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there really are invisible computer people
children of dune - leto 1
Dear Invisible People Inside My Computer,

So like, on Friday, my son calls me at work and says, there's this box that says it goes in the refrigerator; do you want me to put it in there? The answer was yes, and to be fair, I thought he was talking about the box talking to him, so I didn't want to invalidate his talking box.

(if you say any of that paragraph surprised you, please refer to tag 'child')

As it turns out, there was a box. A box that didn't talk, as it turns out, and okay, yes, I should have maybe assumed that in the first place, but it was Friday and that is not the weirdest call from Child I ever got; it was more restful than 'I'm sorry about the hole, bye!" I mean, talking box is like, awesome. A friend at home!

I have no idea how to get this across in text to convey the sheer glee, but it had all the sugar-based food that I couldn't eat before surgery and so never actually talked about because the coffee thing was bad enough, but the list of questionable foods I was off by August was really--irritating--and I'd cut off some things proactively. Also there is a bear, which yes, there was a bear!. Obviously I wanted to know who sent it, so we went looking for the external box and apparently, it no longer existed, but Child said "It was the invisible computer people" and I thought, oh, funny, someone sent me candy and I'm going to have to actually say here "Did anyone send me chocolate?" or worse, maybe not mine.

There was also a Christmas bear--a Christmas Bear--so really, that did seem to suggest this all was mine, or I would claim it until the day I died.

Then on Tuesday, I come home to another box. One that also said refrigeration, and there were pears! And I was like, whose pears? I want pears! And I took one, and then realized they were my pears and hell yes, I don't have to share them! And strangely, it indeed was from "The Invisible People Inside My Computer" (Sorry I doubted you, Child, but come on, talking box) and while taking that box to the garage for future storage purposes, well, there was the first box, right there and there was card and yes, thank you, it was the perfect post-Horace glut of goodness.

I have not actually glutted myself, and eventually, I will share with Child. That was--I mean, unexpected understates the case. Talking box seemed more likely.

Thank you so much, and I apologize for the delay; this actual entry has been open since yesterday and then there was that entire--thing--and I was eating a pear late last night while frowning at that--thing--and oh, irony.

Thank you very, very much.


(Note: Trufax "invisible people inside my computer" is on the card. This is not a psychotic break. God, there was a card. This is so awesome.)

Further Note for Invisible People: okay, on the exterior paper that the card was under was your name, but I wasn't sure if you meant for that to be there or you were going for anonymous, but then it occurred to me what if it was supposed to be there and you think I can't read while I was finishing this entry. You're extremely awesome. Thank you.

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God, I wish I'd thought (or had been able to) send you the box just to get this story out of you!

*dies* It was so embarrassing. I spent all weekend snacking trying to figure out how to post a thank you and explain, no, it's not my fault, I THOUGHT HE MEANT THE BOX TALKED SO I DIDN'T GET DETAILS and then pears! And then there was the box with the packing slip, so I felt vindicated for surreptitious pre-thanks snacking. Sort of?

It's jsut all so obvious in retrospect; he also gets a share for being right. Darn it.

....poor Child, no wonder he is warped!

Talking box thing makes sense in context. I dont know what kind.

'I'm sorry about the hole, bye!"

I really want to know about this, now.

Re: 'I'm sorry about the hole, bye!"

Ooooh no, a sentence like that, I never ask for clarification if I can help it. I mean, he called so he's breathing, and no sirens. Probably no smoke; he sounded okay.

Speculative, backyard to the left of the house, there was at one time a fresh pile of disturbed dirt. I actually thought about going to see what it was, and then I remembered, no. Later, again never asked the pile of dirt may or may not have been a hole that may or may not have had a lawnmower stuck in it, because Child is many things but not one to check for gas. And who sane would leave gas in the lawnmover when Child has access to it.

I don't know how these things relate, and honestly, as long as I can safely say the pet population here is not going down mysteriously, nor is Child wiki'ing for anatomy and Charles Manson articles, I'm okay with just never thinking hard on the subject. That way lies like, madness. Or prescription drug abuse.

That way lies like, madness.

I love teaching children like this. He sounds amazing. I remember my parents saying once that they were glad I was smart and weird and not a jock because they wouldn't have known how to raise a 'normal' child!

The invisible computer people do love you, you know.

Re: That way lies like, madness.

Considering that work is gone to mandatory overtime, mandatory Saturdays, and we lost Veteran's Day and might have ot volunteer to come in the day after Thanksgiving, I can safely state the invisible people pretty much wiped my frustration totally. Being able to sit at my desk with it at work and smugly snack while we had another code update and everything failed? Delays became snack time and that was good. WHATVER TIME TO TRY A CHOCOLATE MARSHMALLOW THING.

Invisible people are psychic or something.

It's wonderful to have imaginary friends inside the computer who actually send actual care packages - congratulations!

Delicious ones! I am going to seriously go into sugar shock soon.

Cute! I love your child stories. Almost kinda makes me want one. ;-)

Just FYI: In both Chrome and Firefox when I click on one of your links, like for Merlin (happens for most of them), I get page not found errors. I played with the link a little and it seems to be b/c: I get a link like ...../tag/recs:+merlin (or http://seperis.livejournal.com/tag/recs:+stargate:atlantis+2005). The link works when I take the + out: ......./tag/recs: merlin (http://seperis.livejournal.com/tag/recs:%20stargate:atlantis%202005, where the %20 = a space. Just thought I'd let you know.

God, I forgot LJ did the tag code change thing. Thank you!

Usually when my box talks to me, I have to go to the pharmacist.

Are you going to post a picture of the new bear?

Never mind. Saw it on the website. I like the feet.
The cherry/chocolate candy cane sounds awesome.

Yeah, I pretty much knew where this story was going with the second sentence, because one of my own Xmas traditions is the Swiss Colony order, and they stick big "refrigerate immediately" signs all over the packaging.

But -- so very, very glad some people were on the ball and thought to send you a care package! Two, even!

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