Thursday, January 23, 2003
Well, this has been an eventful morning.
I do hate eventful mornings. Especially eventful mornings when I'm somewhat hung over, having gone out to a club the night before and then not having gotten to sleep until 4:30 a.m. Those are the worst sort of mornings to go eventful on me.
While I was reading the discussion phorum, Spooky's Very Large Cup of Coffee mysteriously jumped from her hands and spilled all over the left side of my desk. Clearly, a poltergeist of some sort was at fault. Anyway, my iBook was in the direct path of the brown deluge and I didn't react quickly enough (the aforementioned hangover having frelled with my reaction time). A disarming calm settled over me as I watched the pungent mixture of coffee, milk, and sugar lap at the edges of the computer. It was a bit like one of those dreams wherein you're naked or your teeth are falling out, that sort of all-consuming horror, that same sort of moment-outside-time feeling. I grabbed the iBook and held it up above the desk, turned at about a 30-degree angle so the coffee that had gotten in wouldn't go any farther and would, with luck, run out again. That part of the deluge which left my desk, descending over the side in a muddy cataract, got the scanner and my notebook and various papers on its way to the cryosphere. Cutting to the chase (because I'm still too hung over to linger on this nerve-wracking affair), miraculously, no actual harm was done. I popped the keyboard, cleaned everything with paper towels, q-tips, and Endust anti-static wipes; I even got the coffee that had become trapped up under my ~, tab, caps lock, shift, and fn keys out. Few times in the history of mankind has total, unspeakable disaster been so narrowly averted. Which is good, as I would have had to flay and fillet Spooky and then assume control of her iBook. It would have only been fair. She's admitted as much herself. I'm not even sure if my AppleCare covers poltergeist-induced coffee deluges.
God, I hate eventful mornings.
There was a dusting of snow here last night, and amazing winds. At about 4:30 this morning, Spooky and I watched the wind whipping the snow about the yard. It was pretty and oddly creepy at the same time. It was all gone by morning, of course. The wind has stayed, though. I've read reports of the storm that's hit the Outer Banks. That must be gorgeous. I'm sorely tempted to pack the van and try to drive up to see it for myself. Bad weather often draws me.
Yesterday I wrote 1,024 wds. on Chapter Three. They were 1,024 very grudging words.
The Armory wasn't bad (Wednesday nights, Pandemonium). Great djs and a very good mix of new and old music. Cheap drinks, and that's always a plus. I am amused at the Pandemonium website, though, which goes to impressive lengths to avoid the "g"-word, describing the music as "postpunk, electroclash, deathrock, new wave, synthpop, and dark indie." Anyway, an unusually good mix of music, whatever you call it. Oh, and before we left for the club, Spooky invented an as-yet-unnamed drink, an impromptu cocktail of absinthe and pomegranate juice, which was quite delicious.
Back to Chapter Three . . .
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