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Work people; Darkside.

Quiet Geek Super is moving on -- a chip fabrication job landed in his lap and he took it. It's with a startup, so he's getting in on the ground floor. Sweet.

This makes me the geekiest regular bullpen person, by attrition. Comic Pirate Super is geekier, but he's not out here as much. Obso1337 Super is more than a few years out of date. Homie G. and Not-So-Nice Supervisors try, but they're not particularly geek by vocation. Groucho Marx Glasses Guy is in-training, and is very cute, but is not quite Geek yet, though he may well have the vocation for it.

Though Plaid Geek is out here quite a lot.

Called the Darkside. He was headachey and not up for conversation. Alas. Updated him on greetings from Sis and Dawn and all. There was some private snickering and eye-rolling over one of the items of interest.

It's coming up on a three-week genuine-communications gap for us, just through bad timing last week and this week. Four days of bad timing shouldn't equal three weeks without good communications, but that's what happens. I've learned to live with it, if not like it.

There has to be some sort of logical spark that differentiates the "good friend that I shall never want to lose, not ever" from the "person I shall want to spend the rest of my life with". It passed that over a year ago, with 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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