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Feb. 10th, 2008 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikMe: Crap! I forgot to get my laundry out of the dryer! [Sundays are prime time, and it'd been there for about an hour. I really try not to do this.]
K: The other monkeys* [mumble mumble] you.
Me: What?! The other monkeys will beat me?
K: The other monkeys will probably forgive you.
Me: Oh. I liked the other better.
K: I can just see it, three people in the laundry room attacking you!
Me: And for three random residents of this apartment building, I think --
K: You could wash the floor with them!
Me: Well, I could probably at least survive the experience, and likely enjoy it. More sparring! Yay!
K: And it would make a great scene in a martial arts movie.
[this is probably somewhat paraphrased]
* There has been a good deal of discourse about what constitutes a good kitty. For the moment, Knuth is the archetypal good kitty, though I am not going to go into that laborious derivation. Recently there has been an increasing amount of discussion on being a good monkey - here virtue tends towards the socially normative - vs. a good kitty. At times, thankfully, the two even match up, though it isn't that common under our conditions.
To those who have interacted with me recently: I'm neither nearly as swamped or exhausted as I have been, and in a lot less pain besides. (It's amazing how much time I can spend wondering why I'm all moody, and tired, and hey, maybe my neck is hurting because I'm stressed before it occurs to me that maybe I'm moody, tired and stressed because my neck is hurting. I've done this an embarrassingly large number of times.) Still a lot to do, but if my body cooperates I'm hoping to at least be a bit more generally functional.
K: The other monkeys* [mumble mumble] you.
Me: What?! The other monkeys will beat me?
K: The other monkeys will probably forgive you.
Me: Oh. I liked the other better.
K: I can just see it, three people in the laundry room attacking you!
Me: And for three random residents of this apartment building, I think --
K: You could wash the floor with them!
Me: Well, I could probably at least survive the experience, and likely enjoy it. More sparring! Yay!
K: And it would make a great scene in a martial arts movie.
[this is probably somewhat paraphrased]
* There has been a good deal of discourse about what constitutes a good kitty. For the moment, Knuth is the archetypal good kitty, though I am not going to go into that laborious derivation. Recently there has been an increasing amount of discussion on being a good monkey - here virtue tends towards the socially normative - vs. a good kitty. At times, thankfully, the two even match up, though it isn't that common under our conditions.
To those who have interacted with me recently: I'm neither nearly as swamped or exhausted as I have been, and in a lot less pain besides. (It's amazing how much time I can spend wondering why I'm all moody, and tired, and hey, maybe my neck is hurting because I'm stressed before it occurs to me that maybe I'm moody, tired and stressed because my neck is hurting. I've done this an embarrassingly large number of times.) Still a lot to do, but if my body cooperates I'm hoping to at least be a bit more generally functional.
