Freewheeling

[rinue]

hipgunslinger has told me that I sound somber when I'm ailing. He's right, of course. Since my throat hurts, I talk more softly; to compensate, my pitch drops even lower than usual. So that people still take me seriously, you understand. But it gives me the air of a high religious figure. Amusing to watch the reactions of clerks.

When I was driving at dusk, there were blackbirds everywhere. They covered the ground until it looked like roiling ink; they encompassed the winter trees with feathered foliage. Power lines looked thick as my arm, sheathed as they were by bird bodies; clouds of birds that couldn't land for lack of room wheeled back and forth across the intersection.

I keep forgetting to mention that Patrick has gotten a livejournal. thanecawdor. He's using fake names to amuse himself, and because his last journal was hacked by an ex-girlfriend who was trying to kill him. (Patrick somehow manages to attract homicidal maniacs in the same way I accumulate manic-depressive slackers.) So in the profile at least, he'll be using an alternate name. Ten bucks says he discloses the real one within the week.

::checks Patrick's journal:: Yep.

He tried to call me Rinue for a bit, but this made me anxious. Rinue is just code (on a QWERTY keyboard, move your right hand one key to the left, and then type Romie), but it's not a character I've ever identified with. It's a pun, it's a joke, it's not my name. It doesn't resonate. I took him to task, because this is what I do. He is, after all, My Erstwhile Squire Who Is Always Drunk When The Attack Happens And Why Do I Keep Him Around Anyway Because Surely He Is More Of A Danger Than An Asset To My Attempts To Protect The Princess I Serve.

"Sum you up in a word other than Romie?" he said. "Impossible. She Who Cannot Be Named? No; sends the wrong message." He pondered. We went to Waffle House. There was more pondering.

"I think I'll get more hash browns," I said.

"Nimue, then," he replied as though it was a sensible response. "The Lady of the Lake. Defeater of Merlin, adviser to King Arthur, and survivor of the whole debacle."

Smarmy bastard. He'd better come over soon and commiserate with me over my lack of pants, not that he'd understand since he has perfectly serviceable brown corduroys.

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Strangely I do understand.

[thanecawdor.livejournal.com]

The brown corduroys were mail ordered from Land's End, like most of my pants. I,too, have a mutant figure: the kind rumored in anime and in Egyptian glyph. A 28" waist should NOT have a 32" inseam. (Women's dress sizes baffle me, but I must respect them for being the single most innefficient way of identifying someone's figure. That's something to be proud of. I hope the person that invented the system is being torn to shreds by rogue costumers while he/she is staying in Hell.) The only things which seem to pretend to fit me are drawstring sweatpants and, for some odd reason, everything at Wal-mart.

I'm glad you like your name. You know I like pseudonymns...pseudonihms...fake names because they make me feel like a secret agent, much more than out of any paranoia of the various homicidal stalkers I've collected over the years. (The count is currently at 2.5.) They just make a good excuse.

Another tidbit to note. Evan is even cooler than we imagined. In his living room he has a very familiar looking picture. It is much like the one in your bedroom, except mostly in yellow. A Mr. Lawson (I can't remember the name?) at North Texas made it for him. Using, I believe, the same person as the model. He just keeps getting cooler. He also makes for one bad-ass Judas.

[phatgirlfics.livejournal.com]

"It's the *right* hand one key to the left," she discovered, after trying to type 'Rinue' for several minutes.

She also realised that she cannot touch-type properly. "All that time in typing class in Grade 9, gone to hell."

Re: Strangely I do understand.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Jens Larsen, my friend from Arts Magnet! Goddamnit Evan's cool! Damn Val for calling him first!

-Romie

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Ahem. Yes. Sorry about that. Was ill and tired, and will pretend I did it deliberately as a sort of encoded "oh, well I was talking about the hand that's on my right if you're facing me." Dreadfully embarrased.

-Romie

ps when's the next tower wif a view update?

[orangekoi.livejournal.com]

That's so cool. No fair. It doesn't work with my name.

"Abdrea." Bah. It's all left-handed.

Reversing it, though, I get "Snftrs," which I kind of like. I think I'll name my next dog Snftrs. I'll pronounce it "Broccoli."