29 April 2002

Well. I had this nice journal entry almost completely written, telling you about the stupid guy at the shop where my car is, and how he was going to let me drive it around over the weekend despite the fact that it's at risk for catching on fire, and how my stupid insurance company told them to put a rebuilt compressor into the car last year, and as a result I'm having to pay for labor now to replace it...

I was just getting into the air compressor when the lights in my office flickered and went off. Bzzt. No power. It was dark for about fifteen seconds, and then the lights came back on.

Of course I hadn't saved it. If I'd saved it, you'd be reading about my car, not the power outage.

I really don't want to type it all in again. It was twenty minutes' worth of typing, and I've just summed it up for you in one paragraph. If you close your eyes and concentrate, I'm sure you can imagine my pithy commentary and the dry wit directed at the evolutionary throwback who offered to let me take my car home despite the fire hazard.


The voices in my head...I'm not sure I can believe we're doing this... But at least I'm not alone in my strange obsession this time.

Wait, let me start at the beginning.

K.T. had a dream last week about Kevil and Loria and another one of her characters. It was a pretty explicitly erotic dream, and it made for an interesting mental image when she told me about it. Still, I told her, the other character really didn't belong in the picture, if for no other reason than he really wasn't the sort of person that either Kevil or Loria would be particularly attracted to.

"Maybe," I told her, "he's a placeholder for someone they'll meet later."

(One more bit of background, for those of you who are reading this even though you're not Hallers: Kevil comes from a society where multiple marriages are not only acceptable but very common.)

So maybe it's all my fault that the next night, K.T. dreamed again - a continuation of the previous dream, but the unsuitable character had been replaced with someone altogether new. By the time she got around to telling me about it the next day, he'd gathered together all his baggage and moved into her head.

Kevil, living in the front of my head lately, was intrigued. "Is he just a lover, or are we actually marrying him?" he wanted to know.

They're going to marry him, eventually, it turns out. K.T. and I poked at the timeline for a while and worked out the scheduling details. It gets worse from there, though. Certain complications are going to arise at some point - and so we had this not-really-a-session session where the three of them had an argument about it. And later there was another not-really-a-session session that was much happier.

In fact, there have been quite a few not-really-a-session sessions with the three of them, this weekend. And K.T. made up a character page for him, and found a picture online, which I doctored to match his description. And some story writing. (K.T.'s dream continued for a third night, though the third night was more suspenseful than erotic. She's writing it up and posting it. (But do please recall the first two sections are erotic and bisexual in nature, so if that kind of thing bothers you, you want to skip to the last section, or else skip it altogether.) The stuff I've written will probably get posted eventually.

But I really can't believe we're spending this much time and effort on a character who won't even be introduced for at least a month...

Well, okay, maybe I can.

--Liz

Word of the Day:
groundling (n) -
1 a: a spectator who stood in the pit of an Elizabethan theater; b: a person of unsophisticated taste
2: one that lives or works on or near the ground
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