Isn't it kind of odd that we made a board game based on creating amazingly expensive monopolies that people can't afford to pay and thus are bankrupt? I mean, after the Great Depression and all of that... now it's a freaking board game? What's next, a Slavery deck of cards?

To the guy sailing across Mission Bay with a porch umbrella
Date: 2008-02-28, 10:28PM PST


I suppose you were windsurfing. I've never seen anyone windsurf with a porch umbrella for a sail, boldly charging across the bay like a cross between Admiral Nelson and Mary Poppins. I was amazed -- you didn't just sail downwind, I swear I saw you tacking. You, sir, are my hero. I wanted to tell you so, but alas, I was on the shore. I had so many questions. No, I really only had one question (why?) but it seemed like a really, really good question. Every time I went back, I hoped to see you again, Umbrella Man, but alas, I have not seen you since. Should you happen to read this, could I trouble you for the story behind your brave voyage?

And I was reading the Communist Manifesto (though I still don't agree with most of it! and it was for research for this paper!) before. Good lord, what is college doing to me? please don't tell my dad.

( On the role of religion in philosophy and ethics. )

Be aware, if you are going to take a look (which I actually recommend, even if you disagree with me it's an interesting concept), it's not quite done and it's also a wee bit disjointed because when I write I do not write from the beginning to the end.

So one of the exercises due tomorrow (out of the twenty ish that I haven't done yet) was to take something you'd written and change something (make the main character 20 years older, have it happen in a radically different setting, change the dominant emotion, etc). So I took My Voodoo Shoes and changed it from a love for the shoes to a hatred. I think I kind of like this one better, to be completely honest...

( My Voodoo Shoes, take two )

Edit: I also did this with Poe's The Raven. I'm not sure if I'm only supposed to do this to my own stuff, but I don't think she'll mind all that much, if at all.


( The Elephant. )


Edit: ( Write a short story that is only one sentence long. )

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Of course. It's not all set in stone and whatnot. So. I mean, I might just be an alternate. And they won't have room. Or something.

also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-TAxm00jOg

At age 47, the Rolling Stones' bassist, Bill Wyman, began a relationship with 13-year old Mandy Smith, with her mother's blessing. Six years later, they were married, but the union only lasted seventeen months. Not long after, Bill's 30-year-old son Stephen married Mandy's mother, age 46. That made Stephen a stepfather to his former stepmother, Mandy.

( First Degree Sexual Assault )

( Second Degree Sexual Assault )

( Third Degree Sexual Assault )

( Fourth Degree Sexual Assault )

( Sexual Exploitation by a Therapist. )

So why is the fine for Third Degree 15k more than Second Degree? Why isn't there anything in Exploitation by a Therapist about losing their license? How confusingly worded is part 3 of Second Degree?

Not that anyone who reads my friends' page cares, but cut for ( spoilers for 4.00 Time Crash. )

So for my scavenger hunt I got ( The Encyclopedia on Prostitution and Sex Work (caused, brothels, sexual), war, and The Blind Girl. )
I also had to ( write a sonnet. )
In which I did not do all the specified requirements, but whatev. I did the ones that are relevant to sonnets, and I ended with all the ending sounds she wanted me to, but there was some other shit I was supposed to adhere to which I did not.

( endlessly. )
( unintended. )
edit: ( thoughts of a dying atheist. )

See, the thing that's so great about the Master (besides his hilarious personality and cute/quirky/hot good looks and music taste) is that his name is already Master, which for me is really really really really hot convenient.

edit: I wonder if I ever hooked up with the guy who played the Master on New Who if he would be weirded out if I wanted to call him the Master, or if he'd think it's hot.

In order to know what Sasquatch is, we must first know what he is not. He is not real. It is imperative that we understand this concept. He. Is. Not. Real. What Sasquatch is is everything else. He is a footprint in the snow. He is a blur in a shitty polaroid picture. He is an article in a tabloid. He is married to my sister. He is the missing link. He is the Yeti, he is the Lock Ness Monster, he is ghosts and witches and vampires and the Bermuda Triangle. He is a belief, a passtime, a lifestyle. He is a mystery.

My father's truck always reminded me of machines tearing down rain forests
of off-shore oil drills and fat, laughing executives
7 miles to the gallon on a good day.

My father's truck always reminded me of Martin Luthor King Jr
of civil rights and oppression and misogyny
my mother hated big trucks.

My father's truck always reminded me of Pinoccio
of Pleasure Island and of mean little boys who never grow up
he never could say no to a new toy.

My father's truck always reminds me of breaking glass
his windshield, his marriage, his family
all of it shattered.

My shoes I've had as long as I can remember.
Five dollars at a garage sale,
good quality for the price.
Made of fabric that used to be black
but has been leeched away to a spotty grey
in which I sometimes see my reflection
when I'm looking another way.

My shoes are tied up with bits of twine and safety pins
laces abandoned them long ago.
Ragged and dirty, the twine binds my shoes tight to my feet
a welcome straight-jacket for my toes.
While the pins silence my shoes' outspoken tongues
Stabbing down through the tough flesh.
All these needles in my voodoo shoes.

My shoes have been crying, I can tell
The eyelets are a watery pink
Tear stains all down the sides.
They hate the running, they hate the rain
They're tired and cold and long overdue for rest
So on the worst of nights I'll zip them up inside my jacket,
and hug them close to my heart.

My shoes take me where ever I go
But I don't blame them for where I end up.
In heaven I'll be running barefoot
and my shoes will retire to God's closet.

When Jack saunters into the Hub with his cheeky grin and his perfectly disheveled clothing, it is easy for Ianto to say no.

When Jack stumbles through the doorway, his eyes wide with unshed tears and his voice quiet and cracking, it isn't.

When Jack looks at Gwen with longing and disappointment, when he corners her, alone together in his office, it is easy for Ianto to say he doesn't love him.

When Jack stares into his eyes and tells him that through all people, all the planets, all the times, he's never met anyone like him, like here, like now, it isn't.

I cleaned and rearranged my room and I was so proud that I decided to take pictures and share them with you! I'll give you a tour, clockwise, through my dorm room. (i cut out my roommate's stuff. her shit is messy.)

( Read more... )

except for the perkins bit

What is love?

edit: I love the biker who mysteriously vanishes.

my mother was really creeped out when i told her the story of the mysterious paid perkin's bill. as was i, but hey at least i didn't have to pay for the coffee.

edit: rip this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FwEQKiMmLA

woooooooooo that was nice.

Novelists Strike Fails To Affect Anyone.

Quote of the day: "Tell me, or I'll bite your ear off and make a little boot out of it." - Leprechaun

( lol  )

So my sister's workplace is fecking weird. really. it freaks me out. anyway, on to more studying!

edited to add this:



NONE OF THE QUESTIONS HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH RANDOMLY QUOTING SONG LYRICS. IT"S A SIGN.

LOL BILLIE PIPER. wtf are you doing.

OMFG I WAS JUST WATCHING WEEDS AND THEY ENDED ONE OF THEIR EPISODES WITH MY FLOGGING MOLLY SONG YAY.