Lateness, Tea, and Wookies

All the other managers were in NY for a meeting yesterday, so I could not get out of work early. This made me two hours late to a dinner I wanted to attend, and thus I missed seeing neurosophy among the Wittgensteinians. In turn, gaming group ended earlyish so I missed sylvantechie and Co. (which granted, was my own fault for still dropping by a dinner where I was two hours late), and settled for playing half a Sudoku game with the_star_fish, until I decided that my initial gloss of a standstill had been correct. Anyway, the moral of that story is that if you arrive late to everything, you won't get to see all the people you want to see.

Maybe I'll see people at Tea Tonight, starting at 8:30. And I've even got a topic for conversation, which is the bizarre connections drawn between people and links they forward. Last week, a friend of mine had shared a humorous link and received comments highly praising their greatness - the greatness of the person, not the link. Later that week I saw someone share a link I'd shared long ago, and when friends of mine thanked them for sharing the great link, I must admit that a part of me thought, "I shared that first!" We say don't kill the messenger, but how much do we connect the messenger to the message in our minds?

Finally, yesterday I was at work and I was saying something quietly to myself, as I do occasionally. I don't know why, but in my best Harrison Ford accent I had said, "Laugh it up, Fuzzball." Two seconds later, a wookie noise emerged from the cubicle next to mine. I was surprised and amused, and glad that our resident puppeteer still works here and helps keep some levity in the office.