I am not a Barbie. That is all.
Ok, not really, I can’t just say that one thing and nothing else, since I’ve been slightly boring-with-words lately. I’m having a creativity ebb. My brain is busy with GH3, fighting a war, proofing a book, taking care of misbehaving kittos, and pretending to sleep so I just can’t be bothered to actually have something to say on my own damn blog. (I did just, in fact, roll my eyes at myself.)
… I’ll tell you a story about my day yesterday? It won’t be interesting, but at least I tried.
I was sitting in my soothing green office (painted by the last occupant who just really thought that green was soothing and calm and beautiful… which it is not) when I got an IM from Partner in Crime:
PiC: do u has lunsh already?
Poppy: noes, i donut, but i iz talkin w/sumun. You going somewhere? I can be ready in a bit/few?
PiC: I was either going to go to [somewhere] for [yum] or visit the [somewhere else] cart.
PiC: I’m in no rush either way.
The thing that amuses me most about this conversation is that PiC is a very serious person. No nonsense, no bullshit, stick to the script. But then he will randomly show this other side of himself and it makes me laugh directly in his face at him because it’s just so surprising which times he chooses to do it. (Yah, yah, so I am in awe of PiC. He deserves a little awe after all the shit I give him.
So I finished up talking then put on all my snow gear and we trudged out to [somewhere] to get Mexican food and drag it back. I got a beef corn tortilla, but PiC got the BIGGEST FUCKING BURRITO I HAVE EVER SEEN. It was 12 inches long by 4.5 inches wide! (Guesstimation, but it was definitely footlong, and at least 4″.) When we got back I pulled a chair up to his desk and we watched the Cloverfield trailer because, dude, he needed to know about the whale with crabs. He was not impressed, as I expected. Stick Bruce Campbell in a movie and he’s impressed. Whale with crabs movie that is seemingly about nothing? Not so much. But I am not like him, I am excited to see Cloverfield and I will go see it this weekend even if I have to mug small children of their tickets to do it. Anyway, shot the shit about MacWorld Expo and then we went to the cafe upstairs for dessert. I got Reese’s peanut butter pie :grins: :smiles: :grins: and he got some sort of mutant brownie that looked like an entire cake wrapped in cellophane. That man can eat. 12″x4.5″ burrito *and* the biggest brownie, with frosting, I’ve ever seen in my life? Ok, admittedly I can eat about 4 trillion tons of food if you feed me the right food, but still, PiC’s consumption is nothing short of impressive, especially when you learn that he also drank a chocolate milk with his brownie, and if you ask the government, milk is food as well as a beverage.
(Really, there’s not going to be a point to this post. Well, ok, maybe.)
After we returned with desserts I went to my office to eat it. PiC then pulled his “omg I’m gonna keep binging if I don’t” trick and IM’d me asking for gum. I dug out some gum and trotted over to his office. That conversation was a little less interesting if you weren’t there. It went like this:
Poppy: (knocking on door as courtesy while I barge in)
Poppy: (show gum package to PiC, put eyebrows up in air to ask, “want?”)
PiC: (staring at package)
Poppy: (opening package for PiC)
PiC: (putting fingers all over every piece of gum just to pull out one piece, argh ack, eek, yuck, sigh, placing gum in mouth, chewing)
Poppy: (staring into PiC’s eyes, expectantly) Enough?
Poppy: (turning around, trotting back to my office)
And that’s lunch yesterday. Perhaps one point to take away from this is that if you get to know me really well and, like, hang out in my daily life there’s a lot of non-verbal cuing going on. PiC and I have entire conversations without speaking because sometimes it’s not safe to speak out loud (we’re both doing security stuff, and sometimes details of security incidents are Not. For. Public. Consumption. so we have to do non-verbals) . I will talk his ear off about movies, or he’ll talk my ear off about kitteh or bebbeh or his lovely wife, but there is something to be said for the ability to say nothing at all and communicate everything that needs to be said.