GeeCee's Not-Entirely-Original Miscellany

Still alive. I keep feeling like I should write here more often, but then I never quite get around to it. I'm spending more time on Facebook because it seems suited to the random linkspam and one-liners that seem to be most of what I'm capable of these days. :-/ (If you want to hook up on Facebook, my FB URL is in the contact info sticky entry, top page of my journal. I think I have it set so I don't turn up in searches.)

So, let's see; what's happened lately?

++ So JoCo Cruise Crazy 2 was a thing. A week in the Caribbean with a bunch of nerds on a boat? How could that not be good? (Don't answer that, says the woman who spent part of her cruise reading a book that talked in part about ships being taken out by massive freak waves. *laugh*) Last year's discovery: John Roderick (who I guess I knew sort of since I'd heard a few Long Winters tracks on XM). This year's: Scott Barkan, who I've seen a few times accompanying Marian Call. One of the highlights of the cruise for me was the solo show he played as one of the non-official SeaMonkey activities. Other highlights: the live Paul & Storm podcast taping, with Joseph Scrimshaw as Ed McMahon; Marian Call accompanying MC Frontalot on "Spoiler Alert" (because when are you ever going to see that again?); joining a large group of SeaMonkeys for dinner on Aruba and randomly picking an awesome place (they were playing a promo for "Stand By Me" with Wil Wheaton when we walked on, which was clearly A Sign); the Second Annual Paul F. Tompkins Memorial Moustache Formal and Feztravaganza. (Our attire, with bonus photobomb by PaulandStorm [S] which cracks me up every time I see it.) Also, "sluice box mucking", "value papers", "king hat", and ooh, BURN!. I should write about the cruise more later; someone remind me. :)


? There was someone at dinner one night on the cruise who was the spitting image of someone I miss dreadfully in his early 20s. It was...disconcerting.

+ Already registered for JCCC3, to be held sometime in Feb. or Mar. of next year.

- My NP wants me to go for a second round of bloodwork because my physical indicated that it's possible I'm in the early stages of hypothyroidism. Huzzah!

-- I just yesterday got a notice that my insurance company is denying my claim for any of the work on my two crowns as "medically unnecessary"; of course this happens between the time the temporary crowns went on and my appointment next week to get the permanent ones installed. Not that they were going to cover much of it anyway since crowns + associated work = ~3k and yearly max dental benefit TOTAL = 1500. But still, I don't want to be on the hook for that other 1k or so that was left in my benefit. Time to swing by the dentist and ask the to kick up a fuss, I guess. Meh.

Today is Setting Orange, day 8 in the season of The Aftermath, 3271.

For two nights in a row now, I've dreamed that something awful had happened to a dear friend of mine, and I don't have a particularly timely way to get in touch with this person to find out if they're okay. Given a situation going on elsewhere on my f-list, I think I'm particularly sensitive to that sort of thing right at the moment. I hope it's just my brain choosing to manifest my general low-level anxiety in that way, as our long-running conversation hasn't come to a good stopping point yet. [Edit: It's just my stupid brain, all is well. At least as well as can be expected. And now I'm stuck with a mental image of this person running around the apartment yelling "Woman!!!" and periodically banging on pot lids, which is much more entertaining than what I had been thinking earlier.]

Right then, what else is going on with me today? I hate Windows, particularly screwy permissions issues. I'm trying to figure out if I can/should withdraw from my program design class because I just can't make myself sit down and do the homework. I have yet to figure out what sort of costume I'm going to wear this weekend to whichever of the parties I end up at, although I suspect that since I don't feel like going shopping (call the doctor, something's obviously not right with me!) I'll either wear the purple fairy costume from last year or else try to resurrect the fairy gothmother from a few years ago, sans the giant black and burgundy feather wings; either way, it'll give me an excuse to wear my drool-worthy boots again. =) I'm looking forward to going to have a beer or three and listen to good music at IOTA on Sunday night. I get to do some investigation on laptop prices in hopes of persuading the people who write the checks that when my desktop gets replaced next financial year, it should be replaced with a laptop and a docking station. Tonight's plan involves more data entry into LibraryThing and plotting out the best way to take advantage of another 0% balance transfer offer to allow me to pay off and cancel a few of my cards. I got another effective (large) credit limit increase, and now I have theoretically close to 40% of my annual income in available credit. I could buy a new car on credit cards, if it was all available. That is so not good, especiallly for someone as fiscally irresponsible as I am. Will pay them off and cancel them as I go, keeping the two with the best APRs when I'm done.

Babbling temporarily interrupted by a concall. Last one of the week, at least.

Someone who I've been looking for on and off for about ten years now just reappeared on the face of the earth and showed up in my journal. I hadn't heard anything from or about him since the summer we worked together almost 11 years ago, and I can't explain how utterly thrilled I am to know that he's still alive and remembers me. It's...a very long story, but the short version is that because of him I realized that one really could be in love with more than one person at a time, even if there was nothing to be done about it other than a dramatic farewell kiss.

Between this and my former fiance reappearing recently (both of which are good things), it's been nostalgia central lately. I will have to assume that I have google to thank for both these things. I know that B. (the former fiance) found me because he was searching google for something utterly unrelated to me, but somehow my URL ended up in his search results. I'll have to see how the other one came about.