the magnet was on, again

So marchek and I went for a drink. At Molly's. And it was all very normal, which Molly's rarely is.

Until some dude got up abruptly from his seat and started trying to dance sexily near us while I was telling a story about slugs.

The horror made it so difficult to concentrate, I eventually gave up. And then the fellow asked us how we liked his dancing and marchek and I said various off-putting things, and then the dude comes out with -- wait for it -- "What does she do? Is she a pilot?"

I almost spit my drink all over the bar.

As we were leaving, after a few other lame interactions with this fellow, another member of his party steps in front of us rather agressively as we're trying to leave, blocking the door. I'm furious, but I'm also curious.

"Do you two," he begins and then seems to pause forever, "work together?"

"No," I say flatly.

He continues to stare at us, and eventually steps aside.

What The Fuck?

sundries

- About to go into work at the new office. Have to do a bunch of freelance pieces today too.

- Must also design and order the holiday cards by the end of the weekend.

- We're working on the next piece of IHNIIHBT and this is the chunck where most of what we've been doing fits itself together. We're more or less just started it, but it is SO COOL. This is not me praising us, this is me praising the internal force of stories to do what needs doing.

- I am thinking of going to the movies tonight, because I'd like to see something that won't leave me sad for my very relationship with film. So it can be a sad movie -- it just can't suck. Although I think the most likely choices are the new Bond flick or Milk (but maybe Patty wants to come with) or that gay Midsummer Night's Dream (but gaaaaah, I loathe the Angelika with all my heart because you can feel the subway under it). Just something. Despite the long review, I've been sitting quietly with my feelings about Australia because I still don't know how to express them.

- I've been listening over and over to that school choir version of Flame Trees and it makes me so desperately melancholy for Australia. This will probably mean nothing to any non-Aussie reading this, except coyotegoth who is the only person I know who also saw Little Fish, which hey, you should all see!

- Patty comes home tomorrow!

- Busy week upcoming with a reading by ellen_kushner and deliasherman on Tuesday, a Michael Aranella and His Dreamland Orchestra appearance on Thursday that I hope we can wedge into the schedule, and then on Friday, our departure for CT and a historical ball that may or may not approve of my gender and presentation. Which reminds me -- I need to get some black trousers like NOW, bring some stuff to the dry-cleaner and seriously check on the ball gown delivery date situation.

- I have _got_ to get my Ohio tickets today. Speaking of which, we will need a person to look in on the cats during that period (26 Dec - 1 Jan). Let me know if you are interested. $$ involved, of course.

- My parents were sort of insane and alarmist over the economy during Thanksgiving, but I suppose the last couple of years of health dramas (me, then my mom, then my dad) has left them living in a seige mode.

- While I am not actively avoiding TW, season 3 spoilers (and have sought many out), I am actively avoiding TW, season 3 discussion. Because the level of fan anxiety stresses me out. That said, we did get a very happy making spoiler from an official source today, which means GDL wasn't just saying shit to make the fans happy.

- Gallifrey One is going to be so funny. marchek and I started singing "I Know Him So Well" at the bar last night because we were too lazy to go to karaoke. Also, there was much discussion about how pained and funny we're all going to be wandering around with coffee (hey, airspaniel did you ever put those mugs up?) and donuts and sunglasses for the early morning panels.