How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Another one bites the dust

Well, at 11pm I decided that I didn't want to sleep tonight. I'll be out of here in a roughly four hours, so hey... shpif.

I'm not really looking forward to going home, but I'm looking forward to see my K-town friends. I need a vacation. A real vacation. Sidenote: for some reason, not matter what job I have, it's an "easy, stupid job" in my Dad's estimation, no reason for me to ever be fatigued or tired. In addition to a vacation, I need a motorcycle and the appropriate legal arrangements for such.

Diane Duane is awesome, in addition to her general coolness in writing, a wry touch with spirtuality and wizardry, she pulled off a really neet thing in the book I just finished. It involved alot of time travel to Victorian England, and one scene that generated a great deal of amusment in this lowly reader was one in which a primary character (who started invisible) was looking for a villian in Parliment (and while I'm aware of the number of villians in parliment, he needed one in particular). He decided on whim, to parade about visible, since the meeting was so horrendously boring (very fitting to the character). When he saw the villian, the conditions were not as he expected, and he leapt into the air, making an exit across the domes of several ministers.

Now, to quote the epilogue:

"..the appearance of a gray tabby in Parliament on July 9, 1874... is covered in some detail in The Times of London for the next day.

Wow... I started this post at 4:30, it's now 3 hours later. Ah well... I was hanging out with some of the remaining people on the wing. I'd also like to point out that 'Manda's AOL connection never crashed.

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