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First, I direct you to Wm. Shakespeare's Five and Twenty Random Things Abovt Me. "1 Sometimes I Feele so trapp’d by iambic pentameter... Does that make me a Freake?[...] "12 I keepe my Stashe hidden in our seconde best bedde. Shhh. Don’t tell the Fyve-Oh." (Mystery of the second-best bed solved at last!)
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elanor_x has links to snarky recaps of the Twilight series (with insider's info on the Mormon influences on the book) and to an old ladies' blog in which the old ladies show you exactly how Ann Coulter's logic is seriously flawed. (And empathy, and a lot of other things.)
In the spirit of Will's random things, some random things of my own:
* I really need to stop dreaming about running through complicated mansions full of puzzles and possible pursuing bad guys, because it's exhausting. At least I respawn when I die, and know I can do so - that takes away some of the fear.
* I also dreamed my waking injuries onto my dream-self. This usually doesn't happen - if I have a bruise or a cold sore or whatever, my dream self doesn't. This time, I stepped outside my dream-body into an identical (equally solid) dream-body and poked my original (now comatose) self. Didn't feel a thing. So I closed the car door so I could wash the windows, only to realize I'd left my primary body's left arm and leg - the injured ones - hanging out the door, and I'd just slammed them!
* My sister is right: I say full sentences in my sleep. I woke up just enough to hear myself doing it, and to realize that talking in the dream was suddenly hard because I was actually physically moving my lips and trying to force out sound. I think my mom and I were dissecting some text and I was trying to persuade her of... something.
* Okay, something non-dream-related: tomorrow is pastry day! One of the alum (grand?)parents volunteers every Tuesday to cover books, and she brings pastries. The literary magazine is also having a bake sale, and of course the admin building food fairy might deliver something... They're nice job perks (except for my health, but whatev, I can save money on food!).
* Oh, and we're getting Abraham Lincoln a 200th birthday cake. Because mm, cake! I shall imagine it's Darwin's cake too, since they share a birthday. (Other 200th birthdays this year: Edgar Allan Poe, January 19; Felix Mendelssohn, February 3.)
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elanor_x has links to snarky recaps of the Twilight series (with insider's info on the Mormon influences on the book) and to an old ladies' blog in which the old ladies show you exactly how Ann Coulter's logic is seriously flawed. (And empathy, and a lot of other things.)In the spirit of Will's random things, some random things of my own:
* I really need to stop dreaming about running through complicated mansions full of puzzles and possible pursuing bad guys, because it's exhausting. At least I respawn when I die, and know I can do so - that takes away some of the fear.
* I also dreamed my waking injuries onto my dream-self. This usually doesn't happen - if I have a bruise or a cold sore or whatever, my dream self doesn't. This time, I stepped outside my dream-body into an identical (equally solid) dream-body and poked my original (now comatose) self. Didn't feel a thing. So I closed the car door so I could wash the windows, only to realize I'd left my primary body's left arm and leg - the injured ones - hanging out the door, and I'd just slammed them!
* My sister is right: I say full sentences in my sleep. I woke up just enough to hear myself doing it, and to realize that talking in the dream was suddenly hard because I was actually physically moving my lips and trying to force out sound. I think my mom and I were dissecting some text and I was trying to persuade her of... something.
* Okay, something non-dream-related: tomorrow is pastry day! One of the alum (grand?)parents volunteers every Tuesday to cover books, and she brings pastries. The literary magazine is also having a bake sale, and of course the admin building food fairy might deliver something... They're nice job perks (except for my health, but whatev, I can save money on food!).
* Oh, and we're getting Abraham Lincoln a 200th birthday cake. Because mm, cake! I shall imagine it's Darwin's cake too, since they share a birthday. (Other 200th birthdays this year: Edgar Allan Poe, January 19; Felix Mendelssohn, February 3.)
