Talk about an exercise in title misdirection ;)

No, this log entry has very little to do with a little black dress, other than the minor note that I'm wearing one at the moment, but alas and again, not the focus of this article... or maybe, in a sense, it is.

Stepping out of the literal, the little black dress could also be a metaphor for comfort, for style, for things that fit that make us stunning, or things that fit, to use another metaphor, like a glove. And I think that's what this particular article is about, things that fit.

In the last few weeks I've cherished the time alone I've been able to get. Just to be and to relax, to let my mind meander and gel into whatever patterns might arise. I like to be the center of attention (as my fictional counterpart will attest) but, like my fictional counterpart, for every bit of on stage time, I need almost twice the off-stage time to recuperate.

I think alot of us are not too unlike that. We need time to kick back and reflect or just to choose to steal time back for ourselves. It lets things happen in the mind. Lets us classify things, set priorities, notice things.

This week was important to me. I was happy to get the news that the Hathor VRR reached its second of four/five way points, and unless I miss my guess, is on to the third waypoint as we speak.

I was layed low by some little witches after work the other day whom, much to my dismay, were only too happy to start singing 'Amazing Gay' as I was leaving the mall. When confronted of course, they ran and I nearly got in trouble by a security guard for confronting them (very non-violently, and at a small distance) because, as the dolt put it, "They're kids, and you know how they are.". I am now reminded that some people, no matter what they're social status, race or location, can still be heartless...and sometimes there's just no recourse. (and I think I'm still a little pissed because I would've liked the opportunity to explain to these 12 year old girls, how something like that can hurt, and how would they have felt if they were trying to go home and had people singing something anti-back or anti-female at them. ...sometimes having logic and reason makes no difference to the low foreheaded humans that seem to proliferate down here... and yes, I realize that I'm classing some folks unfairly too in this comment.)

After that I found that shopping was the only cure though and as I suspected, I was right. So I went to a strip mall, tried on some clothes and began to feel alot better about myself. Not everyone here is an asshole. And some are downright pleasant.

So, at this point, you could say I'm rambling. And I am, I admit it. There's no real focal theme to this rant today, and that's okay. There doesn't always need to be a consistent thread.

Back to the upside though, the mongolian supplies sent to Camp Hathor from Kat-n-Steve have come in very handy in bringing the spirits up and keeping the taste-buds tantalized and the tummy full. I'm nearly out of Szechuan Sauce as a matter of fact, but that's okay, I know the brand and its flavor and can pick up more when I have need. Pizza Hut and they're yummy Pzone was had for Dinner and lunch today and it only woulda been more sweet if I'd had Kat-n-Steve to share it with... Ahhh the good ol' days... (Note to self.. send Kathy Pizza Hut Garlic Bread for Christmas -wink-)

In other news, Matrix Revolutions is coming to theaters in 2 days and I am sooooo there. Amy will be in Lexington visiting with some friends of hers but she's sending us to see MatRev because she's nice like that. Must remember to thank her properly again after ;)

So.. guess that means I should pick up the phone, call Ricky, see how his ankle is after he banged it moving boxes at his and Joanie's place, and see if he can make it.

Okay I think that's it... Got things firmly mucked up, had a point and lost it in the wake of needing to vent. Okay... fine... time to do the end of episode moral so this isn't completely a lost cause.

Find something a person, a situation, a little black dress of your own. Something that fits you like a glove or makes you feel sassy or allows you to express yourself or just decompress. Embrace that. Keep that close to you, and you'll never explode in the absence of explosive ordinance.

And Until Next Time... I remain,

-Lourdes

Addendum: 11.05.03:

Just wanted to take the time to mention an update on those little witches. Today I went to work and stopped off at the place their mother seemed to work. She did, in fact, work there. She's a lovely young woman by the name of Emily. Her daughter Heather and her friend were the one's in question. Anyway, upon finding out of the issue Saturday night, she pried the details out of the girls and they were punished most justly.

She told me that when they got home, she told her husband what had happened and he tore into heather something fierce, and after quite a scolding, in the morning and all the next day, Heather was on punishment. Emily and I both agreed, that in this day and age, this kind of intolerance should not be tolerated (ironic the word choice no? ;)

Emily also assured me that this was not the kind of thing her and her husband were teaching her and that Heather realized the error of her act on her own and it wouldn't be a thing that was repeated. And she also mentioned that she was none too pleased with Heather's friend, and that she was a bit of a bad influence on her own, so that may be something she'd be looking into as well.

So, all said and done, I feel pretty good. Instead of being sick about it any more, I faced the problem head on, and got a resolution I'm happy with. I didn't want to get Heather or her friend into further trouble, just make sure that they were talked to about the unacceptableness of their bad behaviour. And they were and I was even thanked for revealing myself so that a proper resolution could be affected.

In all, I'd say I made a new friend today, and toppled a misconception about some of the folks down here. It seems the people around here seem to be more personable and responsible than I thought. And this is a good thing.

(c 2003, Lourdes C., Recreation Dept., Medical Division, USS Avenger NCC-1860)

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