Friends and... whatever
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lkh_lashoutsHer new blog has given me shooting pains inside my skull. I'mnot a terribly good blogflogger, but I'll give i a shot. By the way, the movie they were watching was "Real Genius."
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/07/weekend-with-friends.html
Shawn and I figured out that our friendship is now old enough to have graduated college and be out on it’s own looking for it’s first job.
Apostrophe abuse aside, I don't understand what the hell this remark means. Does this mean she and Shawn are going to go apartment shopping with their friendship?
His wife Kathy, who I’ve been informed I’ve been putting a C, where a K, belongs.
Technically I guess this isn't a sentence fragment, but it makes zero sense. Belongs to what? The harem of sycophants? The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? The Shinigami Women's Association? The next big rock band? WHAAAAAAAAAAAATT?
But we have so many Cathys that we know, that some differentiation in e-mails and blogs, maybe necessary like having that room full of Jennifers and Jasons.
Who are the Jennifers and Jasons, and what the hell do they have to do with the Cathys or blogs or emails?
I think I’m talking to two assistants and one editor, though I think there’s a fourth one that just started somewhere, but she let’s us call her Jen.
My brain just died from the boredom, and from te sheer incoherence of it all!
Trinity was pleased that our visitors had kids for her to play with.
Play. Is she trying to make Trinity sound like a little kid here?
We even visited Build a Dino, which is a subset of Build-A-Bear.
With Trinity rolling her eyes the whole time at her mom's efforts to make her sound like a five-year-old.
They did lot’s of fun stuff including a movie.
Did LKH insist that it be Wall-E, lest Trinity sound like she's above seven years old?
Charles joined us, for the visit, so much of the visiting was Shawn and he exchanging funny cop and military stories.
Well it's nice that Charles got to talk to SOMEBODY who isn't hinting that the ardeur needs feeding and that the ardeur has chosen him because he's so strong and manly...
The adults got to sit around and talk without having to censor what we said for the munchkin brigade. All of you parents out there know what I mean, when I say, that it’s nice to just be able to talk, and not worry that you’re being overheard.
Remember everyone, the "munchkin brigade" is a constant pain in the bottom, because you might actually have to keep some topics on hold! They mean that you can't babble endlessly about your sex life and your bad porn Suefics. What a burden!
Hell, it’s nice to be able to cuss without teaching anyone else your bad habits.
By thirteen or fourteen or whatever the hell Trinity's age is, I had heard at least 65% of the cuss words I now know, or some variation thereof. We're not talking about a toddler who will wander around repeating "fuck" because it likes the shocked reactions. We're talking about a girl who watches movies, has friends, has stepsiblings, goes to school, is old enough to date, can read whatever books she wants, and presumably hears the usual ones in the urban street.
I'm betting that whatever words LKH is leery of letting her hear are already stored away in her hard-drive. Hell, Trinity may know MORE than her mother.
No topic off limits, because of gentler ears.
"And then I dropped the candle on Jon! But it's okay because his tight leather tux protected him from most of the scalding wax, and I got it off with the riding crop. Then he put on his floor-length Nathaniel wig and I put on my "Prince Charming" leather bustier...."
She's right. The kids might puke if they heard all that.
We owe grandma like flowers, or something.
Remember, kids -- you are massive burdens!
They probably also wanted to talk shop without any of us civilians around. No matter how good we are at talking cop or military
And by "talking cop or military," she means "everything I learned from watching CSI and Psych.
After the kids went to bed we all stayed up to watch the movie.
It's a fricking PG-rated movie! By Trinity's age I was sneaking in videotapes of "Schindler's List" so my mother wouldn't find out. By Trinity's age, they have a yearning to watch higher-rated fare. On what planet do teenagers need to be protected from a PG-rated comedy?!!?!?!!!!!!!??
He’s still handsome, don’t get me wrong, but he was positively delicate. You don’t see that often in men.
Oh Lord, now she's gonna write in a young-Val-Kilmer character, or else chase down a time machine and molest him in the past.
Oh, and he wasn't THAT delicate-looking. Handsome yes, but not pretty or delicate IMHO. What he was at the time was YOUNG, which is the real appeal there.
Jon has ordered a copy so we can own it.
Generally that happens when you order a copy. Unless you use Netflix, but the thought of LKH set loose with the confusion of Netflix is terrifying.
It was a good movie to watch as a group, and led us into more discussions about everything.
About... everything? Were they smoking a lot of weed in this little get-together?
Charles went home and Jon and I finally went to bed ourselves at about 4:00. Little sleep, but well worth it.
I wonder if Charles' family thinks it's well worth it, since daddy is gone until the wee hours to dance attendance on the crazy porn lady.
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/07/weekend-with-friends.html
Shawn and I figured out that our friendship is now old enough to have graduated college and be out on it’s own looking for it’s first job.
Apostrophe abuse aside, I don't understand what the hell this remark means. Does this mean she and Shawn are going to go apartment shopping with their friendship?
His wife Kathy, who I’ve been informed I’ve been putting a C, where a K, belongs.
Technically I guess this isn't a sentence fragment, but it makes zero sense. Belongs to what? The harem of sycophants? The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? The Shinigami Women's Association? The next big rock band? WHAAAAAAAAAAAATT?
But we have so many Cathys that we know, that some differentiation in e-mails and blogs, maybe necessary like having that room full of Jennifers and Jasons.
Who are the Jennifers and Jasons, and what the hell do they have to do with the Cathys or blogs or emails?
I think I’m talking to two assistants and one editor, though I think there’s a fourth one that just started somewhere, but she let’s us call her Jen.
My brain just died from the boredom, and from te sheer incoherence of it all!
Trinity was pleased that our visitors had kids for her to play with.
Play. Is she trying to make Trinity sound like a little kid here?
We even visited Build a Dino, which is a subset of Build-A-Bear.
With Trinity rolling her eyes the whole time at her mom's efforts to make her sound like a five-year-old.
They did lot’s of fun stuff including a movie.
Did LKH insist that it be Wall-E, lest Trinity sound like she's above seven years old?
Charles joined us, for the visit, so much of the visiting was Shawn and he exchanging funny cop and military stories.
Well it's nice that Charles got to talk to SOMEBODY who isn't hinting that the ardeur needs feeding and that the ardeur has chosen him because he's so strong and manly...
The adults got to sit around and talk without having to censor what we said for the munchkin brigade. All of you parents out there know what I mean, when I say, that it’s nice to just be able to talk, and not worry that you’re being overheard.
Remember everyone, the "munchkin brigade" is a constant pain in the bottom, because you might actually have to keep some topics on hold! They mean that you can't babble endlessly about your sex life and your bad porn Suefics. What a burden!
Hell, it’s nice to be able to cuss without teaching anyone else your bad habits.
By thirteen or fourteen or whatever the hell Trinity's age is, I had heard at least 65% of the cuss words I now know, or some variation thereof. We're not talking about a toddler who will wander around repeating "fuck" because it likes the shocked reactions. We're talking about a girl who watches movies, has friends, has stepsiblings, goes to school, is old enough to date, can read whatever books she wants, and presumably hears the usual ones in the urban street.
I'm betting that whatever words LKH is leery of letting her hear are already stored away in her hard-drive. Hell, Trinity may know MORE than her mother.
No topic off limits, because of gentler ears.
"And then I dropped the candle on Jon! But it's okay because his tight leather tux protected him from most of the scalding wax, and I got it off with the riding crop. Then he put on his floor-length Nathaniel wig and I put on my "Prince Charming" leather bustier...."
She's right. The kids might puke if they heard all that.
We owe grandma like flowers, or something.
Remember, kids -- you are massive burdens!
They probably also wanted to talk shop without any of us civilians around. No matter how good we are at talking cop or military
And by "talking cop or military," she means "everything I learned from watching CSI and Psych.
After the kids went to bed we all stayed up to watch the movie.
It's a fricking PG-rated movie! By Trinity's age I was sneaking in videotapes of "Schindler's List" so my mother wouldn't find out. By Trinity's age, they have a yearning to watch higher-rated fare. On what planet do teenagers need to be protected from a PG-rated comedy?!!?!?!!!!!!!??
He’s still handsome, don’t get me wrong, but he was positively delicate. You don’t see that often in men.
Oh Lord, now she's gonna write in a young-Val-Kilmer character, or else chase down a time machine and molest him in the past.
Oh, and he wasn't THAT delicate-looking. Handsome yes, but not pretty or delicate IMHO. What he was at the time was YOUNG, which is the real appeal there.
Jon has ordered a copy so we can own it.
Generally that happens when you order a copy. Unless you use Netflix, but the thought of LKH set loose with the confusion of Netflix is terrifying.
It was a good movie to watch as a group, and led us into more discussions about everything.
About... everything? Were they smoking a lot of weed in this little get-together?
Charles went home and Jon and I finally went to bed ourselves at about 4:00. Little sleep, but well worth it.
I wonder if Charles' family thinks it's well worth it, since daddy is gone until the wee hours to dance attendance on the crazy porn lady.
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