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thessalian) wrote2006-02-09 11:13 pm
thessalian) wrote2006-02-09 11:13 pm
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Misconceptions
It went okay. I want to throttle Mum, but only a little bit. She was fine about the whole pagan thing, but only because I apparently have more sense now. She tells me that her reaction of "Oh, don't be silly; of course you're a Christian" was part lapsed Catholic guilt, part not thinking I'd thought my decision through and part ... oh, this sounds ridiculous but she said that, because of the violent stuff I read when I was a kid and teenager (stuff that, for the most part, came from her bookshelf, I might add) and the stuff I listen to, she was afraid that I was going to tell her I was a Satanist.
My mother is an unbelievable doof sometimes. But at least there was no fighting, and I restrained all impulses to give her an earful about the whole "You listened to and read violent horror so of course I thought you were going to wind up worshipping Satan" thing. Never mind a) she read all that stuff and hasn't gone Eeevil and b) the eventual fate of most of the demon-worshippers in those things. Either the demon double-crosses them and either eats them or tortures them for all eternity, or some hero comes along and hacks their head off. And besides, she doesn't even really know what Satanism means. I'm more exasperated than annoyed, really. At least she doesn't think I'm insane.
I got some great birthday presents, too. The Encyclopaedia of Essential Oils by Julia Lawless, which is a fantastic book from the brief look I've had at it, and Thirteenth Step, the one A Perfect Circle CD I didn't have anymore and desperately wanted. (Mum's comment on the cover art: "I thought, 'Oh, look. That girl has a slug on her face. That's ... pleasant'..." Also a fridge magnet (madness hamsters), a very tiny comedy book about cats and some Body Shop products from David, who obviously didn't get the memo that I make my own now but did remember that I like bergamot, so that's nice. Of course, I also got clothes, and even that was more funny than anything else, because the first thing I unwrapped was a black linen calf-length A-line cut skirt ... which was an exact replica of the skirt I was wearing tonight, the thing I bought for work with Kier Islington. Of course, it's also a size too small, so I have to return it anyway, but I'm not going to turn into Seth Brundle. There are also a couple of tops, and those are nice and in my size and I needed new work tops anyway. She also says she wants to renew Yuki's pet insurance as a last present to the household, which is nice. One day, when things are a little more settled between me and her, I'll have to invite her over so she can meet Yuki.
I also must remember to try to write down my recipe for sticky ribs; she likes ribs and I don't think she really knows how to cook them so, despite the fact that I cook by instinct rather than measures, I'll give it a go. I can make approximate guesses on how much of everything goes in, and it'll mean I cook them again sooner than I ordinarily would. She's offered to take down a list of stuff I want from North America, too -- maple sugar candy, A1 sauce, Season-All and Lipton chicken noodle Cup-a-Soup. (Saltines wouldn't survive the journey, more's the pity; Saltines crumbled into Lipton chicken noodle Cup-a-Soup was one of the great comfort foods of my childhood.) Might have to ask for Swedish Berries too; some of the gaming group really does like the gummies. Speaking of, must go to the Canada Store tomorrow and get some Canadian sweeties. Yum.
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dodgyhoodoo. The DVD's a Korean flick on the Tartan Asia Extreme label called Whispering Corridors; I spent some time explaining to Mum the deep abiding love for Asian horror films in this house. The game is more Asian horror, but Japanese this time, and based on Lovecraft's Cthulu mythos: Forbidden Siren. Obviously right up dodgyhoodoo's alley, and I had £10 to spend in Virgin on my Addict Card anyway. When I gave it to dodgyhoodoo, it turned out that it, like Project Zero, was one he always meant to pick up but hadn't got around to. Go, me.
Last day of my being 28, and my birthday's not going to be overshadowed by Mum-fight-aftermath. Huzzah!
My mother is an unbelievable doof sometimes. But at least there was no fighting, and I restrained all impulses to give her an earful about the whole "You listened to and read violent horror so of course I thought you were going to wind up worshipping Satan" thing. Never mind a) she read all that stuff and hasn't gone Eeevil and b) the eventual fate of most of the demon-worshippers in those things. Either the demon double-crosses them and either eats them or tortures them for all eternity, or some hero comes along and hacks their head off. And besides, she doesn't even really know what Satanism means. I'm more exasperated than annoyed, really. At least she doesn't think I'm insane.
I got some great birthday presents, too. The Encyclopaedia of Essential Oils by Julia Lawless, which is a fantastic book from the brief look I've had at it, and Thirteenth Step, the one A Perfect Circle CD I didn't have anymore and desperately wanted. (Mum's comment on the cover art: "I thought, 'Oh, look. That girl has a slug on her face. That's ... pleasant'..." Also a fridge magnet (madness hamsters), a very tiny comedy book about cats and some Body Shop products from David, who obviously didn't get the memo that I make my own now but did remember that I like bergamot, so that's nice. Of course, I also got clothes, and even that was more funny than anything else, because the first thing I unwrapped was a black linen calf-length A-line cut skirt ... which was an exact replica of the skirt I was wearing tonight, the thing I bought for work with Kier Islington. Of course, it's also a size too small, so I have to return it anyway, but I'm not going to turn into Seth Brundle. There are also a couple of tops, and those are nice and in my size and I needed new work tops anyway. She also says she wants to renew Yuki's pet insurance as a last present to the household, which is nice. One day, when things are a little more settled between me and her, I'll have to invite her over so she can meet Yuki.
I also must remember to try to write down my recipe for sticky ribs; she likes ribs and I don't think she really knows how to cook them so, despite the fact that I cook by instinct rather than measures, I'll give it a go. I can make approximate guesses on how much of everything goes in, and it'll mean I cook them again sooner than I ordinarily would. She's offered to take down a list of stuff I want from North America, too -- maple sugar candy, A1 sauce, Season-All and Lipton chicken noodle Cup-a-Soup. (Saltines wouldn't survive the journey, more's the pity; Saltines crumbled into Lipton chicken noodle Cup-a-Soup was one of the great comfort foods of my childhood.) Might have to ask for Swedish Berries too; some of the gaming group really does like the gummies. Speaking of, must go to the Canada Store tomorrow and get some Canadian sweeties. Yum.
When I went shopping, I also got a new DVD for the house and a PS2 game for
dodgyhoodoo. The DVD's a Korean flick on the Tartan Asia Extreme label called Whispering Corridors; I spent some time explaining to Mum the deep abiding love for Asian horror films in this house. The game is more Asian horror, but Japanese this time, and based on Lovecraft's Cthulu mythos: Forbidden Siren. Obviously right up dodgyhoodoo's alley, and I had £10 to spend in Virgin on my Addict Card anyway. When I gave it to dodgyhoodoo, it turned out that it, like Project Zero, was one he always meant to pick up but hadn't got around to. Go, me.Last day of my being 28, and my birthday's not going to be overshadowed by Mum-fight-aftermath. Huzzah!