Tossed Salads and Scrambled Eggs...

Well baby I hear the blues a' callin... Thank Gaia for sitcom reruns. I will always associate Seattle with a crazy shrink and his celebrity call-in patients. And it is crazy! The Emerald City, Seattle - it is a great nickname for the place. I already feel like I stepped into the Oz, off to see the Wizard..ess? Wizardess? I can make up words, I'm allowed.

Hera's great to put me up, and it'll be good to have another set of eyes up at Tartarus to figure out what in Hades happened up... Hades, right! Yeah I hope he's ok. Anyways, I'm barely coherent. Too much driving, too much time alone in a car with nothing but Epimetheus's head to talk to.

And we'll leave straight off in the morning again! Nice to have a real shower and sleep in a real bed. I'll try to save up that feeling for when we're pulled over at a roadside motel in British Columbia - if we're lucky.

-Athena

From Middle America in an Automobile

I am no stranger to long road trips, of course, or long trips in general. I've been the long way 'round to the west coast by boat, long ago. But nothing pleases me more than a long solo road trip in an automobile. This counts as solo, as Epimetheus's two parts are happily at rest in the trunk. Ah, cars! The automobile is a miracle of human ingenuity, and damn fun. It represents autonomy and freedom. Everyone wants to know that if they had the guts, they could just get in that car and drive away into a new life.

I, of course, do everything backwards, and am instead driving to an old life. I should be in Seattle on Thursday, and I have a feeling Hera will want to see the situation at Tartarus enough to wrench herself away from corporate life.

-Athena

Reflections on Hindsight Being 20/20

I slept til 2 today. Cuttin heads off takes it out of me.

Joking aside, that was really rough, but oddly fulfilling. Dionysus has summed it up pretty well, despite his unappreciative nature towards my skilled oratory. The only part he left out is how freaking messy it gets.

I do love it. I hate to admit it, but if I must be honest with myself, I love being in charge, and I love feeling I accomplished something. for 50 hours a week, every week, for thousands of years, I have a regular job and purposefully make as little impact as I can. And every once in a while my actual skills are needed. It is good to feel needed.

I have Epimetheus's head in my freezer. Poor bastard. He's just got no, no pun intended foresight. Well, he is getting better. He didn't pick up the matches this time. He's switching up his M.O. and that's encouraging. Maybe after he takes this nap we can put him in a rehabilitation of a sort. I wish his brother would see to him.

I've cleared vacation time with my boss and will be heading out tomorrow for a road trip with both parts of him, making a beeline for Seattle. From there, Alaska. To find out what happened at Tartarus and that messed up paralyzed town.

-Athena

Meeting Tonight at the Delphi

If you check this and not your phone: Xipe, Heph, Aphro-we're meeting at the Delphi tonight at 11 to discuss the new development.

I'm not thrilled about all this. Who actually saw this person, anyways? What's she look like? Could she be a government plant? They might know about a mass paralysis before the news did.

Was the tripod moved again?

-Athena

Review of comedy night at the Delphi

Mortals can be a comedic delight. Well so can we. Sun-Wukon is in town for a business conference, and full of saki and mirth, he brought the house down. Love that little monkey man. Almost made us forget that guy. What was WRONG with that guy? The one with the butt stuff that just would not end? By Midas' ears that was one odd mortal.

Oberon was a big hit, he is such a little prince-dog. If he were required to follow the passing laws he would fail miserably, he lives for worship. Thanks for making us go, Aphro.

-Athena

Headin' out

Ditty called to remind me it's comedy night at the Delphi. I am trying to get out of the apartment more, and even the dog seemed to be urging me to unwind a little. His beady little eyes ask me, "I can has mommy with a social life?"



We sit in the back and try to remember better jokes from 2500 years ago and mostly fail and end up laughing with the mortals more than at them. We used to be so elite...

Father's day

As you get older, annual events start to seem close together. when you were 8, birthdays were excrutiatingly far apart. Now, you are most likely thinking "Again? Didn't we just do this?" about your birthday.

So it is with Father's day. I dislike the reminder, to be honest. Rub it in my face, that I don't even know if he's alive or dead. And at times hope equally for both of those options.

Burrow Mag

Can't believe I almost forgot: of course the farewell party was also the launch party for the new incarnation:

http://burrowmagart.blogspot.com/

Take a gander, they're pretty good, you know, for mortals.

Lurch at The Delphi

I've been out to the Delphi bar for the farewell to their literary magzine, Lurch. Hermes made me go, he fancies himself much the muse. Although I still say he only hangs out there to piss Dionysus off. I mean why else would anyone train it in from Astoria? I did discover they are one of the few places that will give you a soco and diet with no ice with actually no ice when you ask. It is a foreign concept most other places.

Which is why we all congregate at Dio's, I think. He likes to think it's the atmosphere. Or the crowd. But we take the piss out of each other all the time. I think it's honestly because he'll pour us strong enough drinks to get some small use out of the endeavor. Don't get me wrong, he charges us all the more, *cough*Gulveig much?*cough* but it takes a noticeable volume to affect us, even for a short time, and if that's the point, you don't exactly want to call attention to yourself...

...then again...Sekhmet doesn't indulge hardly at all, not after that one incident, and I well remember that new year's eve in Minnesota in 1932 where she would've mounted half the town after that half glass of moonshine...

So perhaps we're all just raging alcoholics with thousands of years of tolerance built up. Actually that sounds about right.

Pass the mead. And a smoke. Oh like you wouldn't if you were me!

Passing

For a couple hundred years I was secretly very cross about the passing law.

Who would want to give up the life we had to blend in and pass unnoticed? It was a huge sacrifice, and technically very difficult. We tend to stand out. And back in the day, 6 foot tall glowing skin healthy beautiful people --not even taking our charisma into consideration-- stood out even more.

But it had to be done, and I did come up with it, after all, and lobbied and well you all remember how annoying and self righteous I was about it.

Then again there are days like this. When I get nearly plowed over in the subway station on my way to my data entry job where I fill my hours with the interweb (like now) so as to not raise suspicion on how easy this job is for me, when I am actually looking forward to going home to instant rice and a Will Ferrell movie and a very lazy dog... days like these, I can't help but wonder if I got it right.

Honestly, if all Bast wanted in life was to be a crazy cat lady in some no-name suburb, would it really draw that much attention? Those really do exist and are not even noteworthy mostly. There really are hundreds of millionaires who manage to stay below the radar, of course they aren't generally young-looking nor have they accumulated their millions inexplicably.

I'm rambling, as we orators tend to. Perhaps it's time to reconsider founding the Elysium. The idea was tossed out long ago, because we honestly drive each other nuts, and all of us in one place... talk about drawing attention. I suppose this passing law builds character. You'd think in 4000 years we'd all have character enough by now.

Ah if only it worked that way.