1) A friend of mine, complaining about past sex partners, once said that she "Couldn't imagine me saying anything stupid in bed to ruin the mood." Unfortunately, this has become somewhat of a catchphrase between Gini and I, because frankly breaking the mood is what I do (as immortalized in this Home on the Strange strip). Any one of my exes will tell you that I'm astonishingly prone to saying the most awful thing at the moment of greatest passion.
For example, last night. I was sharing vocabulary with Gini as we were lying in bed.
"You know when someone's going down on a woman? And they look up, and all you can see is a fringe of public hair brimmed underneath a nose?"
"Yes...."
"I figured out the name for that look. And I looked it up on Google, and it doesn't exist. I came up with a word that nobody's ever devised before."
"You don't have to - "
"Wombstache!"
She had been stroking my belly lovingly, ready to make the moves on me. Instead, she just quietly rolled over into sleep.
(No worries, I was able to shut up for long enough this morning for a lovely forty-five minute silence.)
2) Thanks to the niceness of![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
glacial23, I was able to attend Cleveland's local hackfest Notacon last night, and saw two presentations before ducking home early to finish an overdue article. The first was a presentation on the future of CSS by Eric Meyer, which was odd because I see Eric at least twice a month but had never seen him do an actual presentation. It turns out to be a lot like the Eric Meyer I know, complete with mild swearing and oddly genteel ranting, except his thoughts on CSS are artfully precise. It's no wonder he's the man in the field.
I would have stayed to say "hi" afterwards, except there was a talk on Web security and using Firefox plug-ins to test for XSS and SQL injection, given by the fine folks at Security Compass (who prompted a few minor upgrades on SCG the last time I saw them give a talk on PHP security).
I hate going to Web security talks, because every time I do I feel like crying. They always have to preface it with how serious Web security is, and they do so by listing the horror stories out there now. If you look at the stats on the number of web vulnerabilities, it's kind of terrifying; we're in the Wild West stages of Intarwebs security, and their tales of managers scoffing at being told they're vulnerable to XSS attacks going, "So we have a pop-up box. What's the worst they could do?" make me want to punch someone. It's scary how little some people care, and even scarier how many people on the other side do care.
3) My daughter Amy was complaining to Gini the other day about going to her first con. Now, as it turns out, she loved it - being in a room where everyone she looked at was an anime fan at least as rabid as her was an experience not to be missed. She raved about how wonderful it was to be among her own kind, and I had to talk her through the Monday post-con letdown.
But now that time had passed, she was ranting about the number of large people who tried to cosplay and wore outfits terrifyingly unsuited to their body type. She has no problem with fat people, but what looks good on a ninety-pound person looks awful on a two hundred-pound girl, and vice versa. You have to dress appropriately to look sexy, and never more so than when you're a four-hundred pound man attempting to imitate a waifish girl superhero.
Leading me to exclaim, "That's no Sailor Moon - that's a space station!"
For example, last night. I was sharing vocabulary with Gini as we were lying in bed.
"You know when someone's going down on a woman? And they look up, and all you can see is a fringe of public hair brimmed underneath a nose?"
"Yes...."
"I figured out the name for that look. And I looked it up on Google, and it doesn't exist. I came up with a word that nobody's ever devised before."
"You don't have to - "
"Wombstache!"
She had been stroking my belly lovingly, ready to make the moves on me. Instead, she just quietly rolled over into sleep.
(No worries, I was able to shut up for long enough this morning for a lovely forty-five minute silence.)
2) Thanks to the niceness of
glacial23, I was able to attend Cleveland's local hackfest Notacon last night, and saw two presentations before ducking home early to finish an overdue article. The first was a presentation on the future of CSS by Eric Meyer, which was odd because I see Eric at least twice a month but had never seen him do an actual presentation. It turns out to be a lot like the Eric Meyer I know, complete with mild swearing and oddly genteel ranting, except his thoughts on CSS are artfully precise. It's no wonder he's the man in the field.I would have stayed to say "hi" afterwards, except there was a talk on Web security and using Firefox plug-ins to test for XSS and SQL injection, given by the fine folks at Security Compass (who prompted a few minor upgrades on SCG the last time I saw them give a talk on PHP security).
I hate going to Web security talks, because every time I do I feel like crying. They always have to preface it with how serious Web security is, and they do so by listing the horror stories out there now. If you look at the stats on the number of web vulnerabilities, it's kind of terrifying; we're in the Wild West stages of Intarwebs security, and their tales of managers scoffing at being told they're vulnerable to XSS attacks going, "So we have a pop-up box. What's the worst they could do?" make me want to punch someone. It's scary how little some people care, and even scarier how many people on the other side do care.
3) My daughter Amy was complaining to Gini the other day about going to her first con. Now, as it turns out, she loved it - being in a room where everyone she looked at was an anime fan at least as rabid as her was an experience not to be missed. She raved about how wonderful it was to be among her own kind, and I had to talk her through the Monday post-con letdown.
But now that time had passed, she was ranting about the number of large people who tried to cosplay and wore outfits terrifyingly unsuited to their body type. She has no problem with fat people, but what looks good on a ninety-pound person looks awful on a two hundred-pound girl, and vice versa. You have to dress appropriately to look sexy, and never more so than when you're a four-hundred pound man attempting to imitate a waifish girl superhero.
Leading me to exclaim, "That's no Sailor Moon - that's a space station!"
