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I can't find a picture of Matson anywhere...but the numerous hints about Syracuse on the Washingtonienne site lead me to think it might be her after all instead of Hallie. More when I get it. I have a larger picture of all the Dewineans, but it's too blurry to make out which one she is. (I know which one she is...but she looks nothing like Hallie. Perhaps she's Matson after all?) I'll upload the picture after I get off of work. Too much work!
It still could be Melissa Matson. But I've gotten several confirmation it is Hallie. Damn.
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In an effort to keep my compartments clean and well demarcated, I hung out with Ronald and some friends last night. We mostly just talked about Ronald's obsession with caulk.
I'm all wet. And filled with telecom lingo.
I wasn't implying "nationalists" killed Izzedin or that Sonia was the best woman to run India...merely that those two events are both symptoms of larger problems. When we can't provide security for Iraq before the mystical June 30 date, or when a woman has to refuse the right to lead a country because of blatant ethnicism....there's a problem. Back to work.
So Izzedin is dead and Sonia won't be PM because of idiotic nationalists. Not a good couple of days. I don't feel like ranting about either of these, since they are bad enough on their own.
On a lighter note, I just realized a second ago that I tend to "voice" my e-mails; that is, if I receive an e-mail from someone and I'm reading it, I hear the particular person's voice in my head. Obviously, this isn't true for everyone, but the realization was odd nonetheless. Maybe I've been working too hard lately.
Back to work now...tons of stuff piled up from yesterday, despite coming in for a few hours last night.
Okay, let's get the anagram out of the way quick. The solution to the one on Friday was "O! Gardening". The next one, courtesy Kevin, is "Empires now? hah!". Remember the extra o is still there. (And I added a letter, since Kevin screwed something up...twice!) Start working on it...
As far as this weekend was concerned, Friday evening was a great deal of fun, courtesy Kevin and friends. The only negative was that arriving home early in the morning after non-stop revelry left me low on sleep. Saturday I recovered by early afternoon, at least enough to hit Troy with Leto, Deborah and Dwight. A great film, and a perfect way to begin the summer movie scene.
Post movie, Deborah and Dwight joined me at a cookout hosted by Gwyn, at which Kevin and others showed up. This brings up a point I'll mention later...After this event Dwight hit a party near the 'werkz itself, Deborah bailed and I crashed at the house. After, of course, I ventured next door, saw the people who ran over Brad last year and enjoyed the thrill of having a complete stranger/idiot come up to me, yell, "that's the worst costume ever" and spray me with water. I replied "I'm the next door neighbor" at which point the girl in question flushed beet red, apologized and ran away. I eventually found Dwight and departed.
Sunday I cleaned up the 'werkz with Deborah. The whole day. Yay!
Three points were brought home this weekend. In no particular order, here they are:
- I really need to find a way to turn it off when I go out. Eventually, I'm going to get hurt. Or, rather, someone else will. Apologies to Kevin's friends, etc. It would, of course, be much easier if people actually figured out that flirtation is, by definition, innocuous. Perhaps my puritanical tendencies simply don't allow me to see a problem when one exists. Oh, well.
- I really need to work on my compartmentalization skills. It used to be simple: few friends interacted with each other. Many openly hated each other, forming an odd melodramatic touch to any occasion and resulting in complex logic games before any events on Friday or Saturday night. Now, half the people know each other, which leads to trouble. I've got to get back to basics.
- I really need to punk those losers two doors over. Maybe we'll have a party where everyone dresses to the nines, invite them, then kick them out. Suggestions should be e-mailed to me. Nothing is off the table.
Okay, time to get some caffeine, hit some powers, then crash. I won't bore anyone with the vagaries of the political events this evening. Return to your homes...nothing to see here.
werkz advice: catch it in the theaters!
Wolfgang Peterson's "Troy" is a good epic film: light on substance, heavy on action, with plenty of awesome imagery and memorable lines. Initially I was disappointed some scenes weren't included (like that of Laocoon and the sea serpents) yet all these doubts were erased with a late cameo by Aeneas. (I can already see the sequel in my mind: "Troy 2: Aeneas's Revenge!". Don't bother re-reading the illiad, just go watch the trojans and greeks mix it up.
Someone from my office said my new nickname should be "Job". It was only partly in jest.
Needless to say I haven't been able to do any work (I had a whole series of items planned for today) because of some technical issues that arose. About an hour ago, I finally managed to start working on the things I had intended to do when I arrived at work this morning. Not a fun way to spend the day.
Of course, this also impacted the anagram and story-telling I was to partake in at lunchtime. I had to get out of the office, even if just for 10 minutes, so I did so. I'll post some after I get off...
Thanks, TiVo, for allowing me to watch our secretary of state, hours after the fact, be disgraced on national television by an idiotic press relations flack. If you haven't seen the priceless moment...feel free to drop by the 'werkz and I can show you the bizarre palm tree sequence.
Summary of weekend tomorrow...along with the new anagram. I'm too tired to write much right now after spending the entire day cleaning the house with Deborah. The only remotely satisfying portion was the coda: watching the delightfully diminuitive sarah michelle gellar from the first season, courtesy Kevin. And now, to powers and sleep.
Anytime I leave a party and feel like a snob, that's not a good sign. More later...
Yesterday's solution to "Coil Hobbles Win" was "O! Ben's Chili Bowl". Deborah managed to get it right, and suggested the following one, again, continuing the Brad-inspired-addition of having the letter "O" added to it. So here you go: "Dean Gringo". Go to town.