I’m there

She’s Geeky (http://www.shesgeeky.org)
A Women’s Tech (un)conference
October 22-23 in Mountain View, CA.

This event is designed to bring together women from a range of technology-focused disciplines who self identify as geeky. Our goal is to support skill exchange and learning between women working in diverse fields and to create a space for networking and to talk about issues faced by women in technology.

I’m going because I’m hoping some of their smarts will rub off on me.   I don’t have anything I do particularly well, I just do a lot of different things.  Juggle the non-profit and keep things running.

Does every family have one?

The wind blew like crazy today and it rained tonight, cold and hard. Fall is definitely here. And very early for this neck of the woods.

I just got a letter from my wrecked sister in the nursing home. She loves the rain. She’s 3 years older than I am, and looks 30 years older from amphetimine abuse. No teeth left. Classic meth-mouth until she got dentures. She nearly died from amphetimines recently, courtesy of one of my old ex-friends, also an addict, sneaking some into the nursing home. Vick has MS, too, probably from years of chain smoking.
Not much left to this sister, really, sort of a strange but mildly Vicki-like shell on top of something unrecognizable. She still loves to receive boxes and to further this effort she has started writing letters now that she can write again. This one (click the link) made Bob and me howl last night when we read it. Maybe it was the vodka again. I’m SO sending her another box of DVDs.

The names on the bottom refer to a nice picture she sent.

vickiletter

Nature’s Twisty Designs

catface spider

Catface spider

Look at this amazing thing.  It’s about as big as your first thumb joint.  What you’re looking at is the spider’s rear end which really does look like a cat face, doesn’t it?  It came from my sister’s porch in Idaho.   T killed this one but K is growing some more.

Junior High Point

This discussion about missionaries [which I can’t even fucking find now] and the guy who answered the door nekkid reminded me of something that happened long ago in Junior High.  In Idaho Junior High = grades 7, 8, and 9. High school was 10, 11, and 12.

I was a smart, fat little toad in gradeschool and 7th grade. Then a miracle happened in the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I grew 4 inches, developed a waist and hips and even some pert little boobs. It was amazing. Puberty hit hard and fast for me, so when I went back to school in the fall, it was a whole new world.

Boys were suddenly very important and I went from being a shy fat little egghead to a, oh hell, I don’t know what I became. But I talked to boys, and flirted with them, led them around by their collective cocks (with a special penchant for teasing the Mormon boys) and was VERY forward and did all manner of things that “good” girls would not do. It was heady and invigorating.

I had a couple of friends, one of whom was as horny as I was all the time. We were shameless in our pursuit of power through pussy. I haven’t decided yet if I can tell some of the stories. It would be rather Cringe-making, I think.

Anyway, back to the nekkid missionary story and the point to this windy post: The guy who answered the door was in a band called the Dreamchildren. The Dreamchildren were the very zenith of cool around the area where I went to school.

The lead singer was named Cliff. He had long blonde wavy hair and was quite beautiful to my lusty little teenaged and hormonally saturated eyeballs. I wanted him.
One afternoon the Dreamchildren gave a free concert at the YWCA which was directly across the street from the high school and not far from the Junior high. I went over with friends, and we sat on the floor in the front row, no doubt reeking of girly pheromones. Cliff sang Pretty Woman, and at one point, bent down to me, lifted me by the hand and then kissed me on the lips during the song. It was surreal. I nearly passed out from the thrill. And it made for a vivid memory.

I married the drummer later but that’s a whole different story.