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Writers and silliness and poems, oh my!

#1 thing that I miss my cellphone for: the timer. (Cellphone is still drying out. We'll see if it works again.) Timer is a very good thing for group, as group has gotten used to the idea of it beeping and time being up.

There were a lot of good things at group tonight. Poking people and getting them to share stuff to help get over sticking points is a whole lot of fun and really helps with the creative process. I should push a little harder more often.

Dinner was fun. There was the thing with the syrup on the chair (I saw a chair with syrup on the seat, I tried to get our server's attention, our server was preoccupied, and then knelt in the syrup while taking our orders, oops) and the teabagging discussion, and all sorts of other things. Evidently the way I eat has been deemed sexy by M, which is amusing.

There was weirdness with a thing, so there was a massive convergence upon some Fresh Start peoples. myrrhianna and I worked on debunking some idiotic internet myths. ZOMG where do these people get their bad ideas about IP addresses? *smacks heavily* I probably should work on not shouting "bullshit" in a crowded room, though.

I should also work on volume control. A dramatic reading of the story behind "Dogfire" wound up with the ladies next door shouting back at us.

I'm still so very glad that Darkside got to spend some geek bonding time with my friends. Yay!

Still battling psychotic paranoia. Either I'm crazy or I'm crazy, and only time and so forth will tell exactly what kind of crazy it is. I'm hoping for the mere "there's something wrong with my senses" level, because that would be a relief and I wouldn't have to re-learn all kinds of social things. I hate having to re-learn social rules and skills, because on some level I still know I'm no good with it. But this is exhausted-tired talk talking here, so I need bed more than I need introspection.
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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