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So today since waking at 8:30 (because I could) I finished the semisonic book, decided the Lackey book scares me and goes back on the shelf for later, or possibly for return, read "A Promising Young Man (and about time too)," a light but thick chick-lit book, and "The Barrytown Trilogy."  I've seen two of the three movies (The Commitments and The Snapper--much prefered The Snapper over all), and really enjoyed them.  The last book in the trilogy was rather meh--actually, it was fine, it was just as long as the first two put together, and not worth the length.  Yesterday I read the first half or so of War of the Flowers which I'm really enjoying, up until the 9/11 bit.  So it's just going to think about what it did wrong for a day or two (or probably until next weekend so I can read it in daylight), and I'll get back to it.  I haven't, *cough* haven't actually read "War of the Oaks," so I can't compare to that one.  That said, I can definately draw paralells between it and Bonedance, oddly enough (which is also something I was reminded of very strongly while reading "The Mystery of our Baraboo Lands," and I think there's no reason for that at all.), but i think it's more along the lines of 'a common enough theme in fairy stories," not a rewrite or anything.  I don't know.  If I find a copy of War of the Oaks to compare  it to, I'll let you know. 

I also read all the other newbie stories in Polyphony 3 this weekend.  I just...haven't been able to read them before, for some reason.  So I sat down and read "The Mystery of Our Baraboo Lands,"  which appears to be one of those post-apocalyptic pastoral stories, but maybe not.  Hard to say for sure.  Oh, and possibly some very strong similarities with a Stargate episode, but then again, I only just read the story once and while I was going to read it carefully, that didn't happen.  I did like it very much though.  And I read heather Shaw's story.  And I'm really surprised a) that they bought my story with that one already in the book, and b) that they put our stories so close together.  I think there's a number of important difference between our stories, I just think at the same time there's a lot of the same things.  And I read Alan's "Our Byzantine." which may have been my favorite of the lot, if only for the problems I had telling what was literal in the story and what was figurative, and while I did make a decision at one point, I also came to the realization that my decision could quite easily have been completely totally different from how he'd been writing it.  I can't tell if I'll have to read it again.  We'll see. 

So there was lots of reading this weekend because I felt like it, and because while the festivities were really cool, there was a lot of walking involved, and a lot of standing, so my feel were so on strike today.  but I have clean sheets for bed, I have sweet things to dream about, and I have to ignore what I may get fussed at about tomorrow.  We'll see.  And of course, I need to keep flirting.  I do love flirting.  And I'm too tired to sit straight now.  So I love you and I'll see you in the morning.  (Oh, and I tried to nag my brother into coming for dinner tomorrow or wednesday. )

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I'm not allowed to ask people I'm temping for why they don't just hire trained monkeys for these jobs, right? I miss looking forward to work. I just finished the mind numbing chore, got given something interesting, and then had it taken away from me, and oh, those problems you saw with the mind-numbing chore? Why don't you go back and fix them?

And I am so tired of people not getting my jokes. I can't even make them around here, because people just stare blankly at me. I tell them to people later, and they laugh, so it's just something here. Is it wrong to not want to work somewhere because they don't get your jokes? Cause I really loved the fact that I didn't have to watch my jokes at ESSI. And I *hate* people saying, "wow, that's random," because, you know what? It's not random. There's a very clear line of thought leading from point a to point b, and if you can't see it, that doesn't mean it isn't there, and it really freaking bothers me lately. I don't care what you think, but please, stop saying it. The house is good about both of these things--Kitchen boy and his friends got all my jokes, and I don't think I ever made a joke and got to stand there while they stared at me in confusion, which is pretty much why I no longer love Office boy.

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Chai boy says that most everyone's job could be done by trained monkeys. "Well, a chimp, really," he said. And I said, "Of course. You wouldn't want just any old monkey off the street doing your job. They'd have to be trained first."

I hadn't realised that Mir, as in the space station, meant anything, but not only does it, it's in the dictionary: "a village community in czarist Russia in which land was owned jointly but cultivated by individual families "

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Oh, I want.