All the time it took you to get yourself straight is too late.

1) A couple of weeks ago a coworker and I were talking and she mentioned that she didn't feel like she could get away with coming into work casual (many people in my group do, but I am the worst offender by far - no one gets upset).  It took a couple of weeks to sink in, but it occurred to me that I ought to act as though I could not get away with it, either, since it's not fair that she should have to dress better than I do.  So today, white shirt.  Today, I also decided that I would make an effort to drink less soda, since I am on the binge-drinking side of my last attempt at sodabriety.  To that end, I picked up a big old iced coffee at the old DD.

You can see where this is going.  I am now in the office in a slightly smelly black T shirt that happened to be in my car.  Baby steps, Erik.  Baby steps.



2) My Readercon Schedule:


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Yup.  I'm good.
I *did* get invited to take part in the Mythic Delirium reading, but I asked to step aside and let other people go, or other people who were going have more time.

It makes me a little sad that there's nothing structured for me to do at the con, because it does make knowing what to do next easier (and there's always the lingering suspicion that the reason I wasn't asked back is because I fucked up last year [and anyone who came to the paranormal experiences panel ... well, no one came out of that one unscathed] or because I suck in general), but I am more glad that I don't have an assload of things to do and prepare.  I am free, and I can relax, and ACTUALLY SEE EVERYONE.  Or, at least more people, and that's worth a minor (and probably inadvertent) hit to the ego any day of the week.



3) So this church, right.  When it gets hot or humid, I begin to sleep like utter shite, which means I remember a lot more of my dreams.  So a couple of nights ago, I dreamed about this church.  It had been Catholic, but they de-sanctified it and abandoned it and it got bought up by some fly-by-night Evangelical church, and I see why the Catholics abandoned it.  The thing was too big.  About 5 stories tall inside, about the size of an hangar, otherwise.  Actually kind of big for a hangar.  Nothing about this place gave glory to God, I can tell you that.  It only made all the people involved in making it look like vainglorious, tacky dicks.  Dim, with a honeycombed ceiling that looked like some giant, concave, compound eye.  The people who were using the place were of the spiritual warfare bent, and they showed some grainy, mostly black and white film on demons which was all cut together so you could almost tell that they were using sausage links for intestines.  Still, it was fairly effective, and on a drive-in movie screen they assembled behind the altar.

A few years ago, I had a dream about fringe-y antichoice religious sorts who funded their church selling HGH and had magic talismans made out of aborted fetuses in glass capsules that gave them light up eyes which paralyzed people and allowed them to see in the dark.  They didn't show up here (or, if they did, they were among the group at the extreme other end of the church, well out of magic-fetus-eye-glow-range), but they would have loved this place.