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Ups and downs.
Mar. 3rd, 2009 11:10 amSo I got an A on my first bio exam. Yes.
And an A- on my second compsci program. FUCK yes. (Hehe, now that Beth is all grown up I don't have to censor this journal anymore!)
TAKE THAT, ANXIETY!
On the downside, I can't seem to eat lunch anymore. I eat what I can, but I'm just not hungry. It's either stress or just eating lunch too soon after breakfast, I think. Still, for someone my size, skipping lunch is not healthy. If I drop more than two or three pounds, I will get very, very sick.
Don't worry though, I'm sure I'll be back to eating everything in sight and actually gaining weight for once in my life soon. I've got a package of oatmeal raisin cookies (hey, it's... kind of healthy) in my backpack right now in case I get hungry. I'll let y'all know how I feel later.
In the meanwhile, I GOT AN A ON MY FIRST BIO EXAM. FUCK YES.
And an A- on my second compsci program. FUCK yes. (Hehe, now that Beth is all grown up I don't have to censor this journal anymore!)
TAKE THAT, ANXIETY!
On the downside, I can't seem to eat lunch anymore. I eat what I can, but I'm just not hungry. It's either stress or just eating lunch too soon after breakfast, I think. Still, for someone my size, skipping lunch is not healthy. If I drop more than two or three pounds, I will get very, very sick.
Don't worry though, I'm sure I'll be back to eating everything in sight and actually gaining weight for once in my life soon. I've got a package of oatmeal raisin cookies (hey, it's... kind of healthy) in my backpack right now in case I get hungry. I'll let y'all know how I feel later.
In the meanwhile, I GOT AN A ON MY FIRST BIO EXAM. FUCK YES.
Two dreams.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 04:17 pmI figured I should record these since my dreams have just been so goddamned weird lately.
Dream 1: Autor and His Obsessive Love
The first thing I remember about this dream is being in a huge library with my parents. I knew two things at this point: the library was inside a mansion, and we had to escape or something bad would happen. My parents seemed to agree with these implicit statements, so we wandered around for awhile without speaking until we came upon a shelf with a little speaker nestled among the books. The speaker crackled to life with a male voice, and at that moment I knew something else: it was the voice of Autor from Princess Tutu.
Don't ask how I managed to figure that out.
Autor informed us that he needed someone to record these huge anthologies of short stories he had compiled in a logbook, though he was not so kind as to explain why he couldn't do it himself. I don't think he said this, but somehow I knew that if I refused he would have my parents killed. I went (or was taken, I don't remember) to a small office with a desk and a lot of bookshelves containing either books or plastic binders, and started rummaging through the books for whatever Autor might have compiled. For some reason I am not prepared to explain, his name was on the binding of the books. Maybe he had written all those stories, I don't know. His last name, by the way, was Clooney.
No, I'm not making this up.
Anyway, I guess I must have gotten sick of that, because the next thing I remember is walking through my grandmother's house (where my grandmother, aunt, uncle and cousin were watching TV) and out into her backyard. Then I realized that Autor was only holding me captive in my grandmother's house because he was madly in love with me, and somehow decided that if I kissed him he might let me go. I went back into the house to find one of the little communicator thingies to call him, when I thought: how do I know he's going to be near a speaker and hear me? Oh right, Autor is terminally ill, he can't get out of bed. And then I woke up wondering how the hell I decided that Autor was terminally ill. I think I must have been omniscient in this dream or something.
Dream 2: Anti-Anxiety Pills and Jesus
This dream began in a doctor's office inside an empty shopping mall, closed off from the rest of the mall by surgical-green curtains. The doctor told me that I had an anxiety disorder and that he was going to give me pills for it. He showed me a red pill and explained that I should take one whenever I felt like I needed it, because that is totally how anti-anxiety medication works and stuff. I was given a prescription bottle full of pills and left the office with my parents.
Shortly afterward, I started to get stressed out for no reason, and popped open the bottle of pills. The pills are very vivid in my memory for some reason: they were light green, the same color as my Prozac pills are in real life, only they were round and had a groove across the diameter. Obviously he had given me the wrong kind of pills, so I called to ask, but there was no answer. Great, the crazy doctor who works in a mall just gave me pills and I have no idea what they are. Do I take them or not?
Apparently not, because the next thing I remember I was driving toward the mall in my parents' car.
Driving in the dream was really hard for some reason. The car was going really fast and wouldn't brake as well as it does in real life, and it didn't respond well to the steering wheel. As a result, I couldn't turn in time, and kept missing the entrance to the mall parking lot. Then I crashed the car, only it wasn't me anymore, it was some other person who was driving me. I did not know who this person was, but I knew he was dead. I also didn't seem to mind, because I could get out of the car and isn't that all that matters?
A very nice female police officer came up and started going through the driver's and my combined belongings in a shopping cart. She also did not seem very upset that someone had just crashed his car and died. She started blathering on about Lent and how nice it is to return to tradition and be told what to do, which was exactly as creepy as it sounds, but at the time I just remember being annoyed. Then a small, blonde child showed up and I knew he was Jesus.
That's right. A child appeared and without being told I knew he was Jesus.
"He says I'm going to die," the policewoman informed me, without the slightest trace of emotion.
"Why is she going to die?" I asked the boy, with a growing sense of horror.
The last thing I remember is the boy laughing exactly as a normal child would. "I don't know," he giggled. "Who do you think I am, Jesus? I don't know."
Dream 1: Autor and His Obsessive Love
The first thing I remember about this dream is being in a huge library with my parents. I knew two things at this point: the library was inside a mansion, and we had to escape or something bad would happen. My parents seemed to agree with these implicit statements, so we wandered around for awhile without speaking until we came upon a shelf with a little speaker nestled among the books. The speaker crackled to life with a male voice, and at that moment I knew something else: it was the voice of Autor from Princess Tutu.
Don't ask how I managed to figure that out.
Autor informed us that he needed someone to record these huge anthologies of short stories he had compiled in a logbook, though he was not so kind as to explain why he couldn't do it himself. I don't think he said this, but somehow I knew that if I refused he would have my parents killed. I went (or was taken, I don't remember) to a small office with a desk and a lot of bookshelves containing either books or plastic binders, and started rummaging through the books for whatever Autor might have compiled. For some reason I am not prepared to explain, his name was on the binding of the books. Maybe he had written all those stories, I don't know. His last name, by the way, was Clooney.
No, I'm not making this up.
Anyway, I guess I must have gotten sick of that, because the next thing I remember is walking through my grandmother's house (where my grandmother, aunt, uncle and cousin were watching TV) and out into her backyard. Then I realized that Autor was only holding me captive in my grandmother's house because he was madly in love with me, and somehow decided that if I kissed him he might let me go. I went back into the house to find one of the little communicator thingies to call him, when I thought: how do I know he's going to be near a speaker and hear me? Oh right, Autor is terminally ill, he can't get out of bed. And then I woke up wondering how the hell I decided that Autor was terminally ill. I think I must have been omniscient in this dream or something.
Dream 2: Anti-Anxiety Pills and Jesus
This dream began in a doctor's office inside an empty shopping mall, closed off from the rest of the mall by surgical-green curtains. The doctor told me that I had an anxiety disorder and that he was going to give me pills for it. He showed me a red pill and explained that I should take one whenever I felt like I needed it, because that is totally how anti-anxiety medication works and stuff. I was given a prescription bottle full of pills and left the office with my parents.
Shortly afterward, I started to get stressed out for no reason, and popped open the bottle of pills. The pills are very vivid in my memory for some reason: they were light green, the same color as my Prozac pills are in real life, only they were round and had a groove across the diameter. Obviously he had given me the wrong kind of pills, so I called to ask, but there was no answer. Great, the crazy doctor who works in a mall just gave me pills and I have no idea what they are. Do I take them or not?
Apparently not, because the next thing I remember I was driving toward the mall in my parents' car.
Driving in the dream was really hard for some reason. The car was going really fast and wouldn't brake as well as it does in real life, and it didn't respond well to the steering wheel. As a result, I couldn't turn in time, and kept missing the entrance to the mall parking lot. Then I crashed the car, only it wasn't me anymore, it was some other person who was driving me. I did not know who this person was, but I knew he was dead. I also didn't seem to mind, because I could get out of the car and isn't that all that matters?
A very nice female police officer came up and started going through the driver's and my combined belongings in a shopping cart. She also did not seem very upset that someone had just crashed his car and died. She started blathering on about Lent and how nice it is to return to tradition and be told what to do, which was exactly as creepy as it sounds, but at the time I just remember being annoyed. Then a small, blonde child showed up and I knew he was Jesus.
That's right. A child appeared and without being told I knew he was Jesus.
"He says I'm going to die," the policewoman informed me, without the slightest trace of emotion.
"Why is she going to die?" I asked the boy, with a growing sense of horror.
The last thing I remember is the boy laughing exactly as a normal child would. "I don't know," he giggled. "Who do you think I am, Jesus? I don't know."
Meme time!
Feb. 24th, 2009 08:13 pmThis was inflicted upon me by the lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sic_semper_trex , although admittedly I was asking for it like the lolita I am.
1. Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
2. Label which you would Marry, Fuck, and Kill.
3. Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
4. Post this meme with your answers.
Sic gave me Mace Windu from Star Wars, Autor from Princess Tutu, and Seras Victoria from Hellsing. This was really difficult, as I like all those characters, but after some thought here are the answers I came up with.
( Click for the answers! )
sic_semper_trex , although admittedly I was asking for it like the lolita I am.1. Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
2. Label which you would Marry, Fuck, and Kill.
3. Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
4. Post this meme with your answers.
Sic gave me Mace Windu from Star Wars, Autor from Princess Tutu, and Seras Victoria from Hellsing. This was really difficult, as I like all those characters, but after some thought here are the answers I came up with.
( Click for the answers! )
Faaaaaanfictiiiiiooooon
Feb. 23rd, 2009 10:46 pmWarning: Here there be guy-on-guy action. Steer clear if you do not approve.
This is a short little thing I wrote based on a Japanese Princess Tutu fanartsic_semper_trex sent me. The art can be found here: http://i44.tinypic.com/2ljnsi8.jpg
Anyway, I have no idea what this is about. Maybe Mytho finally got his heart shard of lust back, I don't know. I think it's rather cute, anyway. Certainly not half as disturbing as my other fic.
( An arm wraps around Fakir's waist... )
This is a short little thing I wrote based on a Japanese Princess Tutu fanart
sic_semper_trex sent me. The art can be found here: http://i44.tinypic.com/2ljnsi8.jpgAnyway, I have no idea what this is about. Maybe Mytho finally got his heart shard of lust back, I don't know. I think it's rather cute, anyway. Certainly not half as disturbing as my other fic.
( An arm wraps around Fakir's waist... )
I have a peculiar skill.
Feb. 20th, 2009 11:10 amSo I've only been back on my meds for a few days now, but I'm already feeling better and I think I'm going to be fine. Thanks to all of you who offered me support, either here or on AIM. I kind of suck at expressing my feelings, but my heart goes out to each and every one of you.
Anyway, I have realized that I have a peculiar skill. No, not the damn OCD. That's not a skill. It's like OCD in that it's hardwired into my brain, as far as I can tell, though. I've had this skill since I was a kid, but I never really noticed it until recently.
I'm really good at memorizing completely random shit.
That random string of characters that makes up my compsci server password? Is already ingrained into my head. And the same thing happened for my old MHC email password (which I can now tell you was mEm,fi3f, now that I've changed it). Same for crap like, say, the names of my angelfish that I had when I was 7 (Crystal Light and Merlin) or the name of my bitchy kindergarten teacher (Mrs. Mcmahon). Just random particles of stuff from throughout my life. It's really weird.
Anyway, I have realized that I have a peculiar skill. No, not the damn OCD. That's not a skill. It's like OCD in that it's hardwired into my brain, as far as I can tell, though. I've had this skill since I was a kid, but I never really noticed it until recently.
I'm really good at memorizing completely random shit.
That random string of characters that makes up my compsci server password? Is already ingrained into my head. And the same thing happened for my old MHC email password (which I can now tell you was mEm,fi3f, now that I've changed it). Same for crap like, say, the names of my angelfish that I had when I was 7 (Crystal Light and Merlin) or the name of my bitchy kindergarten teacher (Mrs. Mcmahon). Just random particles of stuff from throughout my life. It's really weird.
For the record, I am schwarzrossel , lac_de_canes and raven_author at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tutudressing. A few days ago, sic_semper_trex and I decided it would be fun to run some of our characters' lines through tashian.com/multibabel/ and see what came out. The results are really quite shocking.
So these are a few of Lohengrin, Ahiru and Autor's lines, Babelized. Feel free to add your own if the mood strikes you!
Lohengrin:
Original Line: "Have at you, raven witch!"
Babelized: "It has with you, sorceress of mensolone!"
Princess Kraehe, Sorceress of Mensolone. Obviously the raven got lost in translation.
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Original Line: "I'd give you a spank if I didn't think it would upset His Highness."
Babelized: "You would give a applause him, if you did not think that she disturbed her sovereignty."
To quote Sic: "I love that the poof became a her."
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Original Line: "Then we must try our best to find her [Tutu]. And keep that raven girl away from the Prince. I do not like the looks of her."
Babelized: "Then we must try ours best an end to find and you arrest to this girl of mensolone the end to eliminate of the prince. Nongradico the birds of the points of view he."
Again with the mensolone. Looking back I think raven gets translated into French as Corbel and never gets translated back. Apparently Fakir has given up fighting Kraehe in favor of turning her in to the proper authorities, though. And somewhere around the beginning of the last sentence, Lohengrin suffers a debilitating stroke.
- - -
Ahiru:
Original Line: "Fakir? I brought you back your shirt..."
Babelized: "Faquir? I obtained to him behind its assembly…"
All sorts of weird things happen to Fakir's name in translation, since "Fakir" is an actual word. In this case it seems to have been translated into Spanish as "Faquir" and not been translated back. In another line I tried, it showed up as "asketische," some sort of Franglish word for "ascetic."
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Original Line: "My Fakir doesn't care if I'm naked, in fact he only ever sees me naked, unless it's during the day because then I'm a duck..."
Babelized: "My faquir it has he is not worrisome, it is shortage, some, than you never only see it shortage, if she obtains during the day happens, because then they are a duck…"
She's not a duck, but they are. Also, "naked" seems to have become "shortage" somewhere along the way, much to my great bewilderment. What word could possibly mean both "naked" and "shortage"?
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Original Line: "I was at my lake a moment ago, with my caretaker, and now I don't know where I am or where he is or anything!"
Babelized: "He a little while transmits to the era with my lake I, with my protection and now I do not know, where they are, or where or he is something!"
A moment has become an era. This is surprisingly deep.
- - -
Autor:
Original Line: "You are from a different world, then? Is there an Autor in your world?"
Babelized: "Do you come from a another world, then? Of an author in its world?"
The first sentence is actually really close, but the second sort of falls apart when you realize that the personal pronoun somehow lost its gender. It makes it sound like authors are another species that live in their own little worlds... actually, I guess that's not too far off from the truth...
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Original Line: "Wanton violence, really, Fakir? And to think you're the direct descendant of Drosselmeyer..."
Babelized: "Damaged Faquir of the action of the violence really? And that you stop thinking that she is for the information of the low ones of Drosselmeyer…"
This is one of the few lines that really confuses me. Most of the other lines, I can kind of understand how it went from language to language and ended up how it is. Why Fakir is damaged is beyond me in this one, though.
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Original Line: "I would, but somehow... somehow I only want the raven's blood now."
Babelized: "To the I, but in the type or another one… the method or to another one exijem of the hour only the blood of mensolone."
This line, creepy as fuck to begin with, somehow becomes even creepier when dosed with Babelfish. It sounds like Autor is having an existential crisis and has begun to speak in intentionally surreal English.
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schwarzrossel , lac_de_canes and raven_author at tutudressing. A few days ago, sic_semper_trex and I decided it would be fun to run some of our characters' lines through tashian.com/multibabel/ and see what came out. The results are really quite shocking.So these are a few of Lohengrin, Ahiru and Autor's lines, Babelized. Feel free to add your own if the mood strikes you!
Lohengrin:
Original Line: "Have at you, raven witch!"
Babelized: "It has with you, sorceress of mensolone!"
Princess Kraehe, Sorceress of Mensolone. Obviously the raven got lost in translation.
-
Original Line: "I'd give you a spank if I didn't think it would upset His Highness."
Babelized: "You would give a applause him, if you did not think that she disturbed her sovereignty."
To quote Sic: "I love that the poof became a her."
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Original Line: "Then we must try our best to find her [Tutu]. And keep that raven girl away from the Prince. I do not like the looks of her."
Babelized: "Then we must try ours best an end to find and you arrest to this girl of mensolone the end to eliminate of the prince. Nongradico the birds of the points of view he."
Again with the mensolone. Looking back I think raven gets translated into French as Corbel and never gets translated back. Apparently Fakir has given up fighting Kraehe in favor of turning her in to the proper authorities, though. And somewhere around the beginning of the last sentence, Lohengrin suffers a debilitating stroke.
- - -
Ahiru:
Original Line: "Fakir? I brought you back your shirt..."
Babelized: "Faquir? I obtained to him behind its assembly…"
All sorts of weird things happen to Fakir's name in translation, since "Fakir" is an actual word. In this case it seems to have been translated into Spanish as "Faquir" and not been translated back. In another line I tried, it showed up as "asketische," some sort of Franglish word for "ascetic."
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Original Line: "My Fakir doesn't care if I'm naked, in fact he only ever sees me naked, unless it's during the day because then I'm a duck..."
Babelized: "My faquir it has he is not worrisome, it is shortage, some, than you never only see it shortage, if she obtains during the day happens, because then they are a duck…"
She's not a duck, but they are. Also, "naked" seems to have become "shortage" somewhere along the way, much to my great bewilderment. What word could possibly mean both "naked" and "shortage"?
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Original Line: "I was at my lake a moment ago, with my caretaker, and now I don't know where I am or where he is or anything!"
Babelized: "He a little while transmits to the era with my lake I, with my protection and now I do not know, where they are, or where or he is something!"
A moment has become an era. This is surprisingly deep.
- - -
Autor:
Original Line: "You are from a different world, then? Is there an Autor in your world?"
Babelized: "Do you come from a another world, then? Of an author in its world?"
The first sentence is actually really close, but the second sort of falls apart when you realize that the personal pronoun somehow lost its gender. It makes it sound like authors are another species that live in their own little worlds... actually, I guess that's not too far off from the truth...
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Original Line: "Wanton violence, really, Fakir? And to think you're the direct descendant of Drosselmeyer..."
Babelized: "Damaged Faquir of the action of the violence really? And that you stop thinking that she is for the information of the low ones of Drosselmeyer…"
This is one of the few lines that really confuses me. Most of the other lines, I can kind of understand how it went from language to language and ended up how it is. Why Fakir is damaged is beyond me in this one, though.
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Original Line: "I would, but somehow... somehow I only want the raven's blood now."
Babelized: "To the I, but in the type or another one… the method or to another one exijem of the hour only the blood of mensolone."
This line, creepy as fuck to begin with, somehow becomes even creepier when dosed with Babelfish. It sounds like Autor is having an existential crisis and has begun to speak in intentionally surreal English.
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So I woke up this morning sick to my stomach, at 5:00 AM. I figured I had low blood sugar or something.
When 7:00 rolled around, I got up to eat, only to realize that moving around made it worse. Not good. I almost made it downstairs to the kitchen before realizing I had forgotten my food card. Also not good. So that was about 15 minutes of moving around, all the while feeling like I could vomit at any time. Oh God, I'm getting a little sick just thinking about it.
I finally got my food card and my shit together, and almost made it to the kitchen before throwing up in a nearby men's room.
I have no idea what this could be. I just started taking birth control, but I don't think that would make me sick to my stomach twelve hours after I took my first pill, or give me the shaking chills that accompanied the nausea. And what's with moving around making it worse? Weird.
When 7:00 rolled around, I got up to eat, only to realize that moving around made it worse. Not good. I almost made it downstairs to the kitchen before realizing I had forgotten my food card. Also not good. So that was about 15 minutes of moving around, all the while feeling like I could vomit at any time. Oh God, I'm getting a little sick just thinking about it.
I finally got my food card and my shit together, and almost made it to the kitchen before throwing up in a nearby men's room.
I have no idea what this could be. I just started taking birth control, but I don't think that would make me sick to my stomach twelve hours after I took my first pill, or give me the shaking chills that accompanied the nausea. And what's with moving around making it worse? Weird.
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Quiz I did.
Jan. 7th, 2009 11:13 amI'm awake and don't feel like eating breakfast. You ever get that way?
Your rainbow is shaded violet.
What is says about you: You are a creative person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.
Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.
What is says about you: You are a creative person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.
Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.
Hey! I wrote some stuff!
Jan. 3rd, 2009 01:08 amThere is a writing meme, and it goes like this: Put your favorite music-playing program on shuffle. For every song that comes on, write a brief drabble. You can only write as long as the song is on, and you may not mess with the story afterward.
Here are the ones I deem appropriate for public consumption, along with the songs and any other notes I felt it necessary to add. Warning: spoilers for Princess Tutu ahead, along with (in-character) bad language.
( Click here for ficcage! )
That's all for now, folks. There's one other, but it's very cracky, and involves Fakir dealing with a New Year's party in which he is the only one not drunk. I'll post it if enough people ask.
Here are the ones I deem appropriate for public consumption, along with the songs and any other notes I felt it necessary to add. Warning: spoilers for Princess Tutu ahead, along with (in-character) bad language.
( Click here for ficcage! )
That's all for now, folks. There's one other, but it's very cracky, and involves Fakir dealing with a New Year's party in which he is the only one not drunk. I'll post it if enough people ask.
Trees and musing...
Dec. 31st, 2008 01:53 amToday my parents drove me up north, so far north that I saw a highway sign for a family medical practice because there is literally nothing else up there. I love being driven in cars, especially out on the highway. Nothing there but rocks, ice and trees.
For an hour I watched the trees. I watched huge plants, most probably older than I am, some older than I will ever live to be. I watched the deciduous trees, dead-looking and stripped of leaves, and the evergreens, reaching skyward with their needles. I watched thick old oaks, peeling birches, maples dripping with woody vines that had grown up and around their trunks. I watched trunks coated in blue-green lichens. I watched trees sticking up from flooded ponds and lakes, their branches dipping into the water. More than anything, perhaps, I watched their roots, gnarled and twisting into the frozen earth. I imagined them interlocking beneath the soil, twisting together in some kind of massive, interconnected tree web.
Arguably, these trees have more right to be here than anything else on the planet.
Humans can do any number of things to trees. We can chop them down, raze whole forests, burn the remainder so that nothing above the surface suggests they were ever here. But the one thing we cannot do is uproot the forest. There are too many roots, knotted and grown into each other. The trees protect each other, firmly staking each trunk into the ground in a unified alliance of trees. "We're not going anywhere," they say. "Chop us down and burn us if you wish, but our roots will always be here."
I do not know, from a theological standpoint, whether I believe in reincarnation; but if the theory does turn out to be true, I believe my soul is like these trees. I believe I have led thousands of lives before this, and will probably live thousands more. Restless as I am, I am firmly rooted to this earth, and I do not believe my soul could ever be truly happy in Nirvana or wherever else retired souls go. There is too much to do, too much to alter on the physical plane. I could never be satisfied with watching. No doubt each of my previous incarnations have said something similar. Which makes me wonder: assuming reincarnation does in fact take place, and assuming my soul has been reborn numerous times, and assuming each of my previous incarnations has been similar to my current one in personality, is my constant rebirth a blessing or a curse?
Objection. Calls for speculation.
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(I apologize for the tone of this post, it's 2 AM.)
For an hour I watched the trees. I watched huge plants, most probably older than I am, some older than I will ever live to be. I watched the deciduous trees, dead-looking and stripped of leaves, and the evergreens, reaching skyward with their needles. I watched thick old oaks, peeling birches, maples dripping with woody vines that had grown up and around their trunks. I watched trunks coated in blue-green lichens. I watched trees sticking up from flooded ponds and lakes, their branches dipping into the water. More than anything, perhaps, I watched their roots, gnarled and twisting into the frozen earth. I imagined them interlocking beneath the soil, twisting together in some kind of massive, interconnected tree web.
Arguably, these trees have more right to be here than anything else on the planet.
Humans can do any number of things to trees. We can chop them down, raze whole forests, burn the remainder so that nothing above the surface suggests they were ever here. But the one thing we cannot do is uproot the forest. There are too many roots, knotted and grown into each other. The trees protect each other, firmly staking each trunk into the ground in a unified alliance of trees. "We're not going anywhere," they say. "Chop us down and burn us if you wish, but our roots will always be here."
I do not know, from a theological standpoint, whether I believe in reincarnation; but if the theory does turn out to be true, I believe my soul is like these trees. I believe I have led thousands of lives before this, and will probably live thousands more. Restless as I am, I am firmly rooted to this earth, and I do not believe my soul could ever be truly happy in Nirvana or wherever else retired souls go. There is too much to do, too much to alter on the physical plane. I could never be satisfied with watching. No doubt each of my previous incarnations have said something similar. Which makes me wonder: assuming reincarnation does in fact take place, and assuming my soul has been reborn numerous times, and assuming each of my previous incarnations has been similar to my current one in personality, is my constant rebirth a blessing or a curse?
Objection. Calls for speculation.
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(I apologize for the tone of this post, it's 2 AM.)
Lulzy Quotes from Fundies
Dec. 28th, 2008 11:00 pmAt http://www.fstdt.com/fundies/random.aspx?archive=1, there is a veritable cornucopia of notable quotes from fundamentalist Christian websites. Some are lulzy, most anger-inducing. I have taken the liberty of collecting only the lulziest so that your day might be brightened by the utter ridiculousness of the things some of these people believe. Read and be astounded.
Disclaimer: I am not making fun of Christians in general. I'm not even making fun of fundamentalist Christians in general. I am making fun of the specific idiots who wrote these things on the Internet for all to see. I actually quite like Jesus and what he stands for, personally. Any comments calling me a "stupid atheist" (I'm actually a deist, but whatever) or anything of the sort will be ignored and left up for everyone else to laugh at.
That said, onto the quotes!
I had no idea degrees in logic, reasoning etc. were being called degrees in "math" here in the States.
I suppose your mom never taught mathematics back in homeschool...
Give me an example of more than one version of the Bible.
Well, there's the KJV, the New American Version, the Amplified Bible... wait, why is a deist educating you on your own holy book?
Sorry your stupid catholic religion made you hate God so much. That's ok, He'll open your eyes and ears to the truth soon enough. He controls your environment. You have no choice to believe or not until He allows it.
This one is just sort of creepy. So no matter how much I wanted to be Christian, I couldn't unless God wanted me to? Or something? I don't know, and I'm not crazy enough to find out...
part of the brilliant design of Lego is that the shapes of the pieces prevent children from creating anything sinful.
I can think of many, many sinful things I could build with enough flesh-toned Legos.
i've taken evolution/anthropology classes too. so if patrick ewing [a basketball player] and bill gates fall into a salt mine together, i one million years when thier fossils are found, they'll say that one is human and one is ape right?
No.
pi changes depending upon the strength of the gravitational field involved.
I don't even want to take a stab at whatever this person thinks pi is.
It might not have been the christian thing to run over that Wiccan symbol, but it was the right AMERICAN thing to do.
Wait, wait, I thought you guys were Christians...?
if you believe that their isn't any hell, you gotta be apart of some cult or something or just blind as a bat!!
Sorry, I don't take religious advice from people who can't write English correctly.
Yeah! I've made a new goal. WHen I meet somone new after 10 minutes they should know I'm a Christian, in love with Jesus! CUZ I LOVE JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See previous comment.
No, the point is that the ten commandments are not specifically Judeo-Christian, nor are they establishing a religion. Therefore it is not unconstitutional.
"I am the LORD thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me." Exodus 20:2-3
HELLO!!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT????? I find it a blessing that God didn't create me as animal. Example: A dog, cat, bird,etc. Because, if I was I would be able to have eternal life through Jesus Christ!!!!
HELLO!!!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT????? I think you said that wrong!!!!! Also, excessive punctuation and refusing to proofread make Jesus cry.
Praise Jesus! I was visiting a Chrisitian bookstore this afternoon, when all of a sudden I heard it! I heard the mighty trumpet of Jesus, blowing loud and hard, calling all Christians home. It was as if I had been struck by lightning! I dropped the book I was perusing, stood stock still with my arms pointed skyward and said "YES LORD!". The shopkeep and the two other people in the shop looked at me as if I was insane. Turns out they knew something I didn't. The 1:45 fright train crosses the road every day at that time, and usually blows it's whistle when it's going through the intersection. I was sooo embarassed! But hey, at least I know I'll be ready when the real one comes! I'd rather be a bit embarrassed than unsaved!!
No, you're still an idiot.
I'm sure atheists would rather trust in God than government or themselves.
You seem a bit confused there, old chum.
you are forgetting that you believe that evolution created gravity (over time).
Do you just lump all scientific theories in with evolution or what?
There is more proof that Jesus was on the earth and is and did all the things he said than there is proof that Shakespeare was a real person and that he penned anything at all.
Okay... Not sure why you chose Shakespeare to make yourself look stupid there...
Yes I do beleive the whole bible is true for the bible it self declaires it to be so.
Circular logic is fun!
Keep in mind that I am not up to a vexation with a person who knows nothing about metaphysics and thinks that life comes from a stone!!
Well, according to your religion God made life from dust...
And that's where the lulz started to run out. Hope you enjoyed this and, if not, at least recognized that there are people out there giving Christianity a bad name just like there are for every other religion that has ever existed. No religion is immune to stupidity, folks!
Disclaimer: I am not making fun of Christians in general. I'm not even making fun of fundamentalist Christians in general. I am making fun of the specific idiots who wrote these things on the Internet for all to see. I actually quite like Jesus and what he stands for, personally. Any comments calling me a "stupid atheist" (I'm actually a deist, but whatever) or anything of the sort will be ignored and left up for everyone else to laugh at.
That said, onto the quotes!
I had no idea degrees in logic, reasoning etc. were being called degrees in "math" here in the States.
I suppose your mom never taught mathematics back in homeschool...
Give me an example of more than one version of the Bible.
Well, there's the KJV, the New American Version, the Amplified Bible... wait, why is a deist educating you on your own holy book?
Sorry your stupid catholic religion made you hate God so much. That's ok, He'll open your eyes and ears to the truth soon enough. He controls your environment. You have no choice to believe or not until He allows it.
This one is just sort of creepy. So no matter how much I wanted to be Christian, I couldn't unless God wanted me to? Or something? I don't know, and I'm not crazy enough to find out...
part of the brilliant design of Lego is that the shapes of the pieces prevent children from creating anything sinful.
I can think of many, many sinful things I could build with enough flesh-toned Legos.
i've taken evolution/anthropology classes too. so if patrick ewing [a basketball player] and bill gates fall into a salt mine together, i one million years when thier fossils are found, they'll say that one is human and one is ape right?
No.
pi changes depending upon the strength of the gravitational field involved.
I don't even want to take a stab at whatever this person thinks pi is.
It might not have been the christian thing to run over that Wiccan symbol, but it was the right AMERICAN thing to do.
Wait, wait, I thought you guys were Christians...?
if you believe that their isn't any hell, you gotta be apart of some cult or something or just blind as a bat!!
Sorry, I don't take religious advice from people who can't write English correctly.
Yeah! I've made a new goal. WHen I meet somone new after 10 minutes they should know I'm a Christian, in love with Jesus! CUZ I LOVE JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See previous comment.
No, the point is that the ten commandments are not specifically Judeo-Christian, nor are they establishing a religion. Therefore it is not unconstitutional.
"I am the LORD thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me." Exodus 20:2-3
HELLO!!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT????? I find it a blessing that God didn't create me as animal. Example: A dog, cat, bird,etc. Because, if I was I would be able to have eternal life through Jesus Christ!!!!
HELLO!!!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT????? I think you said that wrong!!!!! Also, excessive punctuation and refusing to proofread make Jesus cry.
Praise Jesus! I was visiting a Chrisitian bookstore this afternoon, when all of a sudden I heard it! I heard the mighty trumpet of Jesus, blowing loud and hard, calling all Christians home. It was as if I had been struck by lightning! I dropped the book I was perusing, stood stock still with my arms pointed skyward and said "YES LORD!". The shopkeep and the two other people in the shop looked at me as if I was insane. Turns out they knew something I didn't. The 1:45 fright train crosses the road every day at that time, and usually blows it's whistle when it's going through the intersection. I was sooo embarassed! But hey, at least I know I'll be ready when the real one comes! I'd rather be a bit embarrassed than unsaved!!
No, you're still an idiot.
I'm sure atheists would rather trust in God than government or themselves.
You seem a bit confused there, old chum.
you are forgetting that you believe that evolution created gravity (over time).
Do you just lump all scientific theories in with evolution or what?
There is more proof that Jesus was on the earth and is and did all the things he said than there is proof that Shakespeare was a real person and that he penned anything at all.
Okay... Not sure why you chose Shakespeare to make yourself look stupid there...
Yes I do beleive the whole bible is true for the bible it self declaires it to be so.
Circular logic is fun!
Keep in mind that I am not up to a vexation with a person who knows nothing about metaphysics and thinks that life comes from a stone!!
Well, according to your religion God made life from dust...
And that's where the lulz started to run out. Hope you enjoyed this and, if not, at least recognized that there are people out there giving Christianity a bad name just like there are for every other religion that has ever existed. No religion is immune to stupidity, folks!
The concept of a commission is simple. Maybe you can't draw. Maybe you can't draw well. Maybe you're not good at drawing whatever it is you want to draw. Either way, you can't draw the image you have in your head all on your own. So you find an artist better than yourself, maybe one who already draws what you have in mind, and say something like "Hey, will you draw this for me? I'll pay you X amount of dollars." It's like hiring an artist for just one picture. A pretty cool concept, and one that most artists don't mind, as it makes them money.
Unfortunately, some people (most of them on DeviantArt, which has raped any concept of the word "art" to death) do not understand the purpose of this system. They choose horrible artists for their commissions, or just commission things that no one would ever possibly want. They pay more than what the commission is worth, just because they're desperate for that picture of (censored for sensitive readers). Do they not understand the whole commission concept? Who knows, my friends, who knows. But it sure is fun to look at.
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Unfortunately, some people (most of them on DeviantArt, which has raped any concept of the word "art" to death) do not understand the purpose of this system. They choose horrible artists for their commissions, or just commission things that no one would ever possibly want. They pay more than what the commission is worth, just because they're desperate for that picture of (censored for sensitive readers). Do they not understand the whole commission concept? Who knows, my friends, who knows. But it sure is fun to look at.
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My spider plant is blooming.
Dec. 12th, 2008 02:25 pmThat'd be Alfalfa, for those of you I've introduced to him.
Yesterday he burst out in two little six-petaled white flowers off a vine he had been growing for the past few months. Today those are mostly wilted, but another few are getting ready to bloom, I think.
So I was examining the buds on the vine, seeing if any were about ready to burst, and I noticed something. If you hold the larger buds up to the light, you can see the flowers growing inside. There's a little yellow spot where the stamens are, with six translucent white petals surrounding it. It's like looking into a little egg or something. How awesome is that? Very.
Yesterday he burst out in two little six-petaled white flowers off a vine he had been growing for the past few months. Today those are mostly wilted, but another few are getting ready to bloom, I think.
So I was examining the buds on the vine, seeing if any were about ready to burst, and I noticed something. If you hold the larger buds up to the light, you can see the flowers growing inside. There's a little yellow spot where the stamens are, with six translucent white petals surrounding it. It's like looking into a little egg or something. How awesome is that? Very.
Fun little meme.
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:24 am1. Grab whatever book you can reach.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
I know I was supposed to grab the nearest book, but I decided to bypass my textbooks and go for George Orwell's 1984. It was the nearest thing that any of you would want to hear about.
"Don't go out into the open. There might be someone watching. We're all right if we keep behind the boughs." (spoken by Julia)
I tagsarajayechan , blue_white_red , and odangoatama , assuming the last ever sees this post. Show me your reading material, everyone!
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
I know I was supposed to grab the nearest book, but I decided to bypass my textbooks and go for George Orwell's 1984. It was the nearest thing that any of you would want to hear about.
"Don't go out into the open. There might be someone watching. We're all right if we keep behind the boughs." (spoken by Julia)
I tag
sarajayechan , blue_white_red , and odangoatama , assuming the last ever sees this post. Show me your reading material, everyone!
