the head with a golf club during a car chase makes you a sorry sot indeed.

Plus, it pokes easy fun at suburban yuppies. I love when Jane Smith gets praised for her housewifey sweater-set dress by her yuppie neighbor, then sits down and has on fishnets and knee-high lace up boots underneath. Now that's an outfit I would wear! Plus, Jane doesn't like kids. I get a feeling that this woman and I should hang out. (Question is, though, does she like Elves?)

Speaking of Elves, I was rolling balls-deep on the Elves last night. Everything came back to Elves to me, and while this is not unusual, then usually I can hold it in a bit. Not last night! There is a joke among our nerd friends that Potter is actually much older than he claims to be, that he is actually 29, married, and has three kids. Bobby asked him, "And you're working on five and six, right?" and my response was, "Jeez, Bobby, he's not Fëanor!" which earned me the highest mark of nerd shame: "Really, Dawn? Really?"

Then, because I was so tired, I actually slept, although I woke up exhausted anyway. But I seem to be doing pretty well now.

And tonight is one of those glorious nights with nothing to do! I am hoping to fill it with some sculpting and sewing, maybe a bit of painting. Dad got us the USB cable for our camera, so I have no excuse to not work on my army. There just aren't enough hours in the day.
Eagerly yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain

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