viking karma

I was going to copy in an old piece for Sweet Fancy Moses that was a fairly fictitious retelling of unfortunate demises in my lineage. However, fleshing out the accidentally appropriate title of this posting, the fates seem to have ethnically cleansed my hard-drive of this. I do not know where it is. This makes me sad.

However, two other things came to light:
1) In searching through other files, I came across an old list of names. (I keep lists of many things, and names I like is a favorite though this list hasn't been opened in years.) And a name popped out at me immediately, so just like that - ka-blammy - the perfect name for a boychild. Sure, sure, I may never have one of those, but I'm keeping it all to myself just the same! It. Is. Perfect. Even saw a good girl one. I am truly accomplished.
2) My (newest) editor emailed recounting a tale from a movie theater and co-audience rudeness, which reminded me of an incident when I was about 16...[curtain drops, fade to black, re-opens in darkened movie theater] Despite the theater being largely empty, a couple chose to sit directly behind us. The woman asked me to move my head. (Insert big head joke here.) I obliged, sitting in my seat and shaking around, like a dance. My head was moving. And I was pleased. O! 16.

Back to Albinoni's fugue. (It's playing in background, and makes my chest cave in with tender mourning.)