Last weekend D and I headed out to iGrrrl's gig. It's been far too long since we've seen them play. The venue was nice enough -- the food was excellent -- but, D and I decided, they have an extra wall in the middle of the place that really shouldn't be there.
We'd have liked to have stayed longer, but D had gotten up at 5:00 that morning to participate in the 10th Anniversary Great Portage. What is the Great Portage? It is an event, organized by one of D's oldest friends, in which several able-bodied but possibly feeble-minded people carry an aluminum canoe up Mt. Monadnock. Anyway, D had missed out on the previous portages, so was determined to make this one. The park ranger saw them at one point, recognized our friend, and stopped the group. They thought they were going to be yelled at for dragging a canoe around, but instead the ranger pulled out the official guide to Mt. Monadnock and showed them a photo from a previous portage that made it into the book. Apparently the ranger's been trying to find our friend ever since to show him the picture.
Also, at the gig, we got to see toxicfur's latest softball injuries. Anyway: next time, totally going to stay later.
SO, WHERE'S THE WFC voting story? I should talk, since how much do I suck for not having posted anything about the WFC Book in a long time? I suck a lot, is how much. I actually don't have a whole lot left to do, is the stupid part. Sometimes gainful employment is so inconvenient.
I'm going to post the layout for this sucker by the end of the month, or die trying.
IN OTHER WRITING-RELATED NEWS, I used the word leverage as a verb the other day. It was in this sort of overview-y section of something I was writing at work, and it just sort of slipped out through my fingertips. I finished the paragraph, and looked at it. At first I was slightly proud of how it seemed to flow. Then (an uncomfortably long time later), I came to my senses as that phrase was tumbling around in my head and I thought, Look at yourself! You just used leverage as a verb!
And then it became like one of those awful arguments you can find yourself in, where something horribly hurtful comes out of your mouth before you can think, and it can never be unsaid. Oh, the word can be un-typed, replaced with something else and no one would be the wiser, but I would know. I have let myself down and I can't hide the fact from my own disapproving self that I wrote it, and was even a little pleased with it for a while -- no more than I can hide my disappointment in my over-eager, gee-whiz-they're-paying-me-to-write-this-stuff self.
Maybe I just need to schedule some time to do an editorial review of my doc and gently suggest to myself that I find another way to phrase that. That would probably be the most diplomatic way to handle the situation.
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