Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

The Homespun Ceilidh Band is performing at the Greenbelt Arts Center tonight at 20:00. I don't think I'd remembered to post a link to the GAC site before now, so if you're looking for directions and such ...

I'm home. Perrine is not. I took her to anniemal's on Thursday, but I came home to finish getting ready for the concert and because it'll be less stress to drive to Greenbelt from here. It felt odd opening the front door and not having her grey-and-black fuzzy face greeting me. I'll head back to Virginia after the party I'm going to after the concert. When I left there, Perrine was still mad at me for stuffing her in the cat carrier and subjecting her to a car ride, but she was starting to get tired of snubbing me.

I tried that Friends Overlap tool. The top three names on the list each have nearly a quarter of my friends list in common with me. A fair number of the people on my friends list have roughly ten percent overlap. It's interesting to note how many of my friends have four or fewer friends in common with me. Then again, if I got around to adding the folks I read by way of the friends page of one of the communities I'm on, the results would probably look noticeably different in the middle of the list (but about the same on the bottom). I wonder how many other people in that community do th same thing -- track a bunch of people on that friends page instead of their own.

My brain is going in three or four different directions at once, none of them quite quickly enough for something to come out quite ready to write down, so I should probably crash. Earlier I spent a little while contemplating some of the things that often go wrong (or of not wrong, perhaps just "a little weaker than they could have been" writing-wise) in a particular subgenre of erotic fiction. At another point I had tune I'll be playing tonight is looping through my brain (a good sign, really). There was a slippery phantom of an idea regarding a tool I want to find or create, playing tag with my consciousness. Yes, it's indeed time for sleepitude.

The house feels very different without Perrine here. An alien feeling. Until she showed up, it was normal; now it seems wrong. I find myself thinking, "I was used to this before? How?" (But really, "the cat is absent" and "there is no cat yet" are probably different enough states-of-house (okay, okay, states-of-me, but look, phenomenologically I'm experiencing it as state-of-house, so there) that I could say I wasn't used to this before. I was used to something else that superficially resembles this. Either that or I'm even more sleepy than I thought and I stopped making sense three paragraphs ago. I'm not taking bets.)

"When you plant a fertile meme in my mind you literally parasitize my brain, turning it into a vehicle for the meme's propagation in just the way that a virus may parasitize the genetic mechanism of a host cell." -- Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene

Happy Cheese Weasel Day, everyone!