Hunh. Just found out one of my co-workers works on Arisia. Small world. Always shocked when I find another dork among the co-workers (don't actually work with this person though, just in the same building).

Die in a fire.

kthxbye

So some cataclysmic event happened that gave people weird twisted powers. This man, who was Wrong, had a bulldog that had died as a result. He made his daughter, who was about 7 years old or so, transfer all of the damage done to the dog to the man's wife, her mother, killing the woman, but bringing his dog back to life. Then he had her do the same thing with his truck, transferring the damage from his truck to a wheat thresher. Then he drove to town, dragging the daughter, and was going to do more horrible things when the dream ended.

I had no idea what the man could do, but he terrified me, and had crazy eyes that were just so filled with Wrong. I wasn't actually in the dream this time, just perceiving what happened, so w00t for not getting killed or hunted in my dreams for a change.

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Actual Fucking Quote from elsewhere on LJ:

"Relativity has proven there is no such thing as 'absolute truth.'"

brb achieving a velocity that'll render me dense enough to have that make sense

Cracked.com's take on kitchen gadgets. Well, I loled.
http://www.cracked.com/funny-2133-kitchen-gadgets/

edit: found at notcot.org


The most awesomenest chair EVAR!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbEEXMIhZR0

and some awesome glasses
http://noquedanblogs.com/inspiracion/cipher/

There was something about watching my father laying on the floor, in front of a child's toy train set, with my 2.5yr old cousin, toe headed little girl, in her Christmas dress, laying down against my father, in complete adoration.

My uncle (who is a year younger than me, might I add) thought this was a perfect Kodak moment, but every time he would notice and grab his camera, Cassidy would bounce up and ruin the serene image.

I locked myself in the bathroom and crumpled to the floor, trying to stifle my anguish, the kitchen the next room over. I can honestly say that I did have an honest to god flashback. Followed by the overwhelming grip that I had to be quiet, I had to compose myself, I had to look normal. Or ELSE.

Every time I walked by the livingroom I was wracked with emotions, none of them good.

I went out for a walk in the woods. Quiet woods, filled with brier bushes and thorns, snow carpeting, dotted with animal tracks.

Nervous breakdown - an acute emotional or psychological collapse.


I don't know how to convey this.

Such an essential skill was to pretend like nothing was wrong. To stifle my tears, to not react, to not scream or protest.

To have someone you love and trust come up to you and ask you how you are doing, is like murder. I can't lie to them. I can't wash my face with a smile. I want to open my chest and show them my heart, scarred, bound, conflicted. But doing so exposes me, brings everything up and shows my weakness, shows that there is something wrong... and I can't have that. It is not safe to be upset.

Therapy is hell. Not only am I having to relive the pain of the specific disturbing moment in question, examine it in detail, but I am also having to fight years of learned nature that says; showing my soft underbelly and admitting something is wrong, is dangerous, is threatening.

There is nothing simple about this. Nothing is straightforward. There are layers upon layers upon layers. All of them suck, evoke pain, stress and complexity. There isn't an easy way to convey it, to break it down issues simplistically.



I'm so exhausted. I haven't been sleeping.
I wake up around 6am every morning, 8, 9, by 10:30 I have gotten frustrated, unable to tolerate being in my skin anymore and I have to get out of bed. Of course, I'm not going to bed till 1:30 sometimes 3, 4am.
Today I woke up feeling like my insides were marinating in stomach acid and my whole body, back and joints were in excruciating pain.
I am envious of Shane. Though he says he doesn't sleep well, I spend hours staring at him while he sleeps and given the chance, he is in bed hours after I have to get up.

Christmas day didn't suck so much. Yea!!

Midnight we share gifts because Esod 2 has to go to work and basically the only time to see her. Exchange gifts. I got earrings, a bracelet and access to a Wii.

Watch part of Christmas mass on tv. It was the one at the Vatican. I couldn't help but be weirded out because they had a commentator telling you what is going one. It was disturbing like the Vatican massed up sports and religion into a weird viewing experience.

Unconsciousness. Esod 3 and I watch different anime shows via online. Have a nerf sword fight. Eat pie. Play with kittehs. Fought over Shaughn and Nuance's Christmas gift. Basically hang out.

Wants to see Sherlock Holmes but no family member would answer me to get in gear and go with me. :(

3:30: Received Blindsight.

4:00: Started Blindsight.

5:00: Dinner.

5:45: Resumed Blindsight.

9:30: Finished Blindsight.

Read this book.* It's what Rendezvous With Rama or Excession would have been if, instead of being an engineer or a socialist, the author was a biologist.

*yogurtrifle, I am looking at you.

I am now starting A People's History of the World. I do not anticipate finishing that tonight.

PS. Merry Christmas.

Pie for breakfast. Oh yea.

Happy Holidays to my peeps. Hopefully it is going better for you guys.


Esod 2 has to work through christmas eve dinner and Christmas day. I worked half day. I got a Christmas card from my boss and she gave me a gift certificate to a nail salon. *thud* Nail salons freak me out, the smell, people touching you. Ew. Anyways, the card was awesome.

I may never eat Christmas Eve Dinner again. Esod 3 made an excellent borscht - better than mine. However, I always feel nauseous eating it afterward. I always chalked it up to not eating it at other times of the year and my body is not used to it. This year gives me a different opinion. I actually threw up into my mouth quite literally and my intestines are not happy. I am also out of coka cola. :(((((( And I had my Christmas mini-meltdown a.k.a. crying fit looking at the high school photo my mom on G-pa's mantle.

Also, I gave my g-pa his gift and he didn't want it. He tried to give it back to me! *thud* *thud*

Car almost got stuck in a snow pile at my G-pa's house.

Then my aunt and uncle don't show up. So I bring some of the dinner to them and their gifts. I kinda missed their contribution to dinner convo. They got their gifts and I met their new kitty. Thomas a half blind long furred black cat. It had an infatuation with my Ikea bag.

A health care bill made it through the Senate. Next up, reconciliation with the House bill. It's not great, it's not even particularly good so far, but at least there are provisions banning discriminatory practices based on pre-existing conditions. Sunny side and all that.

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There's this awesome movie coming out in January. It has apocalyptic stylized violence. And Angels. Angels that are here to end man's horrid existence. And Paul Bettany as Michael (mmm Paul Bettany). It will be that wonderful blend of mildly entertaining and horribly horribly bad. Legion. Can't wait.

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Last night it was T-Rex's, juvenile T-Rex's on rooftops I thought were safe, and raptors in my dream. I got mauled, but made it out alive. The other people I was with... not so much. Then I was an adhesives consultant for several companies, and there was something about stopping a man with a bomb. Also, I had issues getting through customs because I had a little chest hair that wasn't completely covered by my crew neck t-shirt, and it was too indecent for me to be on the plane so I had to wear an uncomfortable jacket. Dreams, you so crazy.

Toph Toph Toph Toph. You HAVE TO SEEEEEE this ep of super hero squad!!!!! zomg the funny. hehehehehee!!!!!!

Well, Myke too b/c Thor is a prominent "plot" point. Hehehehehehe.

http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/tv_shows/superherosquad/index.html?episodeID=8a250ab025958a5f0125b1d23a0d018c

For Christmas, Justin got me a present. These are the clues:

1) It arrived in a large, flat box.
2) It requires batteries
3) It is partially biodegradable.
4) It does not have lasers, nor is it a robot.


At first, given only the appearance of the box, I thought that it was flat-pack Ikea furniture, and he had gotten me a table or a chair or something to decoupage. However, the batteries have thrown me off.



Of course, he could be making up clues 2 and 3. And knowing him, it could be something tiny he requested shipped in a giant box.

I got an email today with this article from a polyamory group in Phoenix that I had a few munches with.
A fairly well written article, about exactly the kind of people and relationships that I've been talking about and trying to have for years.


I'm still not going to try and convert anyone, but it would be nice if more people could grasp the notion.

"Ethical Nonmonogamy" lol. I still think that term is frigging hilarious.


I think the biggest problem with conveying the idea is that poly can mean something completely different to everyone, even to the people in the same inter-connected relationship.

So, I hear tell I have some friends that like Thrawn. The Thrawn Trilogy comic adaptations just got combined and re-released by Dark Horse in a single hard cover. Thought some people might want to know.

http://www.mycomicshop.com/graphicnovels/item?IID=19709693

Sat down last night to watch the first part of the 2009 miniseries remake of "The Prisoner"* with Sir Ian McKellan (and others).
I ended up watching all 6 episodes straight through.

I found myself occasionally shouting "WHEEEE" while clutching my brain.

The story was mostly told in "The Village" with flashbacks to New York. At one point, Number Six in the flashback acts on knowledge he just gained in the present. WHEEEE!

Watch it. You know you want to.

*The Prisoner was a British TV show in 1967, starring Patrick McGoohan as a spy who retires one day and then wakes up in "The Village" where everyone calls him Number Six. It was trippy and awesome and only lasted 16 episodes. Here, this should... illuminate.

PAX East pre-reg is filling up pretty quickly and they may have to close it off. I finally got around to doing mine. I think the big discount for pre-reg ends 12-31, so people may want to do it soon.

When I bought my 37" LCD TV a few years back, I paid an extra $180 for the super-mondo-warranty from Newegg.

For the first year or more owning the TV, everything was working fine and I had a bit of buyer's remorse about that.

Then, the component inputs shit the bed. Everything else about the TV works fine, just not those inputs.

I'd sort of been working around the dead inputs for a while, hooking stuff up on sub-optimal composite inputs to get around the dead ones. I kept planning on calling the warranty service at some point, but it never seemed urgent, and the TV was manageable as is.

Well, the warranty was about to expire this month, so I finally called in for repairs. Turns out the TV is no longer having parts made for it, so they had the option of replacing the TV or paying me back. They told me what model they would be willing to replace it with, I checked the specs online and found it did what I needed (at least 1 VGA input, and at least 3 DVI or HDMI inputs).

So, after I sign some paperwork, they should be shipping out a new TV.

The best part? They told me it was my job to deal with the "broken" TV.

I suppose if the TV was completely unusable that could be annoying. But since the TV is fine as long as you avoid the component inputs? Awesome.

Hey, quish, start thinking about where you'd like to have a second 37" LCD TV in the house. I'm going to veto the bathroom right now, even though it would be funny.