The last half hour I spent gazing at the nearly full moon through my telescope, feeling great wonder that we walked on this thing, that we explained its motion, that we described its nature, that we discovered its origin.

My species amazes me so much sometimes. Tonight, it was in a good way.

No. A great way.

I couldn't be more glad for switching majors. Go physics. Feel the PWN, moon.

We walked on this.

epiphany   n.  From the Greek for "shining forth". The sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something.

Last update for a while, damn you, school

I dreamed the night before of a strange world indeed, one where a castle stood protected by an army of spearmen who had mastered a most unusual method of attack. Amassing themselves on the parapet, they would link arm in arm with each other, and, as the enemy army below reached the rampart, the spearmen would uncoil down the wall, rolling over their foes like a pincushioned tentacle thirty men wide.

This vista, incredible though it was, held me for but a moment. Then I found myself before twin tomes, one dark, one light. In the one, esoteric symbols beyond earthly ken, fey lines crisscrossing the yawning gulfs of its parchment. In the other, a line of symbols familiar and true, culminating in a helmeted visage which I must be acquainted with by now as my own. I turned: "I only have to... read one?"

"Choose, and remake this world again anew."

I swallowed. Alright then. "Triangle, circle, square, X... MASTER CHIEF!"

If I ever go insane, rest assured it will be really cool for me.

My dream last night was more ordinary. My ex and I had run into each other at a skateboard... whatdyacallit... ramp trick contest. We were both reticent at first, but then we started talking. bearr was participating. He did this trick where he grabbed his board mid-air and — yes — air guitared on it. He did a TV news interview afterwards about it. I got to really impress my ex by telling her, "I know that guy!"

My ex's gait gathers a marching quality when I'm working in Towers and she must walk past me. It always looks like an especially venomous glare to me. Glare by non-acknowledgement, if you will. I guess it shouldn't surprise me, really. It was a while ago, but I can't deny that the last message I sent her was intended to wound... any more than I can take it back. Perhaps I could try letting this state of affairs go to my head as a writer. Anyone can make an ex angry, but to get them so they won't give you so much as a fraction of a second of eye contact, three months later? That's class.

Still, I keep thinking of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, the part when he calls up the girl he loved in his own weird way (and tried to kill) and tenders the best apology he can, concluding, I just ask for what we all ask of the people we respect — That the thought of me does not compel you to violent spasms of projectile vomiting. I believe my days of getting that much from H. are through. She's made it quite clear that she doesn't welcome hearing from me.

I'd like to rescue her from a mugger. I even have it all planned out in my head, the way I'd use this one move we learned in Tae Soo Do to break his arm in two places.

Anyone wanna earn 20 bucks?

I admit, it was with some trepidation that I approached the 'What is your theme song?' quiz. Silly me.

<td align="center">Your Theme Song:

"Bohemian Rhapsody", Queen

Magnifico, Freddie. Magnifico.

'What is your theme song?' at QuizGalaxy.com

It should have come as no surprise, I suppose. Freddie Mercury was of course born in Zanzibar, and the second game of the Metal Gear series, which I of course am dedicated to heart and soul, takes place in Zanzibar Land, a fact no doubt taken into account by the ruthless, serpentine circuitry that houses the WiyTSQ's pitiless algorithms. Not to mention Freddie penned Rhapsody in 1975, eight years to the year before I was born. But could even the unthinkably sophisticated Byzantine device that is the WiyTSQ, remorselessly efficient though it may be, find a song that encapsulated my wily, yet playful nature?

Did you really think otherwise? "When the band wanted to release [Bohemian Rhapsody] as a single in 1975, it had been suggested that, at 5 minutes and 55 seconds, it was far too long and would thus never be a hit. But Mercury gave a copy of the single to friend and London DJ, Kenny Everett, informing him that it was for him personally, and that he must never play it. The reverse psychology worked and Everett ended up playing the song on the air, up to fourteen times in the same day."[1]

(Parting Pimping: For all you Queen/Evangelion fans who haven't yet seen it, I urge checking this music video of Rhapsody out.)
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Got this from notasfatasmike, my thankless roommate. Go to Wikipedia. Type in your birthday without the year. List 3 cool facts, 2 births, and a death.

January 29 IN HISTORY!

3 facts
1933 - Adolf Hitler appointed Chancellor of Germany. He represents the National Socialist German Workers Party (Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei). Twelve years later, no one is ever again named Adolf. Referring to unpopular teachers as Die Führer skyrockets.
1964 - Stanley Kubrick's black comedy Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb is released in the U.S., satirizing the doctrine of mutually assured destruction
2004 - A whale explodes in the town of Tainan, Taiwan. A build-up of gas in the decomposing 56-foot long Sperm whale is suspected of causing the explosion.

2 births
1737 - Thomas Paine, the man whose Common Sense pamphlet jumpstarted a certain insurrection against Britain (oh, and he coined a name you might have heard of: "The United States of America")
1945 - Tom Selleck, mustache

1 Death
1956 - H. L. Mencken, outspoken social commentator and atheist whom the New York Times in the 1920s once called the most powerful private citizen in the world, the man responsible for the Scopes trial being remembered as the Scopes "Monkey" trial, and the guy I quote about a bizillion times on my info page, and holy shit I seriously had no idea he died exactly 27 years before I was born and he's practically my hero. (b. 1880)

I guess I have a new something to drink to on my next birthday... Anyone'd like to help me do this properly?

<td>"Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under."

— H. L. Mencken

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Inferno Quiz & a Short History Lesson

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)High
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

So I got shunted off to the sixth circle, where, interestingly enough, Dante encountered one of my two favorite characters in the Inferno, Farinata. This was a guy who sacked Dante's home city of Florence IRL, but when the rest of the army's commanders voted to raze Florence to the ground, he stood out alone and swore to defend the city by his own sword if they wouldn't relent. And they backed down.

Plus in the Inferno his punishment (along with the rest of the non-famous-philosopher non-Christians) is to be entombed forever in a red-hot iron tomb, but Farinata couldn't care less:
And he was rising, lifting chest and brow
as though he held all Hell in utter scorn.


Double-plus, the first time he speaks, the mere sound of his voice scares Dante like a little girl. All in all, another quiz-victory for yours truly.

A Bomb Unthinkable of Power - I ♥ LJ drama-lite!

Now hold on here...

Last night cleolinda of Movies in 15 Minutes fame (m15m) made this post here.

Which inspired me to respond with the comment you can see here.

My brother, peering over my shoulder, went off about how "All Your Base is soooo '90s. Are you kidding me?! You're making like the gajillionth reference to it! Gawd, I hope you get flamed like no one ever... [etc.]"


My brother... whose customized Recent Entries title is "Main Screen Turn On".

And here is an image of a pot and kettle:

I win! ^_^

(Flummoxed? All your questions will be answered here:
http://allyourbase.planettribes.gamespy.com// )
All your base are belong to us.
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Russ Feingold — he will blow your fucking mind

Cut from Molly Ivin's piece in the March Progressive:
Mah fellow progressives, now is the time for all good men and women to come to the aid of the party. I don’t know about you, but I have had it with the D.C. Democrats, had it with the DLC Democrats, had it with every calculating, equivocating, triangulating, straddling, hair-splitting son of a bitch up there, and that includes Hillary Rodham Clinton....

I can’t see a damn soul in D.C. except Russ Feingold who is even worth considering for President. The rest of them seem to me so poisonously in hock to this system of legalized bribery they can’t even see straight....

This is not a time for a candidate who will offend no one; it is time for a candidate who takes clear stands and kicks ass....

What happens now is not up to the has-beens in Washington who run this party. It is up to us. So let’s get off our butts and start building a progressive movement that can block the nomination of Hillary Clinton or any other candidate who supposedly has “all the money sewed up.”...

We can raise our own money on the Internet, and we know it. Howard Dean raised $42 million, largely on the web, with a late start when he was running for President, and that ain’t chicken feed. If we double it, it gives us the lock on the nomination. So let’s go find a good candidate early and organize the shit out of our side. ---End of Article---

(Originally linked here in the TPMCafe.)

I'd say this is the best indirect case I've seen for a Feingold nomination. Thoughts?

Something else to think about, this from Wikipedia:
In the 2004 Senate election, Feingold defeated the Republican candidate, construction magnate Tim Michels, by 12% (56%-44%), earning a third term. During the campaign, Feingold refrained from imposing spending caps on himself as he had in the past, and raised and spent almost $11 million. Although Republicans attempted to use that fact to paint him as a hypocrite, Feingold's records showed that more than 90% of the money came from individuals, that the average contribution was only $60, and that, once again, a majority of it was raised from Wisconsin residents [2]. Feingold's victory was seen by many pundits as a vindication of the many controversial stances that he had taken during his second term, as it was by far his largest electoral victory thus far. Feingold even won many counties which also supported the re-election of Republican President George W. Bush.

They're taking our house

It's finally official that my parents will be losing the house they've lived in for 25 years. We haven't been able to make payments with any consistency since my dad lost his job as a manager at a window factory. (His greatest weakness as an employee is probably his inability to keep his mouth shut if his boss announces a plan that actually wouldn't work for X, Y, and Z. Sure he saved their stupid asses money, but it involved pointing out that they were wrong. That's being uppity.)

He's the one I'm worried most about; he's been working two full-time jobs, sleeping about three hours a night, trying to keep this from happening. He was trying to convince himself for a while, and I mean literal denial, that this time would be just like the others, that all we had to do was scrap together $3000 by the end of the month... from somewhere. Wasn't going to happen. Even if it did, that payment is just the tip of the iceberg. We haven't been making electric payments, haven't had the money to meet car payments... This time, we're sunk.

As it concerns me personally, I know you're all worried, but it's sincerely not going to hit me very hard. Eau Claire has felt more like home to me for a while now. A few years more would have seen me coming back to visit only on Thanksgiving and Christmas. That's the one positive; at least all the kids are out of the house with my little bro going to school here with me. But where my mom and dad are gonna stay afterwards, I still have no clue.

I'd made plans to go down to New Orleans and help out with the relief effort over spring break, but I'll be going home along with my brother now. I have my work cut out for me in the coming weeks to make sure everyone gets through this alright.

(I wish we were the only ones, but it seems this is going around: The same thing is happening (protected entry) to iwasntlistening. Send her a few kind words if you can.)
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