May 19th, 2009


Monolithic, as ever.

Jenny was working late hours on Monday, & I told her that I didn't have any plans-- that I was going to probably go to the gym unless something happened like people from work inviting me out somewhere too convenient to turn down. Which of course is exactly what happened, within about five minutes of getting to work. Okay, it was a little bit longer than that; I've been getting in to work earlier since the summer hours have started. Still-- after the grindstone salt mines, Adam & I left work. We didn't meet up with any of the usual suspects-- all too scattered. So down we went, looking at maps of hiking trails for his camping trip. Bought some wine, some meats. Ah yes! Bar-b-que is the plan, the agenda. Hooked up with Tania at the cottage, played some video games. Back out for ingredients-- an old woman yells at me not to throw ice. Ice? Whatever, lady. Folks start rolling in-- nobody I know, all New Orleans folks. Kat & Kendry, first. We look through a galley of Wood Nymph Seeks Centaur & pick out our dating archetype (I'm, no surprise, a vampire). Then Sarah shows up, & wouldn't you know it, 2001: A Space Odyssey, which gosh, I haven't seen since Saturday. Adam was out grilling when Sarah put it on (at the Overture; that is how early in we found it) & when he came in there was an entertaining "Dammit Mordicai!" moment. So we all ate grilled foods, wine, beer, &c; had a merry old time, as you can imagine. I walked home at a little after ten. Not too bad a Monday, & it wasn't as cold as I expected, either.
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goblin's grimace

She doesn't feel vague.

Got a little less tangle in the cat's cradle, at last. Everything looking Gordian. A coin toss. The Bones of Jade, the Throne of Amber, the Peacock Stole, the Big Lie, the Noble Lie, the Pillar of Onionskin & Garlicflowers, the Egg of Obsidian. A taxi cab that won't tell you where it is headed, a barber who won't shut up about the bloody history of the Peppermint Pole. Now I've got a bit of a shiver on. The taxi driver says he just wants to drive until the streets fill up with blood. He says he never hears any music on the radio, even when people are dancing to it, singing along. All hear hears is static. This is my kind of taxi. This cab is really going somewhere. You can relax. Check your veins. The barber talks about the kind of stuff they left out of the Key of Solomon. He talks about politics & he means presidents & dukes. Circles & sigils, crocodile jaws on feathered bodies, women's hands. About the Robot Masters. He values things wrong, he is talking about the feather of ma'at, the feather of du'at which everybody forgets about but him & me. He has scissors at my eyes. Bruised hands.
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