L-dawg's Journal: kids, changing seasons, glasses

Another day bites the dust.

I just went out to dinner with some of my relatives who were visiting from Taiwan. My Dad's older sister, her son (an atmospheric scientist!), his wife (works at Prudential! ... A.K.A. ... THE ROCK), and their daughter (my family produces freaking CUTE little kids - [evidence]). I had seen them all in Taipei in January, which was a weird meeting because I was shuffled off to them (meaning my Dad's side) for lunch in the midst of a crazy meet-every-relative-in-Taiwan day. It was also weird because I felt bad being all deaf and dumb in Taiwanese, dumb in Chinese, wasn't exactly sure who was who, and they kept on trying to push money on me when I was just a spoiled brat American relative. Today wasn't as traumatic, it was actually quite nice.

The kid had a good, strong set of vocal chords and wasn't afraid to use them. All night. She was so cute that everyone forgave her though. She was calling me auntie and holding my hand (little kids are great 'cuz they like you right away and aren't afraid to show it) and I felt like one fine upstanding human being. Look, this cute little kid likes me! I can't be that bad!

The past few days I've been feeling the strange familiarity of changing seasons, the different angle of sunlight and a subtle mix of all of the senses, touch/sight/hearing/smell/(crap, what's the last one? oh yeah, taste. ok, maybe not taste) indicating that things are moving on out of summer. I have weird flashbacks to last fall when I just got here and everything was new and unknown.

In an attempt to make this less introspective and more funny, I'll tell you about the most hilarious event of the week. Jojo came back from his trip, where he had slightly tweaked his new prescription sunglasses. He wanted to replace them with a new pair by warranty so he had to damage them a bit more convincingly. Step on 'em! he told me. No way! I said, there's just something terrible about ruining something functional and expensive. Drop a book on them, I suggested. He grabbed a huge-mother coffee-table artwork book off his shelf and BAM right on top of those suckers. The sound reverberated but was also final, absolute. I was in shock, even though I had suggested it. I could only laugh uncontrollably as he lifted the tome and examined the flattened result. It was so so terrible, yet so so hilarious.

funny

[loopperu]

yes that is funny! keep it up! much better than reflections! leslie reflects!

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[L-dawg]

Who's Leslie? Do you mean the honorable L-DAWG? Loops is on slashdot!!!