Family Sushi Night

My family, being (as I have recently come to understand) ridiculously nuclear, makes the effort to eat out together no less than, say, once a month. Tonight, we went out and ate a meal comprising mostly raw fish and rice and spiciness. Some highlights:

JJ: Sorry, I was zoning, what did you say?
MW: You need more sleep.
Panda: He doesn't need more sleep, he just needs it at the right time.
JJ: I do not!
Me: [snerk] Says the kid who woke up at noon.
Panda: And Wednesdays are his early days.
JJ: I did not!
JJ: . . . I woke up at eleven. And didn't get out of bed until noon.
JJ: Or was it two?

Ladies and gentleman, my little brother.

Me: [to MW] What do you want for your birthday?
MW: I want something I can carry around while I'm walking to listen to things.
JJ: A walkman?
MW: Yes!
Me: [at the same time] No one makes tapes anymore, though.
JJ: . . . that's true. An iPod, then?
MW: What's an iPod?

She was actually serious. I'm debating the utility of one, though, because what she wants to listen to are books on CD. These often have copy-protection. Later, on the way home, she asked me more about iPods.

Me: Oh, older ones are cheaper and new ones are more expensive.
MW: What is cheap and what is expensive?
Me: Twenty to two hundred dollars.
MW: And the difference is?
Me: Memory. The new ones hold eight bajillion things, while the old ones only hold six bajillion.
MW: . . . an older one will be just fine.

I didn't play Go tonight, but sushi was adequate recompense. We stopped and got (mint choco-chip, my favorite) ice cream on the way home. So now I'm a happy tan.

Also, I am done with work \o/ It was a good work, and in a little while there will be a good school. In the meantime, I am free :D Yey for vacations.

In other, unrelated news, I am getting ready to go off to grad school and do . . . grad student things. To this end, I have been filing forms. On of the forms I filed was the one where I told the university that I have health insurance and therefore don't need to buy theirs. I send it in and was immediately served a rejection, on account of my annual OOP expense and other numbers. This number is pretty high, and my logic center didn't believe it, so I went looking to find what university health coverage is. This was not easy; it wasn't on the university web site, and the link to find the site it was on was well-hidden, as was the link on that site to the paper documentation. But when I did find it, it turns out that my existing coverage is an order of magnitude higher than theirs. So I sent a polite email which in essence went 'WTF, over' and today they send an email saying that my waiver has been approved.

Really now.

I was served a big heaping helping of feminism at Tiger Beatdown. As I read, it occurred to me that pretty much the same argument works for any socially disadvantaged group. And also that I am, unfortunately, part of the problem simply because as much as I empathize with [insert socially disadvantaged group here], I don't have the experience, so I should just stop talking. Finally, that random jerkasses (of any variety) have no right to my time, full stop, and that I should not ever act as though they do. So, thought-provoking and interesting, but I don't think I will keep reading that blog. My happy depends on not actively seeking out things to piss me off.

Last, I am starting suspect I have circulatory problems. My ass is always cold. Always. Including when I am sitting on a hot pad. What is up with this?