Astrology meme from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jjiii |
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| 10:46pm 18/07/2008 |
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# Go here http://www.alabe.com/freechart/
# Fill out the form and generate your chart
# Paste your results behind a lj-cut, highlighting the stuff that fits you in green, stuff that kinda fits you in yellow, and stuff that doesn't fit you in red. Don't highlight parts that you are undecided on, or that are bits of advice.
I'm actually going to use italics for false, underline for true, and bold for maybe because it's easier and I'm lazy
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| Unsent letters to my mother: the hair |
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| 04:52pm 17/07/2008 |
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Dear Mama,
It turns out that the blue hair thing wasn't just a phase, unless you consider starting to want blue hair in 1995, trying it in 1998 and 1999 and at various points thereafter, and still wanting permanent blue hair in 2008, to be "a phase". The only reason my hair isn't blue right now is that my job's dress code isn't so thrilled with blatantly unnatural colors. That and the fact that bright blue hair and long long hair really don't go together very well, and I do like my nearly waist-length hair very much. But indigo is still an option, given that my natural hair color is so dark.
Love,
Joanie |
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| Non-lethal pressure point gun, cyberpunk |
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| 04:29pm 17/07/2008 |
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From my comments in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) little_details here:
If you've got a gun that has a very advanced targeting system, that can pick out the pressure point, and extrapolate from the target's prior movements where they're going to be, relative to each other, in the next second that it takes the bullet to get there, you've got some pretty nice accuracy.
And if you've got a sufficiently smart soft polymer, with speed-sensing and proximity-sensing and material-I-am-going-to-hit-into sensing, you have something that can figure out how much force it is going to have when it hits the thing it's headed for, and what kind of damage the target is going to take.
If you have a sufficiently nano-biddable soft polymer, you have something that can be various firmnesses upon impact, depending on the above factors.
Of course, something like that might be hopelessly old-fashioned by the time the technology to make it happens develops. |
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| Water! |
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| 09:57am 17/07/2008 |
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mood:  pleased
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My bathing suit really could be more comfortable. This morning I got home, took a quick shower, changed into my bathing suit, procrastinated on the internet, and then embarrassed myself in public by acting like a complete lunatic in the swimming pool. It was great fun.
I think I'm going to have to start doing that regularly, because I really do like swimming a whole lot. Though, if I do it regularly, that noise with the way my boobs are held up by a thin piece of fabric around the back of my neck? That is going to have to change. |
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| 11:26am 17/07/2008 |
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I'd call it a crisis of faith if I had any. |
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| Hammerpants. |
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| 04:30pm 16/07/2008 |
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I have no idea what actually started this discussion, but I walked right into the middle of it. I needed a lead's attention on the thing I was just on, and the lead and the supervisor had just disappeared inside the conference room. "Hammer pants!" I heard as I walked up. Not the sort of carpentry pants that have a loop for a hammer, no. MC Hammer pants. "Mr. Out took your Hammer pants!" I declared to Captain Picard. Picard was therefore declared pantsless. It was that hour of night when everything seems funnier, so Picard was doubled over his keyboard giggling over the next five minutes of escalating Hammerpantslessness jokes.
On my way out to lunch, I stopped and inquired of that pal of mine with no LJ on the call floor if he had Hammerpants. He did not. If he did, he said, he would wear them, just for the sheer awesome.
On our way back in from lunch, tatteredfairy and I stopped and interrogated Pointy Sr. about Hammerpants, although this was delayed by him assuming we were coming to interrogate him about his hat, and his fellow red-lanyard-guy throwing his blouse (it was supposed to have been some sort of cowboy shirt, but in fact it turned out to have been a blouse instead) into the mix.
Once we got back to the Hammerpants, we interrogated him in bad-cop/worse-cop style.
"Are you wearing Hammerpants right now?"
"Do you currently wear Hammerpants?"
"Do you own Hammerpants?"
"Do you know anyone who wears Hammerpants?"
"Do you know anyone who owns Hammerpants?"
"Have you worn Hammerpants in the past?"
"...Yes, actually."
Interrogation dissolved at this point, as all of us were laughing too hard. |
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| Birthday! |
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| 04:07pm 16/07/2008 |
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Happy birthday, iroshi! |
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| 04:26pm 16/07/2008 |
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Is it building to a head or has it always been like this?
We're so full of love. We're so full of life.
We're so full of anger.
We're so full.
Why do we feel so empty? |
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| Daily randomness of Miss Lunatic |
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| 11:55pm 15/07/2008 |
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| Innnnnnternet time: places not to get published, and fun. |
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| 08:51pm 15/07/2008 |
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mood:  creative music: Talvin Singh - Vikram the Vampire
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So the chief editor of Helix, Mr. W. Sanders, wrote a rejection letter that a new entrant to the world of science fiction editing made public in the comments to this post in ladislaw's LJ, in a somewhat less that professional move. However, the blatant unprofessionalism of that maneuver was soon far diminished in the face of the bigoted language employed by same editor. Assorted authors who have previously been published there are requesting that their work be withdrawn from the publication's online archives. Their requests are being met with a certain amount of cooperation, and some of the most literate playground insults I've seen for a while. A sum-up by Torque Control.
I cannot recall whether I'd heard of Helix prior to this, but I have certainly heard of them now. I think this has gone past 'imbroglio', through 'brouhaha', and rydra_wong suggests it now qualifies as 'professional suicide' for Mr. Sanders and his magazine.
Via the illustrious Shuttleslayer: http://www.darthsanddroids.net/episodes/0001.html
I still have plenty of photos from the trip to crop, censor, and upload. Meanwhile, a friend of mine has some pretty awesome DS gear:
Phoenix Wright-related silliness
Just the stylus and OBJECTION!!
Don't Feed the Stalker
I have been at least mildly productive today. I have bestowed one of the Things I Never Wear on myrrhianna, who might, shoved another in the to-go box (hcolleen, it might be your size, but then, it's also *white*), and had some Fun Times with Art, discovering in the process that both of the units of glue I tried to use are dead.
corruptflame, and anyone else who likes Silent Hill, this may be of interest: ( image that is not small ) |
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| Playlist: "This is the Internets" |
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| 04:18pm 15/07/2008 |
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music: Bloodhound Gang - Bad Touch
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I've been putting together a group of songs that I think are vital to understanding my experience of the internet. It contains things that are well-known, and in some cases a little more obscure. This is what I have so far. I've tried to limit this to one song per artist, though in Jonathan Coulton's case, I did make an exception.
Track listing:
1) "Invasion of the Gabber Robots", The Laziest Men on Mars
2) "Badgers (DF Rave Remix)", Weebl vs. Danial Bell
3) "Origami Boulder", Sara Patterson
4) "Strongbad Techno", Strongbad
5) "Banana Phone", Raffi
6) "Dragostea Din Tei", O-Zone
7) "First Drink of the Day", 7 Seconds of Love
8) "White and Nerdy", Weird Al
9) "Tubes Dance", featuring Ted Stevens
10) "Code Monkey", Jonathan Coulton
11) "Ievan Polkka", Loituma
12) "Bad Touch", the Bloodhound Gang
13) "Spanky! Spanky!", Dick 'n' Jayne
14) "Still Alive", Jonathan Coulton
( What these songs mean to me: ) |
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| Gross Medical Stuff on Youtube |
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| 06:17pm 15/07/2008 |
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Warning gross medical stuff ahead
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| Dream: Airport Run |
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| 01:03pm 15/07/2008 |
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So when I crashed back out because it is the weekend's end and I seem to be stuffing as much sleep as possible into the weekends just because I can, I was in the airport (generic) flying to go see Guide Dog Aunt!
...And after Mama had left, I realized with absolute horror that I had forgotten my purse, which had money and cellphone in it, not to mention ID, leaving me stranded and helpless.
It was the last flight of the night, which put a time crunch on things (including me). Therefore, they did not do the security screening, letting the lot of us on the plane without a trace of X-Ray or pat-down. One of the airport people made some quip about the flight attendants quelling any sign of riot with shotguns. Glad to know that airport people in my dreams have a sense of humor, even if it is a rather dark one.
In my frantic run about the airport, I saw the Harry Potter cast coming down an escalator, and (still stunned) greeted them casually. Then I saw someone who I knew to be a Listee because of the shirt they were wearing (contained an unspecified List joke) looking anxiously up at the escalator. Herself descended, although my mind doesn't have such a good picture of Herself as all that, because clearly Herself is not a wizened old crone half my height and doesn't have that haircut, but you couldn't have told that to my sleeping mind. After finishing my conversation with the Guardian of the Escalator and establishing that it was unlikely as there would be a long line at the only free phone option I was likely to find, I hopped on the escalator (which was now somehow going up instead of down) and zipped up to the inside-security food court level.
For some unknown and bizarre reason, I was distracted by a display of fake fingernails. In buckets, like silverware. No, I don't know why.
I reached in my pocket and discovered that somehow, I had $12. This was a vast improvement in the situation. Then I realized I did not know when my flight was boarding, but it had to be soon, and I was unable to interpret my boarding pass. I had flagged down some random airport employee (somehow the flood court was still lively and occupied) who was mumbling and not making much sense when I woke up. |
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| Daily randomness of Miss Lunatic |
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| 11:58pm 14/07/2008 |
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| Dream: The Passage |
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| 05:12pm 14/07/2008 |
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I dreamed that I was going from Place A to Place B, and there was stuff about a school and a fleet of cars all with the same three letters on their license plates, all white, and there was stuff in the school building, and I was selling my car. And somewhere in there, we were driving along these twisty roads, and we had to go through this passage. A building had been built, it was sort of mall-like (are malls the new, poorly defended, castles of the age?) and contained the passage.
This was a very local thing, although strangers also technically had to go through it. Because the phenomenon of the passage was so poorly understood by those who weren't specialists in it, the main gate had been barred off, and there was a taboo against the true experience as it was evil. I was trying to get a look through the barred door, but there were non-locals there who started hissing stuff about me for being too interested in it, so I wandered off, disappointed.
There were two ways to go through the "tourist" one. But there weren't any instructions, so I started going through the place. There was someone with me, another woman, and she started having a hard time as we were walking. The area was a great big long room, with its end out of sight; I think the room twisted and had hills. It was divided into sections with different colors and views as you walked through, with flexible iron chain mesh descending from the ceiling. Each separate area triggered a different set of emotions, skills, and memories. I was struggling too, and my companion was finding it hellish. Exhausted, we staggered out, into the employee break room, which was occupied by several chattering and smoking locals.
They let me know that yeah, we'd survived it, and there was a separate hallway skirting the actual active area for those who couldn't handle it, we'd gone through backwards, and we'd actually had something tougher than the version that the locals typically took, because we hadn't gone in prepared for it, and yeah, if you weren't prepared, the emotional wringer would seriously fuck you up for a while, and that was why it was considered evil. We went through again, better-prepared, and properly, and in order, it was still a Significant Experience, but it was not Terrible. |
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