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[derien]

Well, I feel good that I managed to post my Monsterous Regiment fic last night, though of course I'm pouting that I haven't gotten any commentary yet. What a whine-baby I am - I always want instant gratification.

Of course now the sun comes out. When I was out walking around earlier with Caw (we went up to Portland Public Market and had tea and shared the gluten-free pecan cookies eor bought for me the other day) it was overcast and almost-rainy. Now I've come in to try to rest up a bit (I've got this cold and have to go out dancing tonight, it's a going away party for one of my co-workers) and work on fics (the Red Dwarf - M*A*S*H crossover ["Of DOOOOM"]) so now the sun comes out.

Caw went with me out to the airport (I just wanted to draw a little map on the whiteboard in the breakroom so my co-workers might be able to find their way to Asylum tonight), and on our way back to my car we passed F.I.L. changing the tire on his car (lovely luck, a flat tire on his birthday) so we stopped and talked for a few minutes. Suddenly (as is her own unique style) Caw interjected, "You're English!" She said that at first she'd heard only the Maine accent, and he admitted he's lived here for 20 years. In fact, he told us, he was once interviewed on the "Made in Maine" show by Lou McNally when he was working at a candle shop - he said he tried to avoid saying a whole lot besides "Ayuh," because it just seemed to contradict the purpose of the show if people were to realize he himself wasn't from here.

I complimented Caw, though, that she'd picked it out correctly, because people are all the time guessing that he's from Australia or Scotland. Perhaps it's something about the amount of Maine accent he's picked up overlaying the Manchester public school accent which is native to him and not that familiar to people from the U.S.

So he proceded to tell us about a particular incident when someone guessed him as being from Australia. Another screener (who unfortunately has since left), H.S., had been giving F.I.L. a hard time for weeks calling him "Limey bastard." (In a friendly way - they ribbed each other all the time.) F.I.L. filled in for Caw "H.S. is Black," and she immediately remembered who he meant because as it happened H.S. used to live next door to her - Portland really is a small town sometimes.

One day F.I.L. had said "G'Day" to a passenger who came through, and the passenger responded "Are you from Australia? I'll bet you know Crocodile Dundee." So F.I.L. spun him a yarn about how he didn't personally know Crocodile Dundee, but his father did, and went on reeling the guy in. Eventually the passenger asked, "So what are you doing in this country?" and F.I.L. responded that he loves this country, loves it. "In fact, I love it so much that I brought along my own Aborigine!" and pointed to H.S.

H.S. has a marvelous sense of humor and took it as it was intended, payback for calling F.I.L. "Limey bastard" - but somehow the story got back to our Director, who didn't think it was at all appropriate and F.I.L. ended up getting a talking to.

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[mollyrazor.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing I read LJ today, or I would have forgotten you're going to be at Asylum tonight. I wasn't planning on going out, because a bunch of my friends are out of town for the weekend, but now I must!

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[mollyrazor.livejournal.com]

My friend Lindsay (http://www.lorelei.ws/images/linz.JPG) just called to say she wanted to come out to the Asylum with me tonight. And I said, oh good, you can meet my friend Doe. And she said "Like Doe, a deer?" - and I realized that every single person I have ever said your name to has said the exact same thing. Do people do that to you? I would get really, really irritated. But then, I'm a pretty easily irritated person, and even at the ripe old age of 27, I get unreasonably angry at any references to Batman, Robin Hood, or, god-forbid, Rockin' Robin. Ugh.

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[derien.livejournal.com]

Heheh, yeah, they ALL do. :) To the point that, if they seem to not quite hear/understand when I say my name I just go ahead and say it for them: "Like a deer." Then they get it. Then there's the singing of the "do re mi" song "...a female deer" which people have just begun to get tired of at work (after a year and a half). Only one guy ever came up with the song, "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy." Then there's the bad come ons... "Is it doe season?" or once, online, I got "do you have the big submissive eyes of a doe?" *hurl* :P And I shouldn't forget the ever-popular Simpsons referance - "D'oh!" And then there's "Is your boyfriend named Buck?" To which I answer, "No, and it's a good thing, because then he'd be Buck Rodgers," but that seems beyond the understanding of the average person.

Mostly, though, I smile or manage a polite chuckle. I haven't got the energy to get annoyed, anymore. ;)

I bet you never would be caught dead in a hood, hm?

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[derien.livejournal.com]

BTW, I LOVE that icon - perfect expression.:) I'm kind of enjoying this thing you're doing of taking pictures everywhere of everyone, it's cool.

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[mollyrazor.livejournal.com]

I'm glad somebody is. Mostly people are annoyed with me. Which is why I have an ever growing collection of pictures that don't involve people. Or, like that icon, pictures of me that I've taken using the timer on my camera. In the process I've actually found that I seem to look better in pictures where there isn't a *person* on the other side of the camera - odd that.
This icon here is actually a picture I took of my own leg. I messed around with it and now it looks considerably cooler than the original. :)

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[derien.livejournal.com]

This icon here is actually a picture I took of my own leg. I messed around with it and now it looks considerably cooler than the original. :)

Now that IS cool - I thought it was a drawing. :)