starlady: (shiny)
It was my birthday yesterday. I dragged my dad and sister to Tria Cafe in Philly on Monday night, and then my sister and I had Capogiro, and then we went home and had the Earl Grey cake she and I made on Sunday, with Swiss meringue buttercream frosting. I like regular buttercream better.

Yesterday my sister and I drove down to Cape May because my sister wanted rainbow popcorn and there's no better way to celebrate a birthday in our family than with a quest. When we got to Cape May we had lunch at the Heritage Tea Room on the Emlen Physick Estate (yes, that seriously was his real name) because of their special for Cape May Restaurant Week. As a tea room it was mediocre but it didn't matter because they were staging a reenacted temperance debate and it was HILARIOUS. When we sat down we were handed a temperance picket ("Every Drunkard Was Once A One-Drink Man") and at the end we signed the non-temperance petition. It was remarkable how the sexist political discourse and corrupt electioneering were essentially unchanged from 1904. Or not. Then when we got to the popcorn shop the stoners working there were enthralled by my sister's bright pink hair ("How often do you dye it?") and Rainbow Dash sunglasses ("Fist bump! I'm a brony!" "I could not afford enough drugs to make that show interesting!"). We died. And then we rented a pedal surrey (yes, with a fringe on top; no, we didn't sing the song because we couldn't breathe between laughing and pedaling) and tried to go down the road to the lighthouse. In the best Woolfian fashion we did not actually get there, but we saw it from the bird reserve and valiantly ignored the people in cars calling us crazy. The surreys in Ocean City are vastly superior because they let you go on the boardwalk and have more tension on the chain (it was a fixy) so you can pedal faster, also better benches. It was, all in all, a hilarious trip, not least because at this point we have an inexhaustible storehouse of bizarre stories to trot out at virtually every other mile marker on the road.

Relatedly, our brain twins/shared associations mind meld is reaching new levels. Eventually we'll be the only people who understand each other and we'll speak entirely in shorthand. Example: tonight she RT'd me a picture of a swan with cygnets on its back, no explanatory text. My reply: "ERIK." We knew what we were talking about.
starlady: (crew)
There are several posts I could make today, right now (and you will see some of them, never fear!), but I wanted to take the time to give a shout-out to my father. I know that my sister and I are incredibly lucky to have a father who is interested in and supportive of us just the way we are and as we want to be, not as he thinks we should be. My dad was the one who bought me the Star Wars novelizations when I was seven years old, because he knew I liked to read and that I liked Star Wars, because he and my mom had introduced me to that and to Star Trek, and in so many ways the rest is history. I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for all the things he and my mom did for me, all that they gave up for me, and that's a debt I can never repay.

So thanks, Dad, for Star Wars and for Star Trek and for everything else. You're the greatest. ♥
starlady: (dressed up)
Electra: …I did it again.
Spike: Played with your heart? Got lost in the game? 
Electra: Oops!
both: *crack up*
Electra: That was great.
starlady: (crew)
My sister brought our bird Joey a sunflower head to eat the seeds. Being a bird, Joey is trepidatious of new things.

Spike: I just want you to hold the sunflower up to him, Dad, so he can see it and chew it!
Dad: He's a bird! Just leave it up on his house, he'll get to it eventually!
Spike: But what if he never goes to it?
Dad: He will. If it has value, he'll go to it!
My sister and I look at each other.
Spike: That was a weird phrase.
Dad: No it wasn't! What was weird about it? 
Spike: "If it has value, he'll go to it?" What is this, an estate sale? Is he a quality barometer? Should we take Joey to the thrift store and he'll sniff out the good clothes? 
All: *crack up*
Me: I'm blogging this.


starlady: (dented)
Sitting in KIX while I wait to board my flight. I have $125 and ¥126 in cash left to my name, which I think means that I've done this summer right. It's sweltering in here (which I actually said to the gate agent when she commented that Kyoto is hot, because dude, really). I want a shirt that says "I Survived the Summer of Setsuden."


In family news, after more than eight years, we realized that my parrot Joey is actually a girl when an egg appeared in the cage the other day. I actually think this makes Joey even more piratical, and not less. 
starlady: (jack)
Picture of my parrot below the cut. Photoshop by [personal profile] spaiku.

Yo ho ho & and a bottle of rum. )

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