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This week at work, our copy center guy is taking a few days off as paternity leave...
Which means that my favorite coworker, who usually does the deliveries with me, is in the copy center...
Which means that I take over most of HER responsibilities, while still having most of mine...

And of course, this Would be the week when some random bureaucrat decides to play mind games with us, and then raises a giant stink when we (welnigh inevitably) deliver his package to the wrong building. Sigh.

It's that kind of week.

Oh well, bell practice tonight, then have a beer withe the associate rector; and quarter peal on Sunday!

More about things that start with C:

Californianization of everything: It's most noticeable with women's fashion. Wearing sunglasses as they were a barette, say; or the 12-month flipflop wearers. Also tanning, and fake tans.
And complaining about the cold all the time, while taking heat as a necessary evil.
All the things people where it seems as though they're pretending they live in the Sunshine State. (So why don't they just move there??)
Am I hatin'? Probably.

New topic!

Other things I hate: chemical dependency in general. grr.

The Film: Die Comedian Harmonists is one of those films where I'm not sure if it's actually good or not. It's basically a group biopic cum excuse to perform lots of the group's songs. But I hadn't heard of the group before, and both their music and their story are pretty cool.

For those who are as clueless as I was: The Comedian Harmonists were a male a capella group formed in Germany around about 1920: it says something about the Zeitgeist of 1920s Germany both that an a capella group became all-stars, and that someone in Marketing insisted that their name had to NOT be German if they were going to gain any sort of popularity. So the movie is partly about that wild, swingin', liberal decade before the Depression led to some Austrian maniac getting elected Chancellor. Of the period's genesis in the aftermath of WW1, of its crazy artsy weirdness, and of its demise...since a couple of them were Jewish, the group wound up breaking up when half of them had to flee the country. (The film closes, if memory serves, with an overview of what happened to them afterward, including who got drafted into the Wehrmacht and probably died horribly in Russia, vs who faded into obscurity in New York...)

But in between, in movie and in film, you get a lot of good songs, although inevitably it's the one where they impersonate a jazz band that you remember. Well, that and "Mein kleiner grüner Kaktus," of course.
(The acting and casting, as far as I can recall, are first-rate. Again, I watched this in Germany, so it's been a while.)
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Anyway. In other news, new!coworker and I are each skiving off work tomorrow, and in fact both in unison started changing into dressier clothes as soon as we closed the window. As I put it "You are off to lots and lots of con stuff. I am off to lots and lots of Church stuff!"
...Although I have a standing invitation to crash their room party if MY afterparty turns out to be lame. We'll see.