Another Day in the Warren
Jan. 27th, 2005 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rowynI went to take the Ball to work this morning, but the cursed thing is out again. What'm I paying my service fees for anyway?
So I hoofed it in on Elleon, who complained that she'd just dug into a good patch of clover and didn't want to leave off, but she took me for another glorious day at the muse factory, where we're still flogging those poor critters for all they're worth.
Got in half an hour late and Dispatch was furious, which means they put me on clean up. The miners must have hit a rich vein and been clocking in some serious overtime 'cause man, we are overrun with fresh ones, at least a thousand of 'em just this morning. And some of 'em are just plain freaky, even for muses. When I turned the hose on them in the wash-up chamber, instead of 'em all huddling back agaisnt the far wall like they're made out a sugar and gonna melt (and we haven't had one of those in years, and then I caught her before she went under the hose and that foot healed up just fine, thankyouverymuch) a good third of them were squabbling for position to be takin' it head on. I told 'em, "Calm down, girls, no one's gettin' outta here 'til you've all gotten good 'n soaked," but they didn't listen to me.
Some of them cleaned up just beautiful. Whoa! I tell you, this batch is wasted on the pleebs, but then again, aren't they all? I hate wrappin' up and shippin' them off; I just know they'll end up in the hands of some ignorant kid or overworked corporate exec who can't or won't take the time to treat 'em right. They think "Once I have ideas I'll be set for life" and never mind that that what they need to do is nurture those ideas an' develop some skills to showcase 'em. Neglected and abused and misused, those poor dumb muses, I pity 'em all.
But some of today's -- man, it breaks my heart to think of where they're going. One of them is a unicorn girl -- I thought she was a dapple at first, but no, she washed off to pearly white and with her mane brushed out she looks a treat, all blue-eyed innocence and purity, makes me think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jordangreywolf, but I can't ask him to take in another, he's got 'em sproutin' like weeds in his backyard already.
And another one that stood out -- total wild one, she was tearin' around the wash-up chamber like the devil himself was after her, not runnin' from the hose, just runnin' everywhere, in ten directions at once. Didn't respond to threats nor cajoling, but when I just yelled "Stand still!" she froze in place like a statue. Her eyes, I swear they're almost as big as her head, all glowing silver, set in a matte black face with a mouth like a tumbled ruby. Her hair is a mass of wavy optic-fiber strands, changing color from moment to moment through a rainbow cascades. I told Dispatch to get me a can of metal polish -- I think her arms and legs will shine up like mirrors with a little work.
Man, I'd snarf 'em and take 'em home myself, but I got five already at home and I can't take care of all of them, I got no more business takin' another than a CEO mom single-parenting five kids does. And who am I to judge? Some people manage to carve time even from the busiest schedules to feed their muses. I mean, look athowardtayler. Maybe they'll get good homes.
...
Yeah, right.
[Edit: Boy, that black-faced one looks incredible after a polish, and she can be as docile as you please if you know how to treat 'er. What a waste! Hey,postvixen, you don't have space for another, do you? I'll snarf her for you an' find some way to ship her in, if you want ....]
So I hoofed it in on Elleon, who complained that she'd just dug into a good patch of clover and didn't want to leave off, but she took me for another glorious day at the muse factory, where we're still flogging those poor critters for all they're worth.
Got in half an hour late and Dispatch was furious, which means they put me on clean up. The miners must have hit a rich vein and been clocking in some serious overtime 'cause man, we are overrun with fresh ones, at least a thousand of 'em just this morning. And some of 'em are just plain freaky, even for muses. When I turned the hose on them in the wash-up chamber, instead of 'em all huddling back agaisnt the far wall like they're made out a sugar and gonna melt (and we haven't had one of those in years, and then I caught her before she went under the hose and that foot healed up just fine, thankyouverymuch) a good third of them were squabbling for position to be takin' it head on. I told 'em, "Calm down, girls, no one's gettin' outta here 'til you've all gotten good 'n soaked," but they didn't listen to me.
Some of them cleaned up just beautiful. Whoa! I tell you, this batch is wasted on the pleebs, but then again, aren't they all? I hate wrappin' up and shippin' them off; I just know they'll end up in the hands of some ignorant kid or overworked corporate exec who can't or won't take the time to treat 'em right. They think "Once I have ideas I'll be set for life" and never mind that that what they need to do is nurture those ideas an' develop some skills to showcase 'em. Neglected and abused and misused, those poor dumb muses, I pity 'em all.
But some of today's -- man, it breaks my heart to think of where they're going. One of them is a unicorn girl -- I thought she was a dapple at first, but no, she washed off to pearly white and with her mane brushed out she looks a treat, all blue-eyed innocence and purity, makes me think of
jordangreywolf, but I can't ask him to take in another, he's got 'em sproutin' like weeds in his backyard already.And another one that stood out -- total wild one, she was tearin' around the wash-up chamber like the devil himself was after her, not runnin' from the hose, just runnin' everywhere, in ten directions at once. Didn't respond to threats nor cajoling, but when I just yelled "Stand still!" she froze in place like a statue. Her eyes, I swear they're almost as big as her head, all glowing silver, set in a matte black face with a mouth like a tumbled ruby. Her hair is a mass of wavy optic-fiber strands, changing color from moment to moment through a rainbow cascades. I told Dispatch to get me a can of metal polish -- I think her arms and legs will shine up like mirrors with a little work.
Man, I'd snarf 'em and take 'em home myself, but I got five already at home and I can't take care of all of them, I got no more business takin' another than a CEO mom single-parenting five kids does. And who am I to judge? Some people manage to carve time even from the busiest schedules to feed their muses. I mean, look at
howardtayler. Maybe they'll get good homes....
Yeah, right.
[Edit: Boy, that black-faced one looks incredible after a polish, and she can be as docile as you please if you know how to treat 'er. What a waste! Hey,
postvixen, you don't have space for another, do you? I'll snarf her for you an' find some way to ship her in, if you want ....]
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Date: 2005-01-27 07:41 pm (UTC)A Muse Inc. indeed.
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 08:54 pm (UTC)===|==============/ Level Head
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Date: 2005-01-27 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 07:42 pm (UTC)Join ussssss ...
Date: 2005-01-27 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: Join ussssss ...
Date: 2005-01-27 09:49 pm (UTC)I had seen this mentioned somewhere else before (
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-03 03:16 am (UTC)===|==============/ Level Head
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:33 pm (UTC)And anyway, he always jokes that he gets his story ideas mail order from Schenectady, New York. ;-)
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Date: 2005-01-27 09:49 pm (UTC)And I know you understand what a pain muses can be. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-28 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 09:13 pm (UTC)C'mon down!
Date: 2005-01-27 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 03:02 am (UTC)The trouble with people isn't so much when they get one, but when they decide that one isn't enough. Or that the one they got is no god and they need another one. "My latest work is crap! I need a better muse!" It's always the muse's fault. It's never their own fault for not living up to her vision, for not putting in the effort to become good. Oh no. Nothing will do but some poor new muse has to be added to the stable while the old ones with perfectly good ideas get ignored and embittered and eventually provoke nothing but bad angst-laden goth poetry.
I'm tellin' ya, people.
Anyway, if yer not sure about takin' in a muse, good on ya fer not doin' it. It's a big responsibility! :)
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Date: 2005-05-12 05:56 pm (UTC)