Evil Puree

Having failed a vdw dexterity checks, my sanity check, and a "not fall asleep in the middle fo the living room floor" check, and a few more dexterity checks, not to mention the "not saying random things aloud" check and the "not saying Darkside's name aloud upon waking up" check, it's bedtime.

Bald Buy and Marx and Adam are chatting it up. RPG's rule.

Memories...

I remember, in the 11th grade I once read aloud a little mood piece I'd written. The teacher had asked us to write about something, so I wrote up a night I'd had recently.

Two friends and I: my girlfriend and the guy I had a crush on, were hanging out at her dad's house. The grownups were in the living room talking, and we hid in her room with the lights turned out, talking. Someone started a tickle fight. There were some very delightful moments, just the joy in touching and being touched. After we were all giggled out, we lay on the floor there in the silence and looked up out through the window and at the stars.

I volunteered to read mine out loud, since I knew it was perhaps some of the best writing I'd ever done. Midway through, though, hearing the silence of the class and feeling my own response, I realized that this was, in fact, erotica. Not explicit by any means, but erotica still. So I started editing my reading. You could hear the difference: my words didn't have their same power, but it was still intense.

It wasn't so much that it was erotica. Sexually explicit materials are big no-no's in the classroom, unless part of something "educational" -- we got to watch Romeo & Juliet, and Hamlet, and both of those have some nudity. There was no nudity in mine, no sex, not even any explicit groping. It was just the emotion. I'd captured it, exactly. I don't think more than a few people in that classroom had any idea that words could evoke such a powerful response; of those who'd known beforehand, none of them knew that I could use words that way.

The classroom was unusually quiet for a long time after that. The teacher thanked me for sharing.

After me, a few people who might not normally have read aloud, did so.

They're *Jedi*!

You know me, always getting into the middle of things. Recently, became an advising chickfriend on a situation:

Gifted kids with no training hitting puberty. Dad is a real Darth Tyrannosaurus Rex when it comes to things that are not Laid Out Explicitly in his religion of choice (you make a joke about witches or ghosts or the supernatural in any way around his kids, and he goes ballistic), even though he is a nice guy otherwise, and fen. Auntie is witchy, and feels the responsibility to make sure the kids get trained in use of the gift, rather than having the gift use them.

Also of concern are ethics; the kids have evidently mastered the Mind Whammy.

If poltergeist activity starts up, Auntie knows that Darth T. Rex's first reaction is going to be something along the lines of "Demons!"


From a theistic viewpoint, my take on it is thus: "These powers were given to you by Deity. It would be a denial of your great gifts to refuse to acknowledge them. It would be a misuse of your gifts, since you were given them by Deity, or at least with the consent of Deity, to use them in a manner that goes against the Will of Deity. Therefore, before using your gifts, ask yourself, 'Am I doing the right thing?' It's a big responsibility, but I know you can do the right thing, and so does Deity, otherwise you never would have received these gifts."

The matter remains, how shall Auntie react should the situation require her intervention, or how can she stack the cards so that the situation will not require direct action? Some of the Diane Duane ethics manuals might be brought in by trumpeting the glories of Spock's World, and delighting in the fact that she's got some kids' books too (the Spiderman novelizations could work wonders on that front as well) ... but where better to look for training for a young Jedi than in some of the Star Wars books? Certainly there has to be, somewhere, a discussion of ethics as applies to those who can Use the Force... and Darth T. Rex is an avid Star Wars fan...

Weekend (mine and other people's)

http://www.playadelfuego.org/ is where pyrogenic was at for the past few days. He had a great time.

I seem to have a bit of the claustrophobia/agoraphobia thing going on this weekend. I don't want to go out, I just want to stay in, I don't want to be trapped in my room. Bad, bad nasty combo.

"Oh, *gods*."

This is my usual phrase. Given that I'm generally pagan, this doesn't raise many eyebrows, at least not usually. Votania says it too, and we laugh and clap and "Yayyy!!" when Nephew says it.

When Adam says it?

Adam?!?!?!

What, me sexy?

( quiz: my sexual MO )