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I voted, hurrah! I am a precious snowflake (with a red sticker).

Seriously, pretty much everybody I am acquainted with votes and is mercilessly harassed by the others until they do. I wish there was a personal way to reach out to the whatever-percent who don't. Who are these people? Red stickers don't quite seem to be enough. Reaching outside the peer group has only been successfully done once, when I and the manager sent home a co-worker who "hadn't had time to vote." Unanimous response: "Um, you need to go now!" I work with a lot of poor, disenfranchised people, what can I say?

In the category of "best places to hit on quality people," I've gotta give the polling station props. As I approached, there was a charming gentleman who leapt forward to open the door. He seemed to be lurking around the polling station and being nice to random people. As I say, charming. And a damn good move. If you're looking for a certain caliber of mate, you could do worse than make the polling stations your hunting ground.


(This stream-of-consciousness post has been brought to you by NaNoBloMo--30 posts this month, and this is the 2nd.)
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So, I have some trouble telling people apart. It's a standing joke at our house that I think "all white people look alike" (I have this problem slightly less with people whose skin tone has a wider range). I frequently confuse those around me when I try to identify which movies I've seen actors in--almost always I agglomerate a couple of actors.

However! Today it's not just me. It really is the Day of the Doppelgangers.

This morning at Spyhouse, I saw what I first thought was a good friend. [livejournal.com profile] fayde assured me that it was not. I am still not wholly convinced.

See if you 'recognize' her. )

And then in the skyway doing a courier run, I saw my mother-in-law. Ten years younger, 30 pounds lighter, but the resemblance was uncanny. I stopped and stared. It rather disconcerted her, I'm afraid.

...I wonder what they're here for?
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The other day, a little girl (maybe 4 years old?) wanted to stand on the seat in the front of the bus, where it would be ridiculously easy to fall forward and crack your head open. Another bus rider said she was surprised the little girl wasn't old enough to know about good ideas and bad ideas, which she explained to the little girl for the next 5 minutes, with reinforcement from the mother.

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Last night, a woman got on the bus with two little girls, not actually her daughters. She sat them down and went to the front of the bus and started fussing with trying to find the money for the bus fare--this took more than 5 minutes. It was ridiculous. Meanwhile, the littlest girl starts fussing about wanting her mommy and works her way up to a full blown crying fit. So I jump in to distract her, babbling about anything to keep her from fussing. And it works.
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A man on the bus, in his early 50s. He was wearing a leopard-print fur shirt, a leather and fur coat, a huge gold chain, heavy rings on both his hands, and--yes--a hat with a twelve-inch feather in it. Pimping it old-skool!
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  • 14:05 Pretty sure the power guys changed a stoplight to green for me because I biked past in a low-cut top. Rock!
  • 18:08 -- Have officially hit the point where I'm getting invitations I will have to turn down because I'll be recovering from knee surgery.
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  • 14:59 Saxophonist playing 'Eleanor Rigby' on Nicollet Mall, in the muggy heat of the farmer's market.

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I was out weeding today, with some hopes of attracting a person in need of cash who wanted to mow our lawn. Instead, this is what I observed.

There is an apartment building at the other end of the block and kitty-corner from us. I kept hearing voices of some sort, and I couldn't figure out why. I kept glancing over there. Finally, I saw the cause of the commotion.

A man brandishing two machetes rounded the apartment building. "I'm trying not to hurt you," he hollered at the woman who was pursuing (and yelling at) him. "See," gesturing to the small crowd gathering on the sidewalk, "you all are witnesses. I'm trying not to hurt her."

I was about to go call the cops when a squad car pulled up. That is the only time I've seen policemen pursue somebody at a run with their own guns drawn.

The coalition of teenage mothers out for a stroll afterward said the man and the woman had been married for several years.
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  • 15:28 Fellow coffee-shopper talking about seismic or volcanic events, cuneiform, and cracking some code.
  • 15:31 Other coffee-shopper, to girl he seems to be on coffee date with: "I don't swim. I'm sure if I fell out of a boat, I'd learn."
  • 15:40 Girl on date just said she feels like she has "so much to live for." Back away slowly.
  • 15:51 Guy on date just raised his arms in the air as if to say, "Goal!" I think this means he thinks he's scoring.
  • 15:53 He said he wanted to see her sarcasm. She says, "I generally don't release it the first time I meet someone."
  • 15:59 Dear dude on date: "I don't think I'll get married until I'm 35," is the *wrong* answer.
  • 16:00 She talked him into admitting that 30 was "a good age" to get married. This is hilarious.
  • 16:06 Guy to date: "I'm usually the one who has random animal facts."
  • 19:02 Typo of the day: "coffee ship."
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Now I really want to find more places with great acoustics where people go for first dates.
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I did not sleep well last night, because my stomach was unhappy again* and so I went and slept on the couch at about 2 AM so I could sleep in a sorta-upright position. I was woken up at 11 (after very broken sleep, including conversations with husband and cats when they moved around the house, so I sort of have an excuse) when work called me in to download PDFs. You see, I'm the only one who knows how this particular project handles the downloading of PDFs. And I'm not telling anybody else, because right now that's the only way I'm getting hours**.

I bike-n-bus my way in to work, celebrating the first official day of Spring by actually beginning to bike. Hooray! Later at the bus stop, a man confides in me that he won't ride his bike until it's at least April--in other words, in about a week. It's nice. The breeze is brisk and enlivening, the bike moves as smoothly as it ever did, and the air tastes sweeter when you're working for it.

Read more... )
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  • 09:06 Other bus rider has put black tape over the "Vegan" logo on his bag. Wonder if he's gone back to dairy?
  • 14:48 Found Nuclear War under my coffee table. Wonder where it came from? (Yes, it's a card.)
  • 15:50 Know what the *only* definition for "tea-leaf" in Webster's Unabridged is? "Brit. slang: a thief."
  • 16:45 Bellydancing, burlesque, & magic? Kinda want to see this show: ping.fm/0E8Ho
  • 17:40 Right now my Sunday schedule is church, then tea party, then burlesque show. ::is amused::
  • 19:24 Being stalked by spam again. 'Reynold' has sent me an email saying, "You are like the sunshine so warm." #spam
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"Pneumatic Knights" Writing Log

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1,474 / 6,000
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Words: 301
Total words: 1,474
Overused word: knights
Gratuitous word: liege-lord (should that be liegelord?)
Type of scene: Woo, paperwork.
Challenge(s): Ignoring the Klan motherf**r sitting in front of me in the library
Which line is it anyways?Already, there were rumors of knights turned rogue and robbing trains for what they felt to be their due.
Notes: Time, I know you leave me 'cause I don't treat you right.
Other writingy stuff: Updated markets spreadsheet from Ralan newsletter through Paying Markets Changes "Written Word" online.
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You know you're in Minnesota when it's 10 degrees outside, and you think, "Wow! It's wonderful that it's so warm!"

And then throughout the day everybody is commenting on how warm it is.
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Who comments on RSS feeds?

The same people who talk back to voicemail messages, I suppose....
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This morning, I found a butterscotch candy in my coatpocket. On the bus-ride to work, I saw a janitor twirling his broom as if it were a martial arts staff.

I hope it's that sort of day. Yesterday was blech. The day before that, though, I stalked a giant green dragonfly, stared into the sun until tears streamed down my cheeks, climbed on top of our Very Steep Roof without dying, and was a passenger on the Extremely Unfortunate Bus.

What sort of day have you been having?
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Seen sitting on a bench in downtown Minneapolis.
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I take sick-leave for two days and everybody's freaking out about deadlines.... Of course, they do that anyway, but this time I get the feeling that they believe I can fix everything.

I bet accountants practice signing their name in ways illegible to mortal man.

Found out a long time ago that hook-kicks are a terrible idea when wearing jeans with holes in the knees. Straight-leg spin-kicks, though, seem to work just fine. A dog barked tentatively at me from his balcony four stories up as I practiced brown-belt basics in the tiny park behind the building. My toes squish in not-quite-dry grass, and the balls of my feet carve divots out of the ground.

Neurotic Southern woman is still neurotic and completely lacking in self-awareness.

The fridge is a spawning ground for empty paper bags. I knew they had to reproduce somewhere.

Target has safety pins in dark metallic shades of green and purple and blue and red.

Things taken out of my backpack:
1 pocket tape-player with the battery held in by hairband
1 orange hairband
1 old MN Timberwolves game ticket - Minnesota Timberwolves vs Toronto Raptors
1 Victoria's Secret gift certificate, as yet unspent
1 AMC Movie Theatre gift certificate, as yet unspent
1 homemade bookmark made from HR Geiger calendar
1 ghost-print water bottle three-quarters full of water faintly flavored by orange Kool-Aid
1 7" long metallic silver laurel, long separated from the car it belonged to
1 1" long solid appliqué piece of a hand and rose covered in black felt
1 spool of white thread
1 bag small semi-sweet chocolate chips

After I got home )
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In downtown Minneapolis, I saw a man taking photographs of his cellphone against the backdrop of glass skyscrapers. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, of his cellphone. He was using a really nice camera, too.

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I'm thinking of starting a new community specifically to post the good things about the Twin Cities. Not another "where's the best place to party?" and "will somebody please give me money?" community. No, this one would be for posting the good, the beautiful, and the random. Incidents of random kindness, or weirdness. Photographs of the beautiful and the strange. The small things...the only things that matter. Ephemera. Detritus. Conversations overheard on the bus. Accidental performance art.

What do you think?
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Good free stuff:

Fictionwise.com is offering free ebook versions of the 2006 Nebula award nominees. You do have to set up an account to get them, but the membership is free, and it's not a huge pain in the ass. Presumably, you could also go to one of the "gimme password" sites to avoid this. They tend to offer a few new ones every week for "the season." Good writing. Free. Go.

Speaking of books....

The pitch for the latest Stephen King book: "Alfred Hitchcock made people afraid of taking showers. Steven Spielberg made people afraid of swimming. Now Stephen King is going to make you afraid of. . .your cell phone!" I nearly spit out a perfectly good swallow of tea when I read that. That said, I'm going to check it out from the library. It's post-apocalyptica, and I adore that shit.

Audiobook quote of the day:
"These cowards have barely sufficient courage to sneak up on a plastic cow in the dead of night, but they don't have the spine to confront a fat man with forearms as thick as mine." - Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz

Seen:

A sign warning of "security dog." Is "guard dog" non-PC now? Is it too "please shoot my dog on sight?" Could not resist the image of a rottweiler being dragged around by a toddler ("Is it a nice doggy?" "Is my secuwity doggy! Kiww, Wex, kiww!").

Note taped outside of door, beginning with salutation, "Dear Mr./Ms. Qwest Person--"

Lingering:

A trumpet player along Nicollet. An older black man, dressed in a black suit, shirt, and hat. Color: grey gloves, dark brown shoes, white hatband. Tucked away in a dead-end nook between storefronts, his shoulder turned to passersby as if they were a cold wind. Paint peeling from the wall above him in a pattern that could have been a Madonna or a cartoon character.
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Unpleasant Things:
* attempting to transport a large rubbermaid storage tub on an express bus at rush hour
* being asked how many hours I can work this weekend
* a news report on a recent rash of robberies--in a neighborhood only a couple of blocks away
* thinking about the shambles of a story (not Vicesteed) that I'll have to hack, slash, and stitch back together
* fifty boxes of scanning coming into the office
* the high cost of prescription medication that isn't covered by my health insurance
* Christmas decorations going up before Thanksgiving
* America becoming a second- or third-rate economy
* It being too cold to do pseudo-chin-ups on bus shelters (metal + bare fingers = bad)

Pleasant Things:
* sugar cookie-scented candle
* happiness about new ghostly short story
* audiobooks
* bacon
* being wished a creative good morning by the female bus driver who has a voice made for radio
* orange-gold nail polish
* not having to plan Thanksgiving
* shopping lists
* parmesan cheese
* practicing Tae Soo Do forms and shoulder rolls on the lawn outside of work during my breaks--and seeing my breath hang in the air
* Faith and the Muse (music group)

Amusing Things:
* Busses with "Kneeling Bus" stickers on them
* The degree to which a co-worker sings out-of-tune--bad enough that I can notice it. Note: only amusing for short intervals
* Esquire temp service
* misreading "Gentle Transitions" as "Gentle Transvestites"
* an Arby's employee who appeared to be chugging special sauce straight from the bottle
* seeing TSD people and not having them recognize me (this time)
* seeing only the top half of people in a second-story gym. Of particular note was the flailing arm that kept reaching up to window height as if it belonged to a drowning person trying to signal for help.
* high-caste female brewers in ancient Peru

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