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Feb. 25th, 2002
-- (don't go back to) Rockville [R.E.M.]
I hold a lightsaber at night, instead of a teddybear. I hold rocks at night, instead of a teddybear. I used to hold a grungy old Birk.
...The lightsaber was given to me by Darkside. Well, no. That's not entirely correct, and I have to keep this straight for the record.
The lightsaber that was given to me by Darkside got broken. It was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got sat on and utterly crunched. Lightsabers and squooshy couches do that, if sat on at the wrong angle. Especially when there's a bunch of other junk on the couch too. Votania was given a lightsaber too, by Darkside, and when she saw what had happened to mine, she gave me the one she'd been given.
Passing the torch.
Occasionally, when I ought to be asleep, usually when I'm not the only one in the room, I fling my arms and legs out to all sides, brandishing the lightsaber up in the air, and yell: "Lightsaber!!" -- and then go right back to sleep. Or near enough sleep. Then I hold conversations with people, usually with Darkside. I do have to learn German one of these days...
I hold a lightsaber at night, instead of a teddybear. I hold rocks at night, instead of a teddybear. I used to hold a grungy old Birk.
...The lightsaber was given to me by Darkside. Well, no. That's not entirely correct, and I have to keep this straight for the record.
The lightsaber that was given to me by Darkside got broken. It was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got sat on and utterly crunched. Lightsabers and squooshy couches do that, if sat on at the wrong angle. Especially when there's a bunch of other junk on the couch too. Votania was given a lightsaber too, by Darkside, and when she saw what had happened to mine, she gave me the one she'd been given.
Passing the torch.
Occasionally, when I ought to be asleep, usually when I'm not the only one in the room, I fling my arms and legs out to all sides, brandishing the lightsaber up in the air, and yell: "Lightsaber!!" -- and then go right back to sleep. Or near enough sleep. Then I hold conversations with people, usually with Darkside. I do have to learn German one of these days...
Just got an unusual spam, in the form of a prayer request for prayer for the cure of cancer. Worthy cause, so I duly prayed for the cure of cancer (and will be adding it to my wish list in my regular devotions), hit the "remove from mailing list" e-mail link, and responded with a polite and cheerful message of encouragement... and signed myself including my ministerial credentials, including my religion of choice.
If that's a monitored alias, I anticipate a few confused Christians....
If that's a monitored alias, I anticipate a few confused Christians....
Copy/paste; this one deserved an entry.
Feb. 25th, 2002 07:28 amI was going to have Darth Vader at my wedding.
You see, the wedding march starts. Piano player. Suddenly, Darth Vader appears, points hand at piano player. Piano player grabs throat, chokes, falls off piano bench. Darth Vader marches out, sets down boom box, hits Play, and I march down the aisle to the Imperial March.
If the person I'm marrying doesn't like the idea ... then I shouldn't be marrying them.
You see, the wedding march starts. Piano player. Suddenly, Darth Vader appears, points hand at piano player. Piano player grabs throat, chokes, falls off piano bench. Darth Vader marches out, sets down boom box, hits Play, and I march down the aisle to the Imperial March.
If the person I'm marrying doesn't like the idea ... then I shouldn't be marrying them.
Darx meets Darkside
Feb. 25th, 2002 01:03 pmDragged poor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marxdarx to breakfast with me and Darkside. They swapped Boy Scouts stories. I nvever want to be a boy scout.
marxdarx to breakfast with me and Darkside. They swapped Boy Scouts stories. I nvever want to be a boy scout.The young Sith Lords in training have tree houses they can defend, and the stairs, at my mother's old friend Mimi's old house, a grand old Alaskan building with solid wood construction and enough nooks to occupy a number of ten-year-olds. They made a chessboard out of molten chocolate. Not enough chocolate chips. I was sent out to get some more?
I was broke wandering about town, having previously done a money spell and closed my wallet and not looked within, Found a "Nifty Stuff" shop that had closed down/were closing down, and tried to dicker the price on a cup down. Opening wallet, I found enough money, more than enough, so paid full price.
We [I alone at first] were wandering about town aimlessly. Same town I was in, in a dream, sometime whenteenagewitch was staying here; a modification of the post-railroad university-side side of town, the one with the little teeny mall. Home. Alaska. Odd. And you floated, there....
...but at any rate I met up with Darkside, or rather we did, for I was not alone by then. I had a car. The place had now transmuted to the art/music department parking lot at UAF, the one that it's impossible to find a parking space in, the one almost across from safety& security. Darkside tried to drive my car. Didn't know the lot; drove out over bumpiness. Didn't trust my driving, because he'd never seen me drive? Think so.
Once we got the parking brake on correctly (a good ten, fifteen minute struggle in itself) our mission from the higher-ups was to assassinate Trigun. Vash the Stampede, yup. Paranoid Vash, with an enormous library. It must have been Vash. It had to have been Vash. That's who it felt like.
The library was where we learned that our costumes had to be perfect; this was where I learned that the other woman was to [details of mission] and that Darkside was to help her in this. Or was he? At any rate, the paint, for their job as painters, had been provided, because the guy noticed little details...
My job was, to save the future, to assassinate Spock. Yep. Assassinate Spock. All attempts at a direct fix had gone wrong or been scryed wrong (the tarot deck was most accurate) so my task was to try and assassinate Spock & ... McCoy? .... knowing I'd fail, since History showed them alive today, but to spur them towards taking the right actions to fix the future, which we could not directly intervene in causing ourselves; that was how the past missions had failed.
Then, Darkside (still in his white woirk uniform) and I were in ... a bingo hall? an empty swimming pool with office chairs? Office chairs, and slanted striped floor, and high arched ceiling, so must have been the pool ... and had a chat with someone who may or may not have looked likeras_sinister ... but it was his mind, most clearly. He and Darkside share the Chariot as their most descriptive Tarot card, and my attention was caught between both of them, diverted by the conversations of ras_sinister, but diverted also by Darkside's white uniform, which had come worn and undone at the crotch. I could see skin. I could see more than skin. I was fascinated, but did not feel drawn to touch, not without permission....
I set a balloon free to find my true love, and watched with wide eyes as it sought the ceiling, got caught in an indoor breeze, got sucked to the close wall far above our heads, then deflated enough to fall, bonk, right on top of Darkside's head and into his lap. Eyes round; mouth caught between worlds. He scolded me for being so immature in teasing him. When surprised, my mouth echoes my mother's.
Waking, I wonder which weekend day it is, to allow me to sleep so long, but clothed? Sunday? couldn't be. Oh. Monday. Short lab. Work later. What time?!?!!?? Oh, good. Write down dream, do dishes. Acutally, dishes started first, then the dream -- for I could not afford to lose that state.
I was broke wandering about town, having previously done a money spell and closed my wallet and not looked within, Found a "Nifty Stuff" shop that had closed down/were closing down, and tried to dicker the price on a cup down. Opening wallet, I found enough money, more than enough, so paid full price.
We [I alone at first] were wandering about town aimlessly. Same town I was in, in a dream, sometime when
teenagewitch was staying here; a modification of the post-railroad university-side side of town, the one with the little teeny mall. Home. Alaska. Odd. And you floated, there.... ...but at any rate I met up with Darkside, or rather we did, for I was not alone by then. I had a car. The place had now transmuted to the art/music department parking lot at UAF, the one that it's impossible to find a parking space in, the one almost across from safety& security. Darkside tried to drive my car. Didn't know the lot; drove out over bumpiness. Didn't trust my driving, because he'd never seen me drive? Think so.
Once we got the parking brake on correctly (a good ten, fifteen minute struggle in itself) our mission from the higher-ups was to assassinate Trigun. Vash the Stampede, yup. Paranoid Vash, with an enormous library. It must have been Vash. It had to have been Vash. That's who it felt like.
The library was where we learned that our costumes had to be perfect; this was where I learned that the other woman was to [details of mission] and that Darkside was to help her in this. Or was he? At any rate, the paint, for their job as painters, had been provided, because the guy noticed little details...
My job was, to save the future, to assassinate Spock. Yep. Assassinate Spock. All attempts at a direct fix had gone wrong or been scryed wrong (the tarot deck was most accurate) so my task was to try and assassinate Spock & ... McCoy? .... knowing I'd fail, since History showed them alive today, but to spur them towards taking the right actions to fix the future, which we could not directly intervene in causing ourselves; that was how the past missions had failed.
Then, Darkside (still in his white woirk uniform) and I were in ... a bingo hall? an empty swimming pool with office chairs? Office chairs, and slanted striped floor, and high arched ceiling, so must have been the pool ... and had a chat with someone who may or may not have looked like
ras_sinister ... but it was his mind, most clearly. He and Darkside share the Chariot as their most descriptive Tarot card, and my attention was caught between both of them, diverted by the conversations of ras_sinister, but diverted also by Darkside's white uniform, which had come worn and undone at the crotch. I could see skin. I could see more than skin. I was fascinated, but did not feel drawn to touch, not without permission.... I set a balloon free to find my true love, and watched with wide eyes as it sought the ceiling, got caught in an indoor breeze, got sucked to the close wall far above our heads, then deflated enough to fall, bonk, right on top of Darkside's head and into his lap. Eyes round; mouth caught between worlds. He scolded me for being so immature in teasing him. When surprised, my mouth echoes my mother's.
Waking, I wonder which weekend day it is, to allow me to sleep so long, but clothed? Sunday? couldn't be. Oh. Monday. Short lab. Work later. What time?!?!!?? Oh, good. Write down dream, do dishes. Acutally, dishes started first, then the dream -- for I could not afford to lose that state.
Damn IEXPLORE.exe
Feb. 25th, 2002 01:41 pmProgram error, right in the middle of editing my friends filters. I think that I will make special filters for viewing purposes, for one-time [few-time] uses for some pic junkies who do tend to make the rest of the stuff on the friends page hard to read. I still read the offending entries, if they interest me... and it's not always pics. Sometimes it's bad HTML (Bad HTML! No biscuit!) especially from quizzes, or long lj-cut tags...
In any case, IE (why don't I get a *real* browser? because I'm lazy) seems to be working again...
In any case, IE (why don't I get a *real* browser? because I'm lazy) seems to be working again...
