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Writer's Block: Girl Scouts' Day
Mar. 13th, 2012 02:50 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
THIN MINTS. Or whatever those are called now.
THIN MINTS. Or whatever those are called now.
Writer's Block: Ready for Your Close-up
Feb. 27th, 2012 10:37 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Oh, I would totally want David Hewlett to play me. ;) I have no idea what the plot would be.
Oh, I would totally want David Hewlett to play me. ;) I have no idea what the plot would be.
Writer's Block: Fantastic plastic
Dec. 27th, 2011 03:25 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
If I was terribly burned or something, sure.
If I was terribly burned or something, sure.
Writer's Block: American Censorship Day!
Nov. 16th, 2011 05:15 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
NO! Not even a little bit!
NO! Not even a little bit!
Writer's Block: Sheep in wolf’s clothing
Nov. 5th, 2011 05:33 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I left the parking brake on, delaying our departure. It was embarrassing -- but if I hadn't, we'd have been destroyed with the rest of the fleet when we reached Vulcan.
I left the parking brake on, delaying our departure. It was embarrassing -- but if I hadn't, we'd have been destroyed with the rest of the fleet when we reached Vulcan.
Writer's Block: R.I.P
Oct. 28th, 2011 02:39 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Well, first off, I'm an organ donor, so we're talking about what do with my body after the still-usable parts have been salvaged.
I used to say "cremation", but the energy required to near-totally incinerate a human body isn't very ecofriendly, and a lot of the bits that do good things for the earth get evaporated, so now I'm thinking just buried in as simple a casket as can be arranged.
On the other hand, ashes can't become a zombie. Hmm...
Well, first off, I'm an organ donor, so we're talking about what do with my body after the still-usable parts have been salvaged.
I used to say "cremation", but the energy required to near-totally incinerate a human body isn't very ecofriendly, and a lot of the bits that do good things for the earth get evaporated, so now I'm thinking just buried in as simple a casket as can be arranged.
On the other hand, ashes can't become a zombie. Hmm...
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Olympus Mons.
Olympus Mons.
Writer's Block: Extra! Extra!
Jun. 15th, 2011 08:20 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I've worked for newspapers! I've done articles, but I did much more copy editing. It's amazing how some so-called journalists have incredibly feeble grasps of concepts like grammar, spelling, coherency...
I've worked for newspapers! I've done articles, but I did much more copy editing. It's amazing how some so-called journalists have incredibly feeble grasps of concepts like grammar, spelling, coherency...
Writer's Block: Time to move on
Jun. 13th, 2011 05:17 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
I have lived here for a decade and my chances of getting lost have been reduced to a mere 68%! I would miss that.
I have lived here for a decade and my chances of getting lost have been reduced to a mere 68%! I would miss that.
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Me, ruling a county? That's a terrible idea.
Me, ruling a county? That's a terrible idea.
Writer's Block: Double vision
Mar. 15th, 2011 01:31 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Well, that depends on whether the other reality is an alternate timeline, of the kind theoretically produced every time someone makes a decision, spiralling off from the timeline I perceive as my own to follow the consequences of all other possible decisions/outcomes. Logically the "me" in each of these alternate histories would differ in whatever ways the prevailing conditions imposed and experience taught.
Then there's the possibilities of parallel dimensions, where the rules that govern reality itself are different. The "me" in a place I might find so alien as to be impossible to comprehend. Naturally this is a topic interesting, if somewhat futile, to contemplate.
I'm probably a sentient hadrosaur in at least one.
Well, that depends on whether the other reality is an alternate timeline, of the kind theoretically produced every time someone makes a decision, spiralling off from the timeline I perceive as my own to follow the consequences of all other possible decisions/outcomes. Logically the "me" in each of these alternate histories would differ in whatever ways the prevailing conditions imposed and experience taught.
Then there's the possibilities of parallel dimensions, where the rules that govern reality itself are different. The "me" in a place I might find so alien as to be impossible to comprehend. Naturally this is a topic interesting, if somewhat futile, to contemplate.
I'm probably a sentient hadrosaur in at least one.
Writer's Block: I wanna be just like you
Mar. 11th, 2011 11:55 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Several. :3
Several. :3
Writer's Block: Batter up!
Mar. 10th, 2011 04:39 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Bluuuuuueberry~ *drool* (With just a drizzle of maple syrup, enough to bring out the tartness of the berries without overwhelming them. And a tall glass of icy cold milk.)
Bluuuuuueberry~ *drool* (With just a drizzle of maple syrup, enough to bring out the tartness of the berries without overwhelming them. And a tall glass of icy cold milk.)
Writer's Block: Happy, happy, joy, joy
Mar. 9th, 2011 07:46 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Maybe I'm weird, but it depends on the state I'm already in. Most songs that make me smile a lot of the time will occasionally make me unhappy if they catch me at the wrong moment.
Maybe I'm weird, but it depends on the state I'm already in. Most songs that make me smile a lot of the time will occasionally make me unhappy if they catch me at the wrong moment.
Writer's Block: Copy and paste
Mar. 3rd, 2011 08:02 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
This has happened to me, actually. In juniour high school, my English teacher published one of my poems as his own. Considering a) all my friends knew I'd written it, b) so did my family, and c) it had already been published under my name, he got in biiiiiig trouble.
Although I'm pretty sure he didn't lose his job. Somehow.
This has happened to me, actually. In juniour high school, my English teacher published one of my poems as his own. Considering a) all my friends knew I'd written it, b) so did my family, and c) it had already been published under my name, he got in biiiiiig trouble.
Although I'm pretty sure he didn't lose his job. Somehow.
Writer's Block: Rise and shine
Jan. 8th, 2011 07:09 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Answer the phone and/or turn off the alarm and/or push quarrelling cats off ym bed.
Answer the phone and/or turn off the alarm and/or push quarrelling cats off ym bed.
Writer's Block: Eye for an eye?
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:28 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
It would really depend on who it was and what they did. By the end of high school, I had made my peace with most of the people who'd bullied me. Even the ones In my family. >_> Mostly we maintain a policy of ignoring each other. Live and let live, y'know?
Now, people who bullied my friends... I've had a few encounters like that. I tend to aggressively shame them in public, which is probably not the nice thing to do, but hey -- people who are acting nice to me and thinking I won't remember incidents involving new shirts, rotton tomatoes, and whipped cream? Really should reconsider.
It would really depend on who it was and what they did. By the end of high school, I had made my peace with most of the people who'd bullied me. Even the ones In my family. >_> Mostly we maintain a policy of ignoring each other. Live and let live, y'know?
Now, people who bullied my friends... I've had a few encounters like that. I tend to aggressively shame them in public, which is probably not the nice thing to do, but hey -- people who are acting nice to me and thinking I won't remember incidents involving new shirts, rotton tomatoes, and whipped cream? Really should reconsider.
Writer's Block: Cheese doodle?
Oct. 11th, 2010 06:14 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Eyeballs. Faces. Stilletto shoes. Cats that look like bottles. Grapes. Starbursts.
I don't know what it says about me, other than the fact that I'm still working on eyeballs.
Eyeballs. Faces. Stilletto shoes. Cats that look like bottles. Grapes. Starbursts.
I don't know what it says about me, other than the fact that I'm still working on eyeballs.
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I will take super-smart if someone who takes super-rich hires me to look after their money for them. That way you'd know you weren't being stupid with it, eh?
I will take super-smart if someone who takes super-rich hires me to look after their money for them. That way you'd know you weren't being stupid with it, eh?
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Yes, I have! And my reaction was 1) sort of incredulous laughter, 2) deliberately repeating the behaviour the bullies apparently wanted me to stop, 3) telling people about the bullying, and 4) never talking to those people again. At least, that was the most recent sequence of events.
Yes, I have! And my reaction was 1) sort of incredulous laughter, 2) deliberately repeating the behaviour the bullies apparently wanted me to stop, 3) telling people about the bullying, and 4) never talking to those people again. At least, that was the most recent sequence of events.
Writer's Block: Built to last
Aug. 3rd, 2010 09:55 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I would build a statue of Nikola Tesla, incorporated into a power generator station's wall, facing a park, in an O'Neill cylinder space colony orbiting Earth at LaGrange point L3.
I would build a statue of Nikola Tesla, incorporated into a power generator station's wall, facing a park, in an O'Neill cylinder space colony orbiting Earth at LaGrange point L3.
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I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
Writer's Block: Old enough ...
Jul. 20th, 2010 05:09 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Presuming that, like here, parents are legally and financially responsible for the medical care of their children under the age of 18, then yes, they should know if their kids are taking birth control pills; they need to be aware of possible serious side effects (for which birth control pills are notorious); they should know if their children are taking any medication which could affect medical measures taken in the event of an emergency, so that they can warn medical personnel helping their children.
As for consequences of requiring parental consent, well, parents could say no, which could lead to their kids possibly becoming pregnant, or medical complications. I, for one, was put on the pill as a teen by a doctor who was concerned about the toll my irregular cycle was having on my health, and in similar cases where a patient under the age of 18 would be adversely affected if denied access to medical treatment, it should be legally and ethically responded to by the doctor the same as any case of that nature would be regardless of the drug. That response will vary depending on legislation and culture.
Presuming that, like here, parents are legally and financially responsible for the medical care of their children under the age of 18, then yes, they should know if their kids are taking birth control pills; they need to be aware of possible serious side effects (for which birth control pills are notorious); they should know if their children are taking any medication which could affect medical measures taken in the event of an emergency, so that they can warn medical personnel helping their children.
As for consequences of requiring parental consent, well, parents could say no, which could lead to their kids possibly becoming pregnant, or medical complications. I, for one, was put on the pill as a teen by a doctor who was concerned about the toll my irregular cycle was having on my health, and in similar cases where a patient under the age of 18 would be adversely affected if denied access to medical treatment, it should be legally and ethically responded to by the doctor the same as any case of that nature would be regardless of the drug. That response will vary depending on legislation and culture.
Writer's Block: Pet talk
Apr. 7th, 2010 07:31 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
"FEED ME!"
As it is, they're settling for meowing pathetically and running to the food dishes. Such is life when you've only just gotten home from work.
"FEED ME!"
As it is, they're settling for meowing pathetically and running to the food dishes. Such is life when you've only just gotten home from work.
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It has its ups and downs.
It has its ups and downs.
Writer's Block: Marital license
Mar. 1st, 2010 11:11 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
That would kinda defeat the purpose of "'til death do us part".
That would kinda defeat the purpose of "'til death do us part".
Writer's Block: Toy story
Jan. 4th, 2010 04:30 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I had a stuffed bear named, predictably, "Teddy". It was a white bear with a red velvet bowtie. When my family took the long mid-winter trek across the continent to move from the foot of the Rockies to the East coast, it was the one toy I would not be parted with; everything else was packed up (and subsequently easy to be stolen. *sigh* Some mover's child got all my G.I. Joes and Transformers).
Somewhere in Western Ontario, Teddy got left behind in a motel when my parents bundled me up at dawn for another day's journey, and so wasn't missed until I woke up some hours later. Oh, how I cried! Teddy was the confidant of all my childish secrets, the captain of my guardian vanguard of stuffed animals that protected me from monsters in the night. My parents felt terrible -- not least because putting up with my wailing was a trial in a tiny car with no escape, I'm sure.
We arrived safe at my grandparents' just in time for Christmas, and Santa brought me another Teddy -- a white bear, with a red scarf. A note from the jolly saint himself told me that my original Teddy had made her way to him. He promised he would take good care of her, but because she missed me and worried about me, Santa had dispatched her brother -- the new bear -- to keep me company instead.
I had a stuffed bear named, predictably, "Teddy". It was a white bear with a red velvet bowtie. When my family took the long mid-winter trek across the continent to move from the foot of the Rockies to the East coast, it was the one toy I would not be parted with; everything else was packed up (and subsequently easy to be stolen. *sigh* Some mover's child got all my G.I. Joes and Transformers).
Somewhere in Western Ontario, Teddy got left behind in a motel when my parents bundled me up at dawn for another day's journey, and so wasn't missed until I woke up some hours later. Oh, how I cried! Teddy was the confidant of all my childish secrets, the captain of my guardian vanguard of stuffed animals that protected me from monsters in the night. My parents felt terrible -- not least because putting up with my wailing was a trial in a tiny car with no escape, I'm sure.
We arrived safe at my grandparents' just in time for Christmas, and Santa brought me another Teddy -- a white bear, with a red scarf. A note from the jolly saint himself told me that my original Teddy had made her way to him. He promised he would take good care of her, but because she missed me and worried about me, Santa had dispatched her brother -- the new bear -- to keep me company instead.
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I have been asked to do this, and I have said no.
Well, actually, I screamed no.
I understand, I do, and I feel horribly guilty at my own weak selfishness and inability to do the merciful thing, but I can't.
I have been asked to do this, and I have said no.
Well, actually, I screamed no.
I understand, I do, and I feel horribly guilty at my own weak selfishness and inability to do the merciful thing, but I can't.
Writer's Block: Sense and sensibility
Dec. 4th, 2009 01:21 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
WHo says I only have five sense?
WHo says I only have five sense?
