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(no subject) [Aug. 8th, 2007|09:09 pm]
[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |Deine Schuld--Die Aertzte]

So I guess I should do a pre-con update? Yeah, I'm going to be at Anime Iowa, and I've got to say, I'm pumped. Still, I have lots of shit to get together before I do so. Let's see, I've got to get cheese, go to the ATM, finish putting the grommets in my White Mage dress and pack. I think I can handle that before noon tomorrow!

In fanfiction news (you can skip this if you're not interested), I need to post the pictures I took of the Sweetwater Cotton Mill, since I promised my readers they could see where Kenshin and Kaoru went to the fairy revel, and I need to write more. I'm so terrible at that.

Okay, now that that's over, I also have decided to gank a meme from Ali-sama, since I'm kind of bored. Apparently I'm supposed to list seven random facts, habits or trivia about myself, and technically, I'm supposed to tag seven people, but naaah, I'm lazy. So here's seven facts about me.

1. I'm really terrible at thinking stuff like this up! No, really. I hate talking about myself if I'm not given specific prompts, because I never know what to say, and I get self-conscious like "Gee, do I sound like a self-centered bitch?", which I know is not the case here, because Al Gore invented scroll buttons for a reason, but...

2. While I'm rather forward in real life, I tend to be shy and retiring on the internet, in a rather odd flip of what most people feel. Perhaps it's because I value my words far above my looks and worry about whether or not people are going to think I'm cool or not depending on them.

3. The only reason (aside from my health, but that doesn't seem likely...or money reasons, which is far more likely) that I would ever become vegetarian would be for ecological sustainability. I'm a huge foodie and love very little more than a nice, juicy, rare steak. I just don't eat it very often. However, because of years of eating virtually no processed foods (my parents are a great combo of foodie and hippy), fast food and even some restaurant food leaves me feeling queasy and gross. That being said, I adore Krispy Kreme blueberry crullers and Taco Bell, which somehow doesn't bother me at all.

4. I'm not big into the idea of "family", personally. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great if it works for the family members, but my family ain't all that cohesive. Nothing drastic or deadly, I just don't like them and they don't like me. I don't plan on spending a lot of time with them when I'm out of the house. Oh, and I really, really dislike children, especially my hell-spawn baby sister, so that didn't help.

5. I'm also not really into philosophy. My dad's a philosophy professor, so it could be linked to that, but with the exception of ethics, so much of it seems like intellectual wanking--which just means that it's not for me. I guess I'm just frustrated with the ivory tower he built for himself while ignoring the fact that he was dumping all the work of raising the kids and keeping the house on my mom. Maybe it's also a product of his age and the culture he was raised in, but it still pissed me off.

6. I hate being called by my full name, Patricia. It always makes me flinch and wonder why I'm in trouble.

7. Yaaay, this is the last one! Ohgod, what to put! Ummm...Ithinkgirlsandguysarehot.
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(no subject) [Jul. 12th, 2007|09:09 am]
[mood |amusedamused]

I know, I know, lame quiz post...but this one was kind of neat, and I liked the results, so here it goes!

You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eleoquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing,
you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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(no subject) [Jun. 27th, 2007|02:17 pm]
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |Goo Goo Dolls--Let Love In]

Whoo for piggybacking! Uncle Mike's house is outrageously comfortable, and the neighbors don't secure their wireless. Silly peoples, don't they know that's like asking pirates to be friends with them?

My uncle David (who is also awesome) has a dog named Harris, who, I have decided, is a late-night Funk radio DJ with a low voice. He has very expressive eyebrows, and is all-over black, except for one white slipper on his front right paw. I want to write a children's book about him. Anyone interested in drawing pictures of a large black dog with great eyebrows playing funky music all night long?

In other news, I rode an ostrich on the carousel at Pullin Park today. Laura rode a hog. It was awesome. I love carousels. I also rode a little train and saw ducks and stuff. Plus I think I'm getting a little tan! Really, though, I can't wait to get home. I miss all of you so much. The lake weekend and Iowa are going to both be awesome.

I'm going to head out and write some more fanfiction. Gorram werewolves, attacking Kenshin at a Fairy Revel. What are they even thinking?
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(no subject) [Jun. 26th, 2007|09:25 am]
[Current Location |The brink]
[mood |determinedI won't let them beat me down!]
[music |Foo Fighters--Monkey Wrench]

So here I am, ready to head off for Parts Unknown. I'm going to be visiting my aunts and uncles in Raleigh, NC, some old family friends of my parents (they're hippies and awesome), and then heading down to the Dread City from Whence No Man Can Speak...meaning only that I don't think there's an internet connection in the entire neighborhood. And that I don't like it. I should be back...lesse, I think Monday the 5th, where I will have limited internet access until I return home on the 10th. I've still got high hopes for my chiropracter's appointment, since at this point any walking more strenuous than walking downstairs for a drink of water sends me limping. I find this Most Displeasing.

Speaking of Most Displeasing, I couldn't contact Thomas once after I got back from D.C. Rawr. I miss the boy.

Uhmm, what else? I'd really like a bowl of shredded wheat with strawberries, but I don't think I have time to eat it.

Laura is singing some inane song about how she believes in the sun. Or maybe the Son. There was an awkward moment last night at dinner when she made a fuss about how we weren't praying at my atheist grandfather's dinner table. Unsurprisingly, I find him much easier to get along with than all the rest of my God-fearing family...but this is neither the time nor the place for religious rants...or any more ranting, for that matter. I've got to hit the road!

Ciao, bellas! By the time you see me again I should be at least slightly more tan, and may have let a touch of the South infect my accent. Goodness knows I've eaten enough biscuits and fried chicken for that. See you all not soon enough!
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(no subject) [Jun. 23rd, 2007|10:48 am]
[Current Location |the South]
[mood |boredbored]
[music |Eve 6--Here's to the Night]

Well, I'm back at my Granddaddy's house after visiting Washington, D.C. I have to say, I really liked the feel of D.C., though I do tend to like the feel of the majority of big cities I'm in. What can I say, I guess I'm a big city kinda gal.
My favorite place to visit was definitely the Freer gallery. Soo much beautiful Asian art, and the Peacock room was just fabulous, and, for those of you who know what I'm talking about, the mental model for Hiko's study in SWSF. Actually, the whole gallery looks like his palace, or at least the first floor of it (I only saw the first floor, unfortunately). I can't say for certain that there will be a lot of scenes in there, but maybe a few interludes or an epilouge. I'll post pictures of it when I'm back on my own computer. There was also an adorable little chimera figure in the Chinese gallery who was absolutely enchanting. I want him to have a voice.
There was a really neat little used-books store, I got a copy of Ishmael, The Time Traveler's Wife (which was excellent and you were right as usual, Caitlin. Next time I see you on, we should discuss it), King Lear, Midsummer Night's Dream and The Hero with a Thousand Faces. It's a good thing I pack lightly with clothes, because if you add those to all the other books I brought with me, it gets to be a heavy load.
By the way...the European train system? Ten times better than the American one. Not only were the passengers rude and callous (and laaaarge--which is their choice, but makes it really hard to get past them in the narrow asiles), but the porters and conducters were as well. Add in that the trains were beaten up and decrepit...Oh, well, better than riding in the packed car with mein familie. I still need a long, dedicated back rub.
Granddad's house is as awesome as it ever was, and my rocker uncle David is here to visit. *throws up the horns* I'm sad to say, though, that my other rocker uncle, John, is getting divorced from my aunt Hope. I know this is going to be really hard on their three kids...but at least there won't be financial worries. They're both stinkin' rich (even if Hope is the stinkiest).
In the mean time, I'm sitting here at the computer trying to avoid reading the books I know I'll want in Douglasville, which is probably the most boring place on earth. And the hottest. And since it's socially conservative in the extreme, I won't be able to dress like the weather demands. At least there's a stretch of woods to explore...Maybe I'll see some fairies or something. Wish me luck?

This probably won't be the last post you hear from Down South, though I can't imagine the content will be any more interesting.
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(no subject) [Jun. 17th, 2007|10:54 am]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |birdies!]

Y HELO THAR from the South! I'm securely ensconced in my Granddaddy's house, and definitely enjoying myself. Both my Granddad and my step-grandma Marty are really awesome people (laid back, friendly, good cooks), so me and Emma are mostly just enjoying ourselves and reading on the porch/deck/thing.
Travel yesterday was fine, though I almost missed my first flight because, silly me, not used to being eighteen, forgot my I.D. at home and had to speed back there to grab my passport. Later on, we were laid over for a couple hours at the Chicago airport, and I got a caramel pecan roll that looked a whole lot like a human heart. I took pictures of it, I'll post those in a little bit. I also met a very nice lady who works as an archivist in Hong Kong. She's heading to Williamsburg to visit her "Sweetheart" (maybe I'm too young-looking to use the word 'lover' around? But maybe not, she was fond of her curse words. Must think on this). She was so interesting! I want to be like that when I get older. Except maybe without the job in Hong Kong. As interesting as the place is, I don't think that I would enjoy the hot hot hot summers...and I don't speak Chinese. That could be a stumbling block. Though, Corinne, I did recognize some of the curses you taught me, along with a few choice phrases often repeated by Cap'n Mal of Serenity.
Not much is going on other than that. I'm not too homesick yet, although I do miss the people (and my laptop's internet connection. I'm borrowing Granddad's computer because they don't have wireless for me to hack, but cable instead, and I'm too lazy to work with hardware :) ).
As it is, I'm going to run out of reading material soon, and (unfortunately), we know what happens when Tricia runs out of things to read...So, basically, that means there should be a new chapter of Movement in the offing soon. Now, I'm going to go drink lemonaid, pet the doggy, and wish that it were a little less humid. Have a nice day!
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(no subject) [Jun. 14th, 2007|10:39 am]

So yesterday, It happened. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to post about it while it was happening, but I was a mite busy battening down the hatches and seeing who I could contact out of our group...so basically, seeing who had made the Change and who hadn't. We ended up with a woefully small group--but thank gods Ali and Mia survived, I'm sure we'd all be dead without their weapons and skills. I did what I could with my bokken--lighter and easier to swing for someone who has not studied for far too long. Currently, we're all holed up in my house--we had the most food and emergency supplies. But I don't know how much longer we can last. They're still out there, and I think they can smell us or something.

Caitlin didn't make it. She...answered her phone, probably some reflexive habit left over in the body...but she wasn't there anymore.

I haven't been able to reach Tom. I...don't think he made it either, but I'm not letting myself think about things like that now.

I haven't heard from my family. They were out when it happened...at the mall. Which was the worst place to be.

The water and power and strangely even internet haven't cut out yet, so we're able to watch as other parts of the world go under. New York is going dark as we speak. Tokyo fell fastest, packed so tight together that they couldn't run.

There is no escape, no survival possible. What is nobler? To go down fighting, maybe become one of Them? Or to make the final refusal, to slip out some side door and burn this mortal house behind me? I can't tell. And...I'm still curious. I want to stay and see what happens.

Where there's life, there's hope? And what does that mean when you're undead?

Another wave's hit us. I have to go. I don't think I'll be back. To those who come after: Don't forget us.
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JESUS CHRIST IT'S A MEME GET IN THE CAR [May. 29th, 2007|11:38 pm]
[mood |hungryhungry]
[music |Tactics--Kenshin Themes Collection]

What is yours?
Explain yourself
Culinary: Pecan pie Crunch pecans, creamy caramel filling and flakey crust, all with more fat and sugar than is healthy at all, with the excuse of "it's cultural! It's part of my heritage!"
Literary: The Vorkosaigan Saga Okay...technically they're space operas. But really, they're amazing riffs on chivalry, honor and loyalty in complicated modern societies. And...they have really good love stories. Bujold is amazing.
Audiovisual: Dr. Who (the new ones) I think it's probably the combination of deep, deep wisdom and absolute confidence and optimism exuded by the Doctor that catches me. I don't have the stomach for cynicsm anymore.
Musical: The American Idiot album by Green Day (hey, these are guilts!) It's really catchy, and I happen to enjoy the storyline and the characters, especially any kind of girl that can be any sort of dangerous, salt-of-the-earth saint.
Celebrity: Kenneth Branaugh (did I spell that right?) He manages to indulge my weaknesses for manly beards, intellegent men and Shakespeare all at the same time in his production of Much Ado. I will always love him for this.

Now I tag:-

serria whiteadelphi bakazaru7 by_dirigible and tolkein_fan195

to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.

I've got another author's meme that I need to complete, with a bunch of questions about original characters and such. I'll get it done eventually, I'm sure. Perhaps I may even find something real to post about someday.

Well, school is getting out in two days. That should be fantastic. I'm so ready to leave high school behind.
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(no subject) [May. 21st, 2007|10:48 pm]
[mood |blahblah]
[music |Das Tier in Mir--E Nomine]

So I was over in stupid_free laughing at the idiots as is my wont, and a link got posted to a community of "womyn" who are "sassy" (read: bitches). And, of course, the anti-pornography feminists are brought up...which motivates the coming rant.

I have a strong dislike for the anti-pornography feminists. I dislike them even more than I dislike the average fanatic (is that a contradiction? I wish it were...), mostly because of the harm they've done to the women's movement, and the fact that they are what they think they are fighting against. I think it's the porn issue that makes me the most irritated, honestly. I got to sit in on an art issues course at the college I'm going to be attending next year, and they were discussing the power of art and censorship. Pornography was one of the things that got brought up, with the example of a bunch of racy posters that were put up in a subway tunnel in the West Bank. They were violently pulled down by a group of men. In the class discussion of this example, I actually spoke up (don't worry, the professor urged me at the beginning of class to speak up, I wasn't being rude) and suggested that perhaps the men in the West Bank were afraid of the power that the racy posters had over them, afraid of the power of women's bodies--and honestly, that's what I believe about pornography...when it's executed properly (i.e. in a way that does not exploit or degrade women).

Maybe its because I'm coming at this from a completely different perspective than the majority of people in my area. As a pagan, I worship (among other things) the Feminine Divine, in Her aspect as a sexual creature. That, and...well, I may have a habit of being charming to provide myself with food at conventions (not so much now that I'm dating someone, but dang if it ain't costing me food money!). But yes. Feminine sexuality, powerful, potentially frightening, awesome. Why not go find some good porn (if that sort of thing turns you on, of course ;) ) and go enjoy it? Not all sex is rape.
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lol, I'm an ocelot. Just like Kirk! (points if you get the reference) [Apr. 26th, 2007|04:03 pm]
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