Seattle alt.polyflock, 5/30/01
May. 31st, 2001 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jinianOh, it was fun. I was cross due to the joys of womanhood, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I might have, but I had quite a good time.
Zarcana is a great game, and I managed to win my first time playing. I had a run of unusable cards at the beginning, which I think was handy because people tended to concentrate on killing each other instead of me. But that Bax mentioned my surprise winning tactic before I had a chance to use it, and nobody else had noticed it yet. Hmph. (I'm not mad, but that was a really annoying circumstance. And actually Susan could have completely screwed me over at the time he said it, and then I would have been mad.)
I got to give Elynne the beads I had for her (for values of Elynne equal to Jia, sort of), which was good, and showed her the new necklace I made, which is Summer Solstice. Pictures will be forthcoming at some point. She was properly admiring, which was a very good thing, since it looks like most people don't quite go into the correct sort of raptures. Wim was suitably impressed, too, so I guess it's okay that all and sundry aren't necklace-mad.
I am seeking beads that look like frogs' eggs for my next jewelry project. They need to be round and clear with black centers, pierced any old where. I've found some rectangular-prism-shaped clear beads with black holes through, and if they were round they'd do, but the squareness messes up the look of them too much.
I discovered that turning down hugs is very difficult even when I'm not in the mood and the request is phrased in the extreme oblique. I think it's because if I'm asking for a hug, I really want one, and I get disappointed easily. Maybe I should just let other people fend for themselves, I don't know. It's likely that they don't have my particular problem with disappointment anyway. (But it's bound to be rude if I only hug some of the people offering, isn't it? And that's what I wanted to do; there was a distinct hug threshold last night at a certain level of liking and familiarity, and I had to hug below it to be polite.)
On the way home I predicted disaster while trying to escape West Seattle, which is the only way to ensure that the driver will move to the left quickly enough. Bax knew what he was doing anyway. Also on the way home, I received an extremely peculiar proposition, which caused me to giggle silently for some few minutes.
The thing about the Safeway manager came up in the car fairly close to home. (I may post about that at some point; suffice it to say that the manager of the nearby Safeway is a complete asshole.) So I told the whole story, I suspect in a slightly disjointed fashion because it still really makes me mad. I don't like the fact that so many of the memories that are really engraved on my mind are of being exceedingly angry. Another example is the story of Kylee and the preschool teacher.
Anyway, overall a good evening, I'd say. I'm looking forward to tonight, too, when I get to spend time with Wim and maybe go get books two and three of a trilogy.
Zarcana is a great game, and I managed to win my first time playing. I had a run of unusable cards at the beginning, which I think was handy because people tended to concentrate on killing each other instead of me. But that Bax mentioned my surprise winning tactic before I had a chance to use it, and nobody else had noticed it yet. Hmph. (I'm not mad, but that was a really annoying circumstance. And actually Susan could have completely screwed me over at the time he said it, and then I would have been mad.)
I got to give Elynne the beads I had for her (for values of Elynne equal to Jia, sort of), which was good, and showed her the new necklace I made, which is Summer Solstice. Pictures will be forthcoming at some point. She was properly admiring, which was a very good thing, since it looks like most people don't quite go into the correct sort of raptures. Wim was suitably impressed, too, so I guess it's okay that all and sundry aren't necklace-mad.
I am seeking beads that look like frogs' eggs for my next jewelry project. They need to be round and clear with black centers, pierced any old where. I've found some rectangular-prism-shaped clear beads with black holes through, and if they were round they'd do, but the squareness messes up the look of them too much.
I discovered that turning down hugs is very difficult even when I'm not in the mood and the request is phrased in the extreme oblique. I think it's because if I'm asking for a hug, I really want one, and I get disappointed easily. Maybe I should just let other people fend for themselves, I don't know. It's likely that they don't have my particular problem with disappointment anyway. (But it's bound to be rude if I only hug some of the people offering, isn't it? And that's what I wanted to do; there was a distinct hug threshold last night at a certain level of liking and familiarity, and I had to hug below it to be polite.)
On the way home I predicted disaster while trying to escape West Seattle, which is the only way to ensure that the driver will move to the left quickly enough. Bax knew what he was doing anyway. Also on the way home, I received an extremely peculiar proposition, which caused me to giggle silently for some few minutes.
The thing about the Safeway manager came up in the car fairly close to home. (I may post about that at some point; suffice it to say that the manager of the nearby Safeway is a complete asshole.) So I told the whole story, I suspect in a slightly disjointed fashion because it still really makes me mad. I don't like the fact that so many of the memories that are really engraved on my mind are of being exceedingly angry. Another example is the story of Kylee and the preschool teacher.
Anyway, overall a good evening, I'd say. I'm looking forward to tonight, too, when I get to spend time with Wim and maybe go get books two and three of a trilogy.
