Macarons and Miscellany
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mark_asphodelMacarons, macarons, I scored twelve fresh macarons....
Weird flavors, too. Blueberry-cassis? Chocolate bourbon? Cranberry? Along with the usual vanilla, lemon, and coffee. Couldn't find any of these, though. But they were very nice, especially as my schedule is so whacked that I didn't eat breakfast... and didn't get lunch until 2 PM despite waking at 4 AM. I've been living off coffee, and I don't even like coffee. By 9:30 I was so wired that walking through the casino floor was a hallucinatory experience.
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Since I couldn't sleep, I've been working on 'fic. Wrote a very screwed-up Forde/Eirika/Ephraim thing that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xirysa might like but that I'm kind of afraid to post anywhere. It's about 1,700 words so at least it's not another @#%*ing unplanned drabble. On the planned drabble front, I have a piece re: Fado and his kids in progress that should work for crimsonmorgan 's prompt. So those are still coming.
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About every five years, I meet someone who makes me go, "Damn, I am glad that I'm happily married." Because otherwise I would make an utter fool of myself over them. The current object of interest (let's call him PD) is not the most conventionally attractive guy in the world but I just find him... magnetic. He's kind of short and boyish, but not in a babyish/cutesy way-- boyish in a serious way, if that makes sense. He's about ten years older than me, which in this particular business makes him quite a young'un, especially given how high he's risen in the organization (he's smart, articulate, and good at what he does).
I know I'm getting on in years because I can look at a guy in his early forties and go, "Hey, young cute guy!" I suppose that also says something about the company I usually keep.
And PD can talk. In public, I mean. He had a speech today that I doubt was extemporaneous, but he wasn't reading off a script, either. He stood at the microphone, stared us all down with this super-serious gaze, and just... talked. Nothing flowery, nothing like some of the theatrical speaker I've seen this week, but there was this gravitas to PD's speech that made him riveting. He comes across as someone working off a pretty deep reserve of anger, not the whip 'em up populist anger intended to get the rest of us energized, but something internal that he's mostly keeping to himself but that leaks out from time to time. Anger over injustice and hypocrisy, mind you-- not "I'm gonna break some heads" rage. His message was the same as the firebrands-- "OK, guys, get off your duffs and work for these goals"-- but the shading he gave it was definitely different.
I look forward to working more with him... and I'm very glad not to be single!
Weird flavors, too. Blueberry-cassis? Chocolate bourbon? Cranberry? Along with the usual vanilla, lemon, and coffee. Couldn't find any of these, though. But they were very nice, especially as my schedule is so whacked that I didn't eat breakfast... and didn't get lunch until 2 PM despite waking at 4 AM. I've been living off coffee, and I don't even like coffee. By 9:30 I was so wired that walking through the casino floor was a hallucinatory experience.
-x-
Since I couldn't sleep, I've been working on 'fic. Wrote a very screwed-up Forde/Eirika/Ephraim thing that
xirysa might like but that I'm kind of afraid to post anywhere. It's about 1,700 words so at least it's not another @#%*ing unplanned drabble. On the planned drabble front, I have a piece re: Fado and his kids in progress that should work for crimsonmorgan 's prompt. So those are still coming.-x-
About every five years, I meet someone who makes me go, "Damn, I am glad that I'm happily married." Because otherwise I would make an utter fool of myself over them. The current object of interest (let's call him PD) is not the most conventionally attractive guy in the world but I just find him... magnetic. He's kind of short and boyish, but not in a babyish/cutesy way-- boyish in a serious way, if that makes sense. He's about ten years older than me, which in this particular business makes him quite a young'un, especially given how high he's risen in the organization (he's smart, articulate, and good at what he does).
I know I'm getting on in years because I can look at a guy in his early forties and go, "Hey, young cute guy!" I suppose that also says something about the company I usually keep.
And PD can talk. In public, I mean. He had a speech today that I doubt was extemporaneous, but he wasn't reading off a script, either. He stood at the microphone, stared us all down with this super-serious gaze, and just... talked. Nothing flowery, nothing like some of the theatrical speaker I've seen this week, but there was this gravitas to PD's speech that made him riveting. He comes across as someone working off a pretty deep reserve of anger, not the whip 'em up populist anger intended to get the rest of us energized, but something internal that he's mostly keeping to himself but that leaks out from time to time. Anger over injustice and hypocrisy, mind you-- not "I'm gonna break some heads" rage. His message was the same as the firebrands-- "OK, guys, get off your duffs and work for these goals"-- but the shading he gave it was definitely different.
I look forward to working more with him... and I'm very glad not to be single!
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Date: 2011-06-24 11:07 pm (UTC)I had similar experiences when I was in a long-term relationship, haha. Now that I'm not in that relationship any longer though, I'm quite free to make a fool of myself over potentially attractive people. :D;
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Date: 2011-06-24 11:07 pm (UTC)It's a little disconcerting to realize that age forty is looking younger and more average every year. There are moments I think this must be the terrifying thing about aging. Your contemporaries look young and average, that you yourself do not feel "old" at all, and yet everything else external - body, opinions of others - is changing.
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Date: 2011-06-24 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 11:10 pm (UTC)I can never quite decide if meeting someone who turns you into a gushy wibbly blob is amazing wonderful fantastic or horrible embarrassing awful. I guess it's a little bit of both.
As for fic, well, do want. But that might have been a given at this point. Aha.
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Date: 2011-06-25 12:03 am (UTC)I think it's all the above. It makes you a wonderfully fantastically horribly embarrassing awfully gushy blob. You can have conflicting feelings at the same time, no problem.
at least that's me anyway.
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Date: 2011-06-25 12:04 am (UTC)Anger over injustice and hypocrisy
Is it bad that my brain immediately conjured up Marth in my mind? What, me writing Marth today for 85945834 hours? Naaaah.
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Date: 2011-06-25 12:43 am (UTC)As for that fic--it sounds amazing. C:
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Date: 2011-06-25 07:18 am (UTC)I'm quite free to make a fool of myself over potentially attractive people. :D;
Hah!
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Date: 2011-06-25 07:26 am (UTC)People in their early twenties are starting to look like children. And yeah, forty seems more normal every year. But I do hang with an older crowd-- went out with some people significantly older than me tonight, and it was 2/3 of the way through the evening before the women realized I was thirty.
It's all very weird.
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Date: 2011-06-25 07:30 am (UTC)Really dependent on context. Like, is it a co-worker, or a friend's significant other, or your TA, or just the knowledgable dude down at the wine shop?
But the potential for embarrassing awful is usually there. :/
As for fic, well, do want
Maybe I'll just post it in the M section of ffnet, 'cause Xirysa hasn't been able to do a docX connection yet. I might sleep on the idea.