Downward

[rinue]

I'm having one of those awful days where I feel like some kind of inhuman troll and dwell on everything I've ever misstated or misunderstood and every time somebody has looked at me funny and assume that I'm a terrible person who people find compelling but ultimately horrifying and alien. I've tried going to the cartoon museum and buying myself funny badges, but it hasn't helped. Nor has chocolate cake. I'll be going to a BBC comedy taping in a few minutes (about Blechley Park, no less), which might make a difference, but, really, what I could use right now is my friends.

I know this is stupid, but if you can, please say something nice about me in the comments - some time I helped you out or we had a fun time together. It can be little. Please, nothing clever and backhandedly nice about me being likeable despite something, or being powerful and evil; I couldn't handle it right now.

Comments

The thing with the thing and the thing!

[bluezybunny.livejournal.com]

You make Ciro happy. Ooh! You commented on my Easter thingy!

You've offered me touching tales of romance!

And topics of intrigue.

-Bluezy Bunny

Re: The thing with the thing and the thing!

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Bluez. I love the way you punctuated this comment; it makes the topics of intrigue sound all the more intriguing.

[pinkheadriot.livejournal.com]

I love you because no matter what I do you are supportive of me. You always make me feel like I am someone special and that I am worth something. I've never told you thank you for it before, but thank you:) You are an awesome, beautiful person who I am grateful to know;)

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Aw, man, you are someone special - it doesn't take a genius to see it. If you don't believe me, just ask Ed - although, of course, she is a genius and may therefore not prove my point. Thank you.

[azzy23.livejournal.com]

This may sound dumb, but you've never ever disappointed me. Not in any way, ever. EVERYONE disappoints me. We're humans, it's inevitable, right? But you haven't. You've been unpredictably interesting and predictably yourself, alternately, when required. In a very short time, you gained more of my trust than some people I've known for years.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Wow. Thank you. I will do my best to continue to behave in a way that is reasonable, even if beset by ninja princesses holding nerve gas guns.

[iridesce-sent.livejournal.com]

You do something that I deeply admire (whereas admiration is only so deep, deep admiration borders on intense respect) and enjoy: You keep talk intelligent. I have always had a fabulous time of being around you, because you up the Smarts Ante. Your mind is a working of Popeil-ish proportions (and I mean that in the most flattering, slicing-dicing-even-making-great-fries kind of way)!

[rinue.livejournal.com]

LOL I had forgotten all about the thing that scrambles eggs inside their shells. Therefore, this comment has improved my life immeasurably. I am now compelled to develop some kind of hybrid Popeil device that scrambles eggs inside their shells, then injects them into the core of some meat, then juliennes the meat/egg combination. Cuisine, meet your terminus.

[oddment.livejournal.com]

When I was having a particularly rough time a few years ago, you made it clear that you were there to defend me even though I needed help and couldn't quite accept it (which I think is terrifically hard to do--just to persist in giving someone love when they react to it so weirdly); you've been more understanding about some more recent things than most people seem able to manage; I love that you put new things in my head, which is difficult for me to talk about because it seems to be something that most of the people I feel close to do, easily--just the exchange of images and ideas perhaps--and yet I'm afraid that describing it implies a fixed teacher-student relationship or an exploitive one, rather than a pure delight. I'm glad I know you.

(I hope you're feeling a bit better and realize fully I'm all kinds of late coming to this, but psh, I'd still like to have tea with you if and when some combination of travels and road-trips and coincident points on the map allows.)

[rinue.livejournal.com]

I am indeed feeling much better, thank you, not least because of this. It is good to know that the only reason we are not having tea and petit fours right now is because of the tyranny of geography. Shall have to invent some kind of teleportation device immediately - or in the future, provided I then also develop a time travel device and bring the teleporter back to to the present.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Also, definitely likewise on the new ideas and thinking. I'm glad you are posting frequently again. It's great.

[achates.livejournal.com]

Once, right after we first met, you and I were hanging out prior to me going to work that evening. This was when I still worked the night shift at Texaco. We'd gone to Sonic to get some food. I was sitting indian-style on one of the tables, and you were nearby dancing absentmindedly to the music that was being piped in. Just a dumb little dance for the sake of not being still, but I remember smiling at you bemusedly. I remember your own smile as you became a little self concious and asked me why I was chuckling. And y'know, I still remember that night sometimes and laugh to myself.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

I do remember that. It's one of very few times I've ever been to a sonic - it's pretty much then, and a few times with Val when we lived in McKinney. There's not much going on in McKinney, and we were ever ready to exaggerate the novelty and adventure of things like grocery stores, sidewalks, and llamas. Which I kind of miss - not the being in McKinney, but the determination to make McKinney seem grandiose. It's just not as much of a challenge with London. LOL.

The Texaco days were good times. Also: we need to play Scrabble, ideally with Val along to keep words silly and unreasonable.

[valancy.livejournal.com]

I can talk to you and know you'll make me feel more powerful and in control and wise than I really am, no matter how I felt before.

When you dress up, you appear magical - like a flaming blue butterfly alongside wood moths. Penny Lane if she'd gone to the party of "real people."

Your skin glows like something out of English myth.



I'm terribly tired, and while not in nearly so much pain as earlier, not entirely fabulous. Miss you.