Divisions and Precisions

Good Evening, Bite Me!

First off, let me just point something out. You might note, that despite Brand and his eloquent criticism of T.S. Eliot as a "leading angst magician", I have once again quoted Mr. Eliot's poetry on my web page. Astute readers might also notice that the link back to the full text of the poem goes straight to a web page that is part of a site known as Nuada's Dreamrealm. The owner of the site is none other than (imagine that!) Brand himself. Furthermore, Mr. Pro Wrestling is solely responsible for getting me started reading Mr. Eliot's poetry, proclaiming him one of the few poetic geniuses of the twentieth century. Ahem. ;)

Now, a few responses from yesterday's guest entry.

From James: "Remind me, next time I see Brand, to tell him what a goon he is."

From a co-worker, Eric: "Assuming that pro wrestling does indeed unify the people in a manner similar to ancient mythology, the question still remains: do we want these people unified?" [Ok, that's a paraphrase.]

Ironically, I think I got a bigger response from readers than I ever have before. Oh sure... you don't talk back to me. ;) There was also, allegedly, a response from the now infamous Moyra T, wondering what sort of illicit substances yesterday's author was consuming before writing. But, as that message was only hearsay, I didn't want to include it.

Today has been quite the day. Everyone around me seems to have had a rotten day, while I was Miss Productive. I finished my projects in record time, finished a short story / character history, did one of my critiques for Critters, and now I'm writing a journal entry. Yay me. However, now that it's after 5 pm, things are going downhill. There's a big company function tonight, most of the company is going on a group trip to a Tigers game. Which means most of the people who are supposed to be here right now working... aren't. Which means I'm getting more calls than I should be. But... I'll survive.

And then again, this might turn out to be another night where I resist the urge to answer the phones (cheerily, of course), "[Company name], bite me!"

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Then again, tonight is the full moon/fall equinox ritual for Helix. I'm having some seriously mixed feelings about all this. I had originally volunteered to help organize and lead this ritual, with a partner. But signals got crossed, and we didn't have a chance to get together, and I feel like my partner did all the work on this. I mean, I came up with a few ideas, but that's it. The end result? I feel kinda guilty and don't really want to go at all. No one's said anything really, but... I just feel bad. I'll probably go, because I'll feel more guilty for skipping.

Well, there is a positive side to everything I suppose, and tonight the positive side is that the company ordered us dinner: pita sandwiches, wonderful salads, pizza and (ooh baby) brownies. I have a particular weakness for the brownies this particular deli makes. Chocolate can solve everything. I feel better just smelling the dark, sweet fudgy delight just sitting across my desk staring at me. It's calling my name, but I'm going to put off answering as long as possible. It'll just be better that way, you understand. (And some people think there's no connection between food and sex. Ha!)

Positive side number two! The Banal One has left the building! Yes, against all known probability, TBO, who gets off work at 5pm, actually left before I did (and I get off at 8pm).

I might survive the rest of this night after all. Posted by Lisa at September 22, 1999 04:44 PM