The Axe Falls, and somehow I'm not under it.

I don't know if it's just a self-image problem or if I'm perhaps over-feeling something that happens sometimes, but not as often as it feels, but one of my core perceptions is that when it comes to being chosen (as a friend, for a job, for a gig, etc) that for various reasons I'm rarely the "first" choice.

And when it comes to being excluded, fired, let go, forgotten, my perception is that I'm the preferred chaff to be cut.

Alot of the perception probably is me telescoping in on the times when it's happened (or seemed to) and projecting that everywhere.

Point is, when it doesn't, it comes as surprise, even at times when I know it shouldn't.

( a most curiously different outcome to typical Band soap opera/politics )

And speaking of Faeries, we had a VERY successful painting party for MDFF yesterday. A terriffic, but draining workout for my knee as we painted the backs of all of our signage. I wore my Practicallly Permantently Inpenetrable Polyurethane Permeated Painting Pants, and got primer ALL over them.
I was quite a sight when I went to the Conservatory last night to pick up Sonya from the dancing.

I was describing my day to Gina Cooper and was made privy to a A Most Curious Rumor:

That our signage was all borrowed from Spoutwood Farm. Really? All those signs, which I concieved of, kept track of, painted many of myself, and covered with polyurethane and glitter, all of these, we Borrowed from Spoutwood Farm? Wow!

This is an INTERESTING rumor, with some FASCINATING ramifications about the perception of the work we do and the nature of our relationship with Spoutwood Farm. Anyone else hear anything like this?
Do tell!