March 30, 2001
Oh children, I'm back on
Oh children, I'm back on my soapbox, this time in Pamie's forum. I just couldn't help myself...
Finally! After much anxiousness, my
Finally! After much anxiousness, my first real review is up at RPG.net. While there are negatives, I'm still running around screaming (on the inside, I am at work, after all).
Isnít Tribe 8 the game famous for its NPC characterisation and intricate stories? Don't these tales touch archetypal, primal memories in the human experience? Are they as interesting and moving as Shakespeare or Milton? Well, yes, they are all of those things, and they work exceedingly well as fiction.Shakespeare. He compared me to Shakespeare. I mean, I know that's where my stories came from, but still. My god!
March 29, 2001
Heh. I always thought of
Heh. I always thought of selkies as such delicate, lovely creatures.
My lit paper is done,
My lit paper is done, and done fairly well, I think, after a few helpful hints from a former English TA we all know and love. It's been so long since I've done a lit paper, I felt like I was quoting too much, when in fact I hadn't quoted enough.
My government midterm is not so well-studied-for, but I'm chilling out about that. I'll do what I can during work this morning. Beyond that, my average in the class is a freaking 100. I can stand to screw up one test. (Why yes, I have stopped caring a little bit. Defense mechanism.)
The Caption This! contest is still running, and will until sometime this weekend. Go, be clever. Make me laugh.
March 27, 2001
I'm goin' to California, I'm
I'm goin' to California, I'm goin' to California... Just what I needed to brighten a cruddy week. I bought my tickets. I'll be in sunny SoCal from April 27th to May 6th. Woo! Now, to figure how I'm going to get to the airport...
Well, the firstname.lastname@example.org email address
Well, the email@example.com email address seems to be working again. Hooray. There are some great responses to the 'Caption This!' contest below. I dunno how I'm going to decide! It's still open, y'all. I'll probably accept entries until this weekend.
On the other hand, I might be dead by this weekend, if this stress keeps up. Keep me in your happy thoughts tomorrow and Thursday, y'all. Three major deadlines converging on my pretty little head.
March 26, 2001
I am having endless problems
I am having endless problems with email at the moment. If you really need to get in touch with me via email right now, the best address to use is firstname.lastname@example.org. Grar.
March 25, 2001
I meant to share yesterday's
I meant to share yesterday's highlight as well: Lisa in Pizza Hut's parking lot, drawn into a bit of unexpected live action roleplay. During a discussion of which god my D&D character now follows (the good god of air or the evil god of water), she/I jumped up and down and exclaimed, "I'm not evil!" Pointing at Alex (whose character is a paladin of the good god), "Besides, you swore to follow the evil god too!"
Meanwhile, a little old man was getting out of his car to go pick up his pizza... I'm honestly surprised he followed us in.
Oh. The adorable munchkin below
Oh. The adorable munchkin below is, of course, Alex and Heidi's little boy, Joshua. The owner of the hand will remain anonymous so as not to be incriminated. It's not me though, that much I will say.
Well, I thought about it,
Well, I thought about it, and I couldn't resist...
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March 23, 2001
ImperfectBusybusybusy me! It's funny, back when I was in school before, I really resented times when I was particularly stressed and busy. Now I'm almost thriving on it, mostly because the things I'm busy with are things that I want to be doing. (So the logical question would be "Why aren't you doing it instead of writing a journal entry?" Yeahyeah.)
A few weeks ago, I was taken with an urge to write my old therapist, the one I'd seen for several years when I first was getting divorced. She called this week, and after a brief conversation, I made an appointment to see her this morning. It's funny, but I really missed talking to her. I caught her up on a lot of things that have been going on with me, all the changes that have taken place. I talked a lot about school, writing, living at home... starting to see patterns in who am I and where I've been.
I confessed something that I've never written here, something that I don't know that I've ever even really talked about to anyone. What I'm about to say will probably gain plenty of eyes rolling at me. Some folks might even want to come smack me upside the head. I've talked about doing well this semester in school, but not about how well. The honest truth is that I haven't had a single grade that was below 100% on anything. I feel squirmy just typing that, like it's something to be ashamed of. The problem is, I still don't feel completely happy with my grades. Why? Well, for one thing, I still always got something wrong -- there was just usually a curve or an extra credit question to make up for it. In the case of my paper, the professor argued with me in the notes, which made me feel "wrong". Nothing has been PERFECT. Also, a part of my brain panics. When I got my paper and midterm back yesterday, my first thought was, "I can't keep this up. I'm going to screw up eventually."
Nothing is quite good enough, no matter how good it is. Perfectionism has always been a problem for me, a problem I didn't even see until I started therapy. In fact, I remember quite clearly during my first session with Nancy, when she told me I was a perfectionist. I laughed at her. "I'm too much of a slob to be a perfectionist. I'm too lazy." But the fact is, I am. When you get 103% on a midterm then spend time fretting about the one question you missed, that's a sign that something is way off-kilter in your head. Something is definitely way off-kilter in my head in that respect, and school seems to trigger the worst of it. I feel like I sound like a smarmy little thing, and I'm probably absolutely undeserving of sympathy in any way, shape, or form, but trust me. This isn't fun. Especially since I'm aware of how unfounded in reality those feelings of inadequacy are. I just can't make them go away.
I talked to her about going to grad school. The more I think about this, the more excited I am. The difficulty is that for a lot of very complex reasons, my mom is against it. She thinks I should just finish my bachelors degree and settle down and start my life for real, whatever that means. She thinks that grad school is a waste of time and money when I can get a perfectly good job with a BA. She thinks... finally Nancy stopped me in the middle of that litany and asked, "What do you think about it?" I think it's the best idea I've ever had. I think teaching college is the elusive it. I think I was meant to do this. My mom and I have a very different philosophy about life. I'm a head-in-the-clouds creative type, and she's so practical and down to earth. Maybe a little too practical, I don't know. I wonder sometimes if she has room for dreams anymore. She'd probably say she's too old to dream.
Everything else aside, if I don't stop weirding out over my grades, I'll never last long enough to finish grad school.
March 22, 2001
Reason #238 Why Lisa Should
Reason #238 Why Lisa Should Not Eat Messy Food in the Morning:
McDonald's pancakes sounded really tempting this morning. They were tasty. However, I somehow managed to drag the ends of my hair through pancake syrup. I guess I really do have long hair.
March 21, 2001
Sleep Deprived Ramblings? Who Me?Let's see, I have about 3,000 to 4,000 words more to write on Adrift (the Tribe 8 book, Adrift on the River of Dream) by Sunday. At some point soon I'm going to do my first edit of everything we've all written so far. I have a paper due a week from tomorrow for my lit class that I haven't started yet -- another 2,000 to 3,000 words. (Good god. When did I start thinking in terms of word count? Oy.) Somewhere between now and Friday I have to finish my self-review for work as well (see the year ago link at the bottom for my feelings on that subject). So what am I doing? Writing a journal entry! I think I need to add a "Procrastinating on" feature to the sidebar.
I've managed pretty well all semester -- very well, actually -- in terms of getting homework done and going to class and such. But damn. The past couple weeks it's been a struggle. I know that's partly because of the book deadline, and partly because I've been a goober and staying up too late online, and partly because of spring fever (again, look at the year ago link). I'm so ready for a vacation. I have a week between winter semester and spring semester, which I'm planning on taking off from work as well. The only question right now is if I'm going out to California during that week and for how much of that week. The way I feel right now, I could just as easily sleep for an entire week.
This morning I was nearing rock bottom. Crawling out of bed and getting ready for work was almost physically painful. Compounding this was the fact that my mom has the rest of the week off and was still asleep. At least I've quit dreaming about English royalty. I have, however, started dreaming about ex-boyfriends again, so I'm not certain this is an improvement.
I've written an awful lot about how music gets associated with different events in my life. There's a strong connection for me between memory and music. Since I spend so much time on the computer, and since I often listen to music while I'm on the computer, it's probably no great surprise that certain songs are linked with certain events and periods of time I've spent online. I've started listening to yesterday's song, "Spark", again, only to realize that it reminds of the spring I first started MUSHing seriously -- god, three years ago, now. This was back when I first found myself staying up all night to hang out with the likes of Brand and Mo and James. I can vividly remember one morning when I hadn't gone to bed at all, stumbling around trying to get ready for work while still typing messages, listening to the CD I'd put on repeat somewhere around 4 in the morning. "Spark" was playing, with its hookline "6:58 are you sure where your spark is", and I noticed that it was 6:58. Silly cross-connection, but now I can't hear the song without remembering that whole first spring.
Other songs have similar connections. Almost anything by Sisters of Mercy makes me think of the very first MUSH I was on, City of Darkness, back in 1994. It was also a World of Darkness MUSH. I played a mortal named Angelique. The same person who introduced me to MUSHing also sent me the mix tape with the Sisters on it, and I'd listen to it incessantly while I prowled the virtual streets of Manchester, England. Some Tori Amos songs, older ones, have the same effect, because she was on the flip side of the tape. Of course, Angelique is still around... only since her melodrama-drenched days in Manchester she's changed quite a bit, no longer mortal, instead she's a satyr in Seattle, and she's annoying my Changeling players. Or one of them, at least. Heehee!
In more slightly recent MUSHing history, "Name" by the Goo-Goo Dolls is linked with the beginning of the end of the Plot That Ate Emerald Dreams -- I should really post those scene logs. It's covered briefly in Jake's history. That song was playing from Ryan's car radio as Jake broke up with him, thinking that was the end of things. Hah. I have entire playlists dedicated to certain characters. I've made mix CDs made up of character songs. Yes, I probably need help.
I think I'm off to stare blankly at my computer s'more. It's a toss up as to whether I'll get to bed before midnight tonight.
March 20, 2001
[Public] Purity says, "Why do
[Public] Purity says, "Why do little tiny women feel the need to drive huge SUVs? This woman in the parking lot outside my window must be 3'4", I swear. Yet, this thing she just crawled into looks like it could mow down Soviet barricades."
[Public] Purity is serious!
[Public] I Am Your Fate shrieks, "Take that, you Commie scum!"
[Public] Purity says, "Vrrrom! C'mon kids, we have to get through the wall before Soccer practice!"
[Public] I Am Your Fate says, "But Moooooom, I don't wanna use the Uzi! Billy always gets the AK-47!"
Hooray for spring and pretty
Hooray for spring and pretty spring pictures! Yeah, I know. Michigan. Snow on the ground. We're due for another ice storm before the end of April. But still. Spring! All of the spring-y pictures were taken last year at the Tulsa International Airport.
Status ReportWell, it's the first day of spring, and there's still snow on the ground here in Michigan. Situation normal.
It's only Tuesday, and I'm exhausted and ready for a weekend. Situation normal.
Actually, the exhaustion is my own fault. (Surprise!) After a period of time where most of my "online" friends seemed to have vanished, we seem to be hanging around a lot again, and even roleplaying again. While this is marvelous fun, it also means (damn the California contingent!) that I'm staying up until 2 and 3 in the morning. I have a couple new characters, and dusted off a couple of old ones, and I'm back to puzzling out what the hell these fictional creations of mine are up to. This is the fun part, figuring out character dynamics between different characters, and trying to figure out who these people are. Remember Samantha ? I'm finally getting to play her somewhere. (Note to self: update the MUSH page...)
School is going remarkably well. I can't believe there's only a month left in the semester. I've only gotten one grade back (Government midterm), but I'm waiting to hear about my Government paper, my Literature midterm, and my Literature journal. I'm not horribly worried. At the risk of jinxing myself, I may ( may! , she says to the fickle finger of Fate) manage a 4.0 this semester. If so, it'll be the first ever for me. I'll be registering for spring and summer and fall classes in the next couple of weeks.
And... writing. Wow. I realized I never really wrote much here about finally getting my copies of Harvest of Thorns , aside from a short blurb in the blog . I got them two weeks ago, actually, during spring break. I came home from work and saw the package in the driveway. I scooped it up and ran into the house to my room and tore into the package before I could even sit down. There they were, thirteen copies of a book I wrote . My hands started to shake as I read the note the editor had put in the package, congratulating me and apologizing for the typo on the spine (it says "Harvest of Torns"). I pulled the first copy of the book and just looked at the cover -- and realized I couldn't open it.
I grabbed the phone and called Brand and said, "Guess what I'm holding?" Well okay, that question was a no-brainer. So, with my co-author listening in, I finally opened the book up, and there on the inside were our names. Spelled right and everything! It should be no surprise to anyone that I nearly cried when I turned the page and saw the words of Brand's opening chapter (he wrote chapters 1, 6 and 7, then part of 5) there in print. I've been looking at it on my computer screen for so long! Then we got to chapter two, and there were my words. Mine . I started to babble then -- well okay, that's not when I started, but I did get more incoherent. We went through the entire book page by page, with me telling him about the layout and describing the artwork to him. I later took digital pictures of all of the artwork to show to him.
It was amazing. It gave me such a creative boost that I've been writing like a fiend since then. I finished and submitted a story for a local magazine contest, and on Sunday finished all of my "in character" sections for the Tribe 8 book that Brand, Josh, Mo and I are writing (lord, I need to update my people section too). In terms of the game line itself, this book is a biggie. Harvest was a small one, the equivalent of a D&D adventure module. The book we're working on now is a sourcebook for the entire spiritual world -- and spirituality is a huge aspect of T8. Like most T8 books, the first half to two-thirds is in character narrative, and the rest is more technical game explanations and rules and such. We've finished the in character stuff -- and damn. Considering that four people were all writing different points of view of a story independently of one another, it's very coherent. And it's a damn good story. (I can say that without bragging -- I didn't plot the story. Hee.)
And... plans are in the works for a second book similar to Harvest . I can't remember if I've mentioned that or not. This one will be just me. At least, that's the plan. I've reached the point where I can no longer imagine me without some sort of writing project to work on, whether I work on it every day or not.
Finally (last but not least), a baby update. Dawn's due date is vacillating between April 7th and April 15th. She and baby Justin (yup, it's a Justin!) are both doing well, but because of some problems with sudden high blood pressure, Dawn's on bedrest until she has the baby. While she feels fine, it's tough, because they've had one house catastrophe after another recently, and things aren't ready for Justin yet. Her doctors are still considering inducing labor -- which means I'm on alert. I've started carrying my cell phone around, and I'm wondering if I'm going to get the call in the middle of the night or during class or during work or... hee. This is all very exciting.
March 16, 2001
It's poetry time with Brand
It's poetry time with Brand and Laura and Lisa!
Ruth says "Oh yeah, she's one bright star there in the sky."Or, alternately:
Ruth says "In that not really, that was just a joke sort of way."
The Seed says "In that "Bright Star, I'm glad I'm not as fuck stupid as you are" type way?"
The Seed makes with the Keats quoting.
Ruth can't say as she read the Keats poem with 'Fuck' in it.
Fate corrects: "fuck stupid".
The Seed says "Oh all his poems have "fuck" in it -- just that the censors of his day took them out. You have to get the originals to see the fucking."
Ruth says "Isn't that always the way it is."
The Seed says "Like, "A thing of beauty is a fucking joy forever, it's fucking loveliness doth forever fucking increase...""
The Seed says "Or, "That wast not born for death immortal bird, No fucking generations fuck you down...""
The Seed says "And my personal favorite, "Silence and Fucking Time.""
Fate laughs at Ruth. :)
Ruth laughs at Silence and Fucking Time, personally. ;)
The Seed says "Yeats too liked the word Fuck. Something I plan to show when playing William."
The Seed says "Come away, oh fucking child, to the waters and the wild. With a faerie hand in hand, to a world more full of fucking than you can understand."
Ruth says "Fucking child and faerie hand in hand just dredge up all the wrong pictures."
Fate nods sagely, "Obviously, he was familiar with MUSH faeries."
The Seed says "Things fall apart, the center cannot hold/Mere fucking is unleashed upon the world/The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is fucked/The best lack all fucking conviction, while the worst fuck each other a lot."
March 15, 2001
Look! It's my very first
Look! It's my very first review. It's, uh, lukewarm. Yay for thick skins.
Last night (Henry VI, Part
Last night (Henry VI, Part 3) was even better than the first. Tonight (Richard III) is going to be absolutely astounding, because the actor who plays Richard is phenomenal. I have never seen anyone in such utter control of an audience. During his soliloquies last night, nobody so much as breathed unless he allowed it.
I am amazed at how graphically violent a play can be. There have been body parts flying at each performance. (For the curious, last night was a sickeningly realistic tongue. I heard and saw it hit the stage. Ugh.) Last night, the first three acts were so bloody they had to mop the stage during intermission. I found that immensely funny.
There is so much symbolism going on in these productions, so many cinematic touches, I'm really hoping they videotape this series for PBS or something.
March 14, 2001
Wherein Geekiness of Great Magnitude is RevealedI am in total awe. Last night was the first night of the cycle of Shakespearean histories I'm going to see this week, put on by the Royal Shakespeare Company. The RSC. In Ann Arbor. Y'all, that blows my mind. The last time the RSC even came to Michigan, according to the program, was 1913. I didn't realize the magnitude of what they're doing until last night. The four plays (which they're presenting a total of three times each) are the second set of plays in a series called This England: The Histories. Starting last fall, the RSC produced the first set, Richard II, Henry IV, Parts One and Two, and Henry V. The second set consists of Henry VI, Part 1 (which I saw last night, not IV, which I goofed in the blog), Henry VI, Part 2 (the matinee today), Henry VI, Part 3 (tonight's play), and Richard III (tomorrow night). The coolest thing about it is that all eight plays are cast from the same company, so, for example, the actor playing Prince Hal in Henry IV went on to play Henry V. It's brilliant, really.
I should give some background information. First, I have been a Shakespeare freak from an early age. And I mean early. I first tried to read Hamlet when I was nine years old. I did a book report on Othello when I was twelve. In high school drama classes, if I had a choice of scenes to pick from, I'd pick something Shakespearean -- assuming my partner didn't object overstrenuously. Also, in those burning high school days, when I dreamed of being an Actress (note the seriousness of the capital letter there), the Royal Shakespeare Company was my highest ambition. What could be better than to spend my days and nights acting out the parts of Lady Macbeth, the Nurse from Romeo and Juliet, Beatrice? Further, one of my greatest heroes in middle school was Joan of Arc. I'd found her biography in the library and was fascinated by her.
However, although I adored Shakespearean comedy and tragedy, I avoided the histories. It slipped my attention that Shakespeare had immortalized Joan of Arc in a play! Why did no one tell me this? Henry VI, Part 1 is largely about the end of the Hundred Years' War, and Joan plays a sizable role in it. I didn't find that out until I got to the theatre and saw my program. The interesting thing, of course, is that this was a very English production of a very English play, so the French were presented as foppish buffoons, and Joan, who starts out as the Maid of Orleans, ends up the Whore of Babylon. That's probably what I found the most fascinating. When she first appears, her costume is the expected white linen tunic. She wears it for the remainder of the play -- except that has the war goes on, it slowly becomes more stained and worn about the hem. Likewise, by the end of the play, the girl who swore to the Dauphin that she was sent by the Virgin Mary apparently sleeps with the entire French court, bewitches one man, at least, to leave king and country to join the French, and ends up offering her soul to demons if they will rescue her from the English.
The humor verged on shocking and disturbing at times. After a French victory (Rouen, I think? It was after Orleans), one of the English Dukes (Bedford) enters the stage, obviously badly wounded. While the English debate what to do next, the French taunt them from the battlements (my brain insists on adding "Go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a!" I swear, Monty Python got their inspiration from this scene). Joan, in fact, taunts the Duke of Bedford -- who, we realize, has lost an arm -- by waving his own arm at him. It was a funny bit, but disturbing as hell. By the time she burns at the stake, even I was ready to see her go.
It's worth mentioning, all of the above was just one of the many subplots. This was honestly one of the most complicated, convoluted plays I've ever seen. It also traced the beginnings of the War of the Roses (the civil war between the Houses of York and Lancaster) and numerous political rivalries. I know there's a lot of stuff I missed, and I have a feeling I'm going to end up reading the play in the near future.
The production itself was utterly amazing. I've seen Shakespeare performed many times, and have been in a few performances myself, but this... this blew absolutely everything so far out of the water it's not even funny. True to Shakespearean convention, the stage is amazingly bare, with trapdoors and ladders and balconies all over the place, as well as ramps and stairs leading off into the audience. The only real set is a large set of metal double doors upstage, with a balcony above them, serving as various city gates and battlements. The costumes were an interesting mix of Elizabethan-tinged modern. Henry VI is in full Elizabethan kingly regalia, while Talbot and his soldiers are reminiscent of World War I. There were so many subtle things going on, I don't have the words to describe how amazing it was.
The actress who played Joan la Pucelle, Fiona Bell, was utterly astounding. She carries off the show right from under the nose of all the other more "major" characters. Interestingly enough, not five minutes after Joan's death, Ms. Bell reappears onstage as Margaret of Anjou, who marries Henry VI between Part 1 and Part 2 and becomes Queen of England. Remembering what a pain in the ass Margaret ended up being to the kings that succeeded Henry VI, and as there were definitely several other actresses available in the company to play the role, I doubt that casting decision was an accident. I love that sort of thing. The thing about Shakespeare is that there's so little in the way of stage direction and setting description, that the words and plot themselves almost end up as a blank canvas for the director to fill in as he or she sees fit. While that has led to some atrocious productions (Much Ado About Nothing as a '50s sitcom), it's also led to some seriously inspired work. It makes me want to try and direct again, or at least to act again. Alas.
Furthermore, I am never going to the theatre with a friend ever again. You may remember when I saw Rent last November that I bought a ticket by myself and managed to get the most amazing seat. I just heard about the RSC performing in Ann Arbor about a week ago. I finally got off my butt and called Monday to see about tickets. Because I only needed one ticket, there was one left -- in the front row. I could reach out and practically touch the stage. During curtain call, the actor playing King Henry caught my eye and smiled at me as he was walking offstage. How cool is that? I'm as far right as I can get, but the way the plays are staged, it's practically theatre in the round. I mean, there are people sitting on stage for crying out loud. My seatmates and I were joking about getting hit by spit and stage blood, of which there was plenty last night.
All in all, it was an amazing experience. I've always had a sort of interest in that period of English history, now it's been revived all over again. I'm looking forward to the rest of the performances. If you have read this far, you are either a theatre geek, a history geek, or a literature geek (or any combination thereof), or you're my mother. ;-)
March 12, 2001
On an unrelated note, if
On an unrelated note, if I hear one more conversation about what one coworker is going to do to do fix up another coworker's hair, I'm going to cut my ears off. Dave, if you're reading this, please, PLEASE, give them their instant messenging programs back so I don't have to keep listening to this drivel. They're still not getting their work done, even without the net, but now I have to listen to them not getting their work done.
I have my plans for
I have my plans for the week all taken care of. Four Shakespearean histories performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company. Yeah. That RSC. I'm so geeked -- in the truest sense of the word. My inner theatre geek is having multiple orgasms.
Unfortunately, I'm only going to be able to see three of the plays, because one of them is a matinee and there's no way I can get away to go see it. But, for the record, the lineup is: Henry IV, Part 1 tomorrow night at 8pm, Henry IV, Part 2 Wednesday at 3pm, Henry IV, Part 3 Wednesday at 8pm, and Richard III Thursday at 8pm.
I'd originally talked about trying to get together with Shelly (whose journal URL -- now sadly discontinued -- I can't find) and going to Richard III but it turns out they're not selling single play tickets until an hour before the show.
But! I'm going to what I can. I imagine a real entry might come out of it, too.
March 11, 2001
I'm having a bitch of
I'm having a bitch of a time focusing enough to write today. Can I blame my new chair? It's comfy, but damn it, it's unfamiliar, so I keep focusing on the chair rather than on writing. Grar.
Note to aspiring authors: don't buy a new chair one week before a deadline.
March 09, 2001
Since I'm being linkalicious tonight...
Since I'm being linkalicious tonight... I'm excited about this:
Oh yeah. I have a
Oh yeah. I have a new chair! It's a scary chair. Through some serious inventory evacuating at my mom's company (office supplies, natch), I managed to get my hands on a chair that retails for $1450 for about $80. $1450. I'm telling y'all right now. This is a comfy chair, but if I was going to spend $1450 on a CHAIR, the damn thing had better be doin' some of my work for me.
Scandal rocks the misinformer.com online
Scandal rocks the misinformer.com online karaoke contest!
Don't forget the karaoke contest,
Don't forget the karaoke contest, y'all. Go vote. No, I mean, go vote for me, jeez. And if you want to read some seriously funny smack talkin' between most of the contestants, go here. Just remember: a vote for Lisa Nichols is like a vote against, er, really popular webgoddess types. ;)
March 07, 2001
I found out that it
I found out that it is actually okay for me to post this, so I am. This is probably my second favorite picture from the book. (The first favorite is just too big and came out too fuzzy to post.)
This is one of the main characters, Colette, during her trial at which she was thrown out of her home. Wow. Someone actually drew pictures based on what I wrote. That's... wow.
March 06, 2001
Just another night MUSHing...Technosmith does
Just another night MUSHing...
Technosmith does not want to SEE this:I suppose I should post a key somewhere, so folks know who's who by their MUSH aliases...
Her curves protest against the tight fitting material making it necissary to keep the zipper down her front loosened and exposing the delicious tops of mocha colored cleavage.Ruth saw that on someone. Rivah?
Fate says "Male player."
Fate says "Has to be."
Fate says "Do you know /any/ woman who would think that tight clothing means you /have/ to lower the zipper to show off your "delicious" cleavage? :P"
Technosmith laughs a lot, in fact.
Ruth knows she's always unzipping herself because her cleavage is just too delicious to keep all to herself.
Ruth says "Oh, wait."
Fate gets the giggles badly.
Technosmith doesn't want to think of Dog Pooka TS. Bad bad bad.
Fate . o O (Damn. I'm just too hot. This cleavage is too delicious to keep to myself. I'd better unzip my shirt, and share it with everybody!)
Technosmith has disconnected.
Fate scared him.
Ruth says "His computer died. It just couldn't handle such delicious cleavage."
Fate says "A really generous character would go around offering to share. 'Want some cleavage? It's delicious!'"
Fate says "Mocha, even!"
I got it, I got
I got it, I got it, I got it! I got home from taking Max to the vet this afternoon (more on that, probably in an entry tomorrow), and waiting on my doorstep were twelve spanking new author's copies of Harvest of Thorns. I'm so geeked. They look wonderful. Yay!
March 05, 2001
It was T.S. Eliot who
It was T.S. Eliot who said "April is the cruelest month." T.S. Eliot obviously never lived in Michigan in March. Subzero windchills today, after warm, bright, springlike sunshine all weekend.
The world's second online karaoke
The world's second online karaoke contest is here. I entered. Go listen. Mock mercilessly! (My competitors, I mean, not me!)
March 04, 2001
A Sunday morning conversation about
A Sunday morning conversation about this news item:
The Seed says "Then there is the picture of the Buddhist monk beating a flaming effigy of the leader of Pakistan. Yeah dude, way to stay out of politics, ascend the self, and find nirvana..."
Fate would probably do the same, if someone were burning my sacred images.
Fate says "And using rockets on them."
The Seed says "Hey, I'm a monk. I'm supposed to dedicate my life to silencing all internal thought and attaining utter stillness. In return for this valuble service to the community (sitting on my ass being the valuable service) the people around me clothe me, feed me, and give me nice things -- cause they hope than 20 lifetimes from now they can be a monk and sit around on thier ass. Now I'm gonna totally go against everything my religion stands for and beat that booty with a stick..."
The Seed finds it ironic that this act of desecration would actually please the Buddha to no end.
Fate says "It would?"
The Seed says "You know, that whole "no gods, no priests, no images" thing...."
Fate says "This is true..."
The Seed says "Sidhartha's ultimate message was, "No one and nothing can give this to you. You have to walk the hard road, and in the end you do it alone." Then he dies and they steal his bones and make them into magical rings that if you stuff them into your nose as you're dying you go straight to Nirvana..."
Fate says "People always want a shortcut."
Fate says "And they always want something magical about their beliefs."
The Seed says "I have to think that he and Christ get together sometimes and are like, "Yo, Jesse, those people paying attention yet?" "Naw, Sid, they ain't got no skills. They dis all over my groove." "Amen Brother, I hear that. They make me look fat in all the statues, then shoot them with rockets..."
March 03, 2001
Good Saturday. I got lots
Good Saturday. I got lots of writing done on the Tribe 8 project, which I'll edit tomorrow. Did some of my laundry, so I have fresh clean sheets under my bum at the moment. Roleplayed like mad last night, which is also the plan for tonight as well, if anyone ever comes around. New MUSH, new(ish) characters. What fun.
March 02, 2001
Okay, whoever keeps coming here
Okay, whoever keeps coming here looking for naked pictures of Brendan Fraser, quit it already. I don't have any, no matter how many times you search!
March 01, 2001
Every Day is Fat TuesdayLent has always been this fascinating, mysterious season for me. Sometime when I was in middle school, I think, I first started to understand the concept, and for that time between Ash Wednesday and Easter, folks gave up something. I remember asking my mother about it once, and she said, "Oh, Lent is something the Catholics do, not us." It's not that my mother (or more accurately, the church in which I was raised) was prejudiced against Catholics in particular -- they thought that everybody else was going to Hell.
I remember being vastly disappointed, because the Church of Christ didn't have any cool holidays. Heck, they didn't really even celebrate Christmas or Easter as a congregation, because both were too commercial (and because neither holiday is in the Bible, y'see). When I got older, and started searching for some sort of spiritual tradition I could believe in and relate to, one of the biggest things I explored were holidays. Pagan holidays -- I've been a part of Ostara (speaking of Easter), Samhain, Lughnasa celebrations, taking something away from each of them. And every year, I come back to Lent. What shall I give up for Lent this year? I always ask myself. And every year, I decide not to give up anything.
I admit that I don't understand a lot of the theology behind Ash Wednesday or Lent; it's not something I've ever looked into. However, it does have a meaning to me, of a time set aside each year, not to give up a bad habit like a New Year's Resolution, but to willingly sacrifice something for a spiritual reason, like fasting. I suppose I've never given anything up because I've never been able to form any sort of spiritual goals. That's ironic, because I do consider myself a spiritual person, but my actual beliefs are still hazy. I suppose I just don't feel a burning need to trap theological truths and dose them with formaldehyde so they stay still and perfectly pinned inside me. I did that for so long while I was growing up. So I learn from a broad range of things, but don't commit to any one path. Maybe that is my path, I don't know.
So anyway, no, I'm not giving anything up for Lent.