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Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream…

I don’t normally remember my dreams, but this one was bizarre enough to stick in my head, and I’m still not sure what it means.

I was working in a library, shelving books and listening to NPR radio. They were doing a report on a new event being considered for the summer Olympics. I forget what they called it, but it was apparently developed in Cuba, and was described as a summer counterpart to the two man luge, except instead of a two man sled, it was a two-seater swing (like a playground swingset with the bucket seats for small children, except this one had another “bucket” immediately behind it.)

I have no idea how this competition would be scored, and even the reporter conducting the interview seemed at a loss. “What exactly is the point of this?” he asked one official.

Anyway, apparently nobody really wanted this to be an Olympic sport except the Ukraine, who were the only country who were any good at it.

I have no idea what this means.

Oh, for Heaven’s sake…

I thought about writing a short rant about this myself, but John Scalzi has pretty much already said everything that needs to be said about Fred Phelps latest headline grab attempt.

I wish I could say it surprises me, but it doesn’t. Phelps and his venemous ilk are such frothing pinheads that even other homophobic religious zealots recognize he gives them a bad name. I really wish I could understand how people managed to take a religion supposedly founded on the idea of love and corrupted and perverted it so foully.

Well, the poll seems to have run out of steam, so here’s all that was left. If anyone still wants to leave a question that hasn’t by now, I’ll be checking in on it a couple of more times over the next few days, and if nothing comes in, I’ll call it a wrap. 🙂

filkerdave: Oh, that’s easy. It was at OVFF 2001, but possibly not what you imagine. I had been walking around all weekend in a bit of a daze, mostly because I was coming to grips with the fact that I was actually happy for the first time in so long I didn’t recognize the sensation at first. It was rapidly becoming clear to me that my decision to end the relationship I was in was the right one, though I still had some lingering doubts.

The singular moment, though, was listening to Erica Neely sing her gyspy song, which contained the line “I might survive the loss of you, but not the loss of me.” At that moment, everything crystallized around that one phrase, and I knew that my decision WAS the right one, and the risk I was taking if I didn’t execute it.

There was a certain kiss in a certain back hallway the next day that was pretty momentous too, though. 🙂

rectangularcat: I don’t know. Sense is rarely profound, and most of the time, that’s what I try to impart in advice to people.

keristor African or European?

Penny for your thoughts…

(linked via randomrants, who is still entirely cool even if she and I live in the same town and still manage to never see each other anymore *G*):

The MegaPenny Project

Happy birthday to…

a person my life has always been made richer by knowing.

Love you, telynor. Hope your day is wonderful!

skygazing

I lie on my back
and look up at the sky
a pale blue expanse with
scattered white clouds
like drifting banks of snow
or perhaps crumpled linen
waiting for the wash
and I wonder
how the sky is where you are
and if you are lying on your back
and thinking of me

Bush vs. Bush

George W. Bush debates George W. Bush on foreign policy

I’m having trouble believing this is a real news story

It’s not April 1, it’s in a usually reliable tech news source.

Um, I’m at a loss. Make your own joke:

MSN to Test Internet Toilet in UK

A Poem For Spring

driving into work today,
the brilliant blues and greens of
spring in the south
made me think about poetry
and how lucky we are
that so few words
can touch us so deeply
how lucky we are
that so much can be said
in a few short lines of
imagery and allusion
but most importantly
how lucky we are
when the sands of time have shifted
that the poetry we wrote as teenagers
in a spiral bound notebook when we should have been studying
quadratic equations
has long since gone missing
and is unlikely to be found again

More Answers

Still haven’t heard from lots of you. Feel free to drop a question here!

browngirl: I’ve always been slightly tall for my age, but sometime in my teen years it just all got out of hand. *shrug*

nrivkis: I moved to Georgia way back when I got involved with my now-ex. I admit that I’m very fond of Alpharetta, and I was very fond of Athens, for all that it’d be hard for me to find a good job there. I think if I could live anywhere I wanted, without having to worry about the logistics (IE, could get a stable job that paid enough to cover living expenses, etc), I’d like to live in the UK.

My biggest problem is that no matter where I live, too many of my friends will live much too far away.

delennara: I honestly don’t remember. A book, though, that had a tremendous impression on me, and I still have a copy in my home library (my first copy was a gift from my grandmother): “The Arbuthnot Anthology of Children’s Literature”, which includes an extensive section of folk tales from around the world, broken up by nationality.

Keep those questions coming, guys! 🙂

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