The half remembered wild interior of an animal life

Blogathon has passed the 40K mark!

We have settled into watching Babylon 5 on DVD. One of our support crew has never seen the show so why the hell not. I'm flashing back to college. I actually never saw most of the early episodes. I began watching during the third season. Every weekend myself and a bunch of my buddies would lay claim to one of the dormitory TV lounges (the dorm rooms didn't have cable, only the lounges). The show started at 4 but as the series progressed we began showing up earlier and earlier to assure we could get control of the remote in time. The day Z'ha Dum aired, people claimed the tv at 11 am.

After the episode aired, we would go out for dinner and dissect the episode over subs. I followed the show through the rest of the story arc. I joined a mailing list of fans making this my first official step into the world of fandom.

Heehee, that Londo Mollari. What a goof.

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One of the issues residents of the settlements face is how to handle trips inside the domes. Trips are necessary to the survival of the population BUT how does one go about planning to enter a society, break all its laws, and then exit with needed supplies? Its not like the residents of the dome aren't aware of the theft. Its the same routine every time. Outsiders come in in a group with a vehicle with significant storage. As non-residents they are only permitted 2 days inside, and they are housed in barracks near the border. They purchase whatever their goods will allow them to get. After that they set out to steal whatever else they can and the government inside the dome ALWAYS knows its coming. Because of agreements with the government of the central settlements, they cannot keep trade parties out. However they can significantly limit their movement within the dome. A trade party will be transported from the barracks to a distant supplier by armed guards and given a few hours to negotiate with a shopkeeper. They are taken back to the barracks to discuss the options presented. The next day they return, again with armed guards, to purchase. The following morning they are escorted out of the dome. Factor in that by the time they have crossed the 2-3 mile cloud of toxins outside the dome, half the trade party will be sick and forced to use some of the good to purchase medicine for themselves. There's little time or space to plan any sort of raid or theft. Security is excellent and omnipresent. And yet.... each time a supply run is made, residents of the settlement manage to liberate whatever is needed. The solution of course is that each time, the plan of attack changes. The responsibility for that plan falls on someone back at the largest central and the government of the domes would like nothing more than to eliminate her.

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My brain is back on line and wants to write. It wants pledges too! http://www.blogathon.org/pledge.php?blogid=69

Unpopular Pets:

1) Binturong
2) Dingo (they may be cute but its a REALLY BAD IDEA)
3) Hippopatamus
4) Badger (badger badger badger mushroom)
5) Drama llama
6) rodent of unusual size
7) lobster
8) octopus
9) electric eel
10) Sarah Palin

Here it is, the stupid websites that are too much fun post.

virtual bubble wrap: http://www.virtual-bubblewrap.com/popnow.shtml
Overdramatic friend? people doing stupid whiny shit: http://www.dramabutton.com/
having a MOMENT? http://sadtrombone.com/
Where did everyone go??? http://www.instanttumbleweed.com/alternative/
When ordinary insults won't cut it: http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/ or http://www.mainstrike.com/mstservices/handy/insult.html

and my favorite timewasting method, http://www.pogo.com

You'll be glad to know we are not putting any dogs in soup tureens.

Thanks to the generosity of australian_joe I have surpassed my fundraising goal of $500!!!!!! I feel a second wind coming on!!!!!

Also the total for the event has surpassed $37000. I wonder, could we hit 40k? Its been going up steadily the past few hours.

I thought I'd talk about about the inspiration for the stories I posted earlier.

2 years ago I traveled to West Ireland. The trip was my 30th birthday present from my parents. I was afraid I had set myself up for failure but Ireland really IS the way they say in the brochures. If there is any place in the world where something supernatural or something out of myth exists, West Ireland would be it.

The character came to me as a 27 year old musician during a period of my life where I was rediscovering my love of music. When I explored her origins I found the Ireland connection. Kaden Shea has, as her core, the merger of my two greatest non-human loves. When I put them together I created someone who I knew could not possibly be human. The story that grew up around her was my personal take on the stolen child myth, placed in a landscape otherworldly enough that I can almost believe it could happen.

At 2 am, I think maybe it did.

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Songs about masturbation!
- She Bop
- Blister in the Sun
- Turning Japanese
- I Touch Myself
- Dancing With Myself
- Icicle
- Mirror in the Bathroom

Songs that Should Be About Masturbation (or at least are funnier if you imagine they are)
- Living on a Prayer
- Camel Walk
- In Your Eyes
- Yellow Submarine
- Ring of Fire
- The Bitter End
- Hands
- Just Can't Get Enough
- We Got the beat
- Beat It
- Naked But Safe
- Safety Dance
- Girls Just Want to Have Fun

Oddly the later it gets the more full this room gets. There are 7 of us here now, 2 bloggers as before, 2 knitters, one woman working on a paper, one playing video games on a nintendo DS and one who is "penseating" which I believe means thinking. Or making fun of bloggers. Either is possible. There has been discussion of ordering a pizza very late just because WE CAN.

There has been a knitting error of epic proportion.

One couch has been declared the couch of sanity. I disbelieve. That couch is no more sane than the rest of the house.

I'm on cup number 3 of coffee. I expect I will be mainlining for a while. I have changed into my comfy clothes for the remainder of the night.

OH shit, my head is resting on the blanket of nap. I think its safe as long as I don't pull it over me.

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slipjig has graciously provided me with the following topic: Reasons why the cell phone is the worst invention ever.

- makes it more difficult to identify the crazy people talking to themselves on the street
- allows my mother to call me any time she wants
- generated use for the phrase "someone's ass is ringing"
- Celine Dion ringtones
- created a generation of people who expect to be able to reach anyone, any time
- one more dumb thing to sell and buy at christmas
- more noise on the bus
- one more dumb thing to drop and break

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Some of you have already seen this but it is so very wonderful that it needs to appear again.





See him at the end of class to clean the erasers you ingrate.

Getting a bit personal here. This topic is complements of one of the many members of our support team currently squished into this itty bitty room.

I have a reoccurring nightmare, though I have not had it in quite some time. It showed up on a regular basis from 2001 until late 2008. The dream follows this format:

I am with someone I care about, usually someone with whom I am intimately involved. I am trying to get the person's attention or explain something to them. I speak and they do not hear me. Gradually my voice gets louder and louder. Either they do not hear me OR they do but don't care. Even though I am screaming, my voice barely makes a sound. Eventually I resort to fists. I am pounding on the person's back and they are laughing at me because while I swing my fists with my full strength either they barely tap the person's body OR the whiff through the air and never make contact.

I had variations of this dream about 5 or 6 different people and it sucks every time.

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