Musings

I'm sorry to tell you all, those that care. I know there are many of you.

Corbinian is dead.

The decision made at the meeting he assembled stands. Look forward to more on the topic.

[After the anon-party]

Tell me you're not taking part in this fucking mess, babycakes.

[evening of this]

Hey rock-star -- if you can ditch the entourage for a night, I'll show you the parts of Seattle the groupies won't find you. I'm of a mind to do some serious drinking, so put on your leather pants, don't pretend you've got anything better to do and join me.

THINK BEFORE YOU PUT ON THE MASK

556 South Hampton Street

[There's a body at this address. It's a masked body; a masked hero--a very dead hero. Small time, extremely local, Electron was an electromagnetic Creation ability that targeted muggers in her filthy little neighborhood. Shot twice in the chest and once in the head. Someone heard the shots and the house is crawling with police already.]

[re: this]

I swear to god, if someone doesn't turn that music down, I will come down there and beat you with my toaster.

Why the secretary couldn't just send out notes or something equally ridiculous

I hope you all enjoyed the ball.

[After the ball]

[E-mail to Robin, via Gmail account littlebird]
Someone was looking for you at the dance. Dark hair, pale, seemed to have some trouble communicating. Pretty girl. Figured you should know.

[Private to E Kelly]
You ran off my client, Eve.

[Private to J Wilson]
Did you dance all night?

[Delivered to C Moran]
A book

[Left on the doorknob of H Savoie's apt with her forum ID (W Light) written on a ribbon]
Oshun

[After the third mural]

To the artist,

Well done darling. How do we make you famous, hmmm?

So Varian Graves is playing a little venue downtown, is that so great an event we need to plaster the walls with the news of it?

Today is TMI Tuesday:

There is mold in the corner of my apartment. It is shaped like Jesus, so I have named it George. I wonder if I can get black lung from this.

So I say to my manager, "Don't book me in one of these bumfuck little nowhere towns again sweetheart, or I'll pull your eyes out of your head with my nails." And he says, "Get the fuck over yourself V, it's just a show in bumfuck nowhere." And I kindly inform him that if the place doesn't have anything resembling civilization or coffee shops or nightclubs, I'm simply not interested. But he schedules us in bumfuck, nowhere anyway, and we kill, of course, because what else is there to do aside from coming to see us play the devil's music? Count corn in the fields? Stare lustfully at one's sister? Please.

My point being, the manager might be right in the sense that they like us, but not in the sense that bumfuck, nowhere is a place I want to be. Is that so difficult to understand? The fans do get cute though, like gleeful little puppies. I sort of love that.

Where was I going with this? Ah, yes.

Sweets, you can call me V. Treat me kingly and don't be unkind and we shan't have problems.

Compliments and respects to all my fellow Creations, familiar faces and otherwise -- I hope that you are faring well! Whether or not that be the case, I would like to suggest a visit to my fine establishment, where our exquisite meals and exemplary service will not disappoint you. Within Seattle’s fine dining industry, Centro remains an icon. In operation since 1986, the restaurant has undergone a complete overhaul since I took over as owner and general manager a mere eighteen months ago. If you will allow me to boast for a moment, the consistency of Centro’s new management and loyal employees has led to the cultivation of ongoing relationships with our faithful customers and remarkable recognition within the community.

Glance over our new menu! Today, we’re making special efforts to live up to our place amongst the great culinary institutions in this city. We are proud to unveil an updated, modern look in our recently renovated dining room. We have also hired an exciting new chef, a celebrated talent who shares in our commitment to pride and professionalism. Our veteran employees proudly uphold our uncompromising service orientation, and our renowned wine list has a maximum markup of 125% in our efforts to bring you the highest quality at the greatest value.

Through what we’ve changed and what we’ve kept the same, Centro continues to serve our loyal customer base while also attracting first-time patrons who are attracted to the finest culinary experience Seattle has to offer, at affordable menu prices.

Reservations granted, but not necessary! Oh, and we are always hiring.

Yours,
B. Mercer

Where can a girl find an old fashioned good time in this little city of ours? (Can't say I think much of sharing where it is I rest my head with an entire gaggle of you -- girl's got to think of her personal safety and all that jazz, so let's stick with drinking-hole recommendations)

To the woman I passed on the street today while bringing home groceries -

Throwing your sandwich into the face of a homeless man and accusing him of laziness hardly seems appropriate behavior toward another human being, but who am I to judge you? Your coat indicated a certain level of wealth and ease of living, but maybe you've scraped your way up from the gutter, and you know what it is to be someone at the bottom of society's barrel, and you know how very lazy most of them are. Maybe you got where you are today solely by ingenuity and hard work. Somehow, however, your extensive and immaculate manicure makes me doubt your proclivity toward hard labor. So if you were so blessed as to marry well (as your ring seemed to imply) or, maybe, inherit well, I don't think you are in any position to judge a man on the street looking for loose change to buy a fast food lunch with. May your husband be sleeping with your maid, and may the little boy you had by the wrist grow old enough to spend all of your money and leave you destitute. Maybe then you'll understand what it's like to suffer the indignity of begging for loose change, and the desperation that makes a man keep begging even after a woman of high society has thrown her lunch at his face.