I think we’re a bit overdue for another open thread for personal stuff. As per usual, no trolls, no flames, no being a butthead.
I’ll paste in some recent personal comments from other threads.
Categories
Open Thread for Personal Stuff: November Rain Edition
*accepts hugs happily*
*Sir demands his own share*
kittehs – *offers hugs* Man, I really, really, really HATE jerkbrain.
Ally – *also offers hugs*
*hugs kitteh* but Sir, how uncouth of you to demand such physical contact from people you only know through your Lady talking to them via a magical box! *offers Sir hugs too*
Hey, I don’t get to break out Victorian time traveller often. I realize I’m a few centuries off, and in the wrong language, but magic box!
::puts big pile of kitty cuddles in the hug barrel::
RE: Ally
It’s totally okay to be proud of that. Hell, I take pride in making my rapist cry when I kicked his ass to the curb! No shame in schadenfreude.
RE: Kittehs
Yeah, that’s a rough place to be. I don’t have those jerkbrain qualms anymore, but I figure it’s different for me, I’ve got Mac fronting and doing shit when I’m unavailable, and I’m just as “imaginary” as he is. Plus he has skills I don’t have, so it’s easier.
The thing to remember is that he chose YOU. And even if you doubt yourself, it’s terribly rude not to respect that.
LOL, Argenti! I think he’s been brainwashed by the Furrinati and is feeling Deprived. He was talking this morning about how poor little cats are always deprived and what terrible servants humans are (this while Katie was sitting on his shoulder, mind you).
Magic box, now I’m thinking of a cross between the TARDIS and the Magic Roundabout. 😀
LBT, all the non-contact hugs you want, thank you.
I’m getting Told You So vibes from someone here.
Y’know there wasn’t an appropriate time to bring it up before, but a few days back I read the part on your blog where you talk about the pain you went through wondering if you were real, and how Miranda (iirc) argued you out of that (using her Logical Kidneys, no doubt). That was so moving.
Your reality is real, I thank you for speaking to my lady, I thank all our friends, you are such.
That was him, and he’s smiling.
Well, we are terrible servants, sometimes we refuse to leave them in certain rooms unattended! (Look kitty, I love you and all, but you freak out my fish)
What’s a magic roundabout though? I know what a roundabout is (though people look at me weird when I call them that, they’re traffic circles here), but how’s one get to be magic?
Y’all are making me want to cry, but in a good way. I’m going to offer all the hugs, and take a few myself.
Ahaha, The Magic Roundabout was a kids’ show (French originally, and a British version) in the 60s. Roundabout in this case = carousel or merry-go-round. I used to watch it when I was very little.
http://youtu.be/c3DcChXNyYQ
RE: Kittyserf
No problem. I’ve gotten pretty good at breaking those thought-loops, since they plagued me for a while and generally made me an insufferable ass to be around. The things I put Mac through, back before we were together…!
LBT – I just know that one of these days Mac and Louis are going to sit down and do the Husbands Sympathising With Each Other thing.
It Is
Mac says “Bisexual dead guy party!”
Though, to be fair, we only knew each other personally for about three months before we dated. And I only ‘knew’ him in the most casual of ways before that for a few years. Part of why I was so unpleasantly surprised when he showed up; you expect Kirk or Spock, not Redshirt #5.
::ruptures self laughing so hard::
Dude, if Spock is Specialist Grey would you really want to be dating him?! Just think about that for a minute.
I think my genitals have shriveled.
I’m just thinking … park benches. It always seems to happen on park benches.
But that’s not ‘cos of anything physical happening, it’s all memories! 😛
On which TMI note, I’m outta here. Later!
RE: Argenti
Ew. Why would you say such things, Argenti? Especially since Grey is my husband’s personal cockblock?
That’s why! Mac’s Spock is genital shriveling.
My husband says you are a terrible person and he will never name his children after you.
Beagle kisses for all who want them!
Extra kisses for fellow human pillows for the furrinati (and anyone who smells like/has food).
Like he was going to name his kids Argenti in the first place! (Oh dear gods tell me you didn’t mean my legal name? In which case let me channel grumpy cat — GOOD!)
My sister is home! I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until I didn’t have to spend all day at the hospital, since she could take the day shift. And today my mother was able to say “one two three four five” when before this she couldn’t get more than one word out clearly at a time. So, yay — progress may be slow, but I’ll take it. Unfortunately, it looks like she will be spending her 2nd favorite holiday (Christmas) in a rehab center.
Now, brain bleach (if I already posted this I will just point to my very tired brain and apologize, but it’s really cute):