Historical Lunatic

I have the very vain wish to be remembered historically. Of course I'd like to do something politically, scientifically, or literarily important (in the reverse order), but if that fails...

...it's vain and silly, I know...

...but I want to be one of the primary players in one of the World's Great Romances.

I want, years from now, perfect strangers to read my journals, and instead of saying "Typical," or "What a nutjob," I want them to remark to themselves at the intensity, passion, and beauty of my eventual primary relationship.

I suspect it's one of the sorts of things that most people will grow out of. But it's just that nagging little desire at the back of my head to collect fame for something, and love is something I know I can put everything into...

oo, birthday.

Happy birthday, reichiere!

Wrist, crack

Playing Zuma for two hours when I know I have a budding wrist problem is not a smart thing to do. I did it anyway, and now I'll be paying for it. I have a random muscle twitch in my forearm, and I do need to crack my wrists.

That game is crack.

I'm still perfectly able to type, but it's the mousing that kills my wrist.

Three Cheers for McCain

Arizona Senator John McCain voted against cloture on the "Federal Marriage Amendment" -- representing me fairly and going against Republican party lines.

w00t!
w00t!
w00t!


Yes, I'm a geek...

Oooo, shiny: Book baby shower.

From laurahcory, apropos of a post of calligrafiti's -- a book shower, instead of a cutesy fluffy baby shower. Get the kid off to a good start in life by building up their library.