Sent to all the congressmen from my state:

I urge you to stand up against the proposed citizen informant program. Do not allow paranoia to erode the Constitutional rights laid out by this country's planners. Ben Franklin said once that anyone who gives up liberty for security deserves neither.

I don't want to leave my liberty in the hands of some neighbor I don't even know, who might not like my religion, or my style of clothes, or my music, or my cat, or the suncatchers hanging in my window. I don't like going to sleep at night knowing that if someone "suspects I might be a terrorist" I could be held without lawyer, without rights, indefinitely.

I don't want my roommate's son, or my future children, growing up in the kind of country where you have to watch every word you say, any song you sing, any picture you draw, to make sure that it's not suspicious, lest someone suspect you. I don't want to live in fear of anonymous men with badges knocking on my door at night.

Restore our constitution to us. Restore life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Give me back my country.

Sincerely,
Rev. Joan Laurel [last name]

Bleh. Programmers.

And no, I do not wish to debug Yahoo's runtime error thanks to an invalid character in Line Whatever.

Tell me...

...when your spamvertisement for your degree program offers in the subject line, "Earn your peer's respect!" does that mean only the respect of the one person in the universe who is most like you? And about that "This Credit Card will say YES!"... truly, how miniaturized is the speaker on that? Gotta be pretty small. If you're legit, I'd like to see the specs on that before I invest in your technology. If not... gimme a break. They've had singing birthday cards for years.

A hose without kinks. Wow. Usually they're talking about hoes with kinks.

For the final time, my name is not, never has been, and never will be, Pedro! Fucknut.

Of course you guarantee I'll quit smoking! That's when my ears quit smoking shortly after the fireball blasts your spam-servers into complete oblivion. ...Oh. You meant tobacco? But I'm a product of the Just Say No generation! I kill your cigarettes as I eat my brownies. Loss of hair. Not a problem for me. A problem for you... but it wouldn't have been had I not been tempted by your ad to add the Nair to your conditioner.

Looking for Love, Romance, or Friendship? Yeah, kinda, or I wouldn't have an LJ. Or go to school. Or delete your e-mail so I'll have room in the inbox for notes from my friends. And about improving my Online presence... you'd need superglue in the computer chair to do that; I'm on in most of my spare time anyway. But balding is funny! The big joke is your head! And I really need the 20002 free sex pic. I'll be far past the point of needing sex by that time...

Morning (bleah)

Don't think I wound up with enough sleep last night. Had breakfast with Darkside as usual. He's rather far gone in "gamer-geek" today -- sensible conversation from him will not be forthcoming; I think I'm addicted to love and in withdrawl now. I don't get hugs and snuggles all night with Adam. I need my hugs from somewhere. Darkside isn't a hugging kind of guy.

Grrrrrrrr.

I think I'm going to be grumpy today, and the least little things could set me off either grouching or crying. Not sure what exactly is up with me, but whatever it is, it isn't particularly good.

It's surely partly my body balance being unusually off from what it typically is; that's dealable-with. I think that would be not half a problem if only...

...but there I go again, feeling sorry for self. You said, dear friend, that I hit my worst when I tried to kill my feelings. Perhaps I'd rather smack myself down than be smacked down by you.

Better

Feeling slightly more sane. Not sure what was up with me this morning. Hacked out that when I'm in emotional distress and leave the room abruptly, it's because I don't want to inflict myself upon someone who doesn't want to deal with me; if you feel like dealing with me, go ahead and follow me; if I don't want your presence, I'll let you know if you follow.

Had fun in classes. Got Darkside's sole class today on my handheld. Got my first science class assignment done. I'll try to do the second one today or tomorrow.

Oh, and yeah.

Happy Birthday, Iroshi.

So, would you exterminate all the mosquitos, flies, and gnats if you had the chance?

That was the question that our new science teacher, Mr. Bird, posed to us. "Raise your hand if you would."

My hands, of course, stayed down, not even daring to scratch the mosquito bite soveniers from my family reunion trip.

"So why wouldn't you?" Mr. Bird asked, turning on me suddenly.

"Because I like robins," I replied.

That was evidently the right reply. Mr. Bird went off on a lengthy discourse about how he hadn't even mentioned robins, but he had -- just a little down the ecological cycle. He gave the example of an island that had gotten the bugs wiped out on purpose, and how the lizards had died, and so forth up the web, and the rats overran the place, causing a consequent influx of imported cats, which were then impossible to herd...

I finished my first assignment for the class today, later in the afternoon, and sent it Mr. Bird's way via e-mail. (He takes assignments either way: hardcopy or electronic.) I got a notice of recipt back with near-immediacy, and somewhat later, just before I set out for dinner, got the following:

Very nice! Well done. I'm going to enjoy your intelligence in the class.

Rick Bird

Happy Lunatic.

Larval-state Lunatic

Perhaps someday I'll generate my own opinions rather than listening to everybody else and echoing. I'm realizing how much of me is just mirrors and echoes to avoid pissing off those around me.

I wonder who I really am.

Leftover Monster

Too much in the fridge. I'm full. Should eat sloppy joe for lunch tomorrow, as tonight we ate Chinese (veggie chow mein, orange chicken, broccoli beef, and rice) and there are leftovers that should have been first in the queue.

Have been contributing to Votania's shopping list, as she now has to be in charge of the getting of stuffs. She should get a giggle out of one of the items on the list -- condoms, extra-large. Also on there would be shampoo and conditioner for me, a brush for the cat, a lamp for the east bathroom vanity, and similar things that normally I'd have taken care of. I guess she gets to see how a Lunatic operates, up close and personal. Silly Azzie.

Today Votania's sick, poor dear. A/C at work was broken yesterday, it seems, so she spent the whole day ducking in and out of the freezer, and -- well, I used to think that the expression "caught a chill" was an old wives' tale. Evidently some people's immune systems weren't raised in Alaska, with freezing outdoors and tropically heated indoors.

Tired Azz will nap for a while, then swap the clothes over from washer to dryer. Been a while since I've had to do laundry -- that would be the two-week trip in there, of course.

I'll see if Darkside is up for some fun tomorrow afternoon. The movie variety, of course...

Awake and alive

About that time where I have to retrieve clothes from dryer. Did dishes, put away, doing another (small but needed) load. Votania's still sick. I worry.

Darkside walks me to class, upon request. He also stays and chats, upon request. I wasn't expecting him to do either.