another batch of fun Fledermaus factoids...

...I have a 5-leaf clover on my keychain, as well as a little dogtag with a pictoral map of our solar system in case I get abducted by aliens and need a lift home. (it's not very specific--with my luck I'd get dropped in Argentina somewhere...:)

...I used to be in the Society of the Creative Anachronism, (a midieval reenactment society) and gained an Award of Arms and an Award of the Maple Leaf for my work teaching in the local Ministry of Arts and Science. (Again, see the "that and 5 bucks will get me an overpricd mocha" bit in the lat list." But it also means I can whack someone with a short sword pretty good!! (and poke them with a fencing epee' too!!)

...I'm an anime' fiend.

...I will gleefully dance to the right music until I almost pass out. (Wheeeee!!)

...I was bullied mercilessly as a child by schoolmates. (I fixed some of that by dumping soap in one bully's eyes and by lunging straight up at another, grabbing him by the throat, and hanging there until his friends pulled me off. No mean feat, as I was 4 foot 10 and he was nearly 6 feet tall. I don't recommend the latter as a solution to bullying...)

...In high school my hockey-coach history teacher would salt the area around my desk with hockey
players so they could look at my papers and crib the answers. I would make up wrong answers, made sure they were copying them, and when they were so engrossed I switched the answers on my paper to the right ones. Within a week they all had different seats...(YES I was an EVIL little girl.)

...On occasion the Montana twang I picked up comes out. Otherwise I have the Midwest TV-Annoucer accent...some say the Non-accent. (Kev says I sound like Story Lady. He's right.)

..."Battlefield Earth" started a running joke with a friend and I. Remember the clips withthe igantic copieces that look like John Travolta stuffed a cantalope in there? Well, My friend and I grin whenever Battlefield Earth is mentioned and say, "Codpiece face!!!" "What did you say?!?" "I said, Codpiece face!!" "What did you say?!?" "I said, Codpiece face!!" Until we get the giggles or someone tells us to shut up. (We stole it from "The Young Ones")

...That "codpiece face" reference has got to be the lamest thing I've ever written on Livejournal...:)

...Okay, I'm done. Really I am...No, I mean it...quit snickering, you guys!!!I can hear you, you know, you're not fooling anybody!!!!! Fine, be that way.....

Ms Fledermaus, wasting more of your precious time.

An odd phonecall late at night...

Last night when I checked my messages (which I don't do nearly as often as I should) there was a message left over from tuesday night, when I went out with Brian for a late dinner at the King and I.
It was very broken up, and you could tell it was from the phone in the front door where you call the person you're visiting to buzz you in. It sounded a bit like Brian--it was a very angry voice, saying "Michelle, I (garble garble) got committed--isn't that GREAT?!?!?!(In a frustrated angry shriek.) then, quieter: "Oh fuck" and then the message ran on for a few minutes with background noise and quiet swearing.
But it wasn't Bri, because at the time of the call (11:30 at night) We were still at dinner, hanging out with Shaun the International Wanderer.
I think it may have been Eric, a friend of mine I lost touch with. He has a deepish voice not unlike his.
Eric was someone who used to work with me...the best violist I've ever heard. I have yet to see an instrument he couldn't play, and gave me an accordion lesson. (My first and to date only, as anyone can see:) He's been manic-depressive for a longish time,and in the past year he's gotten much worse. I'd go to the local coffeeshop and find him crying his eyes out and vomiting on the floor in exhaustion. (One time was so bad I called 911) He lost his job due to his increasingly bad condition, and every time I'd see him on the street, tears would come into his eyes because I reminded him of the job he couldn't keep.
Thing is, I'm a bit worried. Because I'm Pagan, Eric started to think somehow I had the fix for his illness, that I could magic it out of him somehow.
The time I called 911, he wanted me to do an exorcism of his apartment space. (I could have smudged it, but I mentioned that it might not help the way he wanted it to.) I've lost touch even though he lives down the street from me due to my being busy and his lack of a phone. Also, frankly, I'd been having trouble dealing with Eric's illness, because I want to help him but I can't give him the kind of help he asks for. It's just too big a thing.
So the call bothers me--maybe being committed would help, but often it's just a terrible experience--I've known people that tried it, and it worsened their conditions. And Eric (If that's who it was) must have been pretty desparate and possibly deranged to call me at 11:30 at night.
This sounds slimy of me, but I was grateful I wasn't home...

Ms Fledermaus, knowing this is a longish post...

Pains in the feeties...

I've been running around like crazy!!! Must...rest..feet...
Must ...sit...and...do...nothing...

Ms Eff...:)

I have an apple...

And a break. Finally. I love Fridays, but I hate them, too. My feet are very sore and grumbling that it doesn't care if I need to do errands, it wants a soak in baking soda and a rest OUT of shoes pronto!!!

Soon, feets, soon. And I will distract my self in the meantime with this very sweet apple.

Ms Fledermmafff*munch munch munch munch*