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Had to dig up information on the Christopher Little / Etzioni plagiarism issue in "Communitarianism: A New Threat for Gun Owners" that I discovered a while ago to cite it properly in the current book I'm writing. I'm using this case as a case for looking up the original source materials of anything you read on the web or cited elsewhere, just to make sure it was cited correctly. I was bored, so I did it; you don't have to be bored to do it.

Day: kerplop.

Woke up before my brain did. Went shopping. Brain was pastede on yey. Drove Angel around. marxdarx was my co-pilot. Came home. Crashed hard. Was feeling like I'd already used up too many of my personal interaction spoons for the day. Called in personal. I think I'd made the right decision there, because getting through the evening was rough, even though it was theoretically a fun-filled evening out with the family. First, I'd gotten the information on the meet-the-teacher meeting down wrong; it was two hours earlier. Dammit! So then we went out, and there was trouble finding the place we were going to go eat (in addition to tension based on pre-existing issues). It was an evening that wound up being full of extraneous social awkwardness. Notably, the Little Fayoumis was on near-perfect behavior, due in large part to the fact that he didn't get very much of a chance to get bored (and as soon as he did get bored, I diverted him by pointing out the really pretty light fixtures).

We all wound up being a little too zonked to go out for dessert out, so I took the car and hit up Trader Joe's for Ben & Jerry's. By the time we got back from that and I got the power bill check written out, all my face-time spoons were gone.

Got a nice chat in with amberfox about chunks of the proposed book.
Hugs to assorted people, most of whom know who they are, including but not limited to certain mage-types who know what "angstwanker" means, certain instances of the type "hotlips", certain priestess-confessors, and certain Bastard Operators from Dell. (If, of course, current mental states allow for huggage and all that.)

Mmm, bed.
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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