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Cursing: an update
Dec. 10th, 2013 06:59 amWell, assorted curses did indeed fall upon the intersection--or at least I presume so, since I didn't actually get there this morning,* since the curse came in the form of ICE ON EVERYTHING.
At 5, when I was about 1/4 of the way through scraping off my car, it occurred to me that perhaps I could and should do this on some day when the roads were less lethal.** And that in the interim, I could actually get some sleep.
Unfortunately, I'd shotgunned a cup of instant before I went out to the car, and so all that happened was that I lay in bed for an hour thinking about what Biddeford/Saco would be like*** and feeling my hands grow to dimensions of about four feet across, because it turns out that caffeine does very weird things when it gets to play with the unconscious. And a bit before seven I realized that I was going to have to move my car to the other side of the street to avoid a ticket, and de-icing my car and then moving it on the streets of my neighborhood is the bit of the whole process that I'd honestly been dreading the most.
So the moral of the story is: don't curse intersections if you're going to have to go there again. The Trivia are not to be mocked.
Update: ohwait, Trivia's actually a *singular*? And she's the Roman equivalent of Hecate? Geesh, no wonder, then. Yeah, think REALLY carefully before cursing a crossroads.
Anyway, I guess I'm up now.
* Which means that I have AGAIN missed the stupid Tri-Town Bus. But at least I didn't drive to Biddeford for nothing this time.
** So the revised plan is that I'm going to do this on Thursday, which means that Thursday is going to be a lot more hectic and sucky than I'd hoped, and also it's going to be bloody freakin' cold even by MY standards, but at least the roads will be clear.
*** I started by figuring that Biddeford would be the dude in a het. relationship, but that was just gonna be "Uptown Girl" with more alcoholism. So I started to imagine that Biddeford was the working-class middle-aged woman with a younger dude, but it still seemed like Biddeford ought to be a guy; so now I think Biddeford would a 50yo FTM, formerly married to a French-Canadian mechanic**** and now trying to reinvent himself as an intellectual, despite the fact that he probably works at Walmart. Saco was named in his parents' last years of hippydom, before they became yuppies and then lost all their money when he was in college. Which is why HE was working at Walmart, despite being an utter snob.
**** Who, I have just realized, is undoubtedly still a member of the infamous Club Voltigeur.
At 5, when I was about 1/4 of the way through scraping off my car, it occurred to me that perhaps I could and should do this on some day when the roads were less lethal.** And that in the interim, I could actually get some sleep.
Unfortunately, I'd shotgunned a cup of instant before I went out to the car, and so all that happened was that I lay in bed for an hour thinking about what Biddeford/Saco would be like*** and feeling my hands grow to dimensions of about four feet across, because it turns out that caffeine does very weird things when it gets to play with the unconscious. And a bit before seven I realized that I was going to have to move my car to the other side of the street to avoid a ticket, and de-icing my car and then moving it on the streets of my neighborhood is the bit of the whole process that I'd honestly been dreading the most.
So the moral of the story is: don't curse intersections if you're going to have to go there again. The Trivia are not to be mocked.
Update: ohwait, Trivia's actually a *singular*? And she's the Roman equivalent of Hecate? Geesh, no wonder, then. Yeah, think REALLY carefully before cursing a crossroads.
Anyway, I guess I'm up now.
* Which means that I have AGAIN missed the stupid Tri-Town Bus. But at least I didn't drive to Biddeford for nothing this time.
** So the revised plan is that I'm going to do this on Thursday, which means that Thursday is going to be a lot more hectic and sucky than I'd hoped, and also it's going to be bloody freakin' cold even by MY standards, but at least the roads will be clear.
*** I started by figuring that Biddeford would be the dude in a het. relationship, but that was just gonna be "Uptown Girl" with more alcoholism. So I started to imagine that Biddeford was the working-class middle-aged woman with a younger dude, but it still seemed like Biddeford ought to be a guy; so now I think Biddeford would a 50yo FTM, formerly married to a French-Canadian mechanic**** and now trying to reinvent himself as an intellectual, despite the fact that he probably works at Walmart. Saco was named in his parents' last years of hippydom, before they became yuppies and then lost all their money when he was in college. Which is why HE was working at Walmart, despite being an utter snob.
**** Who, I have just realized, is undoubtedly still a member of the infamous Club Voltigeur.
