Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Heh. If I'm going to change ISPs, I should probably change my email address, shouldn't I? --sigh-- There's one instance of where my address exists on the internet changed. Roughly twenty thousand to go.
Also: If anyone knows how to make an older model ReplayTV (mine's a 3060) download schedule data without having it connected to a telephone line, I'd greatly appreciate it. Right now, I have to program mine like a VCR, which is annoying. It also made me miss the USA-Korea World Baseball Classic game, because apparently neither ESPN station could be bothered to show it live, and I recorded four hours of other stuff by setting the manual record to ESPN rather than ESPN2. Sure, I could have gotten it right, but I paid good money to have the scheudle data there.
After two and a half years, certain ladies' attire things still confuse me. It's especially brutal now, when we're on the cusp of the season's changing. It got pretty close to sixty degrees this weekend, meaning that there were folks wearing shorts to do their jogging. Now, I like breaking out the warm-weather attire early as much as anyone, if only because it means doing less laundry, but that's too soon. What I really don't get is the sweater Gertie was wearing. Knit woolen, but bend a little one way or the other and she's exposing skin. I mean, if it's cold enough to wrap yourself in a sweater, it's cold enough for that sweater to overlap with your pants, right?
I wonder how much stuff like that people pick up on. I was at the comic shop, and I was getting some goofy old Dan DeCarlo sci-fi/cheesecake thing. Is that a girly thing? How weird is me not wearing jewelry or only wearing makeup when I'm going out? My friends get it and Alex seems cool with it, but he's only known me a few weeks and doesn't know what he's getting into.
Not that I feel any obligation to act girlier or anything. I'm kind of settled into who I am; I just don't know how I come across to others sometimes.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
So, here's the deal. The phone service in our building crapped out a couple weeks ago. Some sort of problem with the Network Interface Device. The surprising thing, of course, is how much I didn't miss it. After all, most of the messages on the answering machine are someone trying to sell us satellite TV, despite none of the windows in the apartment facing the right direction, and Gertie and I saying we don't want a satellite dish and please take us off the list every time we answer their calls.
Anyway, it wouldn't be expensive to add a second cell phone to Gertie's plan, so we decide to do that. We look online and find a pretty decent deal on broadband service via the cable company, so we do that. Unfortunately, Gertie was a little too enthusiastic about cancelling our local phone service, so we wound up without communications at home for a week. I got my mobile phone a few days ago, but not many people have my number yet. It's weird; as much time as I spend online, reading or writing about every subject I have interest in, I don't feel like I'm going to burst when I can't.
Maybe it's good to step away from spending time talking about what you're doing to do more for a while and actually do a little more. I feel a little recharged, and, hey, Alex appreciates having more of my attention.
It's weird to meet someone in one context and then in another. Alex was at the sci-fi marathon, and I think we traded some comments during the trivia contest. Then we bumped into each other looking through CDs in Newbury Comics, recognized each other, and clicked. We wound up seeing Kairo at the Brattle over the weekend, agreeing that where horror movies are concerned, the freaky Japanese original is almost inevitably better than the American remake. I said I wished the marathon would show more import stuff, he's more fond of the old cheese, but that's not a crippling philosophical difference. We've gone out a couple more times since then, mostly being casual. It's been good, because I haven't been obsessively examining it. Normally, when I go on a date, I'm trying to sum it up the next day, so that leads me to the "how will I tell him", "am I living a lie by not telling him", "what does this attraction say about us sexually", and basic guilt and fear. That's there this time, but not as strong. We're having fun, we'll probably sleep with each other within the next two dates, and I'm not worried right now.