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Woah, mood swing city.

I just went through about fifty zillion different moods, just by reading friends list.

First off, I came out of the shower feeling all girly and happy because of grooming and plans for more of same, and lists, and makeup, and the Intent to make self pretty. That mood reigned, but then shattered, and coalesced differently...

I got outraged and sympathetic at some arse flaming away without portfolio at a mood-swingy suicidal friend (said friend has people there with who know how to handle same); I've been in mental spaces where I've been ready to pick up a knife save that my body's locked up on me and I can't move (this is a safety feature) and I, who have not quite been where said friend has been but perhaps closer than most would like to think about, am able to say more definitely than asshole without portfolio that their comments about posts about suicide plans are the mark of someone with a health-class pop-psych experience with the subject and a lot of unresolved bullshit going on.

Then I was totally ga-ga geek-horny when a fellow posted in welovegeeks about wanting to mount the tech support personnel, and enthusiastically described my school's hot professor: not only is he 6'2" ish with blue eyes, long curly red hair, and that nice muscular stocky body type, the teddybear kind, but he's got Linux on his school-issue laptop, lives on the command line, has said in class that he'd prefer to be at home with a LAN party, he's a gamer, he's a hacker, he has the skills to be a cracker and he pointed me at places to get XP (experience points, sillyass)...OMFG HOT. And married, and (presumably) mono.

Next up, and weirdest, amberite mentioning "Mad World". That immediately spun me off into all sorts of odd places. "Mad World" goes with "Last Stop This Town", and the Sultans of Swing album, and grey rainy afternoons with the wind blowing and the heat turned up and cold air on your face, and that slight disconnect from consensus reality that happens sometimes... Title song is in my head and ears now. Happily I just the other day put that in the CD player... and "Brothers in Arms" always haunts me...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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