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February 6th, 2006


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12:05 pm - A smackle of entries. . .
The first entry is from Friday, but every other entry in this LJ entry has been pieced together from other entries that never really stood on their own. Either they were the starts of entries that never got finished (the oldest is from 10/22/2004), or they didn't fit anywhere else. Most of the quotes were just picked up along the way, some being descriptive and some just being worth remembering. Enjoy, and please feel free to comment or answer any questions posed.


I spent Friday night passed out on the floor of my office. I was sick, horribly sick. Everything from my knees to my digestion to my thought processes were painful or in revolt.

I knew I wouldn't be able to drive home in the condition I was in. I pulled out my jacket and spread it over me, propped my bag against the wall, and put my head down.

The world spun when I closed my eyes, but leaving them open brought amazing pain with the dim light.

I was helpless and lost, lying there among the dust bunnies and the layer of dirt my floor has accumulated because the housekeeping staff won't vacuum my office, and won't loan me the cleaner to do the work myself.

I didn't care about the grime. I was too tired.

And so I lay, clutching my stomach and my head, for an hour.

I finally got up when the phone rang. Had Tina not called, I might have stayed the night there. She offered to pick me up, but my pride took over at that point. I decided that I would come home when I was sure I could walk as far as the car.

I made it home that night, but was still in pretty bad pain. I'm not sure what was wrong with me, as I was all right the next morning.

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I woke up with it burned into my third eye. The afterburn was still visible right in front of me, but unlike the normal static afterburn, I was looking at a changing, still-burning image. Heat poured off the image and onto my eyeballs, forcing me to shut my eyes again.

I pressed my palms into my eyes, but the image was still there, and the pressure only served to make the pain worse. I focused my eyes on the image, an easy task despite the heat because it sat in the center of my vision in the darkness.

It was a rune, independent of the Futhark.

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If you think this sounds confusing, you should see it through my eyes. -Jimmy Buffett

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Formal Complaints are Pokemon!

Gotta catch 'em all!

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latexpussy says: "Please Mr. MJD, please fit into my little box of pain and suffering, and make sense because not making sense sucks ass."

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Mostly I stood around and gawked... especially at girls. I hadn't realized just how wonderful they were. Look, I've approved of girls from the time I first noticed that the difference was more than just that they dress differently. So far as I remember I never did go through that period boys are supposed to go through when they know that girls are different but dislike them; I've always liked girls.

But that day I realized that I had long been taking them for granted. Girls are simply wonderful. Just to stand on a corner and watch them going past is delightful. They don't walk. At least, not what we do when we walk. I don't know how to describe it, but its much more complex and utterly delightful. They don't move just their feet; everything moves and in different directions... and all of it graceful.
-Heinlein, Starship Troopers


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I would like to take a moment (and only just a moment, I assure you), to request the cessation of prayers on my behalf.

I'm not sure who you're talking to, or even who is doing the talking, but I would kindly request that any prayers/good thoughts/happy intentions not be sent my direction for a while. My life is fine, I'm extremely happy right now, and honestly, people other than me could use that time and effort a lot more.

Instead of taking the time to spare a good thought about me, please spare it about someone who really needs it. The guy at the bus stop who never smiles, perhaps, or the girl who just had her heartbroken.

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"There are hidden contradictions in the minds of people who "love Nature" while deploring the "artificialities" with which "Man has spoiled `Nature.'" The obvious contradiction lies in their choice of words, which imply that Man and his artifacts are not part of "Nature" : but beavers and their dams are."
-Heinlein


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shizukagozen has indicated that I really ought to be more jealous. I should have a full list of people that I should be jealous of, another list of people that I'm jealous about, and a third that I just wrote up to see who took offense.

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The rules are different across the board. Each girl has a separate set, and I try to keep them straight to myself.

Most of the time, the rules come out when one is broken.

But some of them have their rules written down in advance.

There's something special about having all those rules written out, rules that only the two of us know, but that are clear in their wording and intent.

Especially when those rules indicate that we might just get in trouble if anyone catches us carrying them out.

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"Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse."
-Heinlein


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My first entity that I create, following the procedure outlined in the book Creating Magickal Entities, will be an entity designed to remove the "K" from the end of the word "Magick".

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I had a dream recently in which uberrod was receiving some sort of honour from his Grove at a festival, and I was there at the ritual in which it was taking place. Each person was supposed to say something nice about the person, or something that person did that was important to them. I wrote down what I said when I woke up, because it really was true. I expanded it just a bit as it faded from memory into dream:
Rod and I have taken different paths in ADF. We stick to our own, and the paths we travel, though similar, rarely overlap or cross. He follows a more warrior-oriented path, but I recognize it as every bit as spiritual as mine. I think his runic reki stuff is complete bunk, but it works for a lot of people, and besides, it's the reki part I find bunk, not the runic part, so it's not like I have anything bad to say about it beyond, "Well, it doesn't work for me," which is less a criticism of his system than it is a criticism of me. Rod came down to visit my Grove even though he certainly didn't have to, and I'm very glad to know him.
The dream also gave me some ideas of what to do for people who finish their DP within the Grove, as well as for any other major accomplishments.

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"I do know that the slickest way to lie is to tell the right amount of truth - then to shut up."
-Heinlein


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How do you greet someone you love? In particular, how do you greet someone you love that no one else knows you love? Do you greet them with a solid kiss, hard on the lips and with an obvious promise attached? Or do you greet them with a sly wink and a knowing grin, your plots and promises worked out in advance? Do you hug them and smile, but whisper your plans into their ear when no one can hear? Do you simply treat them as a friend and wait for them to make the first move?

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Audacity, always audacity. When I was in high school, I won a debate by quoting an argument from the British Colonial Shipping Board. The opposition was unable to refute me - because there never was a British Colonial Shipping Board.
-Heinlein, Jubal Harshaw, Stranger


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On roommates and practicing Paganism in dorms:
Boy, it's embarrassing to be interrupted by your roommate opening the door with his date when you're standing naked in a chalked out pentagram holding a knife and chanting something about a "horned god." We won't discuss how I know this. . . it's best just to accept it. On the bright side, you may not have a roommate after such an incident. On the not-so-bright side, it might seriously fracture your relationship with your roommate, and could lead to a crazy rollercoaster ride of investigations and questions from neighbors.


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I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats - I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you the figures.

While still a kitten, all fluff and buzzes, Pete had worked out a simple philosophy. I was in charge of quarters, rations, and weather; he was in charge of everything else. But he held me especially responsible for weather. Connecticut winters are good only for Christmas cards; regularly that winter Pete would check his own door, refuse to go outside because of that unpleasant white stuff beyond it (he was no fool), then badger me to open a people door.

He had a fixed conviction that at least one of them must lead into summer weather. Each time this meant that I had to go around with him to each of the eleven doors, hold it open while he satisfied himself that it was winter out that way, too, then go on to the next door, while his criticisms of my mismanagement of the weather grew more bitter with each disappointment.

...But he never gave up his search for the Door into Summer.
-Heinlein


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There are a few things that shouldn't go together. I never pictured that K. and I would go together after what happened last time, for instance.

But then, some people have put vinegar on french fries. This world has made some disgusting combinations, so why not one that's merely strange?

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What did I want?

I wanted the hurtling moons of Barsoom. I wanted Storisende and Poictesme, and Holmes shaking me awake to tell me, "The game's afoot!" I wanted to float down the Mississippi on a raft and elude a mob in company with the Duke of Bilgewater and Lost Dauphin.

I wanted Prester John, and Excalibur held by a moon-white arm out of a silent lake. I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and to eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon. I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be the way they had promised me it was going to be, instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is.

I had had one chance - for ten minutes yesterday afternoon. Helen of Troy, whatever your true name may be - and I had known it - and I had let it slip away.
Maybe one chance is all you ever get.
-Heinlein, Oscar Gordon, "Glory Road"


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Why are the words "musing" and "amusing" not mutually exclusive?

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