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Sunday, 26 December 2004

Currently Reading
Death's Acre: Inside the Legendary Forensic Lab/the Body Farm/Where the Dead Do Tell Tales
By William M. Bass, Jon Jefferson
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Your dark side is centered around Pain. You feel you want to scream and cry, want to leave this place and run away from everything but you can't, you are trapped inside your head and there is no way out. All you want is a beautiful unique mind just like you, can listen and understand so you can full your world with happiness and peace. You will find what you want when you simplify your life and stop looking to the dark side.
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Wednesday, 10 November 2004

Currently Reading
A Home at the End of the World: A Novel
By Michael Cunningham
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If I were a month, I'd be: October
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Thursday
If I were a time of day, I'd be: 9 p.m.
If I were a planet, I'd be: Pluto
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: a gray whale
If I were a direction, I'd be: northwest
If I were a sin, I'd be: sloth
If I were a liquid, I'd be: water, or Pepsi
If I were a tree, I'd be: oak
If I were a bird, I'd be: a jay. or a wren.
If I were a tool, I'd be: a screwdriver, acoustic
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: a daffodil
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: sunny and cold, with threatening rain
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: a shapeshifter
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a piano, or a wooden flute.
If I were an animal, I'd be: a horse.
If I were a color, I'd be: deep emerald green
If I were an emotion, I'd be: yearning
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: carrot
If I were a sound, I'd be: running water
If I were an element, I'd be: fire, or earth
If I were a car, I'd be: a Saturn.
If I were a song, I'd be: "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley or "Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen
If I were a movie, I'd be: Lawrence of Arabia, or A Beautiful Mind
If I were a book, I'd be: The Once and Future King, by T.H. White
If I were a place, I'd be: a mountainside, by a lake or a river
If I were a material, I'd be: velvet
If I were a taste, I'd be: chocolate.
If I were a scent, I'd be: cinnamon and cloves and chocolate
If I were a word, I'd be: pensive
If I were an object, I'd be: a cushion
If I were a body part, I'd be: hands
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: a smile
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: English or history
If I were a shape, I'd be: a rhombus
If I were a number, I'd be: 42

Wednesday, 03 November 2004

Currently Reading
Light in August (Vintage International)
By WILLIAM FAULKNER
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Well, he won.

The squinty little rat bastard won. Now we're stuck with four more years of that damned banty rooster and his merry band of greedy thieves, cowards and thugs.

Excuse my French.

I'm so depressed right now that I've been looking at Canada and New Zealand websites all day. I love the United States; I really do. I'm a flippin' patriot, flag-wavin' do-gooder. I honestly do think this country is a worthy experiment in representative democracy. But right now, with the weasel pack in power for four more years, I'm seriously worried. I'm afraid they'll do irreparable harm to the country I love. Supreme Court appointments. Republican majorities in the House AND Senate. A terrified, misled sheep herd of an electorate which is more worried about "moral values," whatever those are, than the economy, the Middle East, education or even terrorism. It's a scary prospect.

One part of me says it's time to just hunker down and be vewwy vewwy quiet for about four years, but another part insists that now's the time to really start kicking up a ruckus. Fight for gay unions. Fight for universal health care. Fight against the war in Iraq. Fight against tax cuts for Bush's rich friends and for help for education, jobs and health care. Get Social Security out of their hands. The list goes on.

Then there's the part that's been looking at Canada and New Zealand.

Maybe after I get out from under the desk, where I've been whimpering in the dark, I'll start trying to make up my mind.

Monday, 18 October 2004

John and Aeryn named their baby boy D'Argo, and I cried. So sue me.

Farscape screamed, exploded and shuddered to an actual (maybe) end tonight, with D'Argo dying and Stark achieving some degree of peace. John and Aeryn got married in a pool while she was giving birth to their son and umpty zillion Scarrans were trying to kill them. John finally made the damn wormhole weapon everybody had been jonesing for for five years, and it was one mean mother.

And peace was achieved.

But D'Argo died, and I always liked D'Argo.

And the baby's name is D'Argo Sun Crichton.

Fare well, Farscape.