aruan | maybe next time use your eyes (Reply)

Okay, first, since people have been asking: The seabreeze from the Gulfstream current may not have kept you cool during Skills in Miami, but let me assure you it's because of that very thing that the weather wasn't much, much hotter, more stagnant, and dangerously unbearable. It rarely gets into the high 90s in South Florida even at the height of summer, whereas you hear about people dropping dead left and right in other major cities all the time during their heat waves of well over 100 degrees. The rainless cloud cover of '03 was a spectacular stroke of luck, something that didn't strike twice (though there was plenty deluge-ing on the Wednesday before and the Monday after Challenge, so the fact that events weren't cut short by rain was in and of itself a small miracle). Miami knows it's hot and humid and has taken steps to air-condition every indoor facility - it was the organizers' stupidity to hold an outdoor event, for which people have historically shown up in the early afternoon, and not providing enough water, shade, or any opportunity to cool down at an event that runs close to three hours in length. Also, since the aforementioned breeze and Miami being flat, including all architecture but a handful of buildings downtown, we get much better air circulation in general, which means less mess lingering in the air of pollutants. It's the difference between being in a ventilated sauna versus a hot oven, in my mind. So yes Miami is humid, yes the temperatures suck, but it's not the oppressive and dangerous of smoggy, polluted big city heat.

Nobody gets to rag on Miami but me, apparently.

My bottle of Tylenol and I are gonna be much better friends before this weekend is out. However, the apartment is filled with baked goods, and the cleaning began even before the cooking got underway, so all told, this time of month isn't exactly virtue-free.

Lunch with

walkingshadow ended up consisting of picking up Subway at the Union before we had to jaunt back home so she could pack. I dropped her off at the bus stop and wished her bon voyage before pointedly not sniffling as I drove to Publix. However, most boring shopping trip ever or not, having food in the house is never a bad thing. Also, Staci refused to let me mope, so we got spiffed up and took ourselves to Theater Strike Force improv comedy goodness at the Orange & Brew. I've decided my favorite game besides Civil War Letters is the one where they act out a scene, and the host chimes a bell whenever he doesn't like what one of them says, and the line must be changed to his satisfaction before the scene can commence. "It's so good. [ding] It's so bad. [ding] It's ambiguous." I'm so sorry y'all weren't there to head Josh say it though - as with most things in English, it was all about the inflection. You've no idea how much fun trying to make someone say 'laundry room' can be. We even went for Coldstone afterward, which, yes, makes twice in as many nights, but you know, some weeks are like that.

Dude! Someone liked one of my icons - one of the few made by me, not the illustrious

walkingshadow - and asked to use it. I'm not down with icon-sharing, but I did offer to make her one of her choice in the middle of my flattered squeefest.

Did something I've never done before - I watched SportsCenter last night. A whole lot of ESPN, actually. Loved the breakdown of the Pistons/Pacers/fans fight at the end of last night's game, complete with freeze-framing the video to add arrows and commentary detailing and breaking down the action, like it was another play-by-play. On a more serious note, that was some scary, messy stuff.

For those interested, that LiveJournal meme, because I do get the questions sometimes:

My journal is called: the facts as I editorialize them - Because while the things I talk about are true, it's still from my perspective, which is biased by any number of factors.
My friendlist is called: loyal sources - Because I rely on my friendslist as a source of information as pertaining to fandom, and it's just a good newspaper metaphor for the people I choose to have in my life.
My username is: gjstruthseeker - All right, let's get the creation myth down once and for all:
- The truthseeker is the easy part - my first-ever fandom was The X-Files, and while trying to come up with my first-ever e-mail address, I was bitterly disappointed to find out that truthseeker@bellsouth.net was already taken. I settled for something else but really liked the word, so I hung onto it. Now the intials, as that's what they are.
- The g stands for Gwynn, which is a reworking of Gwen, which is the name of Sarah Jessica Parker's character in Miami Rhapsody. Not a great movie, but I loved her character from the first and thought the name was unique and cool.
- The j stands for Juliette, which is the French form of Juliet, the counterpart to a certain role a friend read for in our eighth-grade English class. We had fun reading, and he continued to call me Juliet, a name I came to really like. When my request to change my French name was declined, some friends obliged by calling me Juliette, which I shortened to Jules, and I still go by it to some of my closest friends and, since Smallville, fandom.
- The s stands for Stanton, the last name of my ideal man as itemized to

silentfire one very late night in middle school.
My default userpic is: Lance the Southern dork - Because I feel a certain kinship with the goober, and the text applies to us both.

Mmm. How are almonds in the shell so much better than the ones you buy already shelled? Also, The Santa Clause is on my television and there's the distinct possibly of seasonal coffee tonight. You know, whether you have a "legitimate" reason to celebrate the holidays or not, I couldn't be happier the time of year is upon us.

Quote of the Day:

Someone described Dan in these pictures as "a gay train wreck." I'm so sorry I don't remember who, but know that you made me laugh and laugh.