another obligatory drunken post.

I went out with the co-workers tonight, because June was supposed to show up. And then she didn't. *pout!!* :( A bunch of people usually go out on Mondays to Samuel's for cheap pizza and a few drinks - it's sort of a small pub. Pretty good food, what there is of it. We shoved about four tables together, that means about 14 people. Although I can only name 13. It's odd - I can't recall who was sitting directly to my right. Maybe it was Death. Or my lack of memory might be because I had BuddyBoy to my left, and he keeps up a continuous stream of dialogue. That boy can talk, and he knows it.:) He gave me the best compliment, although he originally said it some time ago, not this evening. Slinky Mistress of the Night told me that, (and I'm probably going to put this ALL wrong) even though he wants to have sex with, like, every woman he sees (he's a hound) he actually wants ME to think well of him. Like, he cares about my opinion. And when she told me that he looked all bashful and said "Cause Derien's so cool!" I was very flattered.:)

I feel a little bad, because ElvenGirl got me to say I'd go to the strip club with the rest of them, when they left Samuel's, but then I just didn't. Actually, I've feeling more and more guilty, because I know Slinky probably will feel a little abandoned, too, since it's going to be the two of them for the female contingent. I went with BuddyBoy, MB, SC and this German girl SC had brought along, down to RiRa (the Irish pub next to the ferry terminal) because BuddyBoy had to catch his ferry home and it was also much closer to my home than the strip club is. I sort of started thinking I didn't want to go further away from home when I'd already been drinking. Now I'm wondering what the heck I was thinking. I watched ElvenGirl's perfect belly go out the door and I didn't follow her? To go give dollars to women dancing? *smacks self in the head* Mots dit.

whatever, I had a good time. Time for bed.:)

Oz and Heaven

Some eternal questions I've been meaning to put down in my journal....

People have a huge variety of images as to what Heaven would be like. In a Holmes slash story I've recently been reading Watson has a dream of his wife, Mary, who died in childbirth (according to this writer) and she's holding the baby, who now has two teeth. It's as though the baby has continued to grow in the afterlife. Hm. After-life is, apparently, another life, and people continue to develope, only it's on another plane of existance, normally invisible from this one.

Ever since reading camwyn's Diary of a Mountie I've had this lingering annoyance in my mind about Oz. Everyone stopped aging when the fairies came to rule the country. Dorothy was stuck at 12 years old from the point she arrived, only aging when she went back to the regular world. Presumably this means babies are stuck as babies forever. Gah, how tiresome, having to take care of a baby forever. Sure they're cute, but when they're really young the parents don't get any sleep. I'd crack in no time. (Of course that's probably a major reason I don't have any children - I think my sanity is a thin veneer at the best of times.;)) And since the babies can't die, if they were neglected they could only suffer, endlessly. Or, imagine being stuck pregnant for the rest of your life, and your life is forever. Or being old and sick forever. At first glance, everyone stopping all their aging seems heavenly, but it could be hell for some.

Perhaps people who are stuck at an unpleasant stage seek some magical assistance getting to an acceptable age? People who aren't happy as adults could possibly even get reverted to being children, and then grow up when they feel interested in having a useful place in the community.

See, I don't write, I sort of meta-write. *thwaps self on head*

And on a completely unrelated note - eor has been working on archiving our old laser disks to dvd, so we ended up watching, twice over, the scene where Garak first introduces himself to Bashir. *drool* Garak: "I'm so pleased to have met such an interesting new friend.

I must go take a shower and then go to the Motor Vehicles Department to get my liscense updated - I can't register to vote in my neighborhood if I don't have an updated liscense. I've been wasting this sunny, cool day off, which actually isn't a freebie - it's stolen from next weekend, meaning next will just be Sunday, and all groceries and laundry and not much time for anything else.

GIP

I have no idea why I had this sudden desire to iconize this picture.

Mission accomplished

My address is now updated. And now I find out I could have done it online. Well, whatever, it wasn't that long a wait after all.

Now it's such a nice afternoon I think I'll grab my flannel and take a walk out to Evergreen Cemetary. (lemondropgirl, say hi if you see me.:) I won't come pound on your door, mainly because I think you won't be home from work.)

Ha! I wrote a drabble!

Well, actually a double-drabble, but it's a groundbreaking event for me to A)write something short and B)call something 'complete'. It's probably maudlin and trite, but
( (A double drabble - 183 words. Real Ghostbusters fandom. The title is from  )

Edited to add: Whups, sorry - I've just been reminded that a double-drabble is ONLY if the story in question reaches exactly 200 words. This, therefore, is a short short.

like I need another community

But for the heck of it, I just joined mybirthday. Go, join, leave a comment on the date of your birth. Obviously it won't be as interesting until there are lots of members. Oh, and you don't have to be a member to leave a comment.