Thursday evening, I emailed myself at work, reminding me of some posts I was going to make. I was out sick on Friday, so I didn't end up making the posts. And I don't really feel like making them right now.
But I guess I'll just put a little bit about them here, since it's something to do:
Walking along the common, staring up at a big building, trying to teleport myself to the top of it. Trying to to push everything else out of my mind, especially the thought of how famous I'd be if I actually were to pull it off. Imagining myself walking along, and then all of a sudden being up on the roof of the building, the sky having opened up, the wind whipping around me. Closing my eyes as I'm walking, imagining that my next step would be on the top of the building. Conclusion: either I don't have the ability to teleport or I wasn't trying hard enough.
theora showed the rings she wore to dress up for Halloween. After months of not feeling it, the phantom ring came back. I could feel the absence of my ring as a physical presence. I had to fight the urge to move my thumb over to my ring finger in order to twist my ring. Even thinking about it now makes me feel it.
Went to Luther Wright & the Wrongs Thursday night with hrafn. One group costume there of particular note: a pink flamingo, a clamshell Virgin Mary, a gnome with a red pointy hat, and a jockey with a lantern. I saw the flamingo and Mary first and only figured it out when saw the gnome, followed shortly (heh) by the jockey. The guy wearing the flamingo around him was dressed all in black, with a black ski mask. All I could think of was a terrorist trying to disguise himself as a falmingo. Another random Halloween thought: I wonder how many people dressed up as terrorists? I wonder if I would have gotten shot or just arrested if I had strapped some painted dowels onto my chest and stepped onto the T.