Me too

"I want to believe that the dead are not lost to us, that they speak to us, as part of something greater than us...And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen to what's speaking it can give us the power to save ourselves." - FM

We're too smart

for this bullshit.

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This, that, the other

I didn't like wordpress, and it didn't agree with me. I'm too lazy to detail the reasons at the moment. Suffice it to say, I'm moving back to my precious, blogspot. There are some upgrades I would like to do in the future though. Today I saw Dark Knight in IMAX, made up a song about the digestive system, ate a salad with amazing walnuts and yummy apples and grapes, and discovered the Orange County of Oregon.

Moving

I think I may be hop hop hopping over to wordpress. Please bookmark or do your feed magicz for missmarjie.wordpress.com. I only just moved things there, so naturally the layout pretty much sucks. I'll figure something out.

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We have just adopted Aramis Sophronia Kittenry, Esq. ASK, Esq. for short. Now it's just a matter of sitting back and waiting for the adoption certificate and pictures and fun to arrive. I hope I spelled everyone's name right on the adopter's form.

Movie

I just watched Hellboy. Not the second one, the first. It was dreadful. Saying it's a solid two stars would be giving it more credit than it deserves. Horribly paced. Boring as hell until an hour and thirty seven minutes. No real conflict. Easily burnt gobbly evil bugs + eggs. Oh, but the fire that destroys those gobbly things didn't even semi-permanently incapacitate our intrepid heroes. End of the world averted with a single choice that took about 10 seconds to make after someone said, "No, you have a choice." Grenades can blow up a monster, but Hellboy holding the grenades, oh he's just fine. Soul retrieval through a mild threat crossing over between two worlds. I have no problem at all with just going with a movie and saying, well this can happen in this world. But this went way beyond that. It didn't even seem to follow its own rules. I never felt much of anything was really at stake because any moment there was a problem, a solution presented itself posthaste and within 5 minutes all was resolved. Bad acting. The best part was Ron Perlman, but he's not enough to carry the whole movie. I did like the golemishness part though as well, but, as with Perlman, a golem can only carry the movie so far. It really was just not a good movie. Very disappointing. I honestly wanted to like it. So bad though. It's terribly hot here, and I may go see Hellboy 2 some scorching afternoon to escape the heat. It can only be better than this one. Thank goodness there's Batman in a week.

Goodnight, God

It's 1 am. It's been a fairly miserable week. And here I sit crying over Thomas Disch's death. I don't really have anything to say. Maybe that seldom has anyone made such good use of a livejournal. I know he wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but rarely is anyone everyone's anything, so there's no holding that against him now is there.

The Summer Writing Desk aka I can't believe I get paid for this

Me: So, did you finish your chrysanthemum drink?
Margo: Yeah, it tastes like honey.
Me: I like honey.
Margo: Me too.
Me: Yeah.
Margo: Ya know what I want?
Me: What?
Margo: A puppy.
Me: I knew that.
Margo: Do you like ranch?
Me: Yeah.
Margo: I like ranch.
Me: Ya know what’s good?
Margo: What?
Me: Ya know Totinos pizzas?
Margo: Yeah
Me: Cheese, or pepperoni. Then you put jalapeños and ranch on it.
Margo: We should have Totinos and ice cream and Harry Potter night.
Me: Yes, we should.
Margo: Is Mikey ever gonna come visit?
Me: Dunno. He hates us. Like Santa Claus.
Margo: He should come see Sherman.
Me: Yeah.
Margo: Like my folder?
Me: It's all right.
Margo: Hey, at least I stopped talking about food.
Me: Heh
Margo: How old was I six years ago?
Me: I don't. How old are you now?
Margo: 22?
Me: Then you were...16.
Margo: I was in high school.
Me: I was 20.
Margo: I know. No, you were 19, going on 20.
Me: Same diff.
Margo: I'm gonna go home for my birthday.
Me: I wanna go home. To the North Pole.
Margo: You're not from the North Pole.
Me: You don't know.
Margo: Are you an elf? Where are your pointy toes?
Me: You don't know of our ways, Margo.
Margo: I'm lookin' at your toes.
Me: Look I'm a hermit on the attachment test.
Margo: Look, you can be unicorn. I want to be a unicorn. Can I take the test?
Me: Okay.
Margo: Don't tell anyone I'm an insect.
Me: I'm a hermit crab.
Margo: Well that's better than a freakin' bug.
Me: I think you have to be secure to be a unicorn.
Margo: I wanna take the test again so I can be a unicorn.

Hyuk Hyuk

Your result for The Attachment Style Test...

The Hermit

You prefer to be alone, without strong emotional ties. You know from experience that people usually leave anyway, and that it's probably best that you don't get too attached. You prefer plenty of alone time, and have learned to entertain yourself. Part of you suspects that this is more to protect others than yourself.

Fictional character with whom you might identify: V (V for Vendetta), Rogue (X Men)

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To catch a fish so juicy sweet

Confession 1: I bought 5 boxes of Lucky Charms yesterday. They were $2 a box. I have a second kicking Joker.

Justification: It is a cereal I eat after picking out the dastardly charms, and I am building an army, after all.

Prediction: Even though I need clothes, I will buy books.

Confession 2: I use my English Major powers for evil.

Imagination: If I got a hold of the one ring, I'd probably end up just like Smeagol.

Affirmation: demagogue42: i win :D gerundy: marjie, you always win

Precipitation: Please

Alliteration: Fabulously fortuitous, this phenomenal fortress of fantastically freakish flying phantasms.

Reiteration: I fucking hate summer.

File under "H" for "Huh?" 4

File name: harrypotter
Contents I just yelled at the tv. "Stop asking questions to which you already know the answer, Failbot!"

File name: 500
Contents: My favorite me is long gone/and believe me/she is never coming back

File name: amazon review
Contents: "I don't know what Grandpa with a stroke thinks he's doing with Deal Or No Deal."

File name: munch munch
Contents: Last night I dreamed of an abused girl with pica. I woke up with my jaw clenched, my mouth hurting like a motherfucker.

File name: toothy
Contents: I'm a clumsy oaf. I knocked over the hippo toothbrush holder yet again, sending the toothbrushes tumbling to the floor. So instead of getting ready for bed and showering like I wanted to, I had to go to Safeway to replace the toothbrushes because I do not sleep well with toothies unbrushified. I bought 6. That should stave off my clumsiness for a while longer.

File name: mdc2
Contents:i'm the moat for your castle/the wood for your fire/a means to an end/the book not the writer

File name: mdc3
Contets: I’m more than my fucking words. Sigh.

File name: spider
Contents:I had been dreaming that the CNN homepage was decked out in NIN The Fragile art. In my dream, glass was embedded in my arm, and my clothing was sticking to the fragments and shards jutting from my skin. I couldn't get the sleeve off to inspect the damage, and I gently shook out pieces of glass and winced at what I imagined the skin might look like underneath. Blood dripped out my sleeve. People were trying to kill me, which is no surprise considering I watched The Killer before falling asleep and Steve was playing the Batman soundtrack. That shit is fucking dark. I awoke to a bright light--a reading lamp--shining into my eyes. "Hold very still," he said, hand clutching a napkin poised over my body. The fear hit my thalamus, jabbed the amygdala with a sharp and pointy side step, and hit the hypothalams full on. None of that sensory-cortex-hippocampus-let's-interpret-the-threat-and-decide-on-an-appropriate-course-of-action bullshit. I sat straight up. As punishment, the spider crawled up to my shoulder. His hand shot out with the napkin. It missed. The spider dropped to my stomach. "Hold still," he said, frustrated, shining the light down, a helicopter of miniature d00m. The napkin came at me again, and I saw a leg twitch out the side. "I took care of it," he said, returning to the computer. I scowled, but it was a grateful scowl. It was a shitty way to wake up.

Something he wasn't doing

I have a commonplace blog called Cats of Scrimmage. Normally I only post quotes in there, not too much x-posting, but this quote is important, more important than the ones I include because they're funny or because they're quirky. So I think I'll put it here, too. I've been thinking.

Another Mexican American in another class, approaches Victor after class, carrying his copy of Fahrenheit 451, required reading for the course. The student doesn't understand the reference to a salon. Victor explains that this is just another word for the living room. No understanding in the student's eyes. He tries Spanish: la salon. Still nothing. The student has grown up as a migrant worker. And Victor remembers the white student who had been in his class a quarter ago, who had written about not understanding racism, that there was none where he had grown up, in Wennatchee, that he has played with the children of his father's migrant workers without there being any hostility. His father's workers. Property. Property that doesn't know of living rooms. And Victor thought of what the man from Wennatchee knew, what the ROTC Mexican American knew, what the migrant worker knew. And he thought of getting up the next morning to go with Serena to St. Mary's for cheese and butter. And he knew there was something he was not doing in his composition classrooms.

Villanueva, Victor Jr. Bootstraps: From an American Academic of Color. Urbana, IL: National Council of Teachers of English, 1993. 90.

I miss Babylon 5

"We are starstuff. We are the universe made manifest, trying to figure itself out. As we have learned, sometimes the universe requires a change of perspective.

The Universe puts us in places we can learn; they are never easy places, but they are right. Wherever we are, it's the right place...and the right time. The pain that sometimes comes is part of the process of constantly being born."

CLC

The sign says: "No Food, No Drinks, No Tobacco." I sip my nf sf iced vanilla latte and munch on a parfait, wishing I had a cigarette.

Sing me Spanish techno

I went to the doctor and got four medicines yesterday. Sucks to my assmar indeed. I checked out the new inhaler online. The website has a picture of a woman golfing on what I can only assume are my QVAR-assuaged lungs. I do not find this at all appealing. If given a choice, I would choose an inhaler which did not advertise through my lungs being turned into a green. Things like that are disturbing on so many levels. Like left-handed people. Unnatural abominations...

The other night I dreamed I was at a sushi bar, sitting on a stool at the counter. The stool was high enough that my feet dangled above the floor, and I swung them abouts happily as I ordered a spicy tuna roll. It was a good dream. No apocalypse. No one wanting to kill me. Just a good day for sushi.

I like to make people uncomfortable. I'm better at asking the difficult questions than answering them. I find the notion of praying the blood of Christ over anything extremely macabre. From magic blood it is a slippery slope to such horrors as golf lungs. Ill conceived, ill advised. Endless complication.

It's one of those days when I could really use a hug. Instead, I order books called A Short Course in Writing: Composition, Collaborative Learning, and Constructive Reading and Collaborative Learning: Higher Education, Interdependence, and the Authority of Knowledge. They're the textual equivalent.

Things I like to do/say that are not as fun for other people as they are for me:

Trying to cram a too-small shoe onto my foot saying, "I'll make it fit."

Announcing loudly, "I see through the lies of the Jedi," regardless of whether or not anyone has mentioned Jedi.

Demanding unsuccessfully that Steve respond appropriately to "Eight there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him."

Waving my hands wildly and yelling "ALL IS REVEALED!

Pretending to be the Dalai Lama being chosen. "Oh yeah, these are sooo my glasses."

Sleeping under blankets with fans on

Responding to OWLZ

How you know you have value in the workplace

My friend Ron not Ronald recently graduated and left us all alone at the WC. My boss noted today that I stopped attending meetings after Ron left. Since I never ate the cookies anyway, there was no reason to attend without Ron not Ronald (Yeah, I know, I'm mean). And talking to him has shown me exactly why I am useful in an academic environment:

Ronald: nobody does anything like explain 'glory holes' to the innocents around here :(