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Friday, October 31, 2003
I've Been A Bad Fae; Please Don't Take My Picture.
08:40 PM PST (link)
Have You A Little Faerie In Your Home?
Or have you a little Faerie in your workplace? There's something very satisfying about walking down the hallways here in pink and white, my petticoats and wings rustling as I pass by. I go over to the coffee machine and wave my wand; "Faerie coffee kinda sucks," I tell a bemused passerby, "It's all instant." Someone tells me they like my costume. "What costume?" I say, tilting my tiara at them.
I'd like to apologize in advance, because I simply cannot get enough of that joke.
There aren't a lot of people in costume at work this year, no, but I did grin at some clown on the train this morning. I was whistled at by two construction workers, one of whom asked me to "do a little twirl" for him. I was operating on a pre-coffee level, so I had no good response to that. Besides, I was loaded down with all my accessories in my hands and wearing a coat, so it wouldn't have done much good anyway.
But my favorite reaction whenever I'm in costume is always the people who don't see me. Sometimes I catch them looking and they quickly look away, unwilling to acknowledge my existance. That's one of the great things about Halloween; even the somewhat shy, like me, have permission to mess with people's minds in (not-so-)subtle ways. Yes, some days we all want to point a big red angry middle finger at the world; today I'm reminded that it also works just as nicely in a light shade of pink.
(I forgot the cable for my camera, but pictures are forthcoming.)
01:27 PM PST (link)
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Flat As A Board.
I had a difficult time getting all the way through my blogroll tonight. I was up early for a 6 hour meeting, after being up late last night printing out signs and certificates and making Halloween playlists for a fundraising event we put on for our company. Coming with a sore, flat ass from two three-hour sessions in hard plastic chairs, we ran like maniacs to serve beer, sell raffle tickets, and facilitate a pumpkin carving contest. We made a couple thousand dollars for a local charity, so at least I feel a little bit accomplished today. But by this time in the evening I'm just pooped and just want to...
...go screaming down the side of a mountain. I am so predictable sometimes.
Boyfriend suggested that maybe we should go try the real thing sometime this winter. I gave him That Look, the one that usually follows most suggestions involving athletic activities. As I understand it, snowboarding in real life would basically be 1. strapping a piece of wood on my feet and 2. falling over. The only flips I'd be doing would be ass over teakettle down the bunny slope. Plus, yo, it's cold out there. You wonder why I prefer the virtual version?
Then again, I do look nice in ski sweaters, and I am certainly qualified to drink Kalua & Coffee in the bar at the lodge. Maybe we could make arrangements. Maybe they have a TV I can plug into.
11:34 PM PST (link)
Monday, October 27, 2003
Layers Of Love, Folds Of Fondness.
11:42 PM PST (link)
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Hurry My Tray, Darling; Your Auntie Needs Fuel.
My confession: Friday night I consumed a vodka "Martini." It was a party at some friends' store, and they didn't have gin. I know, I've referred to the cocktail as an "abomination" before; obviously the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
So when the Boyfriend fixed a few mean G&T's to enjoy in the strangly warm October night this weekend, I gratefully came back to the juniper berry fold. But the cocktails took their revenge on my head for my infidelity the night before. This time, the spirits were clearly stronger than the flesh. "Run along to Ito and tell him to bring me a light breakfast—black coffee and a Monkey Gland. Oh, oh, and a cold towel for your Auntie Vera."
08:24 PM PST (link)