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[mrissa]

I had to laugh as I was reading some of the posts on my friendslist this weekend, because people were saying that there were no more Easter baskets in their houses since their youngest kids had turned 12/15/16/18/21/etc. My mom seems to have the policy that the Easter Bunny leaves something for all the kids who are coming to her house for Easter dinner, and as she is the one who subcontracts for the Easter Bunny locally, she gets to decide who is a kid, of the people coming to dinner. So I was the youngest human recipient of an Easter basket, at 28, and there is no particular end in sight. Even though I didn't make it down for dinner last night, or tonight. They brought the basket up, and I tried not to breathe on my grandfather, who has gotten more susceptible to bronchial woes lately.

You know what? When they say a cough is productive, they don't mean it finishes revisions or writes new chapters for you or even goes and sorts the laundry. Stupid faux-productive cough.

I have been rereading and napping and rereading some more. The vivid dreams, oof. Some people are just not meant to be made into anime characters. (Some people right around here.) Also, my subconscious seems to have rather drastic notions of symbolism at the moment. We are not quite to the China Mieville sea of pus level, but still...rather colorful. Yes.

The nurse poodle has been very attentive. She is convinced that I should lie still and not do foolish monkey things. I am, however, allowed to eat broth, since I spoon some over her food. Broth is all right. Far better than chamomile tea, which she sniffs at dubiously and should not care to have spooned over her food, thank you all the same, monkeys. The nurse poodle isn't always right, but she's always keenly interested.

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[retrobabble.livejournal.com]

I was the youngest human recipient of an Easter basket, at 28, and there is no particular end in sight.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Hope you feel better soon.

If it makes you feel any better (or perhaps shares TMI about my family), I had a phone call Sunday morning from my mother:

"Um, the Easter Bunny dropped by and pooped all over my table. It's addressed to you; come and get it."

Yup. So you at 28 have a way to go yet. *g* (She later informed me that my father was most concerned that he picked up something for me for Easter, but hahahaha! We know it's really his excuse to get some for his own.)

[brooksmoses]

I don't remember when I and my brother stopped getting Easter baskets. I do remember, though, that I got my first (electric) razor in an Easter basket one year, shortly after my chin started getting a little fuzzy.

[evangoer.livejournal.com]

According to my Pocket Freud Guide to Dreams, the sea of pus (or similar fluids) means that deep down, in your secret heart of hearts, you actually like China Mieville's stuff after all. Come to the dark side, M'ris! We're waiting for you, with our friends the magical steampunk pirates. :)

Sorry to hear you've been so sick, though. What wretched timing.

on people and anime characters

[intrepida.livejournal.com]

There's a guy in my department who looks like an anime character. Fine bone structure, pointy chin, floppy hair in front of his face, wide-set eyes, the whole she-bang. I was far more concerned when my subconscious turned him into Apollo the other night (mowing down the children of Niobe, no less), especially since he is much more of a Hermes....

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's really obnoxious when your subconscious picks the wrong gods. I hate when that happens.

Sometimes when I am sick and/or overtired, I look like roadside velvet art, but the sad big-eyed child kind, not the Jesus or Elvis kind.

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[intrepida.livejournal.com]

*trying to imagine mrissa as Elvis*
I think I just broke my brain.

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Oh, but I make a fine Jesus? Well, not as good as Amy Ray, but I do know all the lines....

[one-undone.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware of this business of stopping Easter baskets at a certain age. o_O

::is somewhat nervous::

I'm 37. I subcontract for the Easter Bunny in our house, and until he renegotiates our contract and says otherwise, everyone here will get baskets, and there will be chocolate and goodies of many types every Easter for as long as we are capable of consuming them. I think that's the way it should go.

::nodnod::

Oh, and let me know if you get that productive cough to sort laundry, because I have a couch full of laundry that could benefit from your coughing on it. That would be something handy if you could get it to do that. ;)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

If it'd work, I'd cough on laundry for miles around.

The EB is getting a bit eccentric this year: he brought my dad a tin of Slim Jims. Happily (?) they were not Easter-egg-shaped Slim Jims or bunny-shaped Slim Jims.

[one-undone.livejournal.com]

I need to talk to this EB, as there were no Slim Jims in MY basket, yet that's probably only because it didn't occur to anyone that Slim Jims were basketworthy (but now that I think about it, they absolutely could be, and I'm sure Jason will agree). Thanks for the tip. ;)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

My dad had not eaten Slim Jims in three decades, from the report I heard. EB creativity!

[columbina.livejournal.com]

The Easter Bunny is long gone from my household, but the Hare Wot Trolls the Half-Price Candy the Day After is alive and well and always seems to leave a few bags of stuff lying around. It's less elegant, but I don't prize form over function where chocolate is concerned.

I am now tempted to draw an anime-style Timprov. Fortunately for all parties concerned, I cannot draw, and this will likely squelch this idea.

I've decided that "not always right, but always keenly interested" should be my new personal philosophy.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I am wondering if the Pentecost Squirrel is the being what trolls the cheap chocolate, but no, squirrels like nuts and it'd be awfully stale by then. I think the Pentecost Squirrel is buddies with Hanukkah Harry and the Clue Fairy.

timprov is indeed on the list of people Best Not Shown As Anime, but he was not the one I was thinking of.

It's a good motto.

[cakmpls.livejournal.com]

I still do Easter baskets for my "kids"--this year, not just the 23-, 20-, and 16-year-olds, but even the almost-24-year-old in Korea! (His cost me more to ship than the candy was worth, but it needed doing.) I plan to continue at least until I have grandchildren, if that ever happens, and maybe beyond.

[madwriter.livejournal.com]

So be especially careful, them, if they say it's a constructive criticism cough.

"Isn't he a little old for the Easter Bunny?"

[jymdyer.livejournal.com]

http://www.comics.com/comics/arlonjanis/archive/arlonjanis-20070406.html

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yah, I suspect that my mom would treat people who suggested Santa time was over fairly similarly: "Look! It turns out Santa brought more stocking stuff for other people than you!" I know I would.

[aszanoni.livejournal.com]

"You know what? When they say a cough is productive, they don't mean it finishes revisions or writes new chapters for you or even goes and sorts the laundry. Stupid faux-productive cough."

Could be that it's not a literary cough. Might not even be literate! Probably was supposed to mug someone else. -pictures the cough trying to puzzle out its marching papers, with much squinting and muttering-

-frowns- Was there some cough-front going through Wisconsin and Minnesota recently? Bet it got carried on the airplane. -glumly- We did have a tiny layover in MPL en route to Congenial.


Ohhhhh... Pentecost SQUIRREL. =-rolls-=

ah! Bet that no one is paying the Clue Fairy. Unless the Clue Fairy is laid up in a Hospital for Mythical Beings, in agony, weeping buckets about how the clue-by-fours get heavier all the time. And all for nothing!

I am really trying to avoid anime images of this. They will only hurt me.

- Chica