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Hey, look! The Mahdi is working a completely pointless day!

Let's look at the facts:

1) Federal Holiday
2) State and County offices closed across the nation
3) Consequently, most banks are closed

So, the places where our clients work, and the governmental offices necessary for most of our work, are closed, yet we're still here. Very, very stupid. I predict we'll run out of work by 10am. Of course, then they'll give us pointless crap to do.

I hate some aspects of my life. On the plus side, this is a great motivator to get through school quickly.

Let me tell you a story . . .

A few years back, g31g3r was dumped and, soon thereafter, asked to leave the place he'd been living (the two were, so far as I know, unrelated). Now, G31g3r has been a friend of mine for very nearly a decade, and so my partner and I decided to make him our latest stray and give him our spare room for a few months.

One day, G3, as we are wont to call him from time to time, went off on a trip to see a couple he'd met through me: inebrigoth, merovingianheir, and a few other of their friends. I was supposed to have gone, but cancelled at the last minute because I didn't feel like going to a RenFaire and was a little depressed besides.

When G3 came home, he very nearly immediately launched into a speech about some girl he'd met. It was full of phrases like "this is the one" and "she's so beautiful" and my personal favorite (can you smell the sarcasm?) "I've never felt like this about anyone."

That last was especially annoying to me, as despite what G3 says, I've heard it before (and so have others, so shut up, you). So I counceled a reining-in of emotion, a step back from the admittedly euphoric feeling one gets when meeting and hitting it off with someone attractive, to get his bearings and not do something rash. He refused to listen, getting downright pissy with me at times, insisting he'd never ever said "This is the one I'm going to marry" before despite my having attended his (now dissolved -- and thank the nine for that) handfasting to another woman years before.

Eventually, he brought this girl to Sacramento to meet his friends, and she was a pain in the ass from the beginning. She was rude, she was irritating, she was everything I'd hoped she wasn't. However, a few days later, I saw her again, and this time she was bearable, if not exactly likable (time has given clarity; her bad first impression was due to her nervousness and our defensiveness when (unwittingly) insulted in our own home). I was told she was moving up here to be with him, and I pronounced this idea daft and said it would never work. Nor was I alone in this.

Problems between G3 and I (unrelated to this woman) resulted in him moving out. I didn't see him until a year later when I went to make peace. And that's when I really met her, and this time I loved her. And I've steadily gotten to know her more as time has passed, and I can no longer imagine my life without her friendship being a part of it.

And now I'm proud to say that g31g3r and elisandra, she of this tale, will be married by this time next year.

I have never been more pleased to be wrong.

Congratulations, you two.

Tei'a tei'an'te

If I was a Rich Man #1

I'd start a movie/tv studio/network conglomerate wherein the writers are king, where directors have final say on cuts, and where shows that are good and have sizable fan followings won't be cancelled until the story is done.

Finite stories like B5 (which lends itself to spinoffs, but the core story is over) would be the norm.

JMS and Joss Whedon would have pretty much free rein.

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( Another filk lyric -=- X-Men related )

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I find myself rolling my eyes at iconoclasts more and more lately, thinking "Oh, grow up." My more rebellious notions are softening, and I'm getting tired of "youth culture" and its attitude that if something is making money, it's bad and has sold out (Of course, these are the same kids who shop at Tower, so eh).

I wonder if this is a side effect of getting older.

And hey, why do so many young people automatically equate "Independent" with "better"?

I shop at Borders more often than at, say, Beers books (A local used-book store). The reasons? Borders is better organized, it's cleaner, and they usually have what I want. I go to Comics & Comix for my comics fix because they know me and they've always treated me right. The few times I've tried to shop in independent comics stores here in town, the owners were complete assholes to me. One even started haranguing me over the frown on my face, which had been put there by Mike Savage playing on the store radio.

Same thing with Time Tested Books on K St -- while the owner is nice, his staff are often surly and rude. Yet the clerks at Borders have gone out of their way to help me find books I wanted.

Now, when what I want is best found in independent places, you betch I go there. The Beat in midtown gets most of my (non-filk) music business, though I admit that's partly because I like being left alone in stores and they never ever ever offer to help me.

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Despite the fact that posting these is counter to one of my oldest "DON'T do this in your Weblog" items, I'm doing it again. I guess I'd better revise my rules.

I also don't know why I continuously try to make people understand why I like filk. But eh. I'm bored.

Heh. Here's one reason to like it -- thanks to Filk, I'll never forget the recipe for homemade gunpowder. Black powder & Alcohol, indeed!

( Cut-tagged so those who don't care can move along. )