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A belated Thursday

"The Sex Song" -- lyrics not at all safe for work, video almost safe for work. Earworm warning. Via beckyzoole, who has all the good links.

"Palilalia" -- go. read.

"Native Tongue" -- being part of the flock, I approve. Highly.

My supervisor teased me about going on break the last fifteen minutes of my Official Time on the Phones. It was 2:13, and I had to take a break after one of those calls. (Multi-issue, long, 75% listening, probably ADHD.) I was actually back in about three minutes and back on the phones, to take another epic call about someone's Apple Mail that was behaving bizarrely, and badly.

My first kiss.
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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