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Thoughts of a Professional Slacker
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| Ok, not necessarily better, but at least more...
Everybody Wants To Rule The World -- Tears for Fears
Between the Wheels -- Rush
Fire On High -- Electric Light Orchestra
Walk This Way -- Aerosmith
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer - George Thorogood and The Destroyers (Or John Lee Hooker, if you prefer)
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood -- The Animals | comments: Leave a comment   |
| Embarassing Admissions Made: 1
Gifts Received: Multiple
Gifts Very Much Wish To Return: 1
Number of Conspirators to Engage in Revenge Against Sarafina: 1
Number of Additional Conspirators Likely to Be Included: At least two
Coats Stolen: Zero
Coats that Need to Be Stolen: 1 (possibly two, if lawyer needs to be bribed)
Revenge is like an onion. It comes in layers. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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Knights of Cydonia -- Muse
Dreamline -- Rush
Terrible Lie -- Nine Inch Nails
Tank! -- Cowboy Bebop Soundrack (Yoko Kanno and Seatbelts)
Fall Down -- Toad the Wet Sprocket
In the Great Unknown -- Mary Fahl
(edit, adding one more)
Woodburning -- Toad the Wet Sprocket (probably more appropriate than Fall Down)
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| No videos, I'm lazy. But you already knew that.
Too Much Time on My Hands -- Styx
Parents Just Don't Understand -- DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Time -- Pink Floyd
Holiday -- Green Day
More will be added later, probably.
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| Dearest Mother,
Am having a troubling unexpected fine time in Amber exploring my Rebman heritage. My introduction to the Ambassador went horribly and inconceivably wrong as badly as you could possibly imagine swimmingly well, but for the fact that you slept with his sister's husband you never mentioned Phaedrus wasn't fully Rebman he was quite busy that day.
I met my grandmother on that side of the family. She's frightening woman who carries a sabre in polite company intimidating when she inspects you like you're cattle, to verify that I was really her grandson a charming woman of the Royal line of Amber, who offered to help me adjust to life here. Quite considerate of her, given that I've never actually met her son.
I've met a few people here, and I'm beginning to settle in. Had dinner with Rose, it turns out she's getting married. I do wonder how that'll go over back home. Also learning about Rebman art styles. I really should visit Rebma itself, so I can see the gorgeous topless women art in person.
Love,
Ciaran | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Because some introductions are more awkward than others.
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| Just remember, the title, and the fact that it involves Heulwen, should tell you if you really want to read on.
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| Perilously close to work. Ludicrously heavy statue, blocking top of stairs. Risking seriously stubbing toe in middle of night (not to mention other parts of self, as statue was life sized) when returning from scotch raids in the parlour. Moving obviously menacing object clearly right course of action, even if it actually required effort.
Well, perhaps there is upside. May not be seen as slacker for at least a day after pitching in with moving said bronze crated monstrosity. Also, no damage to floors. Also, Heulwen stronger than she looks. Kindof feel sorry for pirates. Bet she thumped them good. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
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Note to self. Ambassador has chops when it comes to verbal fencing. Helpful that he negotiates from position of strength where I'm concerned. Unfortunate that he has position of strength where I'm concerned. Veiled blackmail threats in civilized conversation. Reminds me of home.
At least I get an expense account. Suppose things could be worse.
But I will win round two. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Still wrapping head around following scenario:
Llewella (sister to Queen Moire, Princess in Amber - I looked it up) decides that perfectly nice woman at Embassy needs to wear burlap sack masquerading as dress. Strikes me as wrong on three levels - one, burlap must have serious chafe issues. Rebmans not so used to tight fitting clothing, must make that doubly evil. Two, why should Llewella care and be able to make that stick? Three, why does nobody else around here think this is in any way untoward?
All this, supposedly so she won't flirt with Llewella's son. Rebman sons should be made of sterner stuff! They don't need motherly apron strings strangling them and listing who they can and can't flirt with. In Montevalno, this would be met with quiet words and if necessary, quieter knives.
Should talk to Dylan, bring out proper moral outrage against this. Maybe suggest he express a fond fascination for burlap. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| It turns out that there's an awful lot of important details to know about Rebma that don't show up in any of the normal tourist guides that pass for quality academic study of Rebma, in the Montevalno libraries. Aside from their keen fashion sense (that gets an awful lot of play, not that I'd object to it if I actually visited the place), there's not a whole lot of substance. It's underwater, and the people can breathe there just fine, including the visitors.
Epic failure to take note that the Rebmans can breathe underwater outside of Rebma. Shoddy academic investigation. Must write to Collegium to express proper moral outrage of poor rigor.
Also note that Rebman baths are composed of large water-filled cavern, where deep end has nowhere to come up for air. Found out this little detail before I ever went down there. Important, given that unlike rest of Rebmans, cannot breathe water. Yet another thing to blame Dad for, if I ever meet him. Still not quite worth finding him, just to berate him for the no-water-breathing thing, only mildly tempting.
I put the over-under on everyone in Embassy snickering at me behind my back over whole not-water-breathing thing, at two weeks. Depends on whether Mostyn is gossip hound or not. Hoping for not, but figure I'm not that lucky. Almost a pity won't see Servalle's face when he finds out. Imagining steam pouring from ears. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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Disembarked from the ship. No problems there. Found the Rebman Embassy. No problems there. Made mistake of mentioning name of miscreant father to Rebman Ambassador (like I had a choice, when I was asking for sanctuary there. Longer story, may write about that later).
Script for bad entry into Amber. Finding miscreant father is married to Ambassador's sister. Ambassador's sister is not Mom. Oops.
Worse script for entry into Amber. Finding miscreant father is son of Princess of Amber, with a penchant for carrying around a saber in polite company. At home, more than a well hidden knife is considered gauche. Must acclimate to Amberite fashion morays quickly, or suffer dire consequences.
Worst script for entry into Amber. Said Princess of Amber gets you by the chin to make sureyour blood runs truly through her son, after Ambassador can't resist sending word to the Palace that you're here.
Perhaps tomorrow will be less unsettling day. One hopes. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| My name is Ciaran. And I'm a slacker. Don't try this at home. I am a professional.
Of course, I don't call myself a slacker to the rest of the world. Nobody really likes a slacker. To them, I'm... no, work-challenged isn't quite right. Job avoiding isn't quite right either. Let's just say I'm obsessed about avoiding being productive. I suppose if I put my considerable skills to work with as much effort to do work, as to avoid it, I might be good at it. But really, where would the fun be in that? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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