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11/30/05 6:38 am
brighter outside now. At 6 there was no natural light, and the street lamps
made glowing tent-cones every half-block or so, headlamps on cars sending
matched pairs of gold will-o-wisps coming my way, or a floating red bar
streaking off into the night.
I’d say visibility before dawn was a hazy 200 feet. Folks on the sidewalk
did a gradual fade-in… picking up facial features was difficult until
you’re close enough to say good morning. It was a bit like being on the set
of a cheesy twilight zone episode about the afterlife, or maybe a zombie
I dreamt that I could harden my eyebrows, and shoot the hairs beneath my
forehead like dozens of sharpened darts. Someone saw that I was missing a
few, and called out to me – “yo! vanilla ice!” They were brow-shot shortly
afterward, a volley of needle-sharp hairs plunged into the offender’s
I launched the needle-brow attack by doing the lee majors arch. no
nah-nuh-nah-nah sound effects, though.
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10 things that make me happy.
- Chasing Newt around the house, yelling “woogity woogity woo”
- Being Barefoot
- Having the day off to do as I please, uninterrupted.
- Seeing authority figures look foolish.
- Seeing Karma (good or bad) in action (or just seeing people “Do the right thing(tm)“)
- Social time with good friends
- Sleeping in on a weekend
- scalding hot and then lukewarm showers
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
Magda surprised me with a phone call yesterday morning.After a quick visit to Target to pick up some equipment, I met with her and we had a spot of dinner, coffee and conversation. Her computer died while in Colombia, thus loss of contact, no phone number or email, but when she got back into town, my info was in the apartment she has here. Newt and I got some nice hugs and kisses! Quite a treat on an otherwise fairly poopy Tuesday.
She’s only in town for three weeks this time, before returning home for the holidays… and then she’ll be back for a bit in January.
Newt’s a little attention hog… he ran right up to her and gave swabby-feet and headbutts.
She brought me some awesome Colombian coffee, right from jaun valdez himself.
Moment of Lyric: mp3
RS is helping with work… showing some management finesse. I heard the big boss talking about “giving up and firing everyone”… she has been looking quite a bit more tired than usual this last week or so. If I got fired, my only concern would be that unemployment would take care of funds until I found a fresh gig. I won’t worry about missing kids as I’ve discovered that our org isn’t a unique and beautiful snowflake, and that there are others who would pick up the torch if our ship sank. Er, to mix too many metaphors.
I suspect that 2/3 (or more) of the PR section of our group will have found new jobs before my Birthday (Feb 02), but the office is interviewing hard for an administrative assistant. What we really need is someone to answer the phones and do the scut-work filing and such.
RI is in a bit of a cranky-funk, too. I’ve heard rumor that she’s going ot cut her hours back a bit from 40 to a significant fraction less.