Random dumps can be fun.

[17:26:18] mike says “it’s always morning in arialand!”

[17:26:41] mike says “kinda like it’s always happy hour somewhere, but more orange juice and less alcohol”

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Bryan: I do have trouble comprehending how people might get put to sleep by ode to joy :-)

Aria smirks.

Aria: I do, by a bad rendition.

Aria: But the full thing? no way.

Bryan: it is relaxing to hear I suppose in some ways but also fairly invigorating.

Aria: Beethoven at top volume is a lot like an orange juice and coffee enema first thing in the morning.

Bryan: heheh

Bryan: :-)

Bryan: and there aren’t a lot of artists of any era that you can say that about

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To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

— Bertrand Russell

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International standard date and time notation

Transgender professor defends female scientists

Animating Fearsome Robots for everlasting splendor and prominence

I slept poorly to say the least. The light made it hard to get to sleep, then the cat woke me up to be fed, not by a miao near the food, but miaoing and curling up on me, then restlessly getting up a moment later, and repeating this a hundred times until I figured it out in my sleep-deprived state.

Then a fly landed on my face. Again and again and again.

Something about the full moon makes everything crazy.

I was forced to realize today that a saw and a theremin sound distinctly similar.

The ability to post via LJ-Talk is pretty damn sweet.

Hikeage with pseudomammal and julieclipse was amazingly good. It rained most of the time. I have never liked the sun so much. I wish I had brought my camera. I would have treated it right despite the rain.

Clouds hung low. We climbed high. We walked among them in groves of aspen.

We got lost two miles above sea level. But pseudomammal really did well leading the charge back to the trail. I drank from the creek. We all drank from a spring. I sucked water off of passing leaves. The undergrowth was heavy with rain, and splattered our pants and legs with wet,

The rain broke for a moment around 1700. The sun has never felt more glorious.

I wore a skirt. It makes me so comfortable. We went to eat in Ouray afterward, and I didn’t care who saw. People smile at me more when I’m wearing a skirt, I notice.

Ooops. I think I burned the candle at both ends.

Fun coincidence: I just got a check made out to the old company (Independence), numbered 1776.

Hanging out with ladyjausserande and wolftracks this evening was fantastic. And contained no Gatsby nor semen.

Quo Vadis was amazing this year. I’m so glad I was able to go.

Now, I’m stuck in Corvallis, since the late night Greyhound schedule from here to Portland no longer exists, and for some reason, I didn’t think to question this. I may catch a ride up with the person I came to visit, since he’s headed to Vancouver tomorrow anyway.

Tonight:Aubrey and Rob over for dinner.See if my sister wants to hang out and eat curry and watch buffy

Tomorrow early: pack

Tomorrow afternoon: fly to Sacramento

Tomorrow evening: hang out with elliotpp

Day after tomorrow: hang out with notnotrebecca.

Friday: Drive up toward Oregon with her.

Saturday: Quo Vadis.

Go talk about sci-fi. No, really.

“Somebody Told Me” by The Killers makes me smile every time it comes on.

Had fun. Going to sleep. Deepened two friendships. I knew there was a reason I suffered that awful, awful band.

No, really, the band was as bad as the worst karaoke. Except that the musicians were as bad as the singer.

Augh. I should know by now that when I see $AWESOMEDEAL at TigerDirect, $EVENBETTER will apear at Newegg a week later.

The light show outside my window is the best evar.

100% natural electric light.