triumphant return, or something

Over the weekend I realised that some of the people I most enjoy reading have either slowed down their posting rate, or abandoned LJ altogether (for Facebook or Twitter or "real life," who can say). In an effort to stem this tide, I'm going to try posting more myself.

(My thoughts on Twitter are best summed up by the closing of the Facebook Haggadah: "This year our ceremony still contains some time for reflection, and some ability to remain on the same topic for more than a minute or two. But next year, may our ceremony be faster, divided into bite-sized chunks, and with each utterance no more than 140 characters. And so we say together, NEXT YEAR IN TWITTER.")

Also, it helps out with one of the four things I want to do more of (write; run; play in a deeply character-oriented RPG; meet someone awesome), so there's that. (These goals have their own issues but they'll do for now.)

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So, I spent the weekend (plus Monday) at the beach with my family. It was possibly the worst family trip I've had since I went to college. On the other hand, all the parts that only involved uilos totally rocked.

In retrospect it was sort of the film version of my last year or so of high school and first couple years of college. "Okay, so we compress the action down to the space of a weekend, and cut some of these extraneous girlfriend characters. Maybe make the sister into more of an antagonist, play up the sibling rivalry aspect. The parents need to be a little more sympathetic to compensate, they're kind of one-dimensional in the original. Keep the Arkansans around for background color, add in a kid. No, two. Kids'll amp up the chick appeal. Sound good? Do it!"

We drove down to uilos's parents' place in Richmond on Friday night, in what was probably the easiest Friday I-95 traffic I've ever seen. To make up for it, the three-hour trip from Richmond to Corolla took between five and six hours. Much of the delay can be directly attributed to taking 460 instead of I-64, with all the attendant traffic lights and fluctuations in speed limit and construction one might expect if one had been thinking a little more clearly. The rest came from the most rain I have ever seen in one place. Seriously. Visibility was about eight feet at times. The fields had flooded up to the rims of the tractor wheels. Route 12, the main road north on the island, looked like the Red Sea in places. Excitement and adventure and really wild things.

But we made it, little the worse for wear. I think we may have been behind Jennie Breeden for a brief time on 12 (black hatchback [ETA painted all over with octopi], with a large WWW.THEDEVILSPANTIES.COM bumpersticker and a whole lot of smaller moderately-clever stickers), until she turned off and took a shortcut into Duck.

And if I'm going to post this today I need to stop here. Tune in next time for RELATED TO PEOPLE I CAN'T RELATE TO, or, HOW I MET MY SISTER.

we interrupt this programme

For the last couple days I've had in my head the voice of an elderly man, who speaks with the slightest of accents, saying, "Well. So far, so. . . far."

I'm almost dead certain this is from some movie fairy-tale but I have no idea, and it's driving me insane.

Help?