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Eugene, p3
They were walking down a narrow hallway lined with what were pretty definitely the doors to conference rooms, for all that they were inlaid with sapphires and emeralds and had title placards written in Angelic Script. Or, at least, Eugene was walking. The angel was moving by some form of locomotion that was as intricate and complex as the ( Read more... ) -
Dream
My dreams really raked me over the coals, last night. There were two concurrent threads...one was a movie that was playing in the background of a number of places I was in the dream. The movie was about some sort of dystopian future where there were artificial people. The artificial people weren't biologically human, they were like organic ( Read more... ) -
Anger
During a very uncomfortable conversation about the contents of my LiveJournal, last night, Melissa told me that I have a temper and deny that I have a temper, "which isn't good." I find myself wanting to become defensive about that, but it's purely reflex--where else can I put the truth, dear reader, if not here ( Read more... ) -
Crankiness
You know, I just realized what it is that bothers me about Burning Man ( Read more... ) -
Going Places
A word about public transportation in the Bay.
Getting around this place sans automobile requires you to be familiar with a number of transit systems, each of which have what might kindly be called their own particular quirks.- Bay Area Rapid Transit (affectionately referred to as BART, which is always grammatically said as if it is actually someone ( Read more... )
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There is a freedom in being forgotten.
From Telegram with Melissa:
In a radical change of tactics I decided to react to my deep physical and existential exhaustion by turning off all my lights and devices and going to bed. I had wonderful dreams in which my brother and sister and I were wandering through an underground world, along a path that was sometimes in caves and sometimes in ( Read more... ) -
Hmmm, in case you were wondering where I left THIS off...
To my surprise, when I reopened this journal for the first time in years, LJ asked me if I wanted to restore previous text from draft. Out of curiosity, I said yes ( Read more... ) -
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I have no sense of humor, no larger perspective, no higher purpose to put this in context of and make it okay.
In fact, I've just realized I don't even feel like writing about it. -
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My favorite question anyone has asked me in the last several months (which was a while ago; I'm just documenting it here so I don't forget):
"Hey, want to see what 1.4 grams of C-3 will do?"
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And the tide begins to turn
Mom and Dad came to get the storage unit key from me, the other day. Dad was very impressed by the fact that I was mowing the lawn, unassisted and unsupervised...and while that makes me tired inside, we were all actually perfectly nice to one another. It was relieving. ...aaaaaand, I can get into the storage unit, again! I stated this in my ( Read more... )