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Abort! About! Abut! Abet!I am pondering naming my car Artemis. It's classical, it's attractive, I like it. Only problem is it really doesn't refer to any actual traits of the car. The car... doesn't have many personality traits that I've been able to tell. Maybe I need to name it first. Maybe it just is a sterile void, and I need to treat it as such, and call it something to reflect that. Maybe I will have to use it as a pedestal to display my personality traits upon. The bumper stickers are a good start there.I just came back from lunch with two people from Hall Kinion, both of whom I've dealt with before, Ashley and Yvette. Several ponderings on that. It's not until I have to deal with Normal People that I realize how abnormal I actually am. I mean, they're both normal. Absolutely, appallingly normal. Yvette is normal in that Cynical Genericorp Retired Cheerleader sort of way. Ashley is normal in that Bright Bubbly Current Cheerleader sort of way. And the both of them have normal lives, and the both of them have normal worries, and the both of them act in normal ways, and the longer the lunch went on the more I realized that this is not me. This can never be me. No matter what I do, I will never go in this direction. I might be able to construct a pale facade, by cutting off pieces of my soul and putting them in a jar in the basement, but even then, I would explode in alternate directions. And I am happy so. They did admire the cane. Yvette in the Cynical Genericorp sort of dubious way, and Ashley in the Bright Bubbly sort of cheerful and positive sort of way. I think I threw them off balance. I did get a decent sandwich out of the deal. And I confused them with my future plans. We'll see what develops. They were trying to get me to sign on with Hall Kinion no matter where I go or what I do next. I didn't commit to anything. I mentioned New Zealand. They told me they have offices in Australia. Cthulhu loves me. He told me so.
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