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I was looking up an address to send a card to one of my friends last night (The winning postcard was a "Garden State Parkway" card from the 50s? 60s? with big boats of cars.), and checked my yahoo account for it for the first time in the weekend? or so. And lo and behold, there was an email from one of my friends who I never hear much about and worry about (because one of the last things I heard about him was that he was joining the army so they'd teach him Arabic). But he's doing good and living in GA right now.

I just realised how old he must be now--3 years older than me, so 32. Since I've known him (my freshman year of college) he's been a pre-med student who worked in a brass fittings factory to pay for college, a med tech while waiting to go to med school, a seminary student, and now in the miltary. It's sort of odd. I don't think I know anyone who's joined the miltary after I liked them, and it's so totally alien to anything I believe. He was one of my favorite boys in college, and was interested in me (though it took me god knows how long to figure it out, but I never felt that we'd work as a relationship, and since he graduated, it's been more clear that I was right. Oddly enough, even with that, i think I *should* have dated him in college--I was still overly worried about hurting others at the time, though, so I didn't.

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Also, apparently I grow tired of reading romances (for I have none) and thus will move on to reading mysteries (for at least I am not murdered)


(This feels to me like Mek type logic. I'm not sure why, but Chance agrees with me.)

(Also, please note that I am not giving up reading the romances, I will just mix them in between my mysteries. Scary book, happy book! Scary book, happy book! I will let you decide what the order is there, but I'll tell you, it really depends on the individual book. :)

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Stick figures die! (some in tragic, touching accidents) (Also, there is general cloud abuse)

Anyway, it's here because I loff Brendan Benson (the singer in white). He is also singing in the new Raconteurs video, Hands, which I was watching just because he's adorable and I want to marry him. (He looks like the boy who came for my birthday party. Only, you know, grown up.)

Yesterday his recent album was playing in the kitchen during dishcrew, and it was actually being enjoyed by others (the current cook is very old school sort of things, and thus not as much fun music in the kitchen as under the new regime. but that's okay, because other people in the house like his stuff, and they should have a turn, right?). But it was sort of odd because the cook said, 'Oh, I know who this band is trying to sound like, the Beatles. In a good way, ."

And I realised that I have never listened to the Beatles enough to know when someone is trying to sound like them. (other than the fact that I assume every musician around my age now grew up with at least *some* exposure to the Beatles, so really, why would that be surprising? Unless the band is something like, heavy metal/goth/something else weird, in which case I guess it would be surprising, but not in a folk/rock singer-songwriter sort of band.) (I should clarify that I have heard the Beatles, it's not like I grew up never hearing them. I know a fair number of their songs (though some I get mixed up with Simon and Garfunkel, like Eleanor Rigby(oh, I think because it makes me think of Mrs. Robinson, possibly because both names start with R)). But like Tolkien, I found enough to enjoy in their descendants that I've never been that interested in the original. (actually, one of the songs from the older album just came on (JetLag) and I thought, "Wow. Yeah, that's Beatle-esque.)

Slushbomb!

And I have a draft. Quite possibly a very bad draft. I think I may have skipped entirely over everything that was actually *happening* in the story, and gone right to the end, but these things happen. (they happen a lot in my stories, actually.)

but it's a first draft, and it's done *today* and not this time Thursday when I wouldn't have time to do anything but mail it or not mail it. So maybe it'll get better. Maybe it'll even get better enough to go visit Hoboken.

Oh, it also needs a name, though I'm thinking I may call it just "Company". We'll see.

I should add one note: I think it's the first draft I've finished since I moved up here, 2.5 years ago. I *might* have finished something else since then, but since I can't think of any, it seems unlikely. So yay draft!