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I'm waiting for Z to fall asleep before I hit the basement to play Magic and watch a movie. There are reasons for this, but I'm not in the mood to go into them. But I'll go ahead and finish the 30 interesting facts about me thing while I wait:

21. I play Magic and read comic books. What do you mean, that's not interesting?

22. I am not, in fact, all that delicate. But I am pretty klutzy.

23. I'm smart and funny. (Hey, it's celebrate women day, says the paper, so here I am celebrating the awesome that is me.)

24. I was an extra in the movie "A League of Their Own." I was sitting behind home plate in the climactic scene. Madonna was not very good at catching baseballs. We watched her practice between takes.

25. I didn't get my driver's license until I was 23. I also failed the test twice.

26. I am irritated with myself right now for not bringing my notebook in here with me.

27. The last movie I saw in the theater was Scott Pilgrim. That may be more sad than interesting, actually.

28. I love the water, but I can barely swim.

29. My favorite cities are London and Edinburgh. I'd love to go to the Edinburgh Book Festival.

30. I am glad this part of the meme is finally over.

catching up

All right, I made it downstairs. The boyo is sleeping and the guys are in the middle of a game. I'm not sure if I want to play tonight or not, but in the meantime I'll do some catch-up.

(If you want the rest of the meme, use the 30 days tag. I am become lazy.)

Day 07 - Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality

You know, I'll just answer this with a quote from my LJ of 1/13/11:

So I saw this thing today about how the zodiac is all off now, so we're not actually the sign we thought we were. So I click on it. 37 years of being an Aries out the bloody window; guess what, I'm a Pisces.

What?! I don't really buy into astrology, but I've always liked being an Aries. Then again, I love the water, so well ... okay, I think, let's go check out what Pisces is like.

Allow me to recreate the moment for you:

Web site: Pisceans tend to be weak-willed and malleable, easily led ...

Laura: (sputtering) Weak willed and malle--that's it, I'm still an Aries! Bite me! ... Er. Yeah. Heh.

So, yeah. I suppose being an Aries does suit me.

Day 08 - A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life

I've had a few satisfied moments. Like, This is good, my life. Awesome. The one that comes to mind first is when the Zweeble was about six or seven months old ... well, hang on. Let me back up.

Z. came a little early to the party that is Life Outside the Mommy. Not terribly so, but early enough that it was a bit scary. He lost a lot of weight right after he was born, he was this tiny little thing, I'd never had a baby before ... and frankly, I spent the first six or seven months of his life totally paranoid that he was just going to, like, evaporate or something because he was so small (he was 6 pounds and change at birth, so it's not like he was actually that small, but we're not talking rationality here).

But there was this night, six or seven months in, where I was lying on the couch and Scott was on the floor with the baby on his robot blanket digging on the ceiling fan and making noise, and I realized that I was totally relaxed. Because the Zweeble was solid, substantial, and I was no longer afraid he was going to evaporate on me. He was firmly tethered to the world, and at that moment life was awesome.

Day 09 - How you hope your future will be like

Oh, I'm pulling for totally dystopic.

I don't think I want killer robots, though. Or nuclear war (but if there is a nuclear war, I will be sure to stock up on glasses), or kids having to kill each other for entertainment. So maybe a sort of Blade Runner future: rainy, with tech and trenchcoats. Post-plague would be okay, if I can skip Nebraska and Vegas, and maybe make my own little community in, like, Arizona somewhere. I do have the zombie apocalypse contingency plan, so a world destroyed by the shambling undead works for me, too. Or perhaps the world will merely move on, and we'll all have to adapt.

I shall wear leather and have a spiky haircut; Scott will shave his head and wear combat boots and a trench coat. The Zweeble will have a little mohawk and studded wrist-bands. We'll carry weapons: a shotgun, a semi-automatic, and a crossbow will be our favorites. We'll travel the land on our motorcycles (the Zweeble in a sidecar), helping the helpless with problems involving mutants, demons, the undead, cyborgs, aliens, murder, kidnapping, disappearances--whatever our particular apocalypse has left to menace the innocent.

Or maybe the Doctor will finally show up and I'll get to see what happens when the Zweeble yells, "What does this do?!" and yanks a lever on the TARDIS the Doctor has never seen before.

(Reading dracoangelica's posts first is sort of cheating, because I get ideas ...)

( Still to come! )