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Oh, Look. Fireworks.

There were tracers and falling stars, hibiscus blooms and shattering sparkles, twirly whirly shining pennies. My ears were dulled for a half hour after that.

Brother cried. Scared of loud firework noises. He's 14. He's "sensitive" to most things. Evolution did funny things with his head. His brain is supposed to be larger than others.

Bonded with uncle I've not seen since I was 7. Cold, cynical dude. Angsts at everything. Yeah, he's only 9 years my senior.

Wrote a poem about girls with butterfly wings. It's not about fairies. Don't smirk like that, it makes your face scrunch up. Had decent Chinese food. Thoroughly enjoyed the long-life noodles. They were slightly deepfried and crunchy around the edges, with lovely wantan noodleness in the middle, the crunch of well made noodles. And they were in a thick (but not soupy) egg sauce, with mushrooms and greens and prawns (shrimps for the non-Europeans). Would love to have long-life noodles such as those again. Must attempt to push this past Mom when we next do Chinese.

Eel hot soup was too peppery, too salty, and the eels were too fishy. Salted beef was just salted beef. Steamed chicken was unusual, in that it was regular steamed chicken with minced bird's eye chillies in the sauce. Peppery, but good. Roast crispy duck was terrible. They had to put a honey glaze before frying, and burn the duck pieces black. Spicy Szechuan food tempered by slightly bland kale, shitake mushrooms and pith fungus. And the tasty long-life noodles.

Discovered that world's largest consumer of ivory is Chinese Asia. Ack. I remember having an ivory and gold bracelet once. I don't know if the ivory or the gold was real, probably not, since I found it by accident in an old house we lived in when I was 7 or 8. It had ivory roses, actually quite intricate roses, with gold backing and links. I don't know where the bracelet went. I would have very much liked to wear it today. It's very likely vintage jewelry.


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Jan. 2nd, 2003 09:11 am (UTC)
*smirk* ...butterfly wings...*smirk*


The more and more I hear about your brother, the more I want to punch him? why is that eh? :o)

I love fireworks, they are fantastic :o)
Jan. 2nd, 2003 01:31 pm (UTC)
Butterfly wings. :oP
They're not fey, elves or pixies, so there. It's actually about prostitutes...fairy hos? Hrm. I sent that off to Strange Horizons, hoping they won't mock it. ;)

The more and more I hear about your brother, the more I want to punch him? why is that eh? :o)

Because he's a twit? No, seriously, he is a twit. Humane values would say, he's also autistic, but he's only mildly autistic, and his attitude is every crumb a spoilt child's. He's antagonistic for the sake of being so, and mean, and selfish, and causes everyone much pain. I do hate him. He's the only person I've ever learned to hate. I want him dead, and would kill him myself, if that wouldn't make my parents hate me. You can detect the small itty bitty bit of sibling rivalry/survival-evolution problem here, yes? Technically, his brain is larger than mine. With the proper stimulation, he would be a genius, with a specialization. That would be cars. He knows cars. He knows the insides of cars, and he could tell you the model, year, colors possible, country of special issue origin, and even if the model is no longer made. And he's learning fast how to use AutoCAD. Technically then, he is a genius with a specialization. Back to point. Hamster hates his guts, and very literally could kill him.

Gah, rambly, hamster is.

Hamster likes fireworks. Pretty! Hamster detests fireworks noises, and people crowds. Because Hamster does not like crowds or noises louder than what it takes for Minsc to yell a bloodcurdling, "Go for the eyes Boo! Go for the eyes!" Or at least not louder than Hamster's loud rock music. I swear I've tested this out. The neighbors can't hear me. Eeks, I seem to be talking like a teen. This is wrong. WRONG.

Wolfie, I know you're gonna say something, or at least whistle. :oP
Jan. 4th, 2003 02:41 am (UTC)
Re: Butterfly wings. :oP
*opens mouth to speak but just blinks instead*

An odd thing is I had a brief but frenzied interest in AutoCAD years ago. I didn't have any use for it but there just something about modeling three dimensional objects that I find relaxing.

"genius with a specialization"

Isn't the term for that an "idiot savant"?

"Technically, his brain is larger than mine"

How many times do I need tell you? It's not the size that matters; it's how you use it! Nyuk ;o)

I know that killing feeling you mentioned. I felt that way about my stepmother and was one of the reasons I moved here to Barstow.
Jan. 5th, 2003 09:05 am (UTC)
Re: Butterfly wings. :oP
He could be an idiot savant, but he tends to be a perfectly normal boy otherwise...he's only very mildly autistic. It affects his inability to see other people's views or ability to lose an obvious one-trackedness, rather than any real problem of rationale. He can think rationally, he's actually very good at it, but he rationalizes the smallest things, particularly the ones he detests (and detests quite a bit), for the sake of starting fights. That, according to Mom, is a social disorder. I think the brat section of his personality is very obviously not, however.

You told me about your stepmom before Wolfie. It's like that. *hugs*

Hrm. This conversation reminds me of an interesting short sword vs. dart argument in BG2..
Jan. 2nd, 2003 10:03 pm (UTC)
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