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[xinjinmeng]

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Whirlwind of activity this weekend.

First, sponsors!  Yes, the dreadful process of wooing patrons of the arts to donate time and resources.  This outing was simply dreadful.  Despite fine weather over the Risorgimento and a fine choir of castrati for entertainment, attendance was abysmal.  We only attracted dilletantes and gadflies.  As I retired to rub the soreness in my cheeks from wearing a Cheshire smile all morn and noon, I gradually assuaged my ego with the reality that a zarzeula revival is not forthcoming.  Could it be that the great and terrible Xin Jin Meng is not the draw she had considered herself to be?  After libations and tribadations, I finally managed to repair my ego, reminding myself there are no small parts, only small performers.  Perhaps I will perform the Mikado after all.  How far we have fallen!

Second, Dr. Y___'s party, which had more of kara-oke.  I was wise enough not to make any wagers involving billards, especially when playing with scientists capable of executing equations of 15-dimensional geometry in their heads.  Recognized almost no one and no one recognized me; after my earlier spectacle, anonymity was sweet relief. Irradiated goldschlager was served, but I am not clear why -- I could not find anyone with similar appetites in attendance, and I suspect the hairless androgyne had a rather severe tumor fetish.  Went home alone and felt more tired than excited, a somewhat nice feeling.

Third, Uberweltausstellung, which I had been waffling about for some time. F___ had been pressing me for attendance, as well as a few others whose names I can't clearly recall.  I deigned to descend from my aleph.  For only one day, it was somewhat impressive, but I noticed a lack of art and a focus more on practicality and measured risks.  Saw F___ all too briefly, but I was feeling more the flibbertigibbet than the fornicatress, still reeling from earlier episodes.  I hope I did not offend him.

Fourth, physical therapy and vocal training with the ghost of Caruso.  Was too restrained and timid for either his or my liking. 

Fifth, was feeling cranky from lack of sleep, yet too cranky to actually sleep, if that should make sense.  I dragged my tail through the streets of Layleaux.  Each establishment I pulled myself into left me more irritated than the previous.  No sense of rhetoric, of dress, or even the basics of decorum.  I spent several hours in a charity hospital, conversing with a zealot about her duties of her order, attempting to surpress my feelings of disassocation.  If I had been wise, I would have retired for the evening, but instead was determined to touch the stone.  Finally made the acquaintance of G___, with whom I had corresponded, though I suppose being in full array in tooth and claw, I made a terrible first impression.  I suppose that is one way to feel alive -- to wound and to be wounded.  After some awkwardness, we went our separate ways.

Finally: in a misguided attempt at release and relaxation, executed an unfamiliar position without a proper warm-up.  Am still experiencing persistent pain in the base of the neck and in mid-tail.  

In short, more activity in two days than in the last two months. 

Comments

[garudina.livejournal.com]

Needn't blot out my name, dear. Especially if that's what you're going to say happened between us.

I was tired, moreso than I was letting on. The first impression was made before we actually met, and it was on that basis that I decided to do what I did at first. The exhaustion made sure that the brief upset of my balance was enough to send me home to sleep. I am sure in the future we can work things out.

What DO you eat, anyway?

[xinjinmeng.livejournal.com]

Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat
the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. (http://www-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/hamlet/hamlet.3.2.html)

[frostbytepb.livejournal.com]

What my beloved is trying to say, in her usual poetic and allusory manner, is that she does not eat anything, subsisting on ethereal substances.

[garudina.livejournal.com]

I can read.

[phorm-vixen.livejournal.com]

I have no intention of being presumptuous, but given the atmosphere of your usual home I can only imagine Layleaux providing you with boredom and frustration. I will quite readily agree that to most, manners are in short supply, not to mention the concepts of subtly and – heaven forbid – respect. Though selfishly, I must say that not everyone there is outright rude, at least not in my opinion.

Forgive me for blundering into your journal space in such an obtuse manner. Would that I could make comment of your most interesting activities - but I do have a quandary for you, if you will suffer my curiosity: Within your entries, you periodically list the names of compounds and complexes that my MSDS tells me are quite nasty. Might I inquire as to what profit you gain from them?

[phorm-vixen.livejournal.com]

Oh, pardon the addition, but I feel I should clarify my words on Layleaux, lest I find my foot in my mouth: I have met wondrous, polite, and delightful individuals there - and I hold them close. They by no means represent the majority, though.

[xinjinmeng.livejournal.com]

"Profit": whan an intriguing euphemism! The profit varies upon the substance and its properties. Transuranics are not unlike laudanum; transactinides are far more stimulating. Fluorocarbons can cause dizzying euphoria. Thallium salts should be restricted to small doses. In general, the more toxic to a carbon chordate, the more profit I derive. I suspect this design amused one or more of my parents. Suffice to say, I strive for epicureanism in my appetites, but I am not always successful.

And thank you again for your consideration. Perhaps if you don't consider me over-reaching, you might elucidate on your current condition, for my benefit.

[phorm-vixen.livejournal.com]

Ah, quite fascinating! Forgive my inquisitiveness, but as one who works with some of these substances on a regular basis, I find it quite captivating that they would provide such advantage to another. Admittedly I never work with transuranics very often. However, I do wonder if duterated substances possess a different flavor or effect than their isotopic brethren? Would purely organic, notably 'toxic' compounds have similar properties? Say for example, trifluorosulfonic acid – or even brevetoxin B? But I digress, as I am prattling at this point.

It is my pleasure to provide (and I thank you for allowing me to clutter your space) with such consideration. I would be more than happy to elaborate upon my own condition for you at any time, though I wonder if there is a specific aspect of my condition you are curious to know? Forgive my confusion on the matter, but I wish to avoid providing you pointless, uninteresting details.