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For ATPOers... [Jun. 20th, 2010|10:06 pm]
...just got a phone call. The Gathering has been displaced by wildfires. They had to evacuate. They're out of danger, as far as I know, but left all their stuff back in the cabin. Think good thoughts.

Edit: Looks like they managed to get on-line.
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(no subject) [Oct. 11th, 2008|06:19 pm]
Happy Birthday, Bit!
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2007|10:46 pm]
Inspired by hearing Anatsuno's lovely voice, I intended to wax nostalgiac about the time I lived in Orleans today, but have decided to put that off for another time. Instead, I will share the encounter I had outside my door. For the last year and a half, assorted birds have used a nest on my front porch (originally built by robins) to lay their eggs and raise their brood. The latest batch of chicks took to flying today sometime between 12:10 p.m., when I stepped out to my car to get a notebook I needed, and 1 p.m., when I left for the afternoon.

When I emerged the second time, they were on the lawn just past the steps, while the mother was perched on the garage roof. As I descended the steps, the mother fluttered down and started the whole "wounded bird" routine, intended to draw me away from her chicks. It was a most impressive bit of acting, and would have been a complete success (assuming I actually intended to eat her chicks, of course) had it not been for the fact that she drew her kids' attention. As she hop-fluttered away from me, the two chicks followed her. Another hop. They followed her again. She stopped and looked at them, and if ever a beady eye set in a befeathered face could show annoyance, hers did. After the pause, the chase continued as she frantically tried to lose her kids, hopping all over the yard despite the fact that I moved nary an inch and many of her hops actually brought her -- and her kids -- closer to me. This went on for 3 minutes or so before I just grew too embarrassed for her and quietly snuck over to my car.

In other news, I'm struggling to figure out in what world anyone could consider this an appropriate response to the problem. Singling out an ethnic group -- whose woes you and your ilk are largely responsible for -- and restricting their rights without restricting those of the rest of the country seems a bit...questionable. Surely there are less-repressive ways of dealing with what I'm certain is a very real problem. Like, say, fixing the underlying issues rather than the superficial ones.
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(no subject) [Mar. 28th, 2007|11:59 pm]
Happy Birthday, LadyS. May oodles of Canadian porn brighten your year.

Edit: Got it in just under the wire at 23:59. Hah!
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(no subject) [Oct. 12th, 2006|12:44 am]
Okay, I'm back. I took a lengthy break from LJ to...well, do whatever cool kids do when they take lengthy breaks. Did I miss anything?

Oh, and Happy Birthday, atpolittlebit! I hope the coming year is better than all the previous years put together.
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(no subject) [May. 28th, 2006|11:24 pm]
Also, in addition to my brief tale of conversational gaffes and soul-sucking awkwardness in my last post, I meant to direct a question to my f-list:

On the heels of KdS's analysis of spec-fic, I've been thinking about my on-going struggle to update my personal canon of sci-fi and fantasy. My dilemma has been to avoid the "pulp" stuff (if, while browsing the bookstore, I have to read one more title with some variation of the words "mage," "dragon," "magic/magick/majick/majoke," etc, often with a colorful picture of what is obviously an elf on the cover, I swear I will start endorsing censorship.) Searching on-line doesn't help much -- most of what I see is either 1) stuff that doesn't remotely interest me (Lackey, Pierce, Gaiman, Salvatore, anime/comics, et cetera) because they seem to be too "pop fic," if that makes sense, or 2) stuff seems a bit too overtly oriented in the socio-political. I find the latter extremely distracting because most writers I've seen of late have no sense of subtlety, so the message comes to dominate the medium. I don't necessarily disagree with the message, but I don't need to have it glaring angrily at me while I'm trying to relax and enjoy a book.

I'm fond of old-school stuff -- the Tolkiens and the Liebers and the Heinleins and the Bears and the Nivens and Besters and the Le Guins and the Golden/Silver Age fiction -- but I've pretty much run through those in terms of interest...I'm ready to join the 21st century and find out who the new grandmasters of good old-fashioned sci-fi and fantasy are. It shames me to say so, but the last stuff to really fascinate me were Stephen Donaldson's fantasy and sci-fi (even if he did have a wee problem with over-writing and over-emoting) and William Gibson's stuff (even if his works other than Neuromancer are rather formulaic.) But those date from the late 70's, early to mid 80's. At least their original stuff does, though Donaldson did some excellent sci-fi stuff in the 90's and Gibson has been writing solidly, but not spectacularly, since the apex he reached with Neuromancer.

I'd ask around for recs, but I have no idea if anyone else has the same tastes as me. And reading titles in the bookstore just depresses me no end because all I can think about is how, time was, I could immediately tell you whether a given book or series (I like series) was a fun read. The Books of Swords, the Robot series, Heinlein's "total psychotic pontificating sex-fiend nutjob" period from Stranger until his death, even the Moorcock stuff. Nowadays, though....

p.s. I've now read 15 pages of "The Da Vinci Code" in 5 days. I hate it more than even Snacky does.
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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2006|11:52 pm]
The State Board of Elections in February ruled against Hunter's request to appear on the ballot with the nickname "Madame Justice," a moniker Hunter has said she adopted in 1998.

~ from an article about a candidate for judgeship in North Carolina.

I really don't think I need to add anything here.
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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2006|11:52 am]
For many of you, I suspect, the words "high school" evoke horror, sadness and an insatiable yearning for junk food made of viciously uncouth glutens. From what I remember, it wasn't a particularly onerous time for me. Some good friends, decent social life, and, if I recall correctly, a magical night far out in the woods, the fire a'blazing, the chipmunks chipping (or munking or whatever they do) and a fortuitous condom in my glove compartment helping to bring about the end of 15 or 16 years of celibacy. So I think as fondly on those years as I might on any portion of my life that I barely recall and have no particular desire to relive. As best I can tell, it was a time of waiting patiently for real life to finally get started.

But I do remember the saga of Le Petit Prince, or How Bathetic French Literature Almost Turned Me Gay.Collapse )

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(no subject) [Jan. 31st, 2006|01:43 am]
P.S. Happy Birthday, Scroll! I'd offer you some [fill in the blank]/[fill in the blank] slash, but I have no idea who goes in the blanks. Daniel? Marcel? John? Kierkegaard? Plus I don't write fanfic.

Oh well. Anyhow, happy birthday.
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(no subject) [Jan. 31st, 2006|01:34 am]
Dear cat o' mine:

I understand that curiosity is a natural part of being feline, but could you please refrain from trying to stick your muzzle into my mouth when I'm yawning? I honestly feel such restraint would work out best for both of us. You won't choke me -- your sole source of food and water at this precise moment -- to death, and I won't accidentally bite your damned nose off!
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