!LSE

Tigerbright's writeup of the party I missed last night makes me feel a little regretful about not attending. Someday I will learn not to auto-ignore party invitations that come over the List That Shall Not Be Named, a stance I took when I first moved here and knew nobody (except for cthulhia, who suggested I join that list). I still know only the barest fraction of that crowd, but maybe enough to make some of these invites interesting, if I ever took to time to read them.

One good thing I got from the party anyway was queue's phoning me from on-site to tell me that my powers were needed! While he was probably just searching for clever phrasing and the party went along fine without my powers, the suggestion that I had relevant powers at all served as some nice egoboo. Alas, by that time I was at the T station to attend the Perl Poker nite, and actually, I stand my by decision to go to that thing. Someday, after all, I will probably want a job again, and seeing as how all the jobs I have ever gotten came as a result of knowing people, grabbing a multi-headed shmoozing op can only help shore things up for my future self.

Or Else They've Won

You know what's a good thing to come about in the wake of 9-11?

Lemon-flavored diet cola. That's what.

I think I'll have another.