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December 9th, 2013

Parents Just Don't Understand. [Dec. 9th, 2013|06:32 pm]
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So I don't really have a relationship with my parents. That is on purpose. I didn't have like a terrible childhood, just that sort of "post-military" strictness with a weird crazy religious streak going through it. Neither really suited me; well, the post-military sort of did, I was all deep into Boy Scouts (until they kicked me out for being an atheist) & hunting & that kind of thing. I've got a post-apocalyptic survival background, that's not bad, but well, the religion thing I didn't cotton too, & it was the kind of crazy moral panic religiousness, a pretty bad sort. You know, pretending there were satanic babykillers hiding in the bushes, being convinced the world is six-thousand years old, evolution is so fake that Great Danes & Chihuahuas were created by god that way, that sort of stuff. The satanic babykillers had invented Dungeons & Dragons to corrupt children into the occult (fair enough) & wearing black makes you a warlock (actually, okay, both fair points). Jokes aside, my black clothes & roleplaying books were periodically seized & destroyed, whenever my mother needed to work out her issues by pretending she was fighting the Damian child I became when I turned three. So like, super mysterious why I wear black all the time & talk about gaming basically all the time. I mean, the point was I wanted to do my own thing, macabre elf stuff or whatever, then & now, & now I can. Anyhow, it has been on my mind because people who really had it bad are in the headlines; people like the San Antonio Four being released from prison after ten years because some homophobe claimed they were a Satanic cult, or the Kellers who went to prison for twenty years for the same weird lies, or Liz Mullinar in Australia, a hypnotist, saying that hundreds of kids get abused by Satanic cults & that it is "no big deal." Anyhow! So I call my mother a couple of times a year, like when she sends a check as a gift for a holiday. I'm not super rude or I can be bought, take your pick. When I called my mother this Thanksgiving, I was really flabbergasted to find out she...still believes that Dungeons & Dragons is like, Evil evil, capital E? I mentioned Tor.com in passing & she said she wouldn't read what I wrote there, because it was all about D&D. I don't know, I guess I figured that nobody could still think that, but I guessed wrong. Oh, you definitely think my interests & occupation are like, devil worship? Just nice to know that this distance isn't because of a grudge or anything, but a rational response to people I don't want to really have a relationship with. Just thinking about that & realizing I haven't really talked about anything uh, "personal" in a while, so I thought I'd write it up.
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Harvest Feast. [Dec. 9th, 2013|06:56 pm]
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So it was just Real Thanksgiving yesterday. Yeah, late this year! The tribe is through Kira though at this point we've all known each other for like a decade. Anyhow, Kira's step-dad Robert is a chef, & he had to work on Thanksgiving, & people were traveling, so it got pushed & pushed. Listen, when a bunch of professional chefs are going to cook you turkey dinner, you wait. Jennifer's parents took the train up for the occasion as well; there was only one politics discussion & we didn't really get into it-- I think I heroically bit my tongue & suppressed my natural troll instincts-- so it was nice! We played board games & Jenny's dad Irv swept the day again. He does a similar "minding my own business" thing, a tactic near to my heart (but "let's you & him fight" is my favorite). Anyhow! So Thanksgiving. First off, obviously, the heck with the Puritans & the heck with genocide & so yeah, no, I'm not celebrating that. But I'm not celebrating Jesus when I get presents under the tree, either; they are secular seasonal festivals, yeah? You're eggs & rabbits for Spring, your fireworks & barbecue for Summer, masks & candy for Autumn, your Harvest feast of bounty, & then trees & presents for Winter. Yeah, War on Christmas, up with Santa & trees & prizes. So that happened. I'm a savory eater; I go for the trifecta of turkey, stuffing & mashed potatoes, & real talk? Mostly mashed potatoes. If you feed me paprika, the Transylvanian in my blood will like whatever you cooked; similarly, potatoes bring out the Tír na nÓg in me. Slap on a pat of herb butter, then dump gravy on it. That goes for everything on the plate; butter, gravy. Butter, gravy. I ate a bunch, hung out with Olivia a lot-- Jodi & I went out to play in the falling snow with her in the backyard-- & saw people I like that I don't see all that often, like Joe & Leigha & the rest of that side of the family, & Rita was super charmed by me this holiday I thought. Anyhow so that is what I've been up to.

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