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Oct. 26th, 2002 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaMay the heavens rain curses on telemarketers who call me on a Saturday morning and get me out of bed despite the fact that I'm on the state-wide no-call list. Of course, just having been woken up, and therefore addle-pated, I forget to enlighten them with that fact or request them to put me on their own no-call list, which actually would have been required, because in thinking about it I realize that long-distance companies, which this was, or companies who have other actual business with you, which this also was, are exempted from the no-call list rules.
Which author am I channeling this morning? That was a long, complex sentence with many clauses, but as far as I can tell a true subject and verb, however distant from one another. Something about the style seems familiar, and not quite me, although I do speak that way on occasion. If it creeps into my writing I usually edit it out, but today it is amusing me so I'm leaving it in.
Something's got to amuse me; being dragged out of bed to answer the telephone when I wanted to sleep in makes me grumpy. Yes, I know it was already 10:30 am. That's not the point. I haven't had a sleep-in morning in a month, and I was up until around three last night. (I wandered over to my last-posted comment to see the approximate time, and found it dated midnight. That was definitely wrong, as I didn't leave Wentzville until 12:45 nor did I get home until 1:45. Wonder what happened there?)
Why was I up so late, you ask? No, you probably don't ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I went to Molly Crenshaw's Haunted Forest, held at the RenFaire grounds in Wentzville. Mostly I went because Jen was one of the actors and I had promised her I'd show up. Got there at about 9, bought my ticket and started hanging around waiting for my turn. This "haunted attraction" sends groups with a tour guide, I think partly because it's just so big and no one wants children getting lost in a deep woods. It was about an hour and a half before my turn came up, and I spent the first part watching the magicians do their routines, and then hanging about with the volunteers running the place, of whom I turned out to know a few (and met some more). After my tour (and annoying Jen by being a smartass to her...She threatened to take me home, put me on a spit and cook me. So of course I couldn't help saying, "Yeah, take me home and eat me." Among other things. I was in a bit of a feisty mood.) it was already past eleven and the place closed at midnight. So I figured I'd hang around a while longer and at least get a good night kiss before we each went home. Did that, as well as helping a little with some rudimentary clean-up, meeting some more volunteers and getting asked to work Faire next year as well as Halloween. I'd like to do that, actually.
Prior to going to the haunted forest, since I didn't want to get there before it was fully dark, I went to the dollar theater and watched Spiderman. Not bad! I appreciated the fact that things didn't always go right for him, and even the ending was not unambiguously happy. He succeeded in saving the city from a menace (and I don't feel that's a spoiler: it's a comic book after all!) but lost some other things of great importance.
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mactavish will be amused to know that I typoed the very first word in this post. As "Mary".
Which author am I channeling this morning? That was a long, complex sentence with many clauses, but as far as I can tell a true subject and verb, however distant from one another. Something about the style seems familiar, and not quite me, although I do speak that way on occasion. If it creeps into my writing I usually edit it out, but today it is amusing me so I'm leaving it in.
Something's got to amuse me; being dragged out of bed to answer the telephone when I wanted to sleep in makes me grumpy. Yes, I know it was already 10:30 am. That's not the point. I haven't had a sleep-in morning in a month, and I was up until around three last night. (I wandered over to my last-posted comment to see the approximate time, and found it dated midnight. That was definitely wrong, as I didn't leave Wentzville until 12:45 nor did I get home until 1:45. Wonder what happened there?)
Why was I up so late, you ask? No, you probably don't ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I went to Molly Crenshaw's Haunted Forest, held at the RenFaire grounds in Wentzville. Mostly I went because Jen was one of the actors and I had promised her I'd show up. Got there at about 9, bought my ticket and started hanging around waiting for my turn. This "haunted attraction" sends groups with a tour guide, I think partly because it's just so big and no one wants children getting lost in a deep woods. It was about an hour and a half before my turn came up, and I spent the first part watching the magicians do their routines, and then hanging about with the volunteers running the place, of whom I turned out to know a few (and met some more). After my tour (and annoying Jen by being a smartass to her...She threatened to take me home, put me on a spit and cook me. So of course I couldn't help saying, "Yeah, take me home and eat me." Among other things. I was in a bit of a feisty mood.) it was already past eleven and the place closed at midnight. So I figured I'd hang around a while longer and at least get a good night kiss before we each went home. Did that, as well as helping a little with some rudimentary clean-up, meeting some more volunteers and getting asked to work Faire next year as well as Halloween. I'd like to do that, actually.
Prior to going to the haunted forest, since I didn't want to get there before it was fully dark, I went to the dollar theater and watched Spiderman. Not bad! I appreciated the fact that things didn't always go right for him, and even the ending was not unambiguously happy. He succeeded in saving the city from a menace (and I don't feel that's a spoiler: it's a comic book after all!) but lost some other things of great importance.
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mactavish will be amused to know that I typoed the very first word in this post. As "Mary".
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Date: 2002-10-26 12:55 pm (UTC)What's amusing is that if I'm *trying* to write those instinctive words, they sometimes come out mixed up, but when I typo them in place of something else, they *never* do.