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his coat the same brown
as the dust from which he rises
What is the sound of one hand slapping Schroedinger's cat?
The Quantum Duck goes "quark, quark."
I have it. You've probably got it. This is hard reading, but worth it.The Coyote posted this at Dreamwidth. You can comment here or join the others who have howled back there. (You don't even have to have an account -- you can use your LJ or Open_ID.)
(Don't be put off by the illustration on the button.)
Thing the First:
Re: Facebook/Twitter integration -- I keep my LJ separate from my facebook/twitter accounts. I know I'm connected to some of you over there and over here, but over there is also a place where I'm connected to my parents, and I use this space as a "safe" space, where I can rant about my family to my heart's content if I need to.
So, even if you're tempted, please don't. Not that I think any of you would actually be tempted.
Nor -- as should be clear from the above -- will I be integrating my LJ and FB/twitter. Therefore, I will not be cross-posting from anyone else's journal, either. Not that I would in the first place.
I'd rather not move to Dreamwidth, as I'm a permanent account holder and most of you are here, but I do have a dreamwidth account and I'm in the process of mirroring this account over there. I'll figure out how I'm going to integrate the two later.
Thing the Second, and Far more important:
jimhines is having a "Friend Promo" post here.
In this post, cloudscudding wrote:
I just launched "The Circus of Brass and Bone", an apocalyptic steampunk serial story and podcast that follows a circus traveling through the collapse of civilization.
I'm doing this to raise money for my mother's cancer treatment--she was diagnosed with Stage3c ovarian and endometrial cancer while working at a school in India, so she doesn't have health insurance. Coming back to the United States for treatment means both my parents had to give up their jobs,too. And because of their choice of careers--helping others--they don't have much in the way of savings to fall back on.
All donations go to pay for my mother's cancer treatment and related costs.
So, in order to signalboost, I'm reposting this with permission. I haven't dug in to The Circus very far myself (being as I'm at work, I can't, really), but I know there are several people on my friends' list for whom this is Relevant to their Interests.
And Jim's good people, and as far as I've been able to tell, his friends are generally good people, so there's that, too.
Webcomic: Guilded Age
I have to say...the first page intrigued me. Also, felt oddly familiar.
Because it's been a while, and my stress levels are currently off the charts, and on the philosophy why the hell not:
Following are twenty-five first lines from songs as they came up on my MP3 player, with the exception of three whose first lines would have given away the titles. Have fun identifying them:
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Adding a note: Several of these are kind of odd, many of them are album-only tracks, most of them are from the 80s and 00s but there are a handful of 70s tunes in there as well. There are at least two that I don't expect anyone to get, and one that was written (though not performed) by Shel Silverstein.
Some time, I'm going to do a 25 last lines of songs, or maybe movies. I dunno. One or the other.
As I was driving in to work today. Lovely example of the breed.
And, of course, I had no camera.
This is several different kinds of awesome. Link to Bad Astronomy, with pictures of Saturn's moon Mimas.
Now I want to watch Cast a Deadly Spell again.
But Netflix doesn't have it.
In July of 2001, my parents adopted a dog after the vet told them not to get attached (that's Lucky as he appeared 10 days after they adopted him on the top left, and wow, freeservers. That's a hell of a flashback).
He was a neurotic, fun, loving, not-exactly-dog-friendly goofball. He was the dog who had to back out of the room. He was the dog who bit the (concrete) bear. He was a big crybaby.
He was confused by life, often.
He was in ur garden, snorflin the flowers.
He was also a pureblooded white shepherd. With that, unfortunately, came hip displacia. He'd been doing well enough on medication with TLC to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Yesterday, however, my father noticed that he was having trouble getting water from his dish. And he didn't eat (and this is a dog that, once he came to my parents, never missed a meal for any reason).
And then he tripped on their girl dog, and fell, and couldn't get back to his feet again.*
I'm sad. I will miss him when I go home. My parents are devastated.
* I am sad. But this is so typical of Lucky; he went out of their life much the same way he came in: clumsily.
Saw this and thought of you...
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
Heading to the hospital in about 15 minutes. Will be incommunicado until probably some time Saturday or Sunday.
Posted via LiveJournal.app.
I have just realized that what I need for tomorrow night is one of those videos/DVDs that's nothing but a loop of a blazing fireplace.
Posted via LiveJournal.app.
As wyvernwell was once wont to say:
In other news, I put up a Christmas Tree and got lights strung and some ornaments on it last night.
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Yeah, it's a crappy picture. Still.
So, here's a video of Lucky Tuesday exiting a room in his usual fashion.
We love him.
In other news, I was entirely too happy when I got the notification from Amazon.com that my 2-disc copy of Star Trek was shipped today. Which means I should have it tomorrow.
Go watch this cartoon. Right now. You'll thank me for it.
It's really good...
Today's Typo of the day: "evoloved." Please define:
scendan just posted the following:
Thanks, State of California
Well, we just lost one of our biggest State contracts. Not just us. Everybody did. Domestic Violence funding in the State of California just got the plug pulled.
Wish us all luck, everybody. This is going to be really bad, no matter how it shakes out.
Anybody feel like donating to a worthy cause, our website is here and all of us who do this work... may not be soon. I will give details if or as I know them. http://www.trivalleyhaven.org
Even if you can only spare a little, believe me, it helps. We are the only secular domestic violence and homeless shelter in our area, the only rape crisis center, and one of only a few food pantries.
Folks, if you can give to Tri-valley Haven, that would be great. I encourage it. If you'd rather give to someplace more local to you that will also be hurt by this, I encourage that, too.
If you can't donate money, donate a little time or journal space, please?
This is reposted with scendan
's permission, and I also give you permission to repost this post verbatim if you'd like.
And yeah, I'll do a vacation recap at some point but I'm not in the mood right now.
For those who are interested, I posted a new fanfic at ST_Reboot. It's very, very PG.
And, shockingly, they didn't screw it up.
Also, the kid who played Chekov in ST:XI? Very, very talented mimic, and I look forward to seeing him act in more things, hopefully playing characters he can set his own stamp on.
Here's the first in the set:
Which is actually chronologically last.
Here's the last in the set:
Yes, it's blurry, and yes, I'm kind of peevish about it. I did get other, more in focus pictures of lizards later the same day.
Here's a random shot from the middle of the set:
Dead tulip bud, but I kind of like it.
There are lizards, poppies, unidentified flowers, aphids, and one lady bug who wasn't very cooperative in the rest of the set. Enjoy!
(Yes, I am going to beg. Comments and feedback are welcome. Yes, I am going to purchase more lady bugs to try to deal with the aphid problem.)
Something I just randomly remembered:
We went to the Old Spaghetti Factory for my mother's retirement dinner, and my sister and I had the following conversation:
Sis (upon getting an answer to what Dad was going to order): He's having pasta with fungus.
Me: Fungus and flesh.
Sis: What about you?
Me: Mizithra and meatballs
Sis: Oh, so you're having mold and flesh with your pasta. I'm having fungus and mold with mine.
Friend stuck sitting between us: It sounds better when you read it from the menu.
Wolverine...well, Hugh Jackman had his shirt off, and Liev Schriber devoured the scenery. That's about all I have to say about that.
Star Trek. I am pleased. Send more Bones. Also, it was nice to see that J.J. Abrams attempted to avoid tokenism in the casting; I saw Starfleet members of pretty much all races and even a mixture of ages, which was nice. A little more body-shape diversity would have been nice. I will probably go see it again in the theater once more on my own and will make sure my local family see it.
I miss having my clan around me for these sorts of movies.
Also, I need a good Bones icon, for my only two Star Trek icons are this one and one of Spock Prime labeled "Bitch, please."
Like free rice, this allows you to donate vaccines while answering word-use or Medical Terminology meanings:
This is not a poem
This is a series of words,
to say that I am tired;
my back is sore,
and my knee feels
like someone rammed a
knitting needle (blunt)
into the joint. The neighbors
are being noisy,
and I'm going to bed.
Another poem prompt: Why We Don't See Paintings of Venus Knitting
I'm going to bed. I tell you, though, if the precipitation remains at this level and turns into snow (which it's predicted to do, but we'll see), tomorrow's commute is going to be ug-lee.
Because I have been intrigued by Nine Things About Oracles that I've seen going around, here are mine:
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This is the sort of thing that I'd normally put on my poetry filter, but since I'm also going to share it with elisem I sort of can't do that.
But I'm just so pleased with this image that I have to share it:
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I added another couple of photos to my flickr photostream as well as this one. Nothing spectacular.
emmacrew, thank you so much! I will love it and hug it and kiss it and call it George.
Well, okay. Maybe not that second paragraph. But thank you!