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Clusterfun!

90 posts today, which averages out to 85 because yesterday sucked. Today had about 45 minutes taken out of it, though, because All Sorts Of Stuff went Down for about that long. Woe! I still got that much done on top of that, though! I cleaned my email while stuff was down.

I got bit in the car on the way to work by a title bunny. At work, the rest started coming to me. For those who recall Home Movies from the Cutting-Room Floor, this is about Harry and Harry's old friends, when Sally is away, and all the woe that becomes of it.

For those who don't recall that book, that book is the tale of what happens when a girl with a really embarrassing family crosses paths with the guy who is a bad-luck curse to all of his friends. Our protagonist there has a little sister, Sally (short for Alsatia, who is geographically named for a location in her parents' second honeymoon approximately 9 months before her advent) and Sally acquires a boyfriend girlfriend Significant Other named Harry Harriet Harry Harriet during this process. (Harr[y|iet] hasn't decided on a serious and permanent gender identity by this point in time; s/he's still too busy with self and social to worry too much about long-term gender roles, except she is far more popular as a girl than he was as a boy.)

At any rate. Harriet is an unlikely mentor for a group of assortedly antisocial and surly geekboys. Her girlfriend (and sense of perspective and rationality on certain topics) is out of town. Prom is coming up. OH GOOD FUCK NO.

There was team breakfast today. Winz!
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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