Come down in time, and I'll meet you half way

This morning the net in the house was dead. I got as far as rummaging under the housemate's bed for hardware (because I knew that all I had to do was punch a button and wait a minute) before deciding I had way better things to do with the six and a half minutes before I left for work. Like make breakfast.
This evening, all the files on Tersa's computer are once again considered imaginary by my mp3 player. Next time I'm copying all of them over to my hard drive, thus eliminating all the convenience of shared folders.
Kevin the make up guy stopped in at work today and said holy crap there's only one person signed up for a session on Friday, we need somebody to walk around and demo the product. So I got a long tear up the side of my face and put my top hat back on and disturbed a few customers.
After work was the celebratory dinner at Ariake which I did not have to eat alone. On short notice, I collected five other people and we celebrated greatly before I was abducted to Avalon for a massive television infusion. Honestly, Gilmore Girls, Buffy, and Angel. Three hours in one night is way more than I can handle. The best part was when naughty kitties Megs and Laura came and scratched mightily on the door and I got to spray them with the water bottle which taught them much better jobs.
Gaming tomorrow. Feeling not ready, but feeling not ready for a lot of things since I started working. I got way too used to having unemployed-person levels of free time.

What a swell party this is...

Forgot. Uncle Jerry's back in the news. The stupid fuckwit.

 What Falwell Really Meant

   by Michael Gerber and Jonathan Schwarz

   "I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the
   feminists, and the gays and the lesbians...the ACLU, People for
   the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America, I
   point the finger in their face and say, `You helped this happen.'"

   --Jerry Falwell, September 13th, on The 700 Club about last week's
   terrorist attacks

   "I sincerely regret that comments I made...were taken out of their
   context."

   --Jerry Falwell, September 14

   Nine Possible Contexts:

   1. "...NOT."

   2. "You know, I'm really high right now, so this may not make any
   sense, but..."

   3. "Keeping in mind that today is Opposites Day, I emphasize that..."

   4. "My son showed me this cool thing on Alta Vista, where you type
   something in English and then have the computer translate it into
   French and then into Spanish and then into German and then back to
   English--it's kinda like 'Telephone,' you know?--and something that made
   sense at the beginning will come out sounding like..."

   5. "If an infinite number of monkeys typed on an infinite number of
   typewriters, one of them would write..."

   6. "I want to take a break from the grim events of this week, and
   salute the brave people who've spent years making America a better and
   more tolerant place. Who's done this, who's helped this happen? Well,
   I'll tell you: ..."

   7. "An insane man off camera is pointing a gun at my head and forcing
   me to read this statement. Quote,..."

   8. "Please join me in praying that, in the wake of this horrific
   tragedy, Christ's message of peace will prevail, our entire country
   can unite in compassion, not aggression, and that no misguided person
   will state..."

   9. "I truly believe that if Osama bin Laden had been born in America,
   right now he'd be saying..."

Fingernails that shine like justice, and a voice that's dark like tinted glass

Work today was a very evident escalation, and I expect it'll keep getting more exciting over the next seven days. Usually I go to lunch after the 'lunch rush' of people who fly in during their noon hour break and desperately need to find that perfect costume in about twenty-five seconds so they can still make their conference call on time.
Today at one-thirty I looked up at Daria from behind my barricades at the make up counter and said "I'm making a run for it." She swore she would cover my back. I did not kill the screaming children who ran through the store casting various and sundry bits of costume and accessories from their racks to the floor and scattering them to the four winds. I was strongly tempted. Instead, I spent the next few hours trying to tidy as I helped customers.
Secret Princess Angel Angel Megs came and saved me though, and took me to dinner and provided me with a foot-soaky-thing and then let me be while I plotted for the game tonight, which was (Wai! Wai!) Ar Noir after a three week break. Personally, I think things went very well tonight--it was definitely a pay-off session for lots of RP and background building stuff. Megs said she was creeped out and if I managed to affect one of my players at least, then my work was successful.
Next week is the special Hallowe'en issue. Hoping that more than one of them will be creeped out then. Plus, there will be extra-Miltony goodness. (Milton is probably not a vampire but he is an albino and a sort of dodgy information source.)