Diane Strider, the middle child of the Strider family. 14 years old in '79.
She's always been into the things that weren't popular. she is into the avant garde and the passe, the stuff that is three years ahead of what's popular, or stuff that hasn't been popular since her parents were young.
Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Glenn Miller, Roy Brown, John Coltrane, Louis Armstrong, and Little Richard being a regular in her rotation, and yet she had her finger on what would become new wave before it truly gripped popular music.
She's always seen with these big round sunglasses, fitting the whole Strider visual language. Ankle length skirts, patterned cardigans, her blonde hair hanging straight down to her mid back. always with the energy of a girl who gives of an air of effortless coolness.
She's always teased Dave about his respect and enjoyment of disco, and snarking about the state of popular music from time to time.
Henrietta Strider, the analytical head of the Strider household, wife to Andrew Strider, Mother to Dirk, Diane, and Dave. An utterly brilliant political analyst, published, consulted.
She can read the political winds at every level of government like letters on a page.
It's clear where Dirk got his particular skill set from. To an outsider, she may even appear cold, but she shows her warmth to those who matter to her through many small acts. Through listening, through presence, through saying just what her children and husband need to hear in the right moment.
Henrietta Strider is precision, and makes a pretty good southwestern beef and corn casserole too.
since ive been banned from the egberts john insisted he come over to my place
i tried to warn him not to come over i really did but he wasnt having any of it. he started bitching about how i never invite him over and how i always eat all his food but hes never gotten to raid my fridge and shit like that. i told him exactly what its like at casa de strider but he says he wants to come anyway
chances are he thought i was exaggerating or something i mean my living conditions do sound kind of farfetched
so after i kindly let him into my humble abode the first thing he does is pinch his nose and go "ew it stinks in here!" fuckin rude
us striders dont waste our time doing matronly things like washing clothes and cleaning dishes so that shit is all piled ten miles high. theres a mt everest of dirty clothes in the living room that we refuse to tackle or else we might fall down and break all our bones
well be paralyzed from the waist down like this one spanish kid i know
i tried explaining this to egbert but he just didnt get it. he starts walking around trying to clean. what guy goes to another guys house and starts trying to wash his fucking clothes? christ it was the most ridiculous ive ever seen. he couldnt wade his way through all of the mess so he gave up and just ended up pushing shit in a corner so he didnt have to smell it.
and he says im overdramatic
after five minutes of watching tv he started complaining about how creepy and weird the puppets were. i told him. i told him that there would be a million lifeless glass eyes staring into his soul but he claimed he could deal with it
he couldnt deal with it
i got tired of him talking about the puppets so we went to my room to hang out and shit. he couldnt keep his hands to himself fucking god.
and i dont mean that in a good way. his hands werent on me they were all over my photos and turntables and other delicate items i told him multiple times not to touch
when i go over to his house i sure as hell dont try to grope every little thing i see but i guess those rules of personal space dont apply to him because hes john fucking egbert. he almost broke one of my jars. he screamed like a girl when he saw what was inside. hoped it would freak him out enough to make him leave my stuff alone but no such luck.
then he goes and touches all my swords going as far as to insult them by saying theyre shitty which theyre not theyre awesome. he just has no taste.
after criticizing my swords he moved on to the few posters i still have hanging in my room. there wasnt much he had to say about those before he joined me on my bed
then we talked no touching really because the mood wasnt right or whatever. also john is a douche who doesnt understand the fine art of irony. he said the puppets were to creepy to be making out around.
what was even the point of him come over if we werent going to make out though we might as well have gone along with jade and rose and
i dunno
do something that doesnt involve john criticizing basically everything i do ever. i know i do that to him a lot but still at least im right when i say his movies are shitty telling someone their hipster pictures are never going to do anything but get two notes on tumblr is just flat out rude.
