No thesis

In the absence of fascination, I'll substitute this picture of the mural I was working on, i.e., finished--I don't know why I'm having a mental block on realizing it's finished. Maybe because I finish one-eighth of all projects I start, so the reality doesn't percolate all the way through my filter.

Yee. Haw.

In other news, I have a great new name, given to me by Tense Consultant Man, whom I was attempting to help with his presentation this morning. He was having trouble getting the projector to connect to his laptop, and kept striking dramatic poses of tension and saying, "I'm really flying blind, here..." and looking at me like I held the magic wand of computerness and could fix the problem. (Which, as it turned out, I actually did, but it was more of a fluke than any specific knowledge on my part.)

So, the fact that I "enabled" his presentation really shook up his soda, and he abandoned his tense face for one of completely unconvincing nice-guyness, and said, "Thanks for all your help, Tapestry."

Yo. That's MISS Tapestry to you, Tension Man. He apologized, and said "I'm terrible with names," as if that was somehow not obvious to me, la Nouvelle Tapestry. I'm not so hot with names myself, but I usually err on the side of simplicity. "Steve" is a good catch-all, or maybe, "Susan," if it's a girl. If you don't know someone's name, maybe shy away from the fabric aisle.

I don't know if I can swing it--it's quite a departure, but maybe it can become my new fake phone name, like when I have to call and get directions to the hardware store, or whatever. I'll try it out. Tapestry. Tapestry. I don't know.



Star of the day. . .Scarlet, whose birthday is tomorrow
posted @ 12:35 p.m. on September 23, 2005 before | after

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She lay awake all night,

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