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Tuesday, September 16, 1997

Tonight was the Cacophony meeting! At last I have succeeded in my nefarious plan to draw my friend Tom into the Cacophony net. First he just came to our dance events. Then he came to another event, not dance-related. Tonight, when he showed up at our planning meeting, I knew he was caught! See, that's how they get you.

Carl was at the meeting, with some photos from the Fremont Solstice parade in June. I asked him to scan them and send them to me, which he did earlier tonight. He mentioned that he was dating again and had a web page now. (Warning: when I checked this link, the images took a long time to load.) Now all I need is a write-up of the Trollsylvanian martial arts from Jayson, and I need to do a write-up of the BladderStomping game that my nephew suggested.

I got roped into sponsoring some kind of Bad Movie event next month, so my cleaning campaign must continue apace.

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I worked steadily today on a report for that other team whose pages I was examining yesterday. Meanwhile a bay-comrade was far too chatty. I swear, if he had interrupted me one more time, I might actually have spoken sharply to him. Usually I don't mind (though I do keep the headphones handy) but I was feeling pressured today.

Most of the time I can be diplomatic, or at least I think I am! But once, years ago when I was working in an accountant's office, an accountant (not the boss) asked me what he had ever done wrong to me, or why I seemed to be nasty to him. I was shocked! True, I thought that he was completely dim and annoying. I despised him as flakey and stupid, but I had thought that I acted towards him in a professional, friendly manner. Evidently not! or else he picked up on my psychic eye-rolling. I really did feel bad, since I hadn't ever intended to hurt his feelings. I stammered some excuse about being shy, or that he had misunderstood me. They say a gentleman never is rude unintentionally, and I try to live that way.

I do think I produced a clear report that outlined the most critical problems the other team needs to solve.

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The Savoy Swing Club has a listing of the events going on at the Century Ballroom. (The server doesn't seem to be responding right now, but I'll throw in the link anyway.) I had no idea that the swing and lindy hop revival was such a big thing in Seattle!

I was pleased that a question of mine to the diary-l mailing list actually got some discussion going that was on topic and didn't dissolve into a flamefest. It proves the truth of what they say about mailing lists and newsgroups: they are what you make them. If the content doesn't interest you, start some content that does, instead of complaining about what it is you don't like. I resolve to try to start a new thread whenever I start getting annoyed with the existing threads.

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