Harry Potter Dies
Jun. 25th, 2003 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fuzzygrufLovely email exchange with Denise yesterday.
ME: What's the status of the online eval tool due yesterday? I don't see it.
DENISE: You can use the offline doc I sent.
ME: I know that. What's the status of the online eval tool due yesterday?
** no response **
Finished up my self-eval offline, and worked on my projects. Nothing exciting at work.
Read more Potter on the way home. Some kid in the 6th or 7th grade asked me how it was. Relating to 12-year olds. Eek.
Stopped at Cala for more non-aspartame Diet Rite. Got home right before Steve pulled up. He brought some groceries, including salmon. Not sure how he knew I was hoping he'd make blackened salmon last night. He bought some salad stuff, so I made that while he made the fish. He checked email, and I read more Potter.
FCD was ok. We had enough for two squares all evening. The plan was to stay out of Ed's square all night. Success! Peggy taught a few Advanced calls: Quarter Thru (which I've already done), and Turn & Deal and Cross Over Circulate. I enjoy learning new stuff. The Cross Over Circulate was simple as pie, but it broke down my last square every time. Grrrrr. I had been having fun, and wasn't happy with people not paying attention. Steve had to admonish me to fake it and smile. A straight couple from Philadelphia showed up. They happily partnered with others and swapped gender roles. With a wink, the man said he could go both ways. He seemed flirty all night, so that probably was true. They were good dancers. Rick had our red kerchiefs for convention. Now I just need to find a damned black western shirt for the group photo. If it means giving up dancing, I just might get the photo with ECR and skip FCD. I'm pretty much planning to miss the WSD photo.
Got home and Steve worked on his old computer while I finished up Harry Potter. Ok, so Harry doesn't die. The books are fun to read. I'm sure it'll be awhile before the next book comes out. This book seems to lend itself to a much better movie ending. I like how several characters are involved at the end and not just Harry. Although just a quick non-essential reference towards the end of the book, I really liked the author's brain analogy.
I went to bed at 10:30pm. I was tired. I kept having dreams about the words Redwoods and some other R word. It was some mix of square dancing (the Redwood tip is for tall dancers) and the R word was something from Harry Potter.
Got up at 6am. Packed for Steve's tonight. Steve got up at 6:30am, so I made him coffee early. Made scrambled eggs for breakfast, then off to work. No book, no Zire, nothing to carry today. A short sleeved shirt beach shirt for a hot day. Got to Castro Station just as they were announcing an inbound 1-car train. Eek. No mention of the next train. Shit. I figured it would be packed. A fairly empty train arrived. I boarded along with the not-too-many others on the platform. Not carrying anything, standing isn't a problem, although there were a couple empty seats if I wanted to squeeze in. Nope. At Van Ness, a couple of guys got on, both in their late 30's. One was tall and a bit nelly. The other was stunning. Perfect nose, lidded eyes that suited him, and brilliant salt & pepper hair and a short goatee. Enough hair on his chin to nuzzle my balls and he sucked my cock. Or at least that's how I pictured it. I got to ogle him until they got off at Montgomery Station. My brown hair has it's grays, but brown hair doesn't do the salt & pepper thing too well. Beats aging redheads, though. Maybe that's one of the reasons they don't appeal to me. (Actually, I know the reason stems from my dislike for my orange-haired stepbrothers.) Enough men have the redhead fetish. I'll stand clear of their/your way. Just leave some salt & pepper guys for me, ok? Or better yet, send me to the front of the line for men with naturally black hair.
Got to work and hit the elevator button for 15. The light went on, then off again. I went to hit it again, and accidentally hit 13 first. A guy got in after men going to the 13th floor. He just looked surprised that it was already lit. I have a couple pet peeves about elevator riders. Anyone wearing perfume should be made to take the stairs. People waiting right outside the elevator door should get run over. Didn't it occur to them that people might be stepping off? I do think a good children's fantasy book could be made about a magical elevator. Like the Wardrobe in the Chronicles of Narnia, the elevator doors might open to some new adventure instead of dreaded floor 15. Of course, perfume wearers would never be there, since they'd be forced to take the stairs.
ME: What's the status of the online eval tool due yesterday? I don't see it.
DENISE: You can use the offline doc I sent.
ME: I know that. What's the status of the online eval tool due yesterday?
** no response **
Finished up my self-eval offline, and worked on my projects. Nothing exciting at work.
Read more Potter on the way home. Some kid in the 6th or 7th grade asked me how it was. Relating to 12-year olds. Eek.
Stopped at Cala for more non-aspartame Diet Rite. Got home right before Steve pulled up. He brought some groceries, including salmon. Not sure how he knew I was hoping he'd make blackened salmon last night. He bought some salad stuff, so I made that while he made the fish. He checked email, and I read more Potter.
FCD was ok. We had enough for two squares all evening. The plan was to stay out of Ed's square all night. Success! Peggy taught a few Advanced calls: Quarter Thru (which I've already done), and Turn & Deal and Cross Over Circulate. I enjoy learning new stuff. The Cross Over Circulate was simple as pie, but it broke down my last square every time. Grrrrr. I had been having fun, and wasn't happy with people not paying attention. Steve had to admonish me to fake it and smile. A straight couple from Philadelphia showed up. They happily partnered with others and swapped gender roles. With a wink, the man said he could go both ways. He seemed flirty all night, so that probably was true. They were good dancers. Rick had our red kerchiefs for convention. Now I just need to find a damned black western shirt for the group photo. If it means giving up dancing, I just might get the photo with ECR and skip FCD. I'm pretty much planning to miss the WSD photo.
Got home and Steve worked on his old computer while I finished up Harry Potter. Ok, so Harry doesn't die. The books are fun to read. I'm sure it'll be awhile before the next book comes out. This book seems to lend itself to a much better movie ending. I like how several characters are involved at the end and not just Harry. Although just a quick non-essential reference towards the end of the book, I really liked the author's brain analogy.
I went to bed at 10:30pm. I was tired. I kept having dreams about the words Redwoods and some other R word. It was some mix of square dancing (the Redwood tip is for tall dancers) and the R word was something from Harry Potter.
Got up at 6am. Packed for Steve's tonight. Steve got up at 6:30am, so I made him coffee early. Made scrambled eggs for breakfast, then off to work. No book, no Zire, nothing to carry today. A short sleeved shirt beach shirt for a hot day. Got to Castro Station just as they were announcing an inbound 1-car train. Eek. No mention of the next train. Shit. I figured it would be packed. A fairly empty train arrived. I boarded along with the not-too-many others on the platform. Not carrying anything, standing isn't a problem, although there were a couple empty seats if I wanted to squeeze in. Nope. At Van Ness, a couple of guys got on, both in their late 30's. One was tall and a bit nelly. The other was stunning. Perfect nose, lidded eyes that suited him, and brilliant salt & pepper hair and a short goatee. Enough hair on his chin to nuzzle my balls and he sucked my cock. Or at least that's how I pictured it. I got to ogle him until they got off at Montgomery Station. My brown hair has it's grays, but brown hair doesn't do the salt & pepper thing too well. Beats aging redheads, though. Maybe that's one of the reasons they don't appeal to me. (Actually, I know the reason stems from my dislike for my orange-haired stepbrothers.) Enough men have the redhead fetish. I'll stand clear of their/your way. Just leave some salt & pepper guys for me, ok? Or better yet, send me to the front of the line for men with naturally black hair.
Got to work and hit the elevator button for 15. The light went on, then off again. I went to hit it again, and accidentally hit 13 first. A guy got in after men going to the 13th floor. He just looked surprised that it was already lit. I have a couple pet peeves about elevator riders. Anyone wearing perfume should be made to take the stairs. People waiting right outside the elevator door should get run over. Didn't it occur to them that people might be stepping off? I do think a good children's fantasy book could be made about a magical elevator. Like the Wardrobe in the Chronicles of Narnia, the elevator doors might open to some new adventure instead of dreaded floor 15. Of course, perfume wearers would never be there, since they'd be forced to take the stairs.
