I'm no good with kids. I don't care what anyone says. I can't be very good because by the end I've got a huge headache. Good things don't create headaches. It maybe they do. I don't know.
It snowed. It dumped more like it and it's amazing. Snowball fights, snowmen and forts have all been done and will be continued. 2 ft can you believe it?
Xmas was alright. Nothing to call home about. I hope you all had a wonderful day and party hard on new years. 2010: the best yet. 2009 was definetly the best yet for me.
If I didn't already say this I'm flying in at midnight on the 16th or Sunday morning. Staying a couple days in fiak then driving down to mn with my mom and all her crap.
I've had this song stuck in my head all day. Where have I heard it before and why do I know all the words?

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Hi everybody. I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas had a good one.

I am sure most of you are already familiar with Child's Play. For those who are not, it is a charity set up by Gabe and Tycho from Penny Arcade. Its goal is to provide games, toys, and entertainment to children in hospitals. The charity is doing exceedingly well but there will always be more sick children and they will always need more donations.

I was a sick child myself. I spent a lot of time at Riley Children's Hospital in Indianapolis and thanks to their fantastic care I am here today, able to bring you these silly comics. But I know firsthand how rough it can be for a kid in the hospital with nothing to do. Tonight I discovered that Riley has a Child's Play Amazon Wishlist where anyone who wishes to do so can purchase an item and have it sent to the hospital.

I urge you to take a look at that list and see if there's something you might like to buy for a child. Or check out the Child's Play homepage to find a hospital that may be more significant to you, or click on that Paypal button to send in a donation. It doesn't have to be much; even a few dollars here and there will add up.

My sincere thanks to anyone who chooses to help in whatever way. Thank you for helping to bring a little bit of cheer into a painful experience. May the new year treat you well. Thanks for listening.

My folks house ate my phone, so if you all could text me your name so I can put your contact stuff into der new phone that would be good.

kthnxbai

"Suicidal thoughts and/or actions..."

And

"Hasn't been tested in individuals with histories of herpes viral infections of the eyes."

One of the best gifts this year was my dad finally got the battery changed (the back is such that, unfortunately, I can't do it myself) on my brother's old watch. He also got a little background on the time piece. Not this watch's personal history, but a bit about the make and model. So, despite having a stopwatch, calendar, and a second smaller watch in it, it has several sliding scales on the outside and can do something angle of ascent/decent in regards to flying what is perhaps the most startling to me (and no doubt my dad) is that it was something like $400 when it was new.

I have to get the battery changed about once a year and have to take in to have that done, but regardless, it's wonderful to have a working memento of my brother. I love you, Christopher.


For the visually inclined, it looks like this but entirely gold with a black face and accents.

Current Mood: nostalgic

So, last night, I got an IM from a friend inviting me over to his place to hang out.  I get there okay, but as I'm going up his driveway, I realize I don't have enough traction to make it up and end up SLIDING BACKWARDS into a stump and a snowbank.  So I had to spend the night until we could call a towing company in the morning.

The towing guy like.. had to create a pulley using his line and an adjacent tree to pull my car out because of the angle it was in at.
First time he ever did it, and luckily it didn't damage my car.    Still cost a pretty penny.

It was interesting.

Try this. Just once.

Come on, you know it'd be awesome if it worked.

Sincerely,
You, but, like, from the past and stuff



Besides that, the concept of fate as it's been interpreted to me, gradually, is confusing to say the least. Take a way of life that emphasizes self-reliance and independence nearly above all else. Now, through fate and some form of predestination in there. It's such a frustrating paradox.

But maybe that's the point. Besides, it's not like anyone tells us, so the fact that we'd never be the wiser doesn't really matter.

Happy holidays, assholes.

Dyslexic fingers. Though now this gives me an idea.

So, saw Avatar. Yeah, basically it was Peter Jackson directs: Weyland-Yutani vs. Aborigine Aliens

It's Peter Jackson with a big budget, which means
- epic feel same as Lord of the Rings (well, a bit less)
- Not really original plot with a few cool inventions (the biological Waldo was neat but ultimately unnecessary for the plot).
- lots of special effects, many interesting and unique despite their giant budget
I like how they made many things not perfect or awkward, had the metal-future setting so close to Aliens that I wondered for a second if Weaver was playing Ripley again (tangent: viewscreens in 3d were a pretty cool addition), and how they potrayed Mr. Paraplegic's legs as sticks.

So, basically it's a special effects movie. Not one with a bad plot, or bad characters (okay, the primary antagonist was boring as hell, and a number were mediocre, but many just suffered from sacrificing personal explanation for the epic feel). Just a not particularly original plot, and didn't even try to surprise viewers.

- Just.. without the STDs. Those in/returning to Seattle should know first-hand why this is applicable.



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Additionally.

 Merry something or other to you guys.

I know not EVERYONE on my flist celebrates X-mas, but I haven't exactly kept track of who does and doesn't.


Post in reply and I'll take a guess at what Holiday you celebrate.

"Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me,
The color of her eyes
Were the color of insanity,
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach the shore,
We're all just dancers on the Devil's dance floor."


There have only been a few times where the memory of a dream has snapped back into focus; making sense where it didn't before. In this case, like last time, this was in the shower. The faces are different, but the meaning stung like a hot poker. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, it's also one of the few times I have, even if just in passing, asked any otherworldly anything for assistance. Feeling the two are connected is an interesting feeling, at least for me, having been raised agnostic.

Not a pleasant thing to realize, this dream, and it should keep me from second guessing myself any time soon. I think the worst part is that not long ago I made a small and probably too-small-to-notice gesture almost completely out of the blue. Realizing what I'd done not long after, I was still surprised I'd done it with so little thought. It felt good at least for a little bit. Not long after, though, I began do doubt the choice, not for what I was trying to do, that I was sure of then, but more how I went about it (which is to say a little less whimsy and a little more directness really would have been... better).

Anyway, this Incident A happens, I surprise myself and I feel pretty darn good about it. It brought out a font of self confidence and respect I hadn't had in a while. A day or so passes and I get some sleep, I stop worrying about how I went about it and become comfortable with the thought that the outcome is in the hands of the fates now and that brooding on it won't change what's already in motion. Not long after those thoughts, they disperse. Then, here comes along another radically different choice. Without much thought, I take it, believing it to be some sort of amorphous "sign," assuming that it was whatever assistance I was going to get. After this Incident B, the aforementioned dream comes back and gives me a good back-hand.

"Then the ros'ry beads
Count them one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor..."

The dream didn't make any sense when I first had it. It featured two people I know - "have known" might be more fitting - in two totally unfitting roles (at least as far as I know, and seeing as what I know provides material for the dream...) acting so totally different than they normally would that the dream was initially terrifying, to say the least. I still won't go into specifics, but while the imagery was, at most, merely suggestive, the emotions it brought out made it one of the most disquieting dreams I've had to date. But now, suddenly presented with a radically new perspective and context, the massage behind the dream suddenly became clear. Now, this is not to say that the message wasn't at all evident before. The emotional effect the dream initially had was very obvious, it only lacked context. So, with this new context the dream comes back as a shock. In the waking world the dream merely brought about the shock of reality.

Coincidentally, this shock was similar to one I had before I returned northward. This other shock came as I walked home one night and thought about the impending trip and how I was looking forward to afterward returning "home." Why that was shocking was that "home" in this case was not Fairbanks. The thought startled me. Until then, the idea that anywhere other than Alaska could become home was unthinkable, a thought that only existed to examine from afar. It's foolish for me to think that the emotions that found these realizations and thoughts shocking are in no way connected.

Returning to the beginning, while writing down some notes concerning the Elder Futhark, I had the thought that this remembering of an old dream, this is assistance I may have asked for. Initially, the thought was that "asking couldn't hurt," expecting that in doing so a solution or "right" path would fall into my lap so that I might proceed onward without thinking about it. What a fool thought! Someone can assist you with climbing out of a hole by throwing you a rope, but you still need to climb it. Any assistance came in the form of reminders, footnotes, in what I've already done. Self-reliance is not a virtue someone or something can give you, it's something that you, I, need to strive for. Now all that remains is to find the courage to act honorably.

"Many's the day I took for granted
Breathing the air that silenced some
As the North Wind blew
With its head of thunder
Beating its breast with a war drenched song..."

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My friend Emmy made a shocking discovery recently; someone in Japan is totally ripping off my comic! Fortunately she has a friend who knows a little bit of Japanese so he helped translate it into English. It's a little rough but it gets the idea across. Still, can you believe this??
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