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ravencallscrowsWell, since i'm just back from another day of security training, and didn't post last night, here's a summary of my day, in case anyone cares:
Got to work. Read e-mail, LJ friends, scanned SeaGoth boards. Applied some of the stuff from security training day 1. Waited for my group to leave on the morale event in which i was not participating. Went to hang out at lunchtime with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revseandoe and hung out around his work for a bit afterwards. It's kinda neat to go back there as someone who made it out alive- there's almost some sort of weird hero worship vibe from some of the people who were there when i left who are still around. Decided to try to make the Museum of Flight. Got stuck in a hellish backup on 520 (at 2:30 p.m.). Stopped at Barnes and Noble in University Village because after sitting on the approaches to the bridge for an hour and forty minutes, i needed to visit a bathroom. Went down to the museum after a quick pit stop and nose through B&N. Got to the MoF at 4:45. It closes at 5:00. Got talked to by a very strange old lady with conspiracy theories about how the Mexicans are in league with international terrorists to poison food in restaurants and grocery stores in the U.S. while she waited for her husband and a friend to come out of the museum. [Why do i attract freaks of this nature? I guess i'm just too amiable at times.] Finally escaped when the people for whom she was waiting came out- just in time- she was beginning to drift into inquiries of spiritual natures, and i'm sure she didn't really want to know what i believe, although her eschatology combining biblical prophecies, astrology, pop-occultism and Whitley Streiber-esque speculations about alien invaders were probably far more disconcerting than anything i'd have added. Still, there were enough variables clanking wildly about that she didn't need any ideas about na daoine maithe and the Celtic conceptualization of the Otherworld.
Drove up to Capitol Hill, and, rather than looking for parking close to the Aurifice, i just parked where i usually do. Walked down to the Market and had a pint of Kilt Lifter at the Pike St. Ale House, very leisurely, and then walked back up the hill to coffee. Saw most of the usual suspects and a few other folks as well, includinglolalaland (i'm pretty certain), to whom i've never formally introduced myself, although we share a number of common friends from Vancouver to San Jose. Had i realized it was her birthday, i'd have certainly managed to pass on well wishes. Talked with staxxy, sarmonster, heddo98, revseandoe again, rowansilverwing, ironcat and ametysta among others. Left right around 11:00 (time flies, nu?), got home, checked mail, went to bed. Was up by 6:40 and off and running again. Caffeine will keep me semi-coherent through the day, right?
Got to work. Read e-mail, LJ friends, scanned SeaGoth boards. Applied some of the stuff from security training day 1. Waited for my group to leave on the morale event in which i was not participating. Went to hang out at lunchtime with
revseandoe and hung out around his work for a bit afterwards. It's kinda neat to go back there as someone who made it out alive- there's almost some sort of weird hero worship vibe from some of the people who were there when i left who are still around. Decided to try to make the Museum of Flight. Got stuck in a hellish backup on 520 (at 2:30 p.m.). Stopped at Barnes and Noble in University Village because after sitting on the approaches to the bridge for an hour and forty minutes, i needed to visit a bathroom. Went down to the museum after a quick pit stop and nose through B&N. Got to the MoF at 4:45. It closes at 5:00. Got talked to by a very strange old lady with conspiracy theories about how the Mexicans are in league with international terrorists to poison food in restaurants and grocery stores in the U.S. while she waited for her husband and a friend to come out of the museum. [Why do i attract freaks of this nature? I guess i'm just too amiable at times.] Finally escaped when the people for whom she was waiting came out- just in time- she was beginning to drift into inquiries of spiritual natures, and i'm sure she didn't really want to know what i believe, although her eschatology combining biblical prophecies, astrology, pop-occultism and Whitley Streiber-esque speculations about alien invaders were probably far more disconcerting than anything i'd have added. Still, there were enough variables clanking wildly about that she didn't need any ideas about na daoine maithe and the Celtic conceptualization of the Otherworld.Drove up to Capitol Hill, and, rather than looking for parking close to the Aurifice, i just parked where i usually do. Walked down to the Market and had a pint of Kilt Lifter at the Pike St. Ale House, very leisurely, and then walked back up the hill to coffee. Saw most of the usual suspects and a few other folks as well, including
lolalaland (i'm pretty certain), to whom i've never formally introduced myself, although we share a number of common friends from Vancouver to San Jose. Had i realized it was her birthday, i'd have certainly managed to pass on well wishes. Talked with staxxy, sarmonster, heddo98, revseandoe again, rowansilverwing, ironcat and ametysta among others. Left right around 11:00 (time flies, nu?), got home, checked mail, went to bed. Was up by 6:40 and off and running again. Caffeine will keep me semi-coherent through the day, right?
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Re: Completely unrelated, but...
Date: 2002-06-20 03:32 pm (UTC)There's all sorts of stuff ranging from "classic rock" through industrial; jazz to techno; folk to punk. It's rarely boring.