On Life and Love
Whatever is making or breaking my day.
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A “drinking” game
This really shouldn’t involve any alcohol. I prefer cranberry juice, although pink lemonade would work great, too. Line up several episodes of Star Trek: DS9. Ten or so. Get together a lot of one of the above juices and several friends. Take sips when: There’s an “ethnic moment”: like when Ensign Muñiz dies in “The Ship” and is all like, “Si, jefe. Si, papi!” Or when Worf says things like, “Honor! Honor… Klingon…Honor!” Sip for the duration of the “moment”. Small sips are best. Very small sips. Someone indignantly says, “Quark!” This does not include Bashir. (For reasons you’ll see later.) This does include the Grand Nagus (bwua-ha-ha). Someone is…
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Asplosions!
Evidently, the parents are moving to California. They want me to come take some of my stuff back to Terre Haute to make their move easier. Wow.
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Miss me not
The man stands just inside the edge of a forest. Ahead of him is the cool calm of forest growing over, around, and occasionally through a gravel path. He was set to move forward, to progress and see what this forest would offer. What he could offer the forest. Behind him, he heard a sound that made him look back. Honestly, it didn’t take much of a sound. He was nervous about moving ahead, as much as he wanted to leave behind what was behind. The field reaching behind him is well-manicured, with lawnmower tracks weaving their lazy way back and forth. The sun shines down beautifully, but mercilessly. Far…
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Midnight linkage
Spammers turn on anti-spam vigilantes » From P6. This is some harsh crap. I don’t know that I like being quite that mean about spam, but I mos def understand the motivation.
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Midnight linkage
aethercowboy: Running Round in Circles and Why MySpace is Evil » Jacob enlightened me quite a bit as to one of the shadiest terms of use ever–those of MySpace. Heads up, folks.