February 3rd, 2011

talisman

Cassandra Cain Was Right.


(Batgirls-- Barbara Gordon & Cassandra Cain-- by Art Baltazar.)

I have sure been remembering my dreams a lot lately. I woke up at three am & jotted down a few notes in my phone's "drafts," which is how this one stuck with me. A dream, rather than a portent-- no omens, no Arlequina, no auspices, no Girl from Room 43. In the dream, Ann Ward & Summer Glau played sisters, both of whom were bloggers-- I presume Summer Glau's character Orwell on The Cape has something to do with that, along with watching Serenity the other day. & I don't think I mentioned this, but I did tweet about it: I saw Ann Ward on the R train a few weeks ago, so she must have been percolating around in the back of my head as well. Anthony Stewart Head was an Iroh like figure-- the sort of lazy-seeming but wise zen master. He literally reclined on a pool chair most of the dream. Matthew Lillard was in there too, playing the cut athlete of the family. The family? Didn't I mention that this was a remake of Modern Family? It was Television Night last night, but Modern Family didn't record, so instead we all watched Celebrity Mole. Maybe it is weird that I own that on DVD? Anyhow, in the dream we were starring in a remake of Modern Family. I think I was the nerdy dad & Jenny was the mother, but she wasn't really in the dream. We took a family photo at one point, & we all drew together, portrait style, & I took a pair of iPod headphones & stuck the ends in my mouth, put each bud under my tongue. Maybe that is how headphones work in the future, I don't know. At some point, Matthew Lillard was being challenged to a lot of contests by this girl at the pool-- you know, she kept yelling insults & dares at him. I think it was Madeleine Dupont, who I think was on my mind because I was amazed that not only does Facebook have a "Favorite Athletes" category, but I have someone in that category-- Madeleine Dupont. At some point she came charging over to-- I thought-- physically assault Lillard, but instead they merged into a single blob of flesh. So, thanks for whatever, brain.
candyangel

Exohumans.



Zach Wahls's speech has been making the rounds, lately, but I can't concentrate on the content of his message. I've been reading about Boy Scouts & gender in secret societies lately, so my brain gets stuck when he talks about being an Eagle Scout. I'm guessing that a tolerant Troop is behind it, but I don't think I could handle being in a group that was so vocally opposed to ideals that I care about. I've just sort of been dwelling on that, thinking about how I want to have "Batman Scouts" where you learn rope climbing, boomerang throwing, & martial arts, all while progressing through the ranks of Robin & Nightwing & eventually Batman. I watched an episode of Penn & Teller's Bullshit that was about the Boy Scouts debacle, even. I kind of hate Penn Jillette, & this episode is typical of why-- condemning bigotry while making gay jokes & using women as props? Still, he makes some fairly good points. He's basically a perfect distillation of the atheist libertarian-- you can agree with him a lot of the time, but the rest of the time, what the heck, what the heck. So that has been sort of gnawing away at the back of my brain. I had lunch with Will today, since he'll be back to the Brooklyn saltmines soon enough. We went to Rye House, since I was so impressed last time. This trip I had the truffled grilled cheese, which was darn tasty but not so much I feel I have to order it every time, & the baked potato soup, which was a fine taste experience. Then it was my turn to go back to the grindstone...but not before getting a few sibling interoffice envelopes to the riddle!
ringwraith

But What Does It Mean?



Day Three of the Riddle. I wondered if I would get anything-- most of the day passed with no sign of mysterious interoffice envelopes. Then, two at once! Look at that penmanship; it totally looks like someone is trying to obscure their handwriting. Maybe writing with their left hand?



Inside of one envelope was another envelope, inside another envelope, nested together like Matryoshka dolls-- a size 7, a 6, a 5 & then a 3 followed by a business size interoffice envelope. The interoffice envelope was previously addressed to "Slush" on 18, then someone on 15, then HR on 5, before winding up in my hands.



& then inside the last envelope was...a printed icon of another envelope.



In the next envelope was a box of paperclips, marked with a question mark. The mail guy said that he'd heard from the other mail guy that the source of the envelope was the 18th floor. The only person I can think of on that floor is Kat, though I wouldn't entirely rule out her boss, even. I also wouldn't rule out Nick & slash or Heather, as they are on 19 & could pop down a floor to throw me off the track.



There were 52 paper clips in total-- one for every week, or perhaps the 52 worlds in the DC comics multiverse. Three of the paperclips formed a triad & there were three duo clips-- but that might have happened organically in shipping.



An hour passed & then another envelope appeared-- with a Batmobile in it! Again, different handwriting, but it looks awkward-- possibly the same culprit. The mail guy said that this package had come from 15, which as far as he was concerned meant that it was Andy. That is a strong possibility-- Monica would probably help with that, & lots of other Saints up there, like Sarah & Rachel & Amber & Loren. Plenty of suspects. I'm not entirely convinced that the 18th & 15th connections are solid, though.

(Photo credit to Matt on this series of evidence photos.)
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