It's a lovely story, and triadruid tells it so well.

Anybody want a dog?

It's a lovely story, and triadruid tells it so well.

Anybody want a dog?

Mmmm. Synchronicity.

skynock posts about not having anybody to take to the company party, and ten minutes after I read that, our office manager sends round an email that says we're not having a company party this year, the VPs are all going out to dinner and the rest of us are excused excluded.

So that's good, I guess, as it means I don't have to worry about who I'm going to take to the company party. Not that I had given any thought to the company party since I ducked out of going to the one last year, but hey. If it had been a problem, it wouldn't be one anymore.

Mmmm. Synchronicity.

skynock posts about not having anybody to take to the company party, and ten minutes after I read that, our office manager sends round an email that says we're not having a company party this year, the VPs are all going out to dinner and the rest of us are excused excluded.

So that's good, I guess, as it means I don't have to worry about who I'm going to take to the company party. Not that I had given any thought to the company party since I ducked out of going to the one last year, but hey. If it had been a problem, it wouldn't be one anymore.

More fun with Mom

Talked to Mom again today. Much less unpleasant than last time, altogether. She wanted to know if I got her package, which I did, just a few days ago. In the package was a bunny-fairy finger puppet, and a white wizard dollie who's bent-legged and balanced as if to say "sit me on top of your computer monitor!" (which is of course what I did with him). There was some discussion at EHQ when the package arrived as to whether its contents implied that Mom was being subtly pagan-friendly or not. As it turns out, the bunny-fairy was picked out by my grandmother, who was apparently enjoying menacing the other shoppers with it, and Mom thought that the wizard was a Santa (Grandma thought it was Old Man Winter though. Which sounds pagan-friendly, but I *know* she's not). Oh well. Here I was hoping we wouldn't have to have that conversation where the family finds out for certain and in the open that I've converted. Well, maybe we still won't. I've been pagan for almost 9 years now, and we've avoided it so far, so I suppose there's hope.
The most probing question I got was "What do you want for christmas?", so that was good. I pointed her to my Amazon wishlist (and then popped over to Amazon to clear all the magic and mythology-related stuff out of my preferences). Hopefully that will help.
She also wanted to know if I had any books about how to build a PC. I didn't know such things existed. She was looking for a gift for my Uncle Chuck, who wants to build computers now for some reason, but has no clue about things like what jumper settings mean, or what BIOS does, and other such. I told her I couldn't reccommend anything, but he could call me instead of calling her about these things. I may live to regret this.

More fun with Mom

Talked to Mom again today. Much less unpleasant than last time, altogether. She wanted to know if I got her package, which I did, just a few days ago. In the package was a bunny-fairy finger puppet, and a white wizard dollie who's bent-legged and balanced as if to say "sit me on top of your computer monitor!" (which is of course what I did with him). There was some discussion at EHQ when the package arrived as to whether its contents implied that Mom was being subtly pagan-friendly or not. As it turns out, the bunny-fairy was picked out by my grandmother, who was apparently enjoying menacing the other shoppers with it, and Mom thought that the wizard was a Santa (Grandma thought it was Old Man Winter though. Which sounds pagan-friendly, but I *know* she's not). Oh well. Here I was hoping we wouldn't have to have that conversation where the family finds out for certain and in the open that I've converted. Well, maybe we still won't. I've been pagan for almost 9 years now, and we've avoided it so far, so I suppose there's hope.
The most probing question I got was "What do you want for christmas?", so that was good. I pointed her to my Amazon wishlist (and then popped over to Amazon to clear all the magic and mythology-related stuff out of my preferences). Hopefully that will help.
She also wanted to know if I had any books about how to build a PC. I didn't know such things existed. She was looking for a gift for my Uncle Chuck, who wants to build computers now for some reason, but has no clue about things like what jumper settings mean, or what BIOS does, and other such. I told her I couldn't reccommend anything, but he could call me instead of calling her about these things. I may live to regret this.

Is that so wrong?

For some reason, when I see posts with text like this:
"HELLO KANSAS CITY PEOPLE
is there anything amazingly good going on this year for new year's?"
it makes me want to post comments like, "Well, we're sacrificing a goat over at our house..." And I'm pretty sure that's a poor idea.

But then I get email from HR that says things like "Those reviewers who fail to finish all their evaluations on time risk their own eligibility to receive a pay increase this year...not to mention the fiery pits of hell..." and I wonder how relevant my personal content filters actually are.

Is that so wrong?

For some reason, when I see posts with text like this:
"HELLO KANSAS CITY PEOPLE
is there anything amazingly good going on this year for new year's?"
it makes me want to post comments like, "Well, we're sacrificing a goat over at our house..." And I'm pretty sure that's a poor idea.

But then I get email from HR that says things like "Those reviewers who fail to finish all their evaluations on time risk their own eligibility to receive a pay increase this year...not to mention the fiery pits of hell..." and I wonder how relevant my personal content filters actually are.