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Non-zombie Wednesday

Wrote one of my rants while on lunch break. This one was on the topic of "I write because..." and went on from there. Went to group a bit early; hooray traffic being good. Everyone was keyed up, in anticipation of possible interference from the center. No one from the center showed up, though. We were discussing stuff and plans to head over to the new location; I wound up getting a map printed out. As I returned, one of the occasional ladies came in with me. There is probably nothing wrong with her at all, but she nevertheless gives off to me a vibe that says "If you involve me in anything like your life, my problems and I will invade and not go away unless forcibly ejected." It was uncomfortable to talk about concrete plans and the ideological breakdown of what the center needs and what the group needs in front of someone who's very much an outsider to the group mojo.

I wound up reading my rant, and the group decided that it needed to be left for the center. So we wound up doing just that. There was a ceremonial signing of the poem-thing; I wrote a brief explanation about the group needing the creative safe space that has absolute creative freedom, the center needing creative safe space that had no profanity, no sex, and reasonably few triggers, and these two needs being absolutely incompatible. We signed it. We departed. I've been saying all day that it's ripe for an exodus, but I drew the line at plagues.

It would have been a faster exit, except M and her schedule are wacky so she tracked down a Center Higher-Up Person and explained her personal grievance. That sort of hampered the swish-out. But in the end, all went well. We wound up at the new place after a few wrong turns. The space is friendly and inviting, though somewhat dark. I ceremonially lit the tea light in the middle of the table, and we got down to business.

We will have to hack out a group charter or something.

Dinner was good. I produced sparkling cider that was almost cold enough, and eventually did get it open, though the first cap nearly hit our excellent waiter and the second cap went flying as well. Note to self: bring bottle opener.

There was ice cream. To prove a point, I licked whipped cream off M's finger. I wasn't paying too much attention at the time, given that I was busy licking and focusing on the technical skill of it, but she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. I wonz.

We still do need to rename the group.

Now, I shall go be asleep.
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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