i really like it here
Sep. 27th, 2004 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
learnteachwhat does that say about me?
Here is the internet cafe.
of course, it is more complicated. Here I feel more competent and connected. Here I don't have to put up with the conspiracy of LOL or especially Chrysta, who is as insulting as she can get away with ( being helpful today, I poured for the wine tasting. She asked, in an obvously nasty voice, how long I had been a butler. I said "Sommieler" and she snorted.... ) (others are more down on her. She's equal oppurtunity nasty. Apparently there's a story that this happens a lot with the elderhostel tour: family sends unpleasant relative out of town for a while. That's according to the group leader.)
Here I can book the rest of my trip. Here I can play computer games, catch tunes on the radio, email with people in my life who aren't shackled by fear (street people are dangerous, all the cities are running down, we need more security measures...)
most of the people are very nice some smart some even have some common interests but they're all talking grandkids and the end of their life...strange place to see from here. but some of the places these guys have been, some of the things they've seen/done are very cool.
{one asked my mom if the family had done a fat intervention with me. wow; the mind boggles. perhaps a computer intervention might help, but no one reading this is going to assist with that.)
Today did laundry, read local moto mag (k1200r has canted engine) cleaned gear. tasted chanin de burgogne which is champagne (pretty good) without the regional appellation. Understanding AOC much much better and getting ok at pairing wine and cheese. Still xorking on velveeta. lunch chicken in mushroom soup; dinner lamb stew.
back on in a few days.
Here is the internet cafe.
of course, it is more complicated. Here I feel more competent and connected. Here I don't have to put up with the conspiracy of LOL or especially Chrysta, who is as insulting as she can get away with ( being helpful today, I poured for the wine tasting. She asked, in an obvously nasty voice, how long I had been a butler. I said "Sommieler" and she snorted.... ) (others are more down on her. She's equal oppurtunity nasty. Apparently there's a story that this happens a lot with the elderhostel tour: family sends unpleasant relative out of town for a while. That's according to the group leader.)
Here I can book the rest of my trip. Here I can play computer games, catch tunes on the radio, email with people in my life who aren't shackled by fear (street people are dangerous, all the cities are running down, we need more security measures...)
most of the people are very nice some smart some even have some common interests but they're all talking grandkids and the end of their life...strange place to see from here. but some of the places these guys have been, some of the things they've seen/done are very cool.
{one asked my mom if the family had done a fat intervention with me. wow; the mind boggles. perhaps a computer intervention might help, but no one reading this is going to assist with that.)
Today did laundry, read local moto mag (k1200r has canted engine) cleaned gear. tasted chanin de burgogne which is champagne (pretty good) without the regional appellation. Understanding AOC much much better and getting ok at pairing wine and cheese. Still xorking on velveeta. lunch chicken in mushroom soup; dinner lamb stew.
back on in a few days.
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Date: 2004-09-27 02:33 pm (UTC)Pity about the nasty person. Mom had an "odd bird" on her Elderhostel tour (Oz and NZ) but not nasty.
I've been wondering recently about the culture that is passed on from kid-to-kid -- you know, the urban legends taken as fact, the Rudolph the Fast Gunned Cowboy song (several people I know invented it in their own time, but the words are pretty much uniform). Most folks grow out of that childhood culture by their teens (and into another one.) I wonder if there's a similar culture of fear that you end up falling into when you get old?