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Mr. Music has a family member in hospital and so we have re-skedded our music meeting for next Friday.  In the meantime, I have a lot of cleaning and laundry to do, so I’m going to get at it.

Patricia’s off in San Francisco, I hope she’s having a good time.

I woke up this morning with a sudden, and as is usually the case with me, irrational, conviction. The thoughts that are now blowing through my mind fly in the face of anything resembling sense, or self-interest; but I am not a rational creature at the best of times and many times in my life I’ve done what appeared to be stupid things only to find out later that it was my stupidity – or stubbornness – that got me to the good place I didn’t know I was going.

Perhaps I’ve been infected by the irrationality of the Civil War; Jeff and I watched the first episode of Ken Burns’ documentary on the Civil War last night (Patricia’s been encouraging me to watch it for years).  It occurs to me that I’ve been playing it safe for quite a while and I need to shake things up a little.  I’m going to think about it over the weekend.  Maybe I’ll think better of it.  Maybe I won’t.

I rearranged my mandolin lesson – my teacher forgave me, which was decent of her. There are many things about middle aged women I like; the forgiveness of the inevitable mental lapses, as my hormones wreak havoc on my intellect, is definitely one of them.

Robof9 just informed me that he’s going to be sitting in my cubicle after the move.  Karmic oddity, that.  It’s one of the nicest pieces of real estate in the company, so I’m happy for him.

I’m going down one flight, but Patricia loves me and gots me a good seat.

Perezzers posts this complimentary description of her royal trooperness.

I especially love the line about children.

Just learned that a noted SF writer has an email address of lazaruslong@No, I’m not going to give the whole thing away.com.  That’s for my mOm, who will be amused.

She’s apparently off at Jessica’s and back tonight. Great, another 10 months of bed checks.  I’d forgotten how much fun it was!!!

I only say Katie sleeps here because one of my all time favourite books, A Midwife’s Tale, contains phrases like that a lot.  Just read the book, it has all-inclusive awesomeness.

If I said that feminism only started to suck when it started being taught in schools, as a discipline, would any of you kick me in the slats?

I want to see For All Time. Seriously, Mary McDonell and Mark Harmon in an steampunk SF love epic based on a Rod Serling story?  Where’s my popcorn and hanky!!!!????  OF COURSE it’s not out on DVD, why would two of the biggest tv stars in the world get a DVD of their well thought of TV movie???  Anyway, this is called a hint, Mr. Universe.  Okay, Ms. Universe.  O, Universe, bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia!!! and that movie of course.  And you will, too, if you know what’s good for you.

Very bad night’s sleep.

The system is being shut down at work for a day and half starting noon today.  I srsly gotta get in to work and try to grind through some transactions before the curtain falls.

Strange dreams.

I watched Darjeeling Limited.

Excuse me, o thou great parent of the universe, but I would have watched it a lot sooner if somebody had mentioned the three magic words Natalie Portman naked.  Also, I think Adrien Brody manifests bunnies and excretes cotton candy.

I cooked the folks French toast for brekkie.

Katie’s wearing the pants I got her at H&M.

I did the banking running around yesterday so Katie can get her supplies and pay for first term.  The first cheque I wrote was inadequate; it needed to be carved in two pieces, one hammered and one not.  When I handed over the hammered cheque for 1200 dollars I said, “Katie, if you lose this, it’s like torching 12 100 dollars bills,” sternly, while thinking I’d part with a considerably larger sum to see this day come.

I gotta have a shower, the bus comes in 20 minutes.

That is all.

The first 3 seasons of NCIS are done.  Hiatus I and II sucked wind at a hundred p.s.i., but maybe I’m just mad because they never filmed a dream sequence of Mark Harmon and Michael Weatherly getting it on.  I mean, three seasons in, and Whedon would have done it, but I guess Bellisario is molto square, although he sure makes room for all the slash fic you can think of, what with everybody bein’ so touchy and all.  Boy, does Mark Harmon hug Pauley Perrette a lot in Season 3!?  Then, further to the slashfic.  I’m imagining a mashup consisting of “You’re the Top” sung by Barbara and Ryan with every mention of top and bottom showing DiNozzo and McGee with nice linking motion caps.  Mm.  Could go places.

Really,  really,  I should change the subject.

你好!

If the above noted is garbage, my apologies, but I just inserted ni hao, which is hello in Mandarin (literal translation.. you good?)

Took me forever to find the right characters.  Just playing around, can’t really start the laundry until later….

Uber-cousin Alex has forwarded yet another cute pic of her jet-setting offspring, Darwin. Here he is lounging by a pool in Switzerland them there furrin’ parts. As corrected, France.  Hey, I’m flying to the north end of France in November.  I’ll be doing my own little war re-creation, slogging through the rain.

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Hypocrisy, but my spleen started gnawing on my left eyeball in protest, so I had to find another subject. For a minute I considered a rant about Paul’s driving, a subject that just never gets old, but I decided that is a) too easy and b) not respectful enough. Then I thought of writing about the 100 things I would do if I was the benevolent dictator of my work; and no, it doesn’t involve public humiliation, bondage and urine, although if I was the malevolent dictator of my work that would all be up for grabs, so to speak.

I reviewed the many, many things which can set me off, and as my pulse pounded and my blood pressure started to look like a gauge on a hydraulic actuator, I thought that maybe I should reconsider this whole ranting thing. Ranting is just loose lipped emotion stuffed into a nice subject matter casing and done to a good brown. How does it help a weary and degenerate world? Apart from being entertaining if it’s done right. I mean, my homilies are rants, but prettified, all the cuss words taken out.

Then I thought about… the crush. How can I fail? That, friends, was a rhetorical question. Maybe some other time.

Ooh. I thought about Revelation. You know, the book in the Christian Bible. Continue reading Today I’d like to rant about….