A work of fiction: PEOPLE AS PLACES AS PEOPLE

(I actually wrote this while bored at work some time in 2007, but I'm posting it now because I figure it's still relevant.)

This is a story of two sisters. The eldest was named Leander, the younger Cedar Park. Retarded names, but whatever, the two sisters were really close to one another. At the beginning, neither were that popular, though Leander out-shone Cedar Park exponentially. If someone were to refer to Cedar Park, they had to add "Leander's litter sister" at the end, otherwise no one would understand who they were talking about.

The future didn't look that bright for Cedar Park. Her grades in her classes were never that good, especially compared to Leander's. She also had less friends than Leander. But this didn't seem to bother her at all. She just went on her merry way, proud to be Leander's younger sister.

Some years ago, things unexpectedly began to change. Suddenly, Cedar Park was the popular sister. "Leander," people would ask, "Who's that?"

"Cedar Park's older sister."

"Oh... She has a sister?"

Cedar Park enjoyed the popularity. Maybe a little too much, because she began to let it go to her head. She began to brag and boast about how special she was, how everyone now wanted to be close to her (this included CapMetro, who she dumped years ago, but who recently began hanging around her again), how everything she did and owned was better than that of anyone else.

Leander was bothered by all of this. Why had she been forgotten? What was so fucking special about Cedar Park, anyway? Especially with this attitude, why were people still flocking to her? It saddened Leander that she and Cedar Park were no longer as close as they used to be. It was like they were no longer sisters, but rivals.

Leander tried her hardest not to let her disappointment show. "If I just hang in there," she told herself, "everything will straighten out. Cedar Park's boisterous attitude will backfire on her, and surely someday people will pay attention to me again."

"Someday."

Bands/artists that I have complete discographies for

I'm a completest. For the sake of this list, "complete discography" means all officially released studio albums... But for many (most) of these artists, I have even more than that.

The Action Is/hotwheels jr.
Beirut
Belaire
The Boy Least Likely To
David Byrne
Dewato
The Duckhills
Franz Ferdinand
Ghostland Observatory
Gorillaz
The Handsome Charlies
Household Names
Kissinger
Ben Kweller
Led Zeppelin
ok city ok
Pink Floyd
The Real Heroes
The Shins
Spoon/Drake Tungsten/Britt Daniel
Stone Temple Pilots
Talking Heads
Toadies
John Vanderslice/mk Ultra
Voxtrot
Zero 7

Uhhh... I'm probably leaving some off.

I've pretty much given up on getting all of Brian Eno's stuff. He has too much, and a lot of it is out of print.... But I do have a very sizable chunk of his stuff.

Don't ask me why I do it, because I don't know. I'm pretty sure this is a sign of something bad.

A work of fiction: WEDNESDAY MORNING

It was a colder than usual morning. And it was raining. Heath arrived to work before 8:00 am, as he usually did. He often wonder just why he does this; he could just as easily get an extra hour or so of sleep in and come in a bit later. But, no, Heath felt the need to be one of the first people to work.

Unfortunately, Erik was also always one of the first people to work and Erik loved to bother Heath. Every morning, Erik would walk into Heath's room and tell him some stupid story which would always make Heath very uncomfortable. Heath often wondered just what he did to deserve such punishment. Today was no exception.

Heath was just trying to get some god damn work done when Erik showed up. "So..." Erik started, "I need to make a major decision by today."

"Mmm..." Heath responded.

"Yeah, last night my fiancée informed me that she was offered a job in the Green Zone in Iraq or Baghdad or whatever as an EMT."

"Mmm..." Heath responded.

"It would be for six months and she would be making $400,000. I could come along with her and work as an administrative assistant in a gym. I'd be making $300,000 for those six months of work. However, I don't want to go because I'm afraid I'll get blown up"

Heath realized $300,000 was a shit load of money, especially for only six months of work and that outweighed the risk of getting blown up. Still, a quite "Mmm..." was his only response.

"I need to make my decision today."

Heath wanted to scream "GO! Go and leave me alone so I can do my god damn work," but his response was actually a very unenthusiastic "Yeah. $300,000 is a lot of money."

Erik stopped and thought for a moment. "When I cam back I'd by my F-250 I want and then give you guys a call and get my old job here back. But I don't want to go... It seems so dangerous in the Green Zone! My fiancée says that I have just as much of a chance of getting shot staying here, what with Obama as president and all. But I told her, 'Well, his people are all over there!' Plus, I don't speak Islam."

Heath wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. It took all of his self control not to. So, he just sat there at his desk staring at the rain coming down outside. What did he ever do to deserve this?

Oh, yeah.

I forgot to post this:

Lat Tuesday (March 3), I got a new car. It is a "blazing blue" "3-door" Yaris.