Crazed Machinations of the Failed Female

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Thank You.

Copper is the color of the Moon during totality

Man, Brandon, that telescope is bitchin.

You have irked me, but that is your space and I won't get angry there.

THIS, however, is my space, and I feel no shame getting angry here.

Go ahead. Make things less extraordinary. Make creation less spectacular. Do it. Fine. Believe that. Whatever.

But you cannot put the divine in a box. And you cannot think things so small and simple when they are not, when they are so obviously and wonderfully not.

You are but a tiny droplet in a sea of multitudes that you, that no one can ever in their wildest dreams come close to understanding. And it's time for you to fucking deal with it.

The weekend of grandiose adventures

Last Friday I drove down to Atlanta to visit some people, which is always fun...there is nothing I enjoy more than a good run around downtown Atlanta at six o'clock on a Friday evening. I'm being sarcastic if that wasn't instantly obvious. But I got to see Nathan, Philip and Jonathan, so it was worth it. I don't love you enough, Chris, I guess. On Saturday I was meandering about campus with Philip and Jonathan and thought about calling you, but I did not. Sorry. Don't worry though, you're still the prettiest princess around.

I wish I was a teapot

Forgetting you.

It's on the rainy days like this that I forget you the most. Other days I hardly have to think about it, and most rainy days it does not even cross my mind but occasionally...

I have to forget all over again about standing and laughing under the overhanging stairs. I have to forget all over again standing in the parking lot, holding up my jacket so that you could hunch your tall frame underneath it to light a cigarette. I have to forget all over again the day you fell asleep on me as we watched that movie. I have to forget all over again laughing at you as the raindrops irritated the razorburn on your scalp (I had warned you about dryshaving your head, but you were a "tough guy"). I have to forget all over again sobbing on the stairs, unable to climb them or descend...

It doesn't make me sad anymore, it just makes me angry...how could you toss me away like that? Didn't you understand I was the one who loved you the most? And the girl you threw me away for, the one who instigated the horrible things that you said to me, how long did she last? I don't think you ever forgave me for not crossing the line for you, but I told you time and again you didn't need a girlfriend, you just needed time, and I would be there to help you...but of course that meant nothing, and girl after girl came by and when they didn't work out I was always there for you, wasn't I? But then once I told you you shouldn't get involved with this next one, I could already tell what was going to happen and you flew off the handle and why? And how could you? Why and how could you? Why and how could you?

Now, years later, I still wonder....

Stupid, Stupid Rat Creatures!

I bought me the Crown of Horns today...it's been years since I first picked up that charmingly drawn comic book series about Fone Bone and his cousins and their adventures in the Valley...and there I was, holding the last volume...the last of the comic books...volume nine, right there in my hands. I sat down and read the whole thing in one sitting, and laughed, and cried, and felt the bittersweetness of Fone Bone's final decision, to stay in the Valley with Thorn and Granma Ben and the dragon, or to return to Boneville with his cousins...If you still have not read Bone by Jeff Smith I really truly suggest you do. What begins as a comical and fantastical romp through a strange and magical land becomes a convoluted and complex plot, including ancient treaties, royalty in exile, old dragons, the connection of all living things, the necessary balance between good and evil, the bonds of loyalty, and strange rat men things that like to eat quiche. Read some excerpts. Educate yourself. Give Jeff Smith money.

My favorite thing to do is to select Europa, set the time on 10000X and then go "WOOOAH!" really loud while Jupiter flies past. Like I'm surfing or something.

This is some seriously cool shit.

And Gorbechev had nothing to do with it.

The first quarter of the Georgia-LSU game has taken an hour. I was going to bake cookies before six today, and if I can tear myself away from the TV, I think it will be for the best. Being a Georgia fan is just exhausting.

I went and saw Sky Captain last night. It was decently entertaining, though alot of it hurt my eyes because I wasn't wearing my glasses and it was so dark it was hard to see what was going on. But it was like being in a comic book or one of those old movies with the evil mad scientist arch nemesis, so that was fun. And it had Jude Law. Oh my dear lord, Jude Law. What? The robots are impenetrable to bullets? That's okay. Jude Law will punch them. And then he will punch the control panel. And all will be right with the world.

I watched Finding Nemo for about the millionth time today...oh man do I love that movie. So does the rest of my family. At least....I think they do.....Where are they?....