Monday, February 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, TMSJW

Yup, the Truly Golden Birthday: Eighteenth of February, eighteenth birthday, *and* he turned eighteen! (That's how Justinian S. put it on his golden on the sixth.)

For his birthday, i got an AWESOME ORANGE PURSE!! (Thank you Pasto' and family!) Pictures will probably follow, soon as camera is found.

Ah, went cross-country skiing on Saturday and loved it. Still sore, but had a blast. Downhill was going to be tomorrow, but will be too cold and must be postponed a week or so.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Return of Bab

So remember this about Saint Bab that looked like Saint Bob? Well here i have: The Bab Ballads! (dun dun DUN) (by W. S. Gilbert)

Are the two things related? I'll leave you to figure it out… i'm too lazy. However, i will include the contents (I counted a Babette and a Bob):

Captain Reece
The Rival Curates
Only A Dancing Girl
General John
To A Little Maid—By A Policeman
John And Freddy
Sir Guy The Crusader
The Bishop And The `Busman
The Troubadour
Ferdinando And Elvira; Or, The Gentle Pieman
Lorenzo De Lardy
Disillusioned—By An Ex-Enthusiast
Babette’s Love
To My Bride—(Whoever She May Be)
The Folly Of Brown—By A General Agent
Sir Macklin
The Yarn Of The “Nancy Bell”
The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo
The Precocious Baby. A Very True Tale
To Phoebe
Baines Carew, Gentleman
Thomas Winterbottom Hance
The Reverend Micah Sowls
A Discontented Sugar Broker
The Pantomime “Super” To His Mask
The Force Of Argument
The Ghost, The Gallant, The Gael, And The Goblin
The Phantom Curate. A Fable
The Sensation Captain
Tempora Mutantur
At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One
King Borria Bungalee Boo
The Periwinkle Girl
Thomson Green And Harriet Hale
Bob Polter
The Story Of Prince Agib
Ellen McJones Aberdeen
Peter The Wag
Ben Allah Achmet;—Or, The Fatal Tum
The Three Kings Of Chickeraboo
Joe Golightly—Or, The First Lord’s Daughter
To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch
Gentle Alice Brown

Sunday, February 10, 2008


I waited my whole life for Mr. Right. Then you came along, and you weren't anything like I'd imagined… you were cynical… and cranky…

~Jane, 27 Dresses, probably paraphrased

Monday, February 04, 2008

Remembering our baptisms

(playing with a toy xylophone)
Brigitta (3): This is my favorite color and this is Daddy's favorite color and this is… is… what is your favorite color?
Me: It's orange, like Julianna's.
Brigitta: Yeah! And what's… Mrs. R's favorite color?
Me: I think it's blue.
Brigitta: That's Daddy's too! And what's… what's…
(she's looking around, and spots a picture on the wall, one of Jesus and the little children)
Brigitta: Hey! Jesus died on the cross!

Cute though that is, i don't think that's the way we're supposed to remember our Baptisms, just once in a while exclaiming over it.

Hey! I'm baptized!

No, that's definitely not it.

It's probably not like Dumbledore's Howler ("Remember my last, Petunia,"), something like Jiminy Cricket to remind us when we're about to do bad things. Oh yeah, i'm baptized. That means i shouldn't booby-trap my brother's door, even if he did paint my guinea pig green.

Or maybe that's how it's supposed to work, but doesn't because we're poor miserable sinners and we need to actively remember all the time, and we just can't do that.

Perhaps it's like the Series of Unfortunate Events' (yes i know, Anan, you don't have to read them) "Remember you will die," to put everything in perspective. Is this another "in the world but not of it" thing? Non-Christians can't remember their baptisms because they don't have any.

Hmph. I'm getting nowhere.

So this is to influence every decision we make, every word we say, every move we make? That's good with me.


Fourth post today!


can't see ahead
going one step at a time
taking everything at face value
never planning ahead
figures appearing suddenly
ad libbing forever

fog is so philosophical


It's not fair! Nat has a computer with TWO monitors, and he got an old laptop to use for NaNoWriMo, and Anan has a puter, and Nick says he has an oold laptop, and i have nothing…

… and Anna has money and shiny hair and pearls and pretty jewelry and seemingly everything…

… and it really really hurts to hear Nathaniel and Anna laughing together in another room while i write out Biology vocabulary.


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Saturday, February 02, 2008


I'm only posting this because it turned out interesting.
  1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
  2. Open the book to page 123.
  3. Find the fifth sentence.
  4. Post the next three sentences.
  5. Tag five people.
  6. Tag another person.
Hm. It's hard to tell which is closest… ah, this one will do.

But not a word did he reply.
Despairing of him, therefore, I determined to go to bed and to sleep; and no doubt, before a great while, he would follow me. But previous to turning in, I took my heavy bearskin jacket, and threw it over him, as it promised to be a very cold night; and he had nothing but his ordinary round jacket on.


Anan, M, Nat, TruthQuestioner, and Snap.

And, eh, Freddy. If Freddy happens to read this.

I'm being sued!

Yes, Bob is suing me for using him in a book without written consent. Would you like to be a lawyer of mine? Payment is negotiable. If not, you could be a juror, or even a judge, if you are deemed impartial.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Written by somebody else, unfortunately, but i agree

I am boycotting Black History Month, and changing it to American History Month.

You black people who always preach against segregation, why not preach against this month as well? It is no longer the Caucasians who are separating you, but you yourselves. If you have a Black History Month, you also need a Native American, Chinese, German, Japanese, Mexican, Caucasian, Norwegian, etc, history month. Because every single one of these people are Americans, a part of the greatest country in this world. You are too, with the same rights as everyone, yet you chose to separate yourselves by giving yourselves your own month.

Yes, you do have the same rights. You have the right to work, to make yourselves better, to be rich, to make your own name in history, right along with the other black people noted in history. Yet you choose to stay on welfare; to not work; to have children out of wedlock; to make ghettos; to commit crimes. The definition of black today is usually associated with ghettos, crime, and prostitutes.

And the black people who are to be very much admired for getting themselves out of this mire are called 'Uncle Toms', 'too white', etc. You shameful people! You are the ones who run down the name of your race, yet you blame us whenever we call it like it is. You would make Martin Luther King Jr. ashamed of you! All the people who have helped you to have the same rights as everyone else would be ashamed of you, and every bruise, every cut, all the names they have been called, everything they have faced is in naught. Because most of you have thrown away the opportunities they have gotten for you out of their own sweat and blood. You have taken everything for granted. Do you really think they came that far, and suffered so much, to see you in ghettos and broken homes, to be afraid of having money because you would be called 'too white'? That is what they fought for! They fought so that you could have the same rights as the other Americans, so that you could have the same opportunities to be rich and successful like the other Americans, so that you could not only be called Americans, but be Americans in every meaning of the word.

You are not African Americans any more, just as I am no longer a German American, and just as the Chinese are no longer Chinese Americans. You are simple and plain American. And that is a name to be darn proud of and to hold your head up for, because countless millions, of all colors and races, have come together under the red, white, and blue, and under the name 'American', to shed their precious blood so that you could have these opportunities and to remain free.

America gives any citizen, any citizen, the chance to fulfill any of their dreams, if only they work hard and follow them. So don't be afraid to dream too high, and most importantly, don't be afraid to make that dream come true. You are an American - you can achieve anything you put yourself to. Only your laziness, pessimism, and racist views of being too white will get in your way.
~Kimberly L.


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