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Non-sequitur of the day, and stuff
Aug. 3rd, 2003 11:43 pmWell, not really, but I wanted to call this that anyway because I'm out of it and it sounded good and amused me.
So yeah.
Until this moment, I had never realized how dirty "Young's double-slit experiment" sounds. But there you have it. I think I need to scour physics texts for dirty sounding things and then write some silly poetry with physics/sex innuendo.
I've finished writing all of the chapter objectives for my freelance assignment, except for the last chapter, which is locked in the Wired office (and has been all weekend. Oops). Now I just have to run over them and correct typos and fix badly written stuff, and email it to him. w00t!
Oh, and I have the bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world. He's caring and smart and witty and fun and silly and pretty and sexy and cuddly and thoughtful and wise and supportive and good in bed. Every few months I look at who I was when I came into this relationship, and who I am today, and my mind boggles at how much more sane I am now, how much happier I am now, how much better prepared for the big bad world I am now. Every few months, I look at issues we used to have and where we are today, and I am amazed at how quickly they have fallen away. I am so incredibly lucky, it blows my mind.
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joedecker has a theory of easy relationships. I hear people in bad relationships justify their relationships all the time with, "Well, relationships take work, so I figured ok, we're not a perfect match, but perfect matches don't really happen and we can work to make this work." And it makes me want to grind my teeth. unseelie and I have 'worked' to make our relationship work, but nearly every instant of it was easy, nearly every instant of it was natural and enjoyable. Sure, there's work, there's changes and accomodations. But if it feels like work, if it feels really difficult, like you're straining all the time, then there's something wrong.
Anyway. I think I need to thank Aphrodite et. al. for bringing us together more often. Because he just rocks my world. He is my safe place, my haven, my home. Just thought I'd share.
*happy sigh*
So yeah.
Until this moment, I had never realized how dirty "Young's double-slit experiment" sounds. But there you have it. I think I need to scour physics texts for dirty sounding things and then write some silly poetry with physics/sex innuendo.
I've finished writing all of the chapter objectives for my freelance assignment, except for the last chapter, which is locked in the Wired office (and has been all weekend. Oops). Now I just have to run over them and correct typos and fix badly written stuff, and email it to him. w00t!
Oh, and I have the bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world. He's caring and smart and witty and fun and silly and pretty and sexy and cuddly and thoughtful and wise and supportive and good in bed. Every few months I look at who I was when I came into this relationship, and who I am today, and my mind boggles at how much more sane I am now, how much happier I am now, how much better prepared for the big bad world I am now. Every few months, I look at issues we used to have and where we are today, and I am amazed at how quickly they have fallen away. I am so incredibly lucky, it blows my mind.
joedecker has a theory of easy relationships. I hear people in bad relationships justify their relationships all the time with, "Well, relationships take work, so I figured ok, we're not a perfect match, but perfect matches don't really happen and we can work to make this work." And it makes me want to grind my teeth. unseelie and I have 'worked' to make our relationship work, but nearly every instant of it was easy, nearly every instant of it was natural and enjoyable. Sure, there's work, there's changes and accomodations. But if it feels like work, if it feels really difficult, like you're straining all the time, then there's something wrong.Anyway. I think I need to thank Aphrodite et. al. for bringing us together more often. Because he just rocks my world. He is my safe place, my haven, my home. Just thought I'd share.
*happy sigh*
