Unexpected day off, Promethea again, and Defamation of Character

[featherynscale]

Yesterday I managed to miss out on month-end reconciliation at the jobplace, which was good, but only because I was unpleasantly ill, which was bad. From looking at the emails that accumulated on how the close was to be done, however, I'm willing to claim the whole thing as a victory, since if I had been here yesterday, the Steerpike-o-meter would have definitely gained more than a few points.

Also, taking the day off allowed me to finish the Promethea books, and start digging through the annotation website that adammaker so graciously pointed me towards. I was pretty pleased with the books from start to finish -- the ending is lovely. I continue to find the Jack Faust character weirdly endearing, especially near the end, where he's admitting to not being quite ready for this whole "immanentizing the eschaton" thing. But maybe I just generally have sympathy in my heart for scummy magicians. It's happened before.

The annotations pages are a little odd. The guy that does them knows all kinds of crazy stuff about Alan Moore and comics in general, and is able to pick out things like "In this frame, there's a sign with this name on it, and he's the guy that inked The Watchmen", but totally blows it on a lot of the subject matter. He's got a bit on the issue that's Sophie and Barbara in Tiphareth, where he fails to identify Osiris -- he's like "and then there's some Egyptian guy, can anybody tell me who he is?". And he has no concept of the use of numbers. I may be sending him a note or three. That is awfully like participating in fandom, but I suppose if I have to have a fandom, this would be the one for me.

Also, it came to pass yesterday that kittenpants and triadruid made arrangements to go to the Nine Inch Nails show that niveus_tigris is taking me to. And I'm at the top of the stairs, saying to triadruid something like "Yeah, that will be cool, but we'll be in totally different sections, because it's assigned seating."

So he says, "That's okay. You can still have your date with niveus_tigris". And, while I'm opening my mouth to say something about how I didn't think it was a date, particularly, he says "Just don't fuck him in the stands." All Clerks and everything, straight-faced, but with that look in his eye that says, "Look at me! I'm belligerent!" .

So then, I'm going, "I wasn't planning on it. I mean, in all the time we've known him, I haven't fucked him yet, what makes you think I might start now?" And about this time, J. is coming up the stairs, and hears this, and then he's like 'doo de doo dooo' and turns right back around and walks out. And I'm laughing and poking triadruid and telling him not to impugn my character in front of the roommate.

"I didn't say you would do it. I said *don't* do it. That's different."

"Wasn't going to. It's a terrible idea. Everybody thinks that."

"I'm not sure niveus_tigris thinks that. I mean, he probably thinks it's a *bad* idea..."

"I'm sure he does. Because someone might die. It might even be me. I'm *very* mindful of these things. I mean, some fine day in the far, far future, I might fuck him, but I think he'd have to get a divorce first. Anyway, stop saying things like that -- I already got harsh words from matchgirl42 today because you told her I was fucking cops. And I told her that she could call me a copfucker when I was fucking cops, but not until then..."

About this point, here comes J. again. He just sort of looks at us this time, shakes his head, throws his hands in the air, turns back around and walks back out. I guess it was 'abuse the roommate day' and nobody told him. :)

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[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

This may not have come out funny over the internet, and if that's so, I apologize. It was not in any way a serious conversation -- in fact, it was really, really funny in person.

But still, confirm or deny: you would kill me and bury my parts seperately. Or, you would kill him and bury his parts seperately. These statements need not be mutually exclusive.

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

When I reread it I realized that it was meant humorously.
Unfortunately it just hit me wrong. I've been feeling like a fairly low priority lately (I think I come in somewhere after work, his daughter, Gaia, gaming, and general fun with friends; but above housecleaning), and I can't remember the last time we went out on a 'date'.
No harm, no foul.
I know that it wouldn't be good for me to go to a NIN concert. I wouldn't enjoy the music and would probably end up being a buzzkill for those that did enjoy it, so that's why I suggested he should go with friends.

But still, confirm or deny: you would kill me and bury my parts seperately. Or, you would kill him and bury his parts seperately. These statements need not be mutually exclusive.
I can only tell you how I've handled such losses of trust in the past. I did my best to act as if she didn't exist anymore, and I divorced him.