boring work stuff, mostly. Fret over story.

[derien]

I was working at a baggage station, yesterday, with Rocks In Pocket (among other people*) and he got an earworm he didn't like.  In casting around for another song to combat it he came up with the Charlie Brown music (you know the Henry Mancini theme which runs all through the Charlie Brown Christmas Special). 

"Henry Mancini!" sez I, "Peter Gunn theme!" (of course)  "You've got to hear this version of 'Brand New Cadillac' that the Brian Setzer Orchestra does with the Peter Gunn theme in the background!"

"Brian Setzer!  From the Stray Cats!"  I'm always amazed at the way Rocks memory works.  If he's ever encountered something it's there for instant recall, as far as I can tell.  Not like mine at all. 

Look at all those exclamation points.  We seem to have very exciting conversations.

* People who moved in and out of the station yesterday included but was not limited to CeeJay, Style, and both of Mr. Pink.  Originally Style called Saxman 'Mr. Pink' "because he's confident in his masculinity."  Then Saxman began playing with JN (a guitarist who he's worked with in the airport security business for longer than our illustrious organization has existed) and they settled on Mr. Pink as being the name they'll play under.  (Saxman wanted "Mostly Harmless," but realized there could be copyright violation there.)  So now they're both Mr. Pink, and JN recently moved to our shift so that it won't be so difficult for him to play in the evenings.  I don't know if calling him an Axeman is strictly correct, because I don't know what kind of guitar, exactly he plays, or what kind is called 'an ax' because, in fact, I am a loser.  But it sounded amusing to me with the rhyming and the fact that he's very slender, much more of a rapier type person than the sort who should be wielding an actual ax.  So... Saxman Pink and Axeman Pink?  Or Butch Pink and Ray-Pierre Pink?  Soon, hopefully, I will have MP3s of Mr. Pink music. :)

CeeJay says the team that ElvenGirl is working with at the IRS is still not all filled up.  I asked him to get me the exact title of the job I should apply for, because I'd like to work with ElvenGirl again.  He looked at me like I was a nutter.  "You would?" 


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I had a great freaky dream last night including SWAT teams, b*mb scares at the airport and possible ex-KGB agents who turn out to be aliens.  My part in all the action was rather peripheral, though.  I was mostly concerned with getting the Tip Monk packed back up and on his way back to Florida, as in this dream he wasn't a trainee but on some sort of exchange program.  I'd rather not forget it, but I think I'll put it in a private post because I don't want to bore you.  Also I'm not quite comfortable sharing dreams, though if anyone asks I will.  Also also, I'm not sure I can make it hold together into any coherent narrative.

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Oh.  Crap.  I just realized that I have to post my citynextdoor story today.  *weeps, wails, gnashes teeth*  It sucks!  Pre-performance jitters.  Well, it really does suck, aside from the ideas which were Eor's.  *takes a deep breath and goes to open the file and see if she can make any last-minute changes*  Nothing I can do in the next half hour could make it not suck.