October 12th, 2004

documentation, writing, quill

Work, and also laundry. The role of horror.

I worked today. There was oddness at the checkin desk, and right hand and left hand needed to really consult about the schedules of monitors. I wound up "being" Pseudo-Emo Monitor; Cute Chick Monitor filled in for the other young guy monitor, whose pseudonym isn't cute enough to be rememebered off the top of my head (he clearly needs a new one...).

Work was work. I monitored people, and most of them did all right, unlike yesterday's "Now we've got the entire collection!" from the Pink Shirt Guy Shift Ops Super, as I handed him the fourth minus report from one of four notoriously poor-performing Phone Goons (all of whom had been sat in a row on a particular job).

I got supper and headed home. I unfortunately woke up marxdarx when I turned on the vacuum cleaner for a few seconds to clean up the baking soda I'd used to neutralize Little Miss Puss's poor choice in potty-places. I did a great sackful of laundry, and I chatted with my bro.

Life is good, and J. Robert King's Mad Merlin was an excellent choice from the library.

I have decided that modern horror (the well-crafted that makes one shiver in one's bones) fills the same niche that ancient tragedy did. Tragedy, then, wasn't meant to sadden or depress -- it was meant to truly horrify. Some of those things have lost their power to horrify, but some of them remain potent, but the word's lost its clout. Horror's losing its clout; modern horror has to be sifted from the bloodbaths that seek to create horror through sheer numbers of slaughter, but there's hope yet.

Stephen King would get so much more literary credibility if someone were to point out in a Lit class that he writes classic tragedy.
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Freewill for the three of us

Taurus (April 20-May 20)

Do you remember when you learned to read, back when you were six years old? One week the clumps of letters were indecipherable, and the next week you could actually make sense of them. I propose to you, Taurus, that you are now at a comparable threshold in the evolution of your emotional life. Feelings that have previously been obscure or puzzling will soon come into focus. You'll be blessed with an upgrade in your intuition about your friends' and loved ones' moods. Your power to enjoy intimacy will dramatically ripen.

Gemini (May 21-June 20)

Speaking to an audience at Harvard University, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia made the observation that "sexual orgies eliminate social tensions and ought to be encouraged." While I do approve of you spending the next week exploring the frontiers of sensual pleasure, I'm not sure you should go as far as Scalia suggests. Or if you do, make sure you really like and respect your fellow orgiasts. Your erotic adventures should never erode but should always support your spiritual values.
In other words: Not so fast, Anita.

Cancer (June 21-July 22)

A million jobs have been lost since our fellow Cancerian, George W. Bush, became U.S. president. The nation's dangerously high budget deficit, now at record levels, is due to his spending hikes and tax cuts for the wealthy. He instructed the Environmental Protection Agency to go ahead and approve new pesticides without bothering to find out if they'd threaten endangered species. He ignored 49 retired generals and admirals when they asked him to take billions of dollars earmarked for his quixotic missile defense shield and instead use the funds to protect potential terrorist targets like ports and nuclear facilities. Despite these and many other extremist actions, millions of Americans still plan to vote for him on November 2. While other Crabs like you and I won't have THAT much slack in coming weeks, we will get quite a lot. It may be time for us to try getting away with bold moves we haven't dared before.