!! Cool Tarot Spread

http://www.livejournal.com/community/technopaganism/16105.html

The Computer spread.

[edit: damn computers in that lab are 2 hours ahead of time.]

What is emo?

I know what emo is. It's the only answer that makes sense.


It's an emu too drunk to spell itself.

Why, Gods, Why? This is why.

Fwd: 15 Things to do at Wal-Mart (from Guide Dog Aunt)

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Ah, computers...

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So this kid was reading this book, about the history of databases, and was really enthralled. Her dad comes along, and asks, "Good book?"

"Oh yes," she says. "I can't wait for the SQL."

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The days the music lived

I wove my life around CTY so long. I suppose I don't, now. Darkside dominates my dreams. But the years of CTY, or dreamed CTY, were golden and disco-ball silver and slut-red lipstick...

For the first time, I had so many potential friends, so many people as smart as me, so many people interested in the same things, able to keep up with me as I plotted. For once I had people who weren't family where I wasn't always the smartest one.

I could pick and choose.

And we had all our jokes, all our traditions, all the things we came up with that no one else knew about, that no one else found funny or cool. pyrogenic was our leader; boojum was the absent queen (I stood in her stead for many important ceremonial functions). Ali Q was a jester, a philosopher; I was a secretary; the Lady E was a lover and a poet. Gella was philosophy too, and Gertrude, more humor. Jimmy was the kid. Alice and Dave and Kathy were the old crew.

And we were together.

Trust in Snapple.
Black nail polish.
Bookstore runs.
Off meds for the weekend.
A buddy for the Hellth Center run.
Hall of Langvages.
McEeeeew!en.
The Red Pit.
The fishbowl classroom.
SPAM!!
Crossdressing (it was the Lady E's psych class that started it, and then Our Pyro continued it, 1st and 2nd weekend, 95.2.CLN)
The Book.

...When I got home from CTY, it was stepping into another world. From high-key academic fun with my best friends in the world, every instant scheduled, into the slow everyday life with no near or close friends? It broke my head, more than a little. I went into painful withdrawl, clung to my sentimental mementoes, and tried hard to realize that somewhere, somewhen, the music wasn't dead yet... even though I hadn't heard "American Pie" in months, and cried when I finally did hear it on the radio.

Shawn (that idiot) reminded me too strongly of pyrogenic. I fell for him hard, and eventually was dragged away from my frenzied longing for CTY and into a world even more strange.

But CTY lives on.

I get glimpses of it, now and again, at DeVry. There are the teachers, there are the students, there are the hilarious jokes in groups... there's the love of learning, the unspoken "Must be smarter than this to enter"... those who aren't, can't stand it, and leave.

From the past...

"Darkside's wearing a suit." --me
"Maybe you should burn the rest of his clothes." --cRon [professor]

TUNES!

votania decided it was time to upgrade the stereo. As the one we've been using is the one that my mother got me in 1996 or 1997, I agreed.

Our new stereo is an Emerson 6-CD changer, MS9600. I have it playing NIN right now. I'm happy. She's happy. After he wakes up properly and gets rid of the headahe, marxdarx will be happy too.

My own cute little stereo Odanata (the cute little Aiwa that resembles the head of a dragonfly) can return to my room.