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lenora_roseI made myself an icon (That i obviously ended up not using) at one of those places where you can do a cartoon doodle of yourself, wherein I am sitting by a computer, eyes wide, declaring with obvious glee, "Everyone dies!"
It's sooo tempting, sometimes. "What, didn't I tell you this was a tragedy?" Just bring in the double hurricane and scour the islands empty (Or, in classic tragedy manner, leave one person alive to tell others the story).
I felt like that most of today, even to the moment I sat down to push the next bit of nastiness (er, climax) out.
However, my main character just did something unexpected, though probably utterly futile. And suddenly I don't feel like killing off all these frustrating, active, passionate, wrongheaded people. I want them to win.
Which means I *don't* want to work tomorrow. I want to write! Alas, doing both could be hard, and not just for time and "no-really, I need to get these wedding things done" - my wrist has been acting up due to far too much of the single worst kind of data entry I deal with, tendonitis wise.
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Fewer people from our invitees are going to be able to make it to the ceremony than expected -- I guess I'd hoped more on some of the out-of-towners than is reasonable (And some of the local SCA people have reasons -- actual duties or expectatations laid on them -- to go down to Crown Tourney, which I managd to schedule myself against even though i thought I checked for such things). So instead of about 125, we're someplace between 90-100. Which is good as far as fees go. And those I know of that 90-100 are people I like (Well, duh...).
But I've said several times in the last few days; we *didn't* invite a load of people from church I'd have liked to ask. We had enough invitations to spare to do so, but it seemed kind of an all or nothing prospect; we could either give nobody but the ministers invitations, and emphasize that it was a relatively small mostly-family wedding, or extend our invitations to almost 30 more people than we'd planned for, could afford, or fit. Or we could keep it to a milder number, but end up leaving church people out whom we liked just as well as those we asked, or who had equal right. Or who slipped our mind, or... And some of those left out would be offended, seeing their fellow church folk invited, as they wouldn't be if all were excluded.
Now, of course, we could have room for them in every way, in the pragmatic ways of money and hall space as well as in the other ways, of fellow feeling and fondness. And now it's too late to invite them. It would feel crass, a grudging last minute, "well, okay." Even though they were wanted in the first place.
Of course if that's the worst that goes wrong...
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Sentences you never expect to have to say in Winnipeg in peace-time:
"The machine-gun nest on the roof across from my work-place..."
The soldiers have been using the arena and environs as a base camp for training exercises in urban warfare, which also meant an increase in police and fire truck presence in the vicinity. (THis has caused the more uniform-fetishy among my co-workers to say some entertaining things, and apparantly caused a jealous spate among same at Colin's workplace).
This has made for an interesting week all around, although, alas, not only is our office window teeny, it faces the wrong way. So we missed the helicoptor landings and the like that the store girls saw.
We did see the hazardous waste vehicle, which did cause some speculation as to how that might affect a *bakery*, more as the arena's right between our current plant and our new plant, so my fellow employees kept passing by that truck...
And I got to see the "Stop-fighting" protestors in mid-action on my route home*. I was glad to see there weren't that many. I'm not sympathetic. It's one thing to hope we never get involved in any war we don't have to be involved in (Huzzah!). It's another to demand that not only should soldiers not fight, but that they shouldn't do the training necessary to teach them how to fight well.
Of course, I could be wrong and the exercise, with all its time, expense, planning, and inconvenience to all involved, was done entirely for a lark because the boys were bored and their admin wanted them out of the house...
* "Those aren’t peace advocates, they're ‘stop fighting’ advocates. Peace is an active and complex thing and sometimes fighting is part of what it takes to get it.”![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky
It's sooo tempting, sometimes. "What, didn't I tell you this was a tragedy?" Just bring in the double hurricane and scour the islands empty (Or, in classic tragedy manner, leave one person alive to tell others the story).
I felt like that most of today, even to the moment I sat down to push the next bit of nastiness (er, climax) out.
However, my main character just did something unexpected, though probably utterly futile. And suddenly I don't feel like killing off all these frustrating, active, passionate, wrongheaded people. I want them to win.
Which means I *don't* want to work tomorrow. I want to write! Alas, doing both could be hard, and not just for time and "no-really, I need to get these wedding things done" - my wrist has been acting up due to far too much of the single worst kind of data entry I deal with, tendonitis wise.
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Fewer people from our invitees are going to be able to make it to the ceremony than expected -- I guess I'd hoped more on some of the out-of-towners than is reasonable (And some of the local SCA people have reasons -- actual duties or expectatations laid on them -- to go down to Crown Tourney, which I managd to schedule myself against even though i thought I checked for such things). So instead of about 125, we're someplace between 90-100. Which is good as far as fees go. And those I know of that 90-100 are people I like (Well, duh...).
But I've said several times in the last few days; we *didn't* invite a load of people from church I'd have liked to ask. We had enough invitations to spare to do so, but it seemed kind of an all or nothing prospect; we could either give nobody but the ministers invitations, and emphasize that it was a relatively small mostly-family wedding, or extend our invitations to almost 30 more people than we'd planned for, could afford, or fit. Or we could keep it to a milder number, but end up leaving church people out whom we liked just as well as those we asked, or who had equal right. Or who slipped our mind, or... And some of those left out would be offended, seeing their fellow church folk invited, as they wouldn't be if all were excluded.
Now, of course, we could have room for them in every way, in the pragmatic ways of money and hall space as well as in the other ways, of fellow feeling and fondness. And now it's too late to invite them. It would feel crass, a grudging last minute, "well, okay." Even though they were wanted in the first place.
Of course if that's the worst that goes wrong...
___________________________
Sentences you never expect to have to say in Winnipeg in peace-time:
"The machine-gun nest on the roof across from my work-place..."
The soldiers have been using the arena and environs as a base camp for training exercises in urban warfare, which also meant an increase in police and fire truck presence in the vicinity. (THis has caused the more uniform-fetishy among my co-workers to say some entertaining things, and apparantly caused a jealous spate among same at Colin's workplace).
This has made for an interesting week all around, although, alas, not only is our office window teeny, it faces the wrong way. So we missed the helicoptor landings and the like that the store girls saw.
We did see the hazardous waste vehicle, which did cause some speculation as to how that might affect a *bakery*, more as the arena's right between our current plant and our new plant, so my fellow employees kept passing by that truck...
And I got to see the "Stop-fighting" protestors in mid-action on my route home*. I was glad to see there weren't that many. I'm not sympathetic. It's one thing to hope we never get involved in any war we don't have to be involved in (Huzzah!). It's another to demand that not only should soldiers not fight, but that they shouldn't do the training necessary to teach them how to fight well.
Of course, I could be wrong and the exercise, with all its time, expense, planning, and inconvenience to all involved, was done entirely for a lark because the boys were bored and their admin wanted them out of the house...
* "Those aren’t peace advocates, they're ‘stop fighting’ advocates. Peace is an active and complex thing and sometimes fighting is part of what it takes to get it.”
papersky
