We're starting a commune. Wanna live with me?

In less than a week, one of my housemates-- Jen-- has asked me if two different, new people could move in with us, one temporary, the other permanent.

My Official Answer: I don't care.

Now, this isn't because I haven't thought about it. I have, at great length.
That's five or six people living in out apartment, sharing one small bathroom, one small kitchen. That's five or six people all with different sleep schedules keeping each other awake with their music and conversations. That's "OMFG, we just went grocery shopping three days ago and we already ate two loaves of bread?!?!" That's more "I can't stand it when so-and-so does ____" and "XYZ really drive me nuts! and "If I have to ___ ONE MORE TIME...!" That's trying to organize more work times and chorelists and bill payments.
Now with twice the psychodrama and half the communication.

That's putting up with Matt's bad puns and dysfunctional, almost schizophrenic breaks between "I can't take anything seriously; I'm gonna quote Animaniacs" and "Oh, my God, my life sucks and I want to die."

Also, Wendy hasn't been asked about either of these, and she right now holds the final vote. If Wendy says no, flat-out, the answer is no. She's already having issues, and I don't want to put any more stress on her, since she did come all the way out here from Pennsylvania to start over again with Tom and I.

I'm a lot more OK with the temporary resident, for several reasons.
One being the temporary factor.
The other main one being the fact that this could be for him what we offered to Wendy: a completely new start someplace new, along with the time he would need to get back up on his feet again.
He's dead-ended where he is, and really seems to need the help.

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BUT
...my Official Answer to both is "I don't care."

I maintain my neutrality.
It could be really fun and interesting. It could be a miserable, atrocious failure.
It could just be the same as life for us in this household is already, a bit of both joy and hardship as we bumble along, while improving life for others. This is the most likely, and that's why I don't care.

God, I'm such a sucker for stray kittens.

...I'm soooo sleepy and I don't know why.

Books I bought and am attempting to read:
The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
Wolf Night by Tara K. Harper
The Magic of Shapeshifting by Rosalyn Greene
The Five Gospels by Robert Funk, Roy Hoover, and the Jesus Seminar
The Everything Learning Latin Book by Richard Prior
The Right to Write by Julia Cameron

I really, really recommend The Five Gospels as one of the best translations of the gospels I've seen, and one of the most enlightening, interesting dives into the life of the historical Jesus. Thank you, liberal New Testament scholarship!


If I spent ten minutes a day studying the languages I have previously studied (y'know, to keep up with them and remember more of them), it would take me over an hour.
(Sign language, French, Spanish, Ojibwe, Latin, Koine Greek, and Japanese. That's not even counting in the little snippets of Kiswahili I learned, or the bits of Russian and German.)

[Easiest to learn: French, Greek, and Japanese. Figure that one out.]

I've been thinking a lot lately of taking my language out of the closet (literally), and revamping it, considering how much more I have learned about language structure and evolution since the last time I really worked on it.

God, I'm a geek.