Musings

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[ring, ring!]

I don't want to cause a problem and I assure you, I'm a friend who can sympathize. I'm looking for the girl who turns green.

[On Wednesday evening, Janet comes home after her shift at Centro and trails her fingers over the railings as she climbs the stairs. Upon reaching her apartment, she realizes two things: Teddy is away for a graveyard shift and she has her cell phone. After all of five seconds worth of debate, she flips it open and sends a text.]

Hey Jimmy. It's your night off. We should take advantage of that, don't you think?

I don't think I've quite recovered yet from the Masquerade. Yet more proof, of course, that it was indeed a 'howling success' - although I'd like to know exactly what about my tryst with a certain ringwraith could have possibly been considered 'less-than-savory'. As far as I'm concerned, that was a completely morally inoffensive affair. I'm inclined to point out that I will do whatever I please in the men's room at my own restaurant, on Halloween and my birthday no less.

I must say, Seattle - well done. You outdid yourselves spectacularly.
I'll be billing you all for the cost of replacing the carpets.

Brigs Mercer.


Oh, and darling?
Next time, perhaps don't try so hard to break my mirrors.

Things I'm over:

Taylor the Latte Boy (I don't need a man. There is the satisfaction of providing your public with a vision of true beautology, true sytlisity, - how can I put it? – true glamorositude, and that will serve me just fine!)

The man at the dog park who won't pick up when his dog goes poo (its called having manners, if moi can do it...toi can do it.)

Starbucks (Taylor ruined it for everyone)


Things I'm new at:

singing songs with strangers (please see below, I think it went well),

Seattle's Best Coffee (my latte girl is Karen and she's sweet as pie and likes to sing too)

Wednesday's off (thank you Jimmy I had a very exciting night in, singing with my dogs and eating my weight in caramels out with wonderfully fabulous girlfriends)


Things I'll never get over:

My dogs (Muffin and Cooper, your mommy loves you),

singing, playing piano, tap dancing, and new hats.

Eating my feelings (never eat more than you can lift)

Motto this week: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.

( Miss Penny live at the Magic Store with some guy named George who may or may not be her insurance agent )

Its 3am. In the morning. This bad bad bad bad bad. Why? Because I fully intend to get up at 9am to go make this super cool surprise thing for Jim. It's like, an Etch-e-Sketch calendar type thing that would be totally helpful. In lots and lots of ways. I sketched it up and everything. But now I might not wake up in time if I go to sleep. Plus I'm really not that tired. Why am I not tired?? Can some one please make me tired? Please.

[Locked to J. Whitmire]

Been gone for a while, Jimmy--what did I miss?

[Locked to J. Poole]

Prison break while the guard's wandered off. You in?

Hey there, great big world! I just moved

Looking for a roommate. Preferably not crazy. I have a job, so I can pay rent and utilities juuust fine. I'd like to talk on the phone or meet in person before deciding anything, if that's cool!

I'm looking for a place in Bathos, I just moved to Seattle two weeks ago and I don't want to live by myself, I'm a people person!! Let's be AWESOME and have tons of fun together. ♥

Things that I have: $10 and a pack of trident gum and my skateboard.

Things that I don't have: a place to stay , any idea where Jack and a job.

So, how do we remedy this situation, folks?

Jim,
It was a pleasure visiting The Magic Store. I look forward to seeing you again, and more performances in the future. I'd even go so far as to invest in the property, but perhaps now is not the best time?

Thanks again,
Tim

Hey Zinnia,

We chatted at the Verisimilitude party awhile back. I'm Jim Whitmire with the Magic Store. We talked about working together for a Halloween themed show? I believe we'll end up dark on the day of, because of my friend Brigs' party but the day before will probably be a good night for things.

Did you have any specific ideas/thoughts in mind?

Thanks,

Jim

Ever hear of Penny Markovicz, Miss Hartwig?

I wonder if I’m the only one who has figured out that fear isn’t working out for anyone except the bad guys. Fear is a poison slipped in our drinks before our eyes, but we simply close them and take a sip. Don’t we?

When Seattle’s finest have finally locked up all the masks, when those who want to help are crowded in cells alongside those who really just want to blow us up – then will we be safe? Will the human world become a glorious Eden without the apple? Will the masks stop coming? Or will more come and take their place? And will the human race keep blowing each other up (or blowing us up) in the name of their holy texts and because of their political beliefs and – above all else – because of their fear?

So lock up your windows and doors, stay inside after dark. Sleep with your .22 under your pillow. Just don’t act so surprised when family members start shooting each other in some horrible plague of paranoia and tragically mistaken identities. And while your backs are turned, the dark masks are pulling closer, drawing the noose tighter. We have set them free to wreak havoc when our streets empty after sundown. Don’t think they won’t take advantage.

If no one minds, I’ll just turn on CNN when I want to be force-fed some terror.

A. Cassiel

[The same message is sent to both but locked privately]

Got a minute?

Let's just assume that you've made a colossally bad decision, and you're suddenly here with no ID or job or credit rating or money or-

That you didn't exactly prepare to come here.

What, exactly, should I do? What'm I supposed to do?

Er, and hello, I guess.

Got to admit, sometime I get tired of all this gray cloud.

[4:09 PM. Day of Bank Robbery]

Ring.

And how are you today, Miss Hartwig?

[posted shortly after the Seattle Times article]

...That poor man.
My prayers are with his family.

Seattle... isn't such a nice place to live anymore.