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May. 24th, 2001 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danuv4 something pm and all is quiet. Rhiannon, Isadora and Greg are all asleep in various rooms of the house leaving pretty much only this one or the kitchen for me. God knows I need to stay out of the kitchen. There are bad bad things there. . . things which call to me and say "Oooo I am so yummy come and eat me!" To which I say "No! I shall NOT!".
Ok well um, feelin a bit goofy. Must have been that ice cream sandwich I succumbed to. I bought them for the kids.
Greg got his new microphone for his new mini disc recorder and he kept making recordings of me yesterday. How farkin annoying. He got one of me letting out a stream of cuss words after I died for the 15th time in Phantasy Star Online. He also got a funny one of Rhiannon saying "money money". Rhiannon is learning her colors now except the only one I can get her to name consistently is 'black'.
I had a few brief moments of deep thought yesterday while contemplating my relationships with women throughout my life. I've only had a couple of close friends who were women. Maybe it's the way I deal with arguments or disagreements. Many of the girls I've known fight like cats. They really go at it when someone makes them angry or hurts them. I usually keep quiet and walk away. Only in the past couple of years have I started to be a little more aggressive. I wish I had a really close female friend sometimes. I think there is something valuable there I am missing. Maybe not.
Music music music.... switching topics... I need to listen to some of my music soon. When Greg is here all I usually hear is his stuff. He picks everything out. Greg is a music person... and I mean he cares about the sounds not the lyrics. I am a lyric person. Music is secondary to me. I need the lyrics to carry the emotion or the meaning and be supported by the music. Greg wants a unique audio experience unless he is depressed in which case he wants Depeche Mode. Now, his stuff is interesting. Today he was playing... dernit what was that something with an M... he said it was IDM. Tomas hates that term. He wants to know what is intelligent about it. Whatever it was it wasn't bad but neither was it very moving or emotional at all. I don't have a problem with that but I need something more. Today when we go out I think I'll make him play Leonard Cohen... nah that's not very good driving music.... I'll think of something. He has his new Coil cds but I think that might scare the babies. :)
Sheesh I am feeling babbly.
Ok well um, feelin a bit goofy. Must have been that ice cream sandwich I succumbed to. I bought them for the kids.
Greg got his new microphone for his new mini disc recorder and he kept making recordings of me yesterday. How farkin annoying. He got one of me letting out a stream of cuss words after I died for the 15th time in Phantasy Star Online. He also got a funny one of Rhiannon saying "money money". Rhiannon is learning her colors now except the only one I can get her to name consistently is 'black'.
I had a few brief moments of deep thought yesterday while contemplating my relationships with women throughout my life. I've only had a couple of close friends who were women. Maybe it's the way I deal with arguments or disagreements. Many of the girls I've known fight like cats. They really go at it when someone makes them angry or hurts them. I usually keep quiet and walk away. Only in the past couple of years have I started to be a little more aggressive. I wish I had a really close female friend sometimes. I think there is something valuable there I am missing. Maybe not.
Music music music.... switching topics... I need to listen to some of my music soon. When Greg is here all I usually hear is his stuff. He picks everything out. Greg is a music person... and I mean he cares about the sounds not the lyrics. I am a lyric person. Music is secondary to me. I need the lyrics to carry the emotion or the meaning and be supported by the music. Greg wants a unique audio experience unless he is depressed in which case he wants Depeche Mode. Now, his stuff is interesting. Today he was playing... dernit what was that something with an M... he said it was IDM. Tomas hates that term. He wants to know what is intelligent about it. Whatever it was it wasn't bad but neither was it very moving or emotional at all. I don't have a problem with that but I need something more. Today when we go out I think I'll make him play Leonard Cohen... nah that's not very good driving music.... I'll think of something. He has his new Coil cds but I think that might scare the babies. :)
Sheesh I am feeling babbly.
