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Uggggh. There's only so long I can stare at and try to sort piles of
loose papers thrown into a drawer and forgotten about for years before
I want to just put my head on the desk and wail. I can only imagine
how my boss must feel about it.

Thank goodness for mail. I like opening mail! Letter openers are fun.
And bills are so much easier to deal with when it's not your money,
but the state's.

Now, stuff that has nothing to do with work, because my brain is tired
and it's Friday. Tonight I'm going to a show called Queerspace:
Celebreating A Thousand Years of Gay and Lesbian Literature, directed
by a dear friend who appears to have taken it over from the guy who
directed it last year. That promises to be fun.

I biked last night (yessss), and I always end up composing entries or
something in my head and then not writing them. This is what I was
thinking last night:

Periodically I make lists of characters from books that I would like
to play if there was a movie adaptation. This list has, naturally,
changed over the years: it used to be topped by Lyra Belacqua,
Hermione Granger, Estelle Green, and Nita Callahan. The first two are
taken, now, and the last two I'm too late for (but since I've got Nita
at Milliways, that's okay).

The list lately includes, but is by no means limited to:

1. Katina Choovanski, from Strangers in Paradise. Though I'd
have to be blonde, of course.

2. Anathema Device, from Good Omens. Shush it has nothing to do
with her name sounding like mine. >.> It is, however, possible that
she's just moving into the Sensible Witch Smarter Than Everyone Else
spot vacated by Hermione.

3. Moiraine Damodred, from Wheel of Time, despite the fact that
she will always be Kiera Knightley/Natalie Portman in my head and I
will never be either of them.

4. Kitty Pryde, from X-Men. See above, with the addition of
Ellen Page to who I will never be.

I have a similar list of general types of roles I'd like to play,
like, say, a demon on Supernatural or a patient on House, and yet
another (much longer) list of theatrical roles I want to play, but I
have to go figure out these invoices now. *frowns at them*

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Spotted on the walk to and from lunch:

A boy playing guitar for change on the grass in town square. He was
there yesterday, too, when I went to lunch much later. I thought I'd
give him some change when I came back by, this time, but he was gone.

For a single delighted second as I approached the spot where he'd been
playing, I thought maybe you could only see him going one way, and
even though I knew it was ridiculous, I snuck a glance over my
shoulder for him. Still nothing. I guess he was a prosaic college
student picking up pocket money who left for his own lunch.

I saw a woman, short and what you might call dumpy, in brown, who had
a beautiful silver streak running from her widow's peak through
otherwise auburn curly hair.

I walked behind a couple who walked like college students, swinging
joined hands, who sang out loud in what might have been unintentional
harmony and had graying hair at their temples.

I hope I never get to a point where I stop thinking that a snowflake
landing on my nose might just lead to a quest, or stop talking to
animals like they might decide to talk back one day. I want to be
crazy aunt to the world, who always wears pants and only wears skirts
if you can spin in them, and who will put a dandelion behind your ear,
and who collects something odd and overlooked, like snails; I want to
be deLint's Conjure Man, in a beat up bomber jacket and bike, with
pennies in my pockets and stories to tell.

I don't have the guts to do all of that right now, but I hope I will one day.