Ever increasing impatience
Tuesday, 05 July 2005 15:42:13

Not about Serenity, though. I've been a very good boy about waiting for it. Very little whining. No, my impatience involves my unborn son's complete unwillingness to leave the womb. My wife's due date is this Thursday. Everything we've been told so far - from doctors to family members with significant family history concerning pregnancy - led us to expect an early delivery. Which, I suppose, is still possible, since today is only Tuesday. However, when I think "early birth," I think about me - I was a month early. Both of my sisters were early. My wife is, as a doctor recently told us, "short." As in, she lacks height. She claims 5'1", but she ain't. She has no torso. OK, not NO torso - that would be odd. She has little room in her torso. Baby didn't have far to fall. In short, I want my baby. Above all, I want him (and my wife) to be happy and healthy and safe, but I'm getting antsy. I'll try to post a picture when he gets here. Assuming he's still a "he." In which case, I'll try to post a picture when SHE gets here. *** Speaking of the wife, something got me thinking about a really cute thing she did a while back. She had this really bad allergic reaction to some medication. OK, that's not the cute thing. She had some bad cold/sinus stuff going on, and she went to the doctor and got a prescription. This medicine made her itch like a mofo. Real bad - for several days, she could hardly sleep, had to take off from work, was literally about to go nuts with this itching that wouldn't stop for anything. Eventually, I had to call and bitch out the doctor until he found something to make it stop. Oh, the cute thing. After this, she took the bottle with the offending medicine and, rather than throwing it away in a fit of rage, wrote "BAD ITCHY" on it and put it back in the medicine cabinet. Not only cute, but smart. Gotta remember what that medicine was so she won't take it again. "BAD ITCHY" - that cracks me up. *** As you can see, my antsiness has kept me from getting a really good night's sleep for the last few days, and my sense of humor is bouncing all over the place.

I love Texas!
Tuesday, 05 July 2005 17:17:03

So, I spent the weekend vising friends in Dallas, TX. I've never been there before, so it was very exciting for me. I had a fabulous time, part because of the company, and part because I just LOVED Dallas. I wasn't sure how I'd like it. I'm not really the cowboy boots, country music and steak type. But I just fell in love with it. The city is so spread out and pretty. I didn't get that feeling of being oppressed by all the huge buildings staring down at me that I get in Philly and New York and other large, crammed cities. I enjoy architecture, so all the shiny buildings were fascinating for me. I saw where JFK was shot, too, but that was a little creepy. I loved the diversity of the people. Living in SC, everything is pretty much black and white, but Dallas is home to people in all the colours of the rainbow and it makes the city more rich. I loved hearing people talking in other languages (and trying to eavesdrop on languages that I know). It made me miss other places I've lived (before I got stuck on the east coast.) I was impressed with how clean downtown was (compared to Philadelphia, anyway), with how vibrant everything seemed. I loved all the little bits of art here and there, the little parks. It's a pretty city. On Saturday we rode the train from Plano (where my friends actually live) to the zoo and I noticed that every trainstop was decorated differently. I loved it. Also, I wasn't worried about contracted something nasty from touching the train seats like I was in Philly. It was very clean and shiny. The sky was SO big, the sun is like a spotlight shining on you all day. I loved it, personally, but my friend kept complaining how hot it was. She doesn't have the humidity we have here in SC. And I came home a bit browner than I left, so I'm happy. And the air was so warm and dry and fresh smelling; like clothes left out to dry in the sun. I also thought the people in general were very friendly. Gotta love that. Oh, and can I talk about the food? My friends, knowing my love of ethnic foods, took me to this incredible thai restaurant in Plano (it's called Mangos, if you're ever in the area.) I can't even dig up words to adequately describe how delicious my curry was. The best I'd ever had. And the portions were SO HUGE. I ate leftover curry for 2 more meals. I also ate at this fantastic greek restaurant in Downtown Dallas called Antone's. Antone himself kept bringing us more of his great food, encouraging us to "Eat! Eat! Try the spinach! Do you like the hummus?" The food was homecooked and wonderful (and how I wish I had his hummus recipe), but Antone was definitely the best part. He was a riot! There were so many neat restaurants. I didn't have time to try the Lebonese one, or the Ethiopian or the Jamaican one (my friends say that one's really good. But it was closed when we tried to stop by. I've never had Jamaican before). You could plan an entire vacation around food. Well, I could go on and on about how much fun I had and how much I loved Dallas. It was only 3 days, but they were all great. I hope all you Browncoats that are lucky enough to live in the Dallas/Plano area appreciate how lovely it is.

A Heartbroken Update
Tuesday, 05 July 2005 20:05:29

Well, this was a tough decision to make. I recently came to the conclusion that I won't be able to keep up with "Heartbroken: Meili Long" for the forseeable future. So I will be taking the first three parts down for now, and reposting them at a later date, when I'm better able to do justice to this piece. For the record, this isn't in response to any issues with fandom or anything. I have a heavy school quarter coming up, and I don't want folks to think I abanoned my writing or this fandom by not finishing it. I can't make any promises as to the completion, but I can tell you I will finish it. I'll raise my hand to the Great Whoever to promise that. Meantime, I'll still be around - still writing, always drawing.