{"id":572,"date":"2004-06-12T01:03:00","date_gmt":"2004-06-12T01:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/06\/12\/dancing-and-typing-dont-mix-like-tequila-and-certain-boys\/"},"modified":"2004-06-12T01:03:00","modified_gmt":"2004-06-12T01:03:00","slug":"dancing-and-typing-dont-mix-like-tequila-and-certain-boys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/06\/12\/dancing-and-typing-dont-mix-like-tequila-and-certain-boys\/","title":{"rendered":"dancing and typing don’t mix like tequila and certain boys"},"content":{"rendered":"

I returned home from Sophie<\/a>s
\nto find a lovely message from Jaques. “Rather foolish to suppose you
\nwould be home on a friday evening, but hey it was worth a try”. I’ll
\ncall him tomorrow and set up a time to watch terrible movies. I
\ndiscovered, (was it only yesterday?), that his telly is large enough to
\nlive in. I was somewhat surprised. This incongrous instrument in the
\nmiddle of an artists space.  The stylized painting of the Joker in
\npurple hat and tails was only appropriate. Of course, I was slightly
\nsurprised to even be invited home. For the long time we’ve known
\neachother I’ve never visited.  I’m coming to see that it’s an
\nomission, a change in relations when you’ve been to a persons home.
\nSeen where they sleep, see how it is they decorate thier walls. I cannot even begin to imagine the look on Bills face if I spend the night over at Jaques watching movies. <\/i> I laugh to myself as I wonder what this will portend. <\/p>\n

It’s been a lovely week of very long days. A few hours before bed alone
\nat my computer seems somehow wrong. I’ve been averaging a bedtime of
\nfive eh em.  I get home or boot people out into a dark sky and
\nwander my fingers over my keyboard futily trying to convey the energy
\nof my day.  Like an orchestra sounding passion, yet leaving me
\nwithout the knowledge to properly apply pen and paper to decribe the
\nsound. <\/p>\n

Ellen<\/a>, by the
\nway is wonderful. If she doesn’t protest, I suggest applying her to all
\nsort of situations. *laughter* Dragging witful people along to things
\nin spite of thier inclusiveness is fun. She professes to shyness, but
\nis very good at hiding it. She also says she’s not a very good dancer
\nand I think I will disagree. We met for the second time yesterday. I
\nwas wearing the geekery goth shirt I was recently given and so she’s
\noffered to lend me The Crow comics, which I have never read. (Marc
\ntells me the panel is a clip from the comic – so wow – two people
\ncalled it as I remained in bashful ignorance). I think
\nthis too will become an excuse to meet again.  We talked of films
\nand technologies and the underground spreading culture that is
\nLivejournal. We met through this and we met again yesterday due to a
\npost as well. She gave me some Vonnegut and I bought her coffee at
\nJoe’s. Right now, of course, we’re being inscestuous and writing of
\neachother in our journals. All the more joy this way. Tying to ropes of
\nwords tighter to bind the world in our interweb. <\/p>\n

Later, after I’d sent Robin on his way and inflicted myself on Marc
\nbriefly, Ian<\/a> and I sat up watching New Rose Hotel. It is so very close
\nto being a fantastic film. Our theory is that the budget was spent on
\ncoercing acttresses to be naked and naughty with Willem Defoe. It’s a
\nhorrid thing to say, but honestly – it would have been better spent on
\nlighting. There is no reason under any ghod of your choosing that
\nWillem Defoe needs to be seen showing so much flesh. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I returned home from Sophies to find a lovely message from Jaques. “Rather foolish to suppose you would be home on a friday evening, but hey it was worth a try”. I’ll call him tomorrow and set up a time to watch terrible movies. I discovered, (was it only yesterday?), that his telly is large … Continue reading “dancing and typing don’t mix like tequila and certain boys”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-572","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=572"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=572"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=572"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=572"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}