Shooting the sequel before the treatment's even finished

[sovay]

As if last night's pot-banging to bring back the sun weren't enough, my family and I rang in the New Year with half a dozen metal cooking bowls and one conch shell. So far, the neighbors haven't called the police. I finished my first story of the new year—I had wanted it to be the last story of the old year, but I had to take time out for familial celebration—and now I'm waiting to see if it's any good. And how do I otherwise celebrate the start of 2006? With a meme nicked from docbrite, of course.

The Last Things of 2005 Meme . . . also suitable for filling out in the first few days of 2006.

Last Book Read: Spider Kiss, by Harlan Ellison (a re-read. Last new book read, John C. Wright's Orphans of Chaos).

Last Live Music Show Seen: The Decemberists at Toad's Place in New Haven, October 6th. (Or the Christmas Revels at Sanders Theater in Cambridge, December 27th; but I class that more as theater).

Last CD Purchased: For myself? The soundtrack to Good Night, and Good Luck, I think. Otherwise, the original cast recording of Finian's Rainbow, for my mother.

Last Thing Cooked: Cheese fondue—Emmental, Gruyere, and a lot of white wine.

Last New Thing Eaten: Er. Probably the sushi at Miya's that involves tiny Japanese soft-shell crabs, Havarti cheese, and potato skins. If nothing else, the combination was not one I had experienced before.

Last Thing Bought: A subway token for the Red Line back from Harvard Square.

Last Gift Received: Firewood.

Last Piece of Clothing Bought or Received as a Gift: A pair of seal-brown corduroy pants.

Last Embarrassing Experience: Blithering like an idiot around gaudior and rushthatspeaks' housemates.

Last Totally New Experience: Writing erotica on a cellphone.

Last Foreign Country Visited, if any: Ireland.

Last New Bird Seen (feel free to substitute enthusiasm of your own if not a birder): For the hell of it, what looked like a very lost osprey over the Arlington Reservoir this afternoon.

Last Big Achievement: Surviving this year. As I pointed out, many good things happened to me in the course of 2005. But much of it—especially the last four months—have sucked, yea, out loud. Less cynically, I also taught an entire Latin class: as achievements go, not a bad one.

Comments

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

You did *not* blither like an idiot around our housemates. The boy said he liked you, which is very rare for the boy, and indicates that after he sees you another two or three times he may address you with multiple sentences. It took me a *year-and-a-half* to get him to multiple sentences when he was my roommate's best friend. (Causing him to meet people is rather like introducing cats who've never met, I'm afraid. Hissing and denial.) And dinner was lovely. And you should come back soon so we can watch that movie so I can give it back to Nine. *nods firmly*

[sovay]

Look, I tend to feel that when I meet new people, my brain has quietly opted out of the experience and gone off to read in a corner somewhere, leaving the mouth to take care of business all on its own. But: thank you. And I like the boy, too.

And you should come back soon so we can watch that movie so I can give it back to Nine.

Definitely. I should be here until about the 6th (classes start again on the 9th, and I need time to get ready). When are you free?

[zdenka]

I didn't notice any blithering, either. Anyway, I tend to be awkward around new people myself.

[sovay]

That is a deeply, deeply awesome icon.

[zdenka]

*grin* Glad you like. I was highly amused when I found the "I, Claudius" icons at pixelbee.

[eredien]

Most of my introductions to new people eventually end in me *actually* going and reading a book in a corner somewhere, so.

[sovay]

Then I am honored that you didn't flee to the bookshelves. You're cool to talk to.