1 September 2002: Even Us Dragons

After dinner last night, Dragon Lady and I went to visit The Khan and Speaks Like Silence. Hung out, talked, watched Mystery Men. In the course of selecting a movie, I discovered that she hasn’t seen Miller’s Crossing yet, which led me to start compiling the list of Movies She Hasn’t Seen Yet (which of course is also the list of Movies I Get to Watch with Her Soon). She’s never seen a Kevin Smith movie. What a wonderful thing, to be about to watch all of the Kevin Smith movies for the first time!

We also got to discover the list of Movies We Both Like, and it includes some important ones, like Princess Bride and Fight Club. Never get involved with someone who doesn’t like Fight Club. Forgot to ask her about Brazil and Baron Munchausen.

Oh, and she likes Buffy, too. I was wondering who I was going to watch it with, with Moly so far away. Now I know. Season premiere in three weeks... Woot woot, as Lexicat would say.

Dragon Lady didn’t have much of a list of Movies to Make Nickykaa Watch, but in the music department we’ve both got a lot of catching up to do. There’s some surprising and delightful overlap in our tastes already: Squeeze, Blues Traveler, Queen, The Proclaimers. But she’s also into all this funk and Motown stuff that I’m not very familiar with, but have always wanted to get into. She played some Marvin Gaye for me this morning, and I was like, "Oh, yes, this is nice, this is music I want to make love to." And she, in turn, needs to be introduced to Tom Waits, T. Rex (speaking of music to make love to... woot woot), They Might Be Giants, Jonathan Richman, Leonard Cohen, Lucinda Williams, Robert Rich.

The danger of visiting The Khan is that, like most fire elementals, he doesn’t need sleep. And such is the power of his presence that even us dragons – dream-creatures usually attuned to sleep – are subject to getting sucked into Khantime. And so it came to pass that Dragon Lady and I were awake until 3:30 this morning. We woke up about five hours later. We made love, and then I made us a huge quantity of scrambled eggs, and then we went back to bed. We woke up again about two hours ago.

She’s off at a barbecue now, and once I finish writing this I’m going to eat more and then prepare for ritual lab.

You know, the current ritual lab is a major force for change in my life right now, and I haven’t even mentioned it in this journal yet, even though it’s an eight-week lab and I’m already six weeks into it. Oh, well... maybe I’ll write about it next time. Or not. Those readers who don’t know what I’m talking about when I say "ritual lab" should check out the "Paratheatrical" link on the my Pack page (N.B.: Antero, the director of ParaTheatrical ReSearch, appears as "Sherpa" in this journal).

None of this is what I was planning to write when I sat down at the keyboard. So it goes.