suspicions confirmed
Jan. 16th, 2026 08:59 amYeah, there's been a certain quality of life improvement with the lower hormone dose. Plus, I don't go through my stockpile as quickly. 5.2 mg/week of estradiol it is.
All of a sudden over the last week I've been sleeping seven or eight hours a night, all in one stretch with an occasional short break. What changed?
Nothing on purpose, but this accidentally: this past Friday, when it was time to inject my beloved girl 'roids, I was using up the last of a vial*. Wayell, I didn't quite have a full dose left in the vial; I was about 7% short of what I've been using in recent months**. I didn't feel like opening another vial just for that.
Why might a reduction in dosage help me sleep? Estradiol does make you retain water; my longer sleep interruptions did tend to start out as bathroom breaks.
Given that a) my breasts are just about as big as I want them to be, depending on the bra, and b) Dr. Funnyname has warned me about the consequences of long-term hormone use, maybe I'll just back off.
*The FDA at least used to say that you're not supposed to use more than two doses out of a 5 ml vial. That's bullpucky, and in my opinion a possible scam to make more money from a cheap drug. Trans folks have been using up their vials since decades before I started doing it in 2010.
**Which is about 40% more than I was actually prescribed several years ago. Ahem.
Nothing on purpose, but this accidentally: this past Friday, when it was time to inject my beloved girl 'roids, I was using up the last of a vial*. Wayell, I didn't quite have a full dose left in the vial; I was about 7% short of what I've been using in recent months**. I didn't feel like opening another vial just for that.
Why might a reduction in dosage help me sleep? Estradiol does make you retain water; my longer sleep interruptions did tend to start out as bathroom breaks.
Given that a) my breasts are just about as big as I want them to be, depending on the bra, and b) Dr. Funnyname has warned me about the consequences of long-term hormone use, maybe I'll just back off.
*The FDA at least used to say that you're not supposed to use more than two doses out of a 5 ml vial. That's bullpucky, and in my opinion a possible scam to make more money from a cheap drug. Trans folks have been using up their vials since decades before I started doing it in 2010.
**Which is about 40% more than I was actually prescribed several years ago. Ahem.
Salad success!
Jan. 13th, 2026 09:26 pmThe Wendling concurs that it's a hit.
2 parts each of:oregano, dried thyme, dried basil, dried garlic powder and one part each of:
2 parts each of:
- onion powder
- salt
- MSG
a pleasant Sunday
Jan. 12th, 2026 07:06 amYesterday's outing was lunch in the International District with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tylik. Much talk. Very noodle. Wow. Spotted an anti-ICE sign, partly in Chinese, in the window of a business. Nun-approved.
Skipped nap in favor of doing laundry. Got eight hours of nearly uninterrupted sleep. Maybe there's a connection, but gift horses.
tylik. Much talk. Very noodle. Wow. Spotted an anti-ICE sign, partly in Chinese, in the window of a business. Nun-approved.Skipped nap in favor of doing laundry. Got eight hours of nearly uninterrupted sleep. Maybe there's a connection, but gift horses.
Nun visits a nostalgia factory.
Jan. 10th, 2026 04:34 pmWeeks ago, the Tickler, got excited for Darkwave Mixtape's and Lovecats'* gig at Nectar, which happens to be in my neighborhood. And why? Because Lovecats were going to do an entire set of covers of the Cure, natch, and the Tickler is a huge fan of the Cure. (They're also a huge fan of Depeche Mode and can identify even the deepest cut of DM in about one bar.)
So down the hill we went, nomming at Made In House** and going to Nectar. I felt a bit underdressed with the kids all gothed up to the max, and some of the elders all dolled up normie style. But not to worry: the only table we found was in a drafty corner, so I put on the Coat and was fine.
Fidelity to the original? Uncanny. If the guy at the mixer board hadn't made some mistakes, I might have though they were faking it. I guess they knew their audience.
Spotted: C, Diminutive,aaminahlefae, and that whole gang. I believe they know people in at least one of the bands.
Do I appreciate the Cure more? Grudgingly, yes. The Tickler wrote down the playlist and gave it to me.
Dancer is here. Must dash!
*If that sounds familiar, it's because I've written here about Prom Date Mixtape, with whom Darkwave shares personnel. It's another 80's cover band.
**They do dinner these days. Aw, yeah.
So down the hill we went, nomming at Made In House** and going to Nectar. I felt a bit underdressed with the kids all gothed up to the max, and some of the elders all dolled up normie style. But not to worry: the only table we found was in a drafty corner, so I put on the Coat and was fine.
Fidelity to the original? Uncanny. If the guy at the mixer board hadn't made some mistakes, I might have though they were faking it. I guess they knew their audience.
Spotted: C, Diminutive,
aaminahlefae, and that whole gang. I believe they know people in at least one of the bands.Do I appreciate the Cure more? Grudgingly, yes. The Tickler wrote down the playlist and gave it to me.
Dancer is here. Must dash!
*If that sounds familiar, it's because I've written here about Prom Date Mixtape, with whom Darkwave shares personnel. It's another 80's cover band.
**They do dinner these days. Aw, yeah.
Nun runs out of... juice.
Jan. 8th, 2026 05:02 pmThere's one particular consequence of estrogen use that's sometimes observed and even joked about among trans women. ( Discussion of the impact of hormones on sexual organs under the cut. )
Nun gets payback at the Blue Moon.
Jan. 7th, 2026 08:42 amCelebrated going off call with one of Brit Jean's FLINTA* open decks nights at the Blue Moon. I'd missed two of her nights in as many weeks, so it felt like payback.
I got to see, but not hear, Onyx; I still have to go to work this morning. But I did get to hear Hazelwood, Juju, and Miss Min D, who brought the sweet, sweet house music. Miss Min D even introduced herself as I was sitting, drinking a beer, and head-bopping. As always with open decks nights, there was one DJ I just wasn't feeling: River. Kids these days and their uppers, or something. But! It was a most enjoyable night out, and I even went to bed at a reasonable hour.
*Female, lesbian, intersex, non-binary, trans, and agender. I like it better than ABCD — anyone but cis dudes.
I got to see, but not hear, Onyx; I still have to go to work this morning. But I did get to hear Hazelwood, Juju, and Miss Min D, who brought the sweet, sweet house music. Miss Min D even introduced herself as I was sitting, drinking a beer, and head-bopping. As always with open decks nights, there was one DJ I just wasn't feeling: River. Kids these days and their uppers, or something. But! It was a most enjoyable night out, and I even went to bed at a reasonable hour.
*Female, lesbian, intersex, non-binary, trans, and agender. I like it better than ABCD — anyone but cis dudes.
No post yesterday because I was in headless chicken mode.
A mercifully aggro-free if late night at Lambert House, both with the trans group and with crunching the numbers. Every once in a while, someone enters the same youth twice, and this causes problems for statistical reporting. B the volunteer manager and I do our best to fix it, but last night things still weren't quite square. Even if I'd wanted to stay until 0200 to fix things as I did in years past with Ken the director looking over my shoulder, that would have been a rotten thing to spring on B. He's responsible for closing up the "house". (Yes, we're still at St. Mark's carriage house, but only until June.)
I'm off call as of this morning. I shall celebrate this evening, one way or another.
A mercifully aggro-free if late night at Lambert House, both with the trans group and with crunching the numbers. Every once in a while, someone enters the same youth twice, and this causes problems for statistical reporting. B the volunteer manager and I do our best to fix it, but last night things still weren't quite square. Even if I'd wanted to stay until 0200 to fix things as I did in years past with Ken the director looking over my shoulder, that would have been a rotten thing to spring on B. He's responsible for closing up the "house". (Yes, we're still at St. Mark's carriage house, but only until June.)
I'm off call as of this morning. I shall celebrate this evening, one way or another.
brief but productive night out
Jan. 4th, 2026 11:33 amWent to Caturday at the Mercury in my pink Alice in Wonderland costume because I'd received a gift of sparkly pink cat ears to go with them. Chatted with A&J. Met a future Burning Man campmate! And on my way out the door, fairly early because I have an errand to run with the Wendling in a few minutes, Suburban K**, whom I've dated a few times but not lately — she lives waaay out in the suburbs and yet somehow goes out on weeknights — said she wanted to get together again soon. I just might!
*Why must J be so attractive yet heterosexual? Why?
**I could have sworn I had a better moniker for her, but I can't find it.
*Why must J be so attractive yet heterosexual? Why?
**I could have sworn I had a better moniker for her, but I can't find it.
sleep nonsense
Jan. 3rd, 2026 09:25 amGood: I got about eight hours of sleep last night.
Bad: It took twelve hours, 1930-2330 and then 0330-0730.
Bad: It took twelve hours, 1930-2330 and then 0330-0730.
Grumpy New Year
Jan. 2nd, 2026 11:45 amI should have known I was in trouble when, after going to bed at 0230, I woke up not much later than 0630. I did my usual morning things like bike to the supermarket, which was open by the time I got there.
But even after drinking a pot of tea, I crashed hard at about 1230. I thereby missed the annual day rave at the Monkey Loft, which I'd already bought a ticket for, plus C's mellow "Ow My Head" party. Even if I'd managed not to sleep, I got paged for on-call duties something like six times yesterday, mostly in the afternoon. There were no major disasters, thank Goddess, but there was a steady trickle of chores that couldn't wait.
I'm now feeling that the universe owes me some groove and/or fun. Hey, at least my house is clean because I wanted it to be ready for Dancer on New Year's Eve. And I'm stocked up on groceries. And my iron skillet is re-seasoned. And I've actually caught up on sleep.
But even after drinking a pot of tea, I crashed hard at about 1230. I thereby missed the annual day rave at the Monkey Loft, which I'd already bought a ticket for, plus C's mellow "Ow My Head" party. Even if I'd managed not to sleep, I got paged for on-call duties something like six times yesterday, mostly in the afternoon. There were no major disasters, thank Goddess, but there was a steady trickle of chores that couldn't wait.
I'm now feeling that the universe owes me some groove and/or fun. Hey, at least my house is clean because I wanted it to be ready for Dancer on New Year's Eve. And I'm stocked up on groceries. And my iron skillet is re-seasoned. And I've actually caught up on sleep.
New Year's Eve cluster turns out OK.
Jan. 1st, 2026 08:36 amDancer & I had arranged to go to the Mercury last night, but then it got foggy, and I don't mean lightly. Said Dancer early yesterday evening, there were already three accidents on I-5 between her place and mine. Between poor conditions and motorized drunks, she really didn't wanna come up, and I didn't blame her.
I had a plan B, or so I thought: ravey goodness that was to be the last night at that venue. I had the mistaken and outdated impression that I could pay at the door. Nope. It sold out minutes after I heard from Dancer.
OK, so stag at the Merc it was. I poured myself into my 50th birthday outfit plus mask, only with more practical boots because I took transit*. I don't regret that decision.
A certain vile ex was there, but A spotted him recoiling from her and me at our usual table. It is to laugh. Temptress was there, but he wasn't sitting with her. That can only be a good thing.
Got to see Shiny G, who recently had a nasty breakup with Shiny H. I commended her for staying classy; she grasped the implications and raised her eyebrows. She does seem to be recovering nicely, though. I hope to see more of her in the future.
I do love seeing the Merc full of people dressed up more than usual. The eye candy was nun-approved, perhaps especially DJ JQ in brand new latex. Ahem.
Left shortly after midnight. Had reasonable transit mojo, especially considering the hour. Nommed cornbread I'd made.** Was in bed by 0230.
New Year's resolution: find a girlfriend who lives in the same county as I do. Freaks preferred, naturally.
*The (Metro) buses were free and advertised themselves as such. The (Sound Transit) trains were also apparently free, but there was no way to tell that, at least until you tapped your card on the reader. Bizarre.
**Betsutenjin, the ramen joint, was closed. I guess their management isn't completely evil.
I had a plan B, or so I thought: ravey goodness that was to be the last night at that venue. I had the mistaken and outdated impression that I could pay at the door. Nope. It sold out minutes after I heard from Dancer.
OK, so stag at the Merc it was. I poured myself into my 50th birthday outfit plus mask, only with more practical boots because I took transit*. I don't regret that decision.
A certain vile ex was there, but A spotted him recoiling from her and me at our usual table. It is to laugh. Temptress was there, but he wasn't sitting with her. That can only be a good thing.
Got to see Shiny G, who recently had a nasty breakup with Shiny H. I commended her for staying classy; she grasped the implications and raised her eyebrows. She does seem to be recovering nicely, though. I hope to see more of her in the future.
I do love seeing the Merc full of people dressed up more than usual. The eye candy was nun-approved, perhaps especially DJ JQ in brand new latex. Ahem.
Left shortly after midnight. Had reasonable transit mojo, especially considering the hour. Nommed cornbread I'd made.** Was in bed by 0230.
New Year's resolution: find a girlfriend who lives in the same county as I do. Freaks preferred, naturally.
*The (Metro) buses were free and advertised themselves as such. The (Sound Transit) trains were also apparently free, but there was no way to tell that, at least until you tapped your card on the reader. Bizarre.
**Betsutenjin, the ramen joint, was closed. I guess their management isn't completely evil.
Choose your own omen.
Dec. 31st, 2025 04:45 pmOn Sunday I saw red-tailed hawk (?) pin a pigeon to the ground about twenty feet right in front of me. I stood still for a few seconds as the hawk and I stared at each other. Even the pigeon looked at me. They were right next to the sidewalk, so I decided to walk in the street to keep a respectful distance.
It felt like an omen. I told Tacoma Girl, whose dad was a classicist. According to her, the Romans would have said it meant victory in battle. The Greeks, the death of a child. I like the Roman version better, so I'll take that one. Tacoma Girl, characteristically, reminded me that omens are bullpucky.
Besides, I'm not exactly looking for a battle. I would have made a terrible Roman. But if there's any moral here — and that's highly dubious — it's to choose your own omen, and do it consciously.
Mental note: I should check that spot for pigeon remains on my way to my New Year's Eve outing.
It felt like an omen. I told Tacoma Girl, whose dad was a classicist. According to her, the Romans would have said it meant victory in battle. The Greeks, the death of a child. I like the Roman version better, so I'll take that one. Tacoma Girl, characteristically, reminded me that omens are bullpucky.
Besides, I'm not exactly looking for a battle. I would have made a terrible Roman. But if there's any moral here — and that's highly dubious — it's to choose your own omen, and do it consciously.
Mental note: I should check that spot for pigeon remains on my way to my New Year's Eve outing.
tenth divorce-a-versary
Dec. 30th, 2025 11:05 amTen years ago today my divorce was final. Naturally, I texted Ex:
SistaWendy: Happy tenth divorce-a-versary?
Ex: Back at you.
SW: ♥
If you find that can't have a good marriage with someone, a civilized divorce is the next best thing. Go us.
I might celebrate alone with pho, Chinese, or Korean; I need to hit the supermarket down the hill.
SistaWendy: Happy tenth divorce-a-versary?
Ex: Back at you.
SW: ♥
If you find that can't have a good marriage with someone, a civilized divorce is the next best thing. Go us.
I might celebrate alone with pho, Chinese, or Korean; I need to hit the supermarket down the hill.
the Elliott Bay trail
Dec. 29th, 2025 10:07 amI have a little craft project I want to do, and I wanted to buy materials from a business that isn't gross, so I decided to ride my bike to Michael's in the Interbay neighborhood.
"Neighborhood" is a bit of a misnomer: the area has a whole lot of industrial, marine, and large retail businesses, plus a freight railyard and golf course. The residents of any of the nearby homes could credibly claim to live in Queen Anne to the east or Magnolia to the west; that's what I'd do if I were trying to sell such a place. If you live just north of Interbay, I'm pretty sure your place is a (house?)boat.
So you might expect that with a different kind of neighborhood comes a different kind of bike trail. Sure enough, once you get away from the ship canal there are tents, street art, a train carrying several 737 fuselages, a small unofficial skate park made from Jersey barriers, and a bunch of jogs and bends that aren't too well marked. There's even one section that's so narrow, and boxed in by two fences, that there are signs telling cyclists to dismount.
I ended up riding past the former site of theWet Spot CSPC, now a storage facility. Sadness.
The ride is mostly lovely all the way from the ship canal to pier 91 on Elliott Bay, but I didn't want to go to Elliott Bay, remember? I wanted to go to a store whose access, like the others, is on Elliott Ave. That means riding your bike over the train tracks on one of two or three viaducts that were so not designed with bikes in mind. I'm glad it was Sunday morning and therefore traffic was light.
Stopped for groceries next to the canal. Cranked up the hill half a mile home. Uff da! But there was a vegan club sandwich at the end of it.
"Neighborhood" is a bit of a misnomer: the area has a whole lot of industrial, marine, and large retail businesses, plus a freight railyard and golf course. The residents of any of the nearby homes could credibly claim to live in Queen Anne to the east or Magnolia to the west; that's what I'd do if I were trying to sell such a place. If you live just north of Interbay, I'm pretty sure your place is a (house?)boat.
So you might expect that with a different kind of neighborhood comes a different kind of bike trail. Sure enough, once you get away from the ship canal there are tents, street art, a train carrying several 737 fuselages, a small unofficial skate park made from Jersey barriers, and a bunch of jogs and bends that aren't too well marked. There's even one section that's so narrow, and boxed in by two fences, that there are signs telling cyclists to dismount.
I ended up riding past the former site of the
The ride is mostly lovely all the way from the ship canal to pier 91 on Elliott Bay, but I didn't want to go to Elliott Bay, remember? I wanted to go to a store whose access, like the others, is on Elliott Ave. That means riding your bike over the train tracks on one of two or three viaducts that were so not designed with bikes in mind. I'm glad it was Sunday morning and therefore traffic was light.
Stopped for groceries next to the canal. Cranked up the hill half a mile home. Uff da! But there was a vegan club sandwich at the end of it.
The goths do Christmas better.
Dec. 28th, 2025 08:25 amTook a ride share* last night to chez D, whose house was as I expected stuffed with first-rate baked goods, plus too many well-dressed people. It's only too many becasue D's house is about the same size as mine, and her parties routinely have at least twice as many people as have ever been in my place at once.
D and her friends can bake, boy howdy, and every horizontal surface had either quality baked goods, largely made by D, or a punch bowl accurately labeled "high octane".
Got to talk to Diminutive. She has a writing project afoot, for which I'll keep my antennae up. I asked her how she wasn't melting in that gorgeous black velvet confection she was wearing. "I'm always cold," she said. She does have the sort of build that loses heat well.
Queen J congratulated me on my impending surgery, and thanked me for Dr. D's name. I warned her that only my mother's death put him within my reach. She's had a hard time the last year and a half, but has gotten through it.
Cuties. Queerness unknown. Well, also known queers, but they're mainly taken.
It wasn't tremendously late when the heat finally got to me. Yes, me, the Florida girl. I was in bed by 2330. Je ne regrette rien.
Jealous of the hostess with the mostest, looking fabulous in '50s retro? Me? Not as much as you might think. I'm not about to take up baking, because in the words of my father, I'd just eat it.
*D only lives about two miles from my place, but it's really awkward to get to & from on a bus, involving either a monster hill, a long wait, or both. It also cooled of last night.
D and her friends can bake, boy howdy, and every horizontal surface had either quality baked goods, largely made by D, or a punch bowl accurately labeled "high octane".
Got to talk to Diminutive. She has a writing project afoot, for which I'll keep my antennae up. I asked her how she wasn't melting in that gorgeous black velvet confection she was wearing. "I'm always cold," she said. She does have the sort of build that loses heat well.
Queen J congratulated me on my impending surgery, and thanked me for Dr. D's name. I warned her that only my mother's death put him within my reach. She's had a hard time the last year and a half, but has gotten through it.
Cuties. Queerness unknown. Well, also known queers, but they're mainly taken.
It wasn't tremendously late when the heat finally got to me. Yes, me, the Florida girl. I was in bed by 2330. Je ne regrette rien.
Jealous of the hostess with the mostest, looking fabulous in '50s retro? Me? Not as much as you might think. I'm not about to take up baking, because in the words of my father, I'd just eat it.
*D only lives about two miles from my place, but it's really awkward to get to & from on a bus, involving either a monster hill, a long wait, or both. It also cooled of last night.
Nun wears latex around own neighborhood.
Dec. 27th, 2025 05:41 pmThe latex gang was to meet at Nectar for an eighties night, but I turned out to be a small gang: just yours truly, who lives just up the hill, plus the two organizers. Nevertheless, I had an excellent time. Well worth the time needed to wriggle into a latex LBD. And in a minor Christmas miracle, my son just happened to appear right behind me and gave me a ride down the hill. He was grocery shopping. Aw.
The music, etc.? Xtra cheezy. I loved it. Flashbacks to both my college dorm and my cross-country drive, boy howdy! There may have been... overindulgence. Indeed, the median age was somewhat older than the usual techno show, so things got rolling earlier and everyone seemed to be drinking more.
Tonight? A certain elder goth's annual Xmas party in Ballard, which if last year was any indication will have lethal quantities of excellent eats that contain sugar.
The music, etc.? Xtra cheezy. I loved it. Flashbacks to both my college dorm and my cross-country drive, boy howdy! There may have been... overindulgence. Indeed, the median age was somewhat older than the usual techno show, so things got rolling earlier and everyone seemed to be drinking more.
Tonight? A certain elder goth's annual Xmas party in Ballard, which if last year was any indication will have lethal quantities of excellent eats that contain sugar.
Christmas Day Eve at the Mercury
Dec. 26th, 2025 08:45 amI spent an awful lot of Christmas day asleep. That's probably a good sign that I needed to.
Put on my big, red, stretch velvet dress. Returned a DVD. Got cash. Got to the Mercury. Waited in the rain for the door to open. Got to see various peeps, including A (Foreshadowing!).
Then I got skeeved upon by a guy who claimed to know the artist of St. Rat and invited me over to the artist's place. I declined. He also claimed to be gay. Reader, that was totally not his vibe. He non-consensually touch me a few times.
In other words, this guy was the grossest tranny chaser I'd come across in years. Given the high percentage of trans women to be found at the Mercury, I suppose that was inevitable. A whispered in my ear, asking if I'd like a rescue. I nodded, and she walked me past the main bar.
A's main squeeze (Don't make me say "joyfriend"), who's AMAB non-binary and very much looks it is named J, not to be confused with J-the-lady, a pal of A's who happened not to be there last night. J-the-NB said that the aforementioned skeevy dude propositioned them. None of us got around to complaining fast enough, though, because a Merc staffer spotted the skeevy dude taking his belt off on the dance floor and immediately 86'd him. He whined all the way out the door. ¡Viva la Mercury!
On my way home I spotted DJ Wrain Havoc on her phone at the end of the alley. I waved as I walked by. She interrupted her call to say, "I heard what happened. Are you OK?"
I shrugged, "It happens." I'd encountered worse, but it had been a while.
Caught the last train home — it was an hour early because of Christmas, which I hadn't known — with two minutes to spare. Then waited only two minutes for the bus. A Christmas transit miracle.
Skeevy dude is close in age to yours truly. I sincerely hope that he learns not to be gross before he runs out of years. Someone ought to do some science on those fuckers. Where do they come from? Why are they like that? How can they stop being like that?
Put on my big, red, stretch velvet dress. Returned a DVD. Got cash. Got to the Mercury. Waited in the rain for the door to open. Got to see various peeps, including A (Foreshadowing!).
Then I got skeeved upon by a guy who claimed to know the artist of St. Rat and invited me over to the artist's place. I declined. He also claimed to be gay. Reader, that was totally not his vibe. He non-consensually touch me a few times.
In other words, this guy was the grossest tranny chaser I'd come across in years. Given the high percentage of trans women to be found at the Mercury, I suppose that was inevitable. A whispered in my ear, asking if I'd like a rescue. I nodded, and she walked me past the main bar.
A's main squeeze (Don't make me say "joyfriend"), who's AMAB non-binary and very much looks it is named J, not to be confused with J-the-lady, a pal of A's who happened not to be there last night. J-the-NB said that the aforementioned skeevy dude propositioned them. None of us got around to complaining fast enough, though, because a Merc staffer spotted the skeevy dude taking his belt off on the dance floor and immediately 86'd him. He whined all the way out the door. ¡Viva la Mercury!
On my way home I spotted DJ Wrain Havoc on her phone at the end of the alley. I waved as I walked by. She interrupted her call to say, "I heard what happened. Are you OK?"
I shrugged, "It happens." I'd encountered worse, but it had been a while.
Caught the last train home — it was an hour early because of Christmas, which I hadn't known — with two minutes to spare. Then waited only two minutes for the bus. A Christmas transit miracle.
Skeevy dude is close in age to yours truly. I sincerely hope that he learns not to be gross before he runs out of years. Someone ought to do some science on those fuckers. Where do they come from? Why are they like that? How can they stop being like that?
surprise Christmas party
Dec. 25th, 2025 10:15 amYou might think a Christmas party couldn't come as a surprise, but if so you don't know Funny Lady. With three hours' notice she texted friends to come to her place in Georgetown for a "brunch for dinner" Christmas party.
Sure enough, there were grits with Velveeta, a "mountain of bacon", homemade donuts & holes, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and mimosas. Funny Lady is more southern than I am, you see, and had the urge to fry a bunch of food.
Pity it's going to start raining before I have time to ride my bike across Lake Washington again.
Anyway, I had a lovely time, including seeing a certain troubled youth from Lambert House! She seemed to be in a much better mental state. It's a little surprising that she knows Funny Lady given her age, but then again, FL knows everybody.
Funny thing about Funny Lady: she gets anxious when I propose taking transit from her place to mine, and did even when that was a much shorter trip. She's even threatened to pay for a ride share for me. Jeez, I make transit trips like that and even longer ones at all hours pretty regularly. Mind you, if it's late enough I just want to go to bed, so I used Funny Lady as an excuse last night to get home faster. But I took the bus* to her house and in my heart I'm a good mass transit communist.
*The 5 to the 124. Ba da boom, ba da bing. I got to see how cool the few blocks around FL's house are.
Sure enough, there were grits with Velveeta, a "mountain of bacon", homemade donuts & holes, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and mimosas. Funny Lady is more southern than I am, you see, and had the urge to fry a bunch of food.
Pity it's going to start raining before I have time to ride my bike across Lake Washington again.
Anyway, I had a lovely time, including seeing a certain troubled youth from Lambert House! She seemed to be in a much better mental state. It's a little surprising that she knows Funny Lady given her age, but then again, FL knows everybody.
Funny thing about Funny Lady: she gets anxious when I propose taking transit from her place to mine, and did even when that was a much shorter trip. She's even threatened to pay for a ride share for me. Jeez, I make transit trips like that and even longer ones at all hours pretty regularly. Mind you, if it's late enough I just want to go to bed, so I used Funny Lady as an excuse last night to get home faster. But I took the bus* to her house and in my heart I'm a good mass transit communist.
*The 5 to the 124. Ba da boom, ba da bing. I got to see how cool the few blocks around FL's house are.
weeknight sneakout failure
Dec. 24th, 2025 06:43 amI went to the Blue Moon for some house music and got mid-20th century Christmas music & jazz instead. Yes, I like jazz and yes, Brit was running things, and yes, the local house heads started to show up shortly before I left around 2000. And why would I leave so early?
Because I got paged for work. I'm on call into the new year. I did manage to get home in half an hour, handle the stupid* situation, do stuff that I hope will make a recurrence less likely, and go to bed late.
Mayunn, I feel like I deserve a Christmas break at this point.
Oh: I stopped by Scarecrow Video for the first time in over fifteen years to rent "Sinners" on DVD. I now have an account there under my current name. What took me so long?
*Stupid because our service uses an vintage 2010 open source queueing system that sometimes makes jobs just disappear. Or get stuck. The fix has so far taken nine calendar months of one or two developers' efforts on average. The worst of it should get fixed early next month, and the whole thing should be done by spring. Le sigh.
Because I got paged for work. I'm on call into the new year. I did manage to get home in half an hour, handle the stupid* situation, do stuff that I hope will make a recurrence less likely, and go to bed late.
Mayunn, I feel like I deserve a Christmas break at this point.
Oh: I stopped by Scarecrow Video for the first time in over fifteen years to rent "Sinners" on DVD. I now have an account there under my current name. What took me so long?
*Stupid because our service uses an vintage 2010 open source queueing system that sometimes makes jobs just disappear. Or get stuck. The fix has so far taken nine calendar months of one or two developers' efforts on average. The worst of it should get fixed early next month, and the whole thing should be done by spring. Le sigh.
