Mortaine’s Blog

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We’re going to see Wayne Brady in Las Vegas this Saturday night!!!!

Last night, I dreamed that I was both Harry Potter and Frodo Baggins.

Yep.

Like, at one point I was Harry Potter talking to Professor Snape and apologizing to him for being a jerk in The Order of the Phoenix (the previous academic year), and asking him– begging him for help, because without his help, I (Harry) was going to die. I remember I was wearing kind of Renaissance garb; not the Hogwart’s robes at all. And we were going on some journey that was going to kill me if he didn’t help somehow.

Later, I was Frodo, being swept down a fast-moving river with my companions, and endind up at some cottage near the river. We went inside, and everyone had some kind of meeting. But the hobbits weren’t invited, so I went down to the water and got the One Ring back out from where it had fallen next to the dock (and yes, it was MINE). Also, there was a ring there that Eowyn had dropped– it was so tiny! It was mostly smoothed by the water, and gold, with a kind of “bump” of a design in the front– I think it was a claddagh ring. It had an inscription of her name and someone else’s inside of it, but I couldn’t read it very well, so I don’t know if it was Aragorn or Faramir or Snape…. I did return it to her, though (and she was elven; I think she was both Eowyn and Arwen at the same time, but I’m not sure).

We (the hobbits) went into the mess hall, all hungry. And I was about to put the Ring on (I no longer had the chain– and thought I should get the chain from Frodo soon, so I could wear it safely….) when I saw a Nazgul. Mind, everyone else– all the tallfolks, all the grown-ups, all the Powerful Wizards were inside the meeting, away from us. The Nazgul sort of saw me, but I held very still. And then the Nazgul did what those nasty things should have done all along– it summoned forth legions of undead to swarm the mess hall where we hobbits were lunching, and take the Ring by force!

I think I shouted a warning to everyone, that “It’s going to get awfully dark around here” just as the hordes of zombies broke through the door. I know I jumped up to the rafters, but the Nazgul just started flying up towards me, carrying a fellow hobbit (Sam, I think?) with him. He clawed at me while I dropped back down to the floor. Meanwhile, I had tossed the Ring into my pocket (what has it gots in its pocketsss?), which wasn’t zippered shut, even though it had a zipper. So I kept grabbing hold of it with my left hand, and I just knew they must all be able to tell where I was keeping it.

I woke up shortly after that, with the distinct sense that I had been both Harry Potter and Frodo Baggins in one evening.

Went out to mail an eBay box and grab lunch to go.

Came back with my veggie-burrito-in-a-bag. Walked to my desk. Fire alarms went off. In the 18+ months that I’ve been working here, the fire alarms have never gone off. We have never had a drill. We don’t have fire drills here. What’s more, it’s cubical-land– you better know your way around in a fire, or you could be toast.

Anyway, I turn around, walk over to the coffe stand, grab two paper towels (since I was now going to be eating lunch outside), and take my lunch and paper towels out the front door.

Passing the President of the company, who was sitting in some meeting and who didn’t even bother to get up.

I’m glad to know that, if there were a real fire emergency, he’d be leading us all to safety and ensuring the future direction of the company.

Maybe it was a “go down with the ship” gesture?

But really, it just looked like he didn’t believe the building was on fire.

It wasn’t, but that’s totally immaterial. There’s no way to know, in a building of this size, that it’s a false alarm. It’s just too big. By the time you find out, it could be too late.

30 seconds, folks. That’s how long a person has in the average house fire. Remember that. If the fire alarm goes off, get yourself out of the building in 30 seconds or less EVEN IF IT’S A DRILL OR FALSE ALARM!!!

OK, enough of the PSA. I swear, one of my pet peeves is people doing things that are patently dangerous or who ignore the safety procedures around them.

I should have been a safety inspector.

The Clie MP3 Adapter sold for $56. I’m a little bummed– on Friday, one sold for $66, which I feel was low, but ok.

For reference, I bought this thing new in October for $130. I’m basically losing $80 on it. Meh. Oh, well. At least I have some sales on half.com this weeked to help make it up.

$150 - g.c. from Circuit City
  75 - g.c.from Mom
  25 - g.c. from Faith
  25 - gift from Renee
  72 - eBay PC games
  56 - eBay MP3 sale
   5 - December half.com sales
  35 - January half.com sales (so far, but $10 goes to John)
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$443