Festive occasions

[flemmings]

I don't know which is happier-making, money in the mail or a sudden loss of a kilo plus when you step on the scale in the morning. As it's Sunday, you can figure for yourselves which constitutes today's happiness. As an object lesson, I lugged a 10-kilo bag of road salt home yesterday (22 pounds for the imperialists) and even factoring in the unwieldiness of road salt, like the worst kind of squashy parcel baby, the idea that I'm carrying two of those about my person now is a great impetus to virtue. The realization that I've lost half a bag of road salt since the summer is extremely satisfying. My knees certainly have ceased to grumble as much as they did.

Meanwhile, if the book is correct, it's shiny_monkey's birthday. Happy birthday, shiny_monkey!

Ganked from kickinpants:

Leave a comment here and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

Comments

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

1. Followed you here from... whichever blog it was, way back when, because lj offered commenting features. Funny, I was convinced a bunch of people would offer to beta for you and I hurried to get my dibs in first.

2. Kubotoki, which is Yours® in my mind, and that happy rabbit with the candle ^_^ and erm actually- Pipang, because I borrowed a lot of you to write him.

3. Your honesty. Maybe it's a cultural thing but most RL people (up here, at least) are either overly-reluctant to speak their minds or overly-ready, blunt weapon fashion. Your ability to simply say what you think, without agendas, second-guessing, or malice, stunned me. Like a glimpse of another way of being: 'you mean, you can *do* that?'

4. We only met that once, and I thought it was an insane woman talking behind us. I remember your eyes when you were walking by, cruising the Aesthe table, but I've mentioned that before. (Borrowed for Tenpou in a later fic. Yes, writers are cannibals.) But what sticks in my mind was when you *finally* moved out of the crazy house, you said you were sad to leave the room your parents had tried to make nice for you. I promptly sent a telegram to the Pope about this American person he might want to declare Blessed or possibly Venerable, even if canonization could wait till after your decease, as is customary.

5. The things I'd want to ask aren't the kind one writes down in a public blog.

6. I think the one you have up there, whatever it is- what is it?- though the Hasui is nice too.

7. You already did.