February 5th, 2006

getting by

Not tonight, I have a headache.

Sometimes my mom was totally right about the things she told me as a kid. This time she was totally wrong. She told me I would "have to" learn to watch football socially, because I would be invited to football parties and would need to at least feign interest for awhile before I could get someone conversing over the bean dip and ignore the game for awhile.

Absolutely, totally, in every way wrong. I don't recall ever being invited to a SuperBowl party, much less any other kind of football party. Do I feel snubbed? I do not. If timprov was up and around and feeling good, it would have been a great time to go to a favorite restaurant (probably El Meson) when there wouldn't be People there. As it is, markgritter and I will have fajitas, and if the TV goes on, it will be because we wanted to watch something, not because we're feigning interest for someone else's sake. And if it doesn't go on, oh well.

We have friends who watch football of various types. They never invite us over to watch "the game" with them. Why? Because they know we don't care, so we go out for dinner or watch a movie or go for coffee or tea and talk or go look at flowers if we're feeling like it. They don't think that we're antisocial or that we dislike them. They just think we don't like football. Because we don't. I don't see a problem here.


Some of you have noticed the new journal title and subtitle, and apparently it needs an explanation.

See, my printable superhero name, according to timprov, is the Non Sequitess. And we have been joking for quite some time now that if Wonder Woman flies an invisible airplane*, the Non Sequitess rides an Invisible Segway. When the transitions in my trains of thought get particularly opaque, we have started making the Segway handlebar gesture -- he to indicate that I have gone riding off on an invisible segue again, I to indicate that I know I have and will either explain in a minute or accept that it was totally random-looking from the outside.

After a conversation with a lot of associative leaps the other day before he went to bed, we started joking that I had gone beyond just riding my Invisible Segway and had taken up trick-riding. And the other meanings of barnstorming -- not just stunt flying or exhibition sports events but also political speeches, lectures, and theatrical performances -- seemed particularly appropriate. So here we are.

*I still maintain that flying an invisible airplane is wayyyyy too close to the boundary between supercool and totally nutbar. Suuuuure, lady. You'll just hop right in your invisible airplane. You do that.