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zdashamber) wrote2007-05-21 11:39 pm
zdashamber) wrote2007-05-21 11:39 pm
No soup for you! (which clip came right after the "current music")
Tonight: a hilariously appalling house meeting. One hour was useful stuff: we will be having a garage sale this Saturday and Sunday, and shit will by god leave our house! And hopefully the credit card offers I carefully sort for my housemates will now be thrown away within days instead of waiting weeks for the cleaning lady to move them to a single pile on the table where they're probably still composting.
However, apparently Flat Hair Girl had sent an email to Spiky Hair Girl about shutting off the kitchen light in the early morning. The other hour of the meeting, interspersed amongst the first like a gradient fade of face-hiding winces, was Spiky quietly ranting about how Flat doesn't get that Spiky is trying and forgets and Flat doesn't appreciate the sacrifices we make for her... And Flat not appreciating the sacrifices. I mean, it went about as well as... Well, it was pretty good for what it was. Flat is remarkable about not getting mad, and about trying to pick out specific things to do; not so good about recognizing opportunities to suck it up. Spiky's ranting without mostly being facile or mean. I'm all, shit, I've seen shrinks on TV... (Well, I'm a bit better than that, but) trying to restate both sides and find common ground, but... And Dread Girl, natural ally of Spiky, was also a restating/fairmaking/calming influence... And I'm trying to be fair to Flat, because I do gain a bit by her rules even though I lose a lot, but Spiky can't get past Flat's lack of soak (which lack of soak is somewhat related to Flat's disability, but somewhat not)... How far do we let Spiky get it out and on the table versus not having Flat feel like she's being beaten like a redheaded stepchild?... OMG.
On the plus side, I've got a beer again, and I recognize how hilarious this all is. Distinctly moved past tragedy and into farce. SNL territory. If Bruce Dickinson wants more cowbell, we should probably give him more cowbell!
I'm actually feeling pretty sanguine about how we're coming together as a band. ;)
However, apparently Flat Hair Girl had sent an email to Spiky Hair Girl about shutting off the kitchen light in the early morning. The other hour of the meeting, interspersed amongst the first like a gradient fade of face-hiding winces, was Spiky quietly ranting about how Flat doesn't get that Spiky is trying and forgets and Flat doesn't appreciate the sacrifices we make for her... And Flat not appreciating the sacrifices. I mean, it went about as well as... Well, it was pretty good for what it was. Flat is remarkable about not getting mad, and about trying to pick out specific things to do; not so good about recognizing opportunities to suck it up. Spiky's ranting without mostly being facile or mean. I'm all, shit, I've seen shrinks on TV... (Well, I'm a bit better than that, but) trying to restate both sides and find common ground, but... And Dread Girl, natural ally of Spiky, was also a restating/fairmaking/calming influence... And I'm trying to be fair to Flat, because I do gain a bit by her rules even though I lose a lot, but Spiky can't get past Flat's lack of soak (which lack of soak is somewhat related to Flat's disability, but somewhat not)... How far do we let Spiky get it out and on the table versus not having Flat feel like she's being beaten like a redheaded stepchild?... OMG.
On the plus side, I've got a beer again, and I recognize how hilarious this all is. Distinctly moved past tragedy and into farce. SNL territory. If Bruce Dickinson wants more cowbell, we should probably give him more cowbell!
I'm actually feeling pretty sanguine about how we're coming together as a band. ;)