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If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach. —Alfred Hitchcock

When I write a story, what do readers immediately look for?
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
There are now three standard ways to send a document electronically: reasonably true copies by fax or scan and e-mail, or originals by telly. Some rich people and nicer places have a rideable telly for home or work, and although the tech is not mature enough for it to be standardized in all public places it does make some commutes and holidays very convenient. The government recently released a warning that excessive telly riding can cause early spine and joint deterioration through minute alignment problems (it's very hard to sit perfectly still during the entire scan), but more importantly mood swings and memory loss with too frequent use - apparently the sudden break in continuity of consciousness leads to an as yet unexplained "catch-up" lag after the telly drops you off at your destination. The government's scientists working with the telly companies say that riding the telly no more than three times a week is "perfectly safe". (Users average about seventeen.)

...
01. Set your primary playlist to random and shuffle it. [Or rather, typing "winamp play ~ rand 20" - I never understood who keeps actual permanent playlists]
02. Post the first line (or first couple of lines) from the first 20 songs that play (or however many you want to), no matter how embarrassing the song.
03. Anyone is allowed to guess the answers. Strike through and add the artist and title below the lyric when someone gets one right.
04. Tag people likely to read this list either to whom you'd recommend this song, or who you believe should have the answer.


Legend:
#M = [personal profile] vorzac
#S = [personal profile] furikku
#W = [personal profile] helarxe
#P = [personal profile] lienne
#R = [personal profile] steorra
#J = [personal profile] flemco
#X = everyone

I should've changed the meme to any two lines I wanted. )
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Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.

Day Ten: One confession.
More of a sudden realization than something I've been holding back:

I'm one of those crazy angry rude customers that people who work in the service sector complain about.

I suppose now is as good a time as any other to consider why this is, while the memory of my thought processes is still fresh on my mind. Generally, by the time it occurs to me that I need to contact a human being to address a problem I've already exhausted all nonverbal avenues including (as applicable) the website, the voice-mail labyrinth the company sets up to deter people from contacting any actual person, and physically trying to fix the thing myself. By that point, my focus is entirely on my own problem while at the same time I've gotten simultaneously a) warmed up to cussing a blue streak into a faceless machine (which the telephone receiver also happens to be) and b) largely disconnected from the parts of my brain that let me interact with other members of my species without getting arrested or ostracized.

There is one bright side though: Since when stressed and angry I drop the usual habit of constantly second-guessing the other person's potential reaction to what I say, I'm less disfluent in actually articulating the nature of the problem.

I wonder which is worse, though: An angry rude client whose occasional problem is resolved quickly, or a happy polite one who is constantly calling about stupid crap.
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
A lot of people are writing about the end of the decade. Because srsly why are the vast majority of these looped earworms of mine anime intro songs...

Notwithstanding Mr. Grant's concerns as to form, I'm going to address what the question was obviously intended to ask - a requirement that a marriage be required to be renewed or otherwise caused to lapse. Andrew Sullivan tries to understand the church rapists.

Never take the pedants at their word. Maybe I'm just manipulated by Sullivan's placement and priming, but I think the idea of banning construction materials from a region in dire need of rebuilding out of fear that such rebuilding might help terrorists is, to put it gently, fucking insane. She's got a very solid theory that unfortunately loses a lot of cred when it doesn't leave room for all the facts.

[personal profile] flemco posts my second favourite rant against Randroidism ever since Zompist went indepth on the same matter. Consider this middle-class privileged white kid's brain blown.
"My biggest struggle," he says, "is to rehumanize the Palestinians."
The rest is commentary:
Anyway, we talked about vitally important things that need not concern your decent hard-working little head.



In other news, here's a bit about a medium literally taking a life of its own. A long, long life to be proud of.
vaecrius: A round squishy plush lobster bursts out of the blue. (cock lobster)
Thought of the day:
So we did a conveyance today. Client was a dude signing the documents and another dude came in with him.

It's an office policy to get homebuyers to sign a declaration that (where it is in fact the case, obviously) they are intending to live in the home, their marital status, and if applicable who their spouse is.

To get this information I asked: 1. Are you planning to live in this unit? 2. What is your marital status? 3. Can I get your wife's name?

It would have been quite embarrassing had that other guy been the spouse. Especially if they, say, immigrated for that specific issue. D:

The only way I could confirm the gender of the spouse delicately at that point was to follow up with a question as to where the client was married... which fortunately (derp) was in fact a discriminating jurisdiction. -_-;


Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.

Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.

Day Ten: One confession.

  1. Some people have a kind of "turning point" when they drop all pretence that they're just on a nice date and they're just going to be civil and chat. It is quite often crossed without my knowing it: one moment we're just chatting about music or the weather or the movie playing, or just playfully cuddling and tickling, and then we're making out and she's actively pulling me into her. The exact interaction is of course much more complicated, but almost entirely subconscious, and however I can rationalize any process in my head the ultimate subjective feeling is that it just happens, as though it were a technology indistinguishable to my crude barbarian mind from magic.

    Being party to that change alone would be worth the trouble.

  2. I take her by the hands. She responds. I move away. Her grip gently tightens with the distance and does not let go. The reaction is completely spontaneous.

  3. Memory plays odd tricks with me. The way someone does their hair, or that particular cut of a skirt, a totally random quirk in the way she stresses a point, a particular location (of which I have several specifically in mind and none of which I shall disclose to anyone not a party to the act) can bring forth any trickle or flood of memories as the mood sees fit.

    Sometimes I try to synthesize these memories in practice. Can it be I am doing that thing humans call... learning? Considering my track record, probably not. :V


And now Day Nine, at the beginning and at the end of the day.

  1. The rider purports to be proof that there is no God. The beast does not seem to care.

  2. If you need an explanation for this one, you are badly unfamiliar with this journal. I considered the Guercino take but that seemed a bit more appropriate for a much younger me.
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One thing I really love about Grist: in the comments section, if you post without a profile picture the default isn't a bland, stilted silhouette of a human portrait, but rather a very dynamic, low-key, totally anonymous photo of a pair of hands typing on a keyboard. Evocative, elegant, beautifully adult. [2014-01-04 They've changed it. It's another fucking grey circle head. Fuck everything, kill everybody, burn the world.]

Anyway, the thingy.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
To clarify this of course only refers to sexual disarousal. Also of course I'm going to avoid the obvious things (poor hygeine, signs of meth addiction) - and focus instead on things that I don't think are too usual or that I have little idea why I feel that way about.
  1. Anything to do with Jesus. Christianity is like a trigger to me for everything that should not be erotic - the Crucifixion, the brunt of (I believe unjustified) modern blame for two thousand years of brutal repression, the culture wars, evil shit like this. Let's put it this way: It is an actual struggle for me to block it out when she says "Oh God".

    Note that there is one exception.

    [2014-11-21: Obviously I had to add the tag. Also, mildly amused at the proximity of this to the word "nails" below.]

  2. Decoration on nails, whether by painting or extensions or anything else beyond not having bothered to trim them this week. It just makes me, I dunno, think of an orifice that shouldn't be there or something.

  3. Any discussion about the sexual act as a matter of giving a thing away, in any sense more intimately tied to the act than that of "giving" the time and attention required to perform it. There is no way to frame any discussion about sex in that mindset without it being creepy or manipulative or both.

  4. Slut-shaming. I believe nearly everyone at some level is sexually aroused by the idea of doing things that are bad and wrong, despite anything we believe or feel to be good or that we should be aroused by, and without going into detail I am no exception. But to perpetuate that and all the insufferable bullshit it's thrown at everyone wanting a normal healthy adult sexual relationship / random tryst of no consequence to anyone but the two of us - neither me nor my life, liberty and pursuit of happiness want any part of it.
Yes, I'm aware of a recurring pattern here. To clarify, I am not playing to the particular (small) crowd of people who I know read this thing.
vaecrius: A stylized navy blue anarchy sign juxtaposed with a pixellated chaos symbol made to resemble a snowflake. (anarchy and chaos)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
I cannot follow that "in no order" constraint. This is explicitly in descending order of priority, but by no means is it an exhaustive list nor would the persons mentioned be necessarily adjacent to each other on a hypothetical full, exhaustive list.

Also note how it gradually morphs into Day One. This is unintentional but I'm rolling with it.
  1. My mother did everything in her power above and beyond the call of duty to raise the person I am today and keep the family out of the credit hole. People thought her fear of debt was irrational but then '08 came and she turned out to be right.

  2. My father worked hard for many long years as a provider and an example. The years went by and many things didn't turn out as hoped - sometimes even worse than feared - and they took their toll. I hope to properly acknowledge that somehow, as soon as acknowledging either of your efforts is no longer like some kind of zero-sum credit game.

  3. My two articling principals are both wise and kind lawyers who took me under their wing when no one else would take the risk. I can only hope not to disappoint too much in the short term.

  4. Byron, who managed to act as my mercurial guide in both junior secondary (what you southern barbarians call "middle school") and my first year of university. Who introduced to me the wonderous abomination unto sobriety known as Jaegerbomb. Who, uh, seems to have disappeared from any online presence. Get on FB already, we gotta go for more drinks.

  5. My first girlfriend, who was with me during what in retrospect has been one of the happier extended periods of my life. You were an excellent musician and you've got a good head on your shoulders, and though it wasn't apparent at the time the time we spent together ended up opening my eyes about many things. The way we parted was not good and you deserved better. I can only hope your romantic life has panned out better than mine (which I would say even if mine were not particularly bad or anything).



In other news:
Not that the Gay Adventurer wasn't one of my favourite recurring Oglaf characters before, but...
Here's some animals eating animals. On the one hand, this gives more argumentive weight to those who claim to be vegetarians but eat poultry, but...
A good argument for making dinosaurs fabulous. I can't help but think of a counterpoint though: the example modern-day critters are all smaller than a human being. Isn't it significantly costlier to maintain proportionally similar displays for an animal as large as a brachiosaur? (And "too big for camouflage" - considering that the predators are also bigger and everything moves at higher speeds, I can still see the use of blending into a forest against far-off packs scanning the horizon for prey.
And now some more explicit method to the madness of putting the "flesh" in "fleshing out". The throat pouch thing finally lets the entire sauropod structure make sense to me.
Life after grad. Literally.

And a story prompt based on real life: The other day I found in my working notepad a strange symbol scribbled into an otherwise blank page. I have no recollection who did it and it is not in any language I recognize. The following few nights afterwards I kept having strange dreams....
vaecrius: The blocky spiral motif based on the golden ratio that I use for various ID icons, ending with a red centre. (Default)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.

Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
Posting this one a bit early since I got shit to do later this Xmas Day and also there was free coffee at the office that I had a huge black cuppa from the bottom of at around 7PM.

At no point here are we asked about what we regret not doing. There are no simple giveaways here, between the thought-requiring and the personal and TMI, and whoever made this questionnaire was wise.
  1. Based any critical academic or career decision on any notion of an inherent distinction between "left" and "right" "brain" thinking. To informally add to Day One:

    A. Bradshaw, you meant well and steered me in a right direction, but I think some of your words may have been taken the wrong way.

    B. Mr. Black, fuck you, you made me hate science for a whole semester and without any exaggeration you're the worst teacher I've ever had. At least the fat drunk who pretended to be our IT teacher left us alone long enough for us to learn anything instead of filling up valuable experimentation time with your worthless fucking pontifications about our academic futures.

  2. Tried to take JtR beyond its original four-panel, balls-to-continuity comic strip constraint. Getting lost in trying to fit everything together without any clear structure was what really killed my motivation to do the comic. (Of course, arguably its cessation was an overall improvement.)

  3. The Blind Machinegunner. If no one knows what this is, I will keep it that way. Let's just say it was mentioned in Day Two of this meme. In retrospect I can recall nothing redeeming about that work.

  4. Listened to my father's bullshit about my maternal grandmother. She was a kind and caring woman and never deserved that treatment. She fortunately died old and loved far, far away from our household and the damage was minimal.

  5. Every single drink that I ever had that got me too drunk to get laid in otherwise quite favorable circumstances.

  6. That confession letter to Her, circa 2003. Smack dab in the middle of my "I want to write like an 18th-century scientist but I'm not actually well read enough to pull it off" phase. My single biggest communication fail prior to law school. Seriously, what the fuck.

    Yes, this is related to Day One, and in fact in the bizarre Dickensian coincidence that she ever comes across this and somehow makes the connection between me and that boy from that time, I'm not at all worried about her recognizing herself here.
I remember what I knew then, and forgive that boy as I have been and will be forgiven.
vaecrius: A round squishy plush lobster bursts out of the blue. (cock lobster)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.

Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
Again, I impose a further constraint on myself: No depression or violence triggers. As the day goes on and I gather actual data on this, I'm going to redact the previous constraint, for want of any other things that match the criteria. Merry Christmas everyone.
Wargarble. )
And then right after I type this in the Eee I get back into the office where things are, while somewhat hectic and annoying, perfectly bearable.

...and now I get a call from a prospective client where I was of actual help, defused a bit of FUD, and through my experience with a previous loss may yet have prevented a disaster! (though I hope I didn't help too much and give him the sense he could just litigate this himself. :V)

And so far the evening as of getting home has been nothing but excellent. :S
vaecrius: The blocky spiral motif based on the golden ratio that I use for various ID icons, ending with a red centre. (Default)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
I'm going to assume here, for the sake of my own mental health and no other reason, that "win" is in the sense of winning a lottery or winning a race, and not "winning" a lawsuit or "winning" a stabbing contest.

I also take notice of days seven and eight, and refrain as much as is reasonable from overlap.
  1. I want a woman who cares about something. Something she can talk about for hours on end if given the chance. (Logistics and the rules of conversation generally mean she does not.) Could be anything, I could have no clue what she's on about and I'd listen happily, as long as it's not gossip or fashion or some other thing that sets off my conformity-drone alarm bells.

  2. I value sexuality. Yes, I've liked many women who were at most into their erotic natures the way I'm into Jell-O-and-live-ants-based Berlin Wall re-enactment conventions - interesting but only in idly curious contemplation - but to be able to appreciate the other of the clothed ape's hyperdeveloped adaptations is to me the difference between someone I kinda like and the next Her.

  3. Oddly enough, the same goes for alcohol. Almost exactly the same. Except that I'm more likely to offer to drink with a girl less out of genuine desire and more as a shit test.

  4. It occurs to me that every "Her" in my past, I had met during or in anticipation of some time of significant change in my life. Totally random luck that my brain keeps forcing into a narrative somehow. I should probably stop doing that. I probably never will.

    This observation may itself be another instance of what I am observing.

  5. Whoever can see good in everything, hope in every situation, and acknowledge it properly, however terrible it might seem to others, but still know when to stand or even fight for something better, will very easily win my loyalty, respect, or affection as the circumstances make appropriate.

  6. Going back to the first point, I suspect there's an ideal amount somewhere of significant but not overwhelming overlap between my reading and hers, in which we might be able to reciprocate on that point.

  7. I'm going to steal what [personal profile] flemco said in his:
    Have a fucked-up sense of humor. It doesn't have to be as bad as mine, but there is nothing more alluring than a woman who laughs at the same twisted shit as yours truly.
    Different humour, same principle.

  8. Fuck with my expectations, please. The less boxed you are, the less I can justify rationalizing you away on a busy day.
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
Further constraint on myself: No mere beliefs.
  1. One Halloween I wrote a long nasty screed about the holiday to express my seven-year-old Christian fundamentalist convictions. After that it was just too awkward to ever dress up again.

  2. When I was born the local doctors were apparently giving out C-sections like candy and I had long assumed that to be the unmarked default even after seeing many portrayals on TV to the contrary.

  3. The only good feedback I got for my pre-JtR website was from a white supremacist. I replied signing off with my (very obviously non-white) real name and I never heard from him again.

  4. I was responsible for more violent incidents at school than the entire rest of my grade 6-7 class combined.

  5. I wore aviator glasses until they went into style.

  6. As a very young child I assumed death was the worst thing possible and spent some time devising ways to prolong an animal's life as long as possible between being caught and their meat being consumed.

  7. I have a lingering necrophilobia that I can barely control while eating whole prawns and crabs. I avoid dying animals or animals in imminent danger of death lest they become dead bodies while in contact with me. And windowsills.

  8. I cannot simultaneously appreciate a woman for her music and be sexually aroused by her.

  9. This is my ringtone.
Edit: LOL TYPO
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
But only after [personal profile] flemco caved first.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

  1. You've moved on. I still feel it, but I just want you to know that I understand if you've been trying not to communicate it to me. I'm sure I will - eventually - be able to let go.

  2. You were one hell a friend the brief time we knew each other. Some of the most vivid memories from that time were from when we were at the old puppeteer's place. I'm sorry I couldn't overlook your weird little tics and ultimately let the peer pressure get the better of me. If we ever meet again - and somehow recognize each other - we've got a shitload to catch up on.

  3. Fuck you and your ludicrous drama queen shit. You disgust me professionally and personally and existentially. You do not do that to a child and his mother. I didn't want to see you arrested at the airport just in time for Christmas, I wanted to see you drop the soap.

  4. You warned me you'd disappear one day. I don't think you ever got my e-mail, though I wish you luck with whatever you're doing, wherever you are.

    Oh, and for what it's worth I'm uh still slogging through the Cyborg Manifesto. I think I'm at one of the denser, jargony parts that I might end up having to skip for the time being.

  5. God dammit, man, you've been nothing but kind to me these years and I know the last thing you want is for me to turn into you know who, but you need to turn your life around! If you're really forgetting as much as you claim, there are ways around that. If not, then your face-saving bullshit is not doing what you think it's doing. I can help, but only if you let me.

  6. Thank you for the gentlest but frankest let-down I've experienced yet. Still would like to go for drinks, though, no strings attached. Despite your being hot. You're one of those people who just so obviously has something going on behind those eyes that I would be honoured to be a part of. Dunno what you see about being way out of town like that what with family all being around the GVRD, but hey each to their own.

  7. Fourteen years later I finally see what you saw in Tupac. Sorry 'bout the whole ridiculous fiasco with my dad. I think I saw you a couple times over the years but you didn't seem to recognize me. Wonder what you're up to nowadays - high school never was kind to us, nor its aftermath to our dreams.

  8. Kid, you're a little bit loopy but you've got a good head on your shoulders. Never take any bullshit from anybody. Remember the more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle. Never take your dreams for granted and remember that sword/gun you made from blocks can be quickly explained away as a "hammer" (or "wrench" if you make that awesome black grease gun again) if the teacher catches you with it.

  9. You should never have pleaded guilty to that. That was my fault. I was clueless and you deserved better, and I can only hope to use the experience to help others better than I helped you. (note: this is not in reference to any recent case. If you know me as a lawyer, this is not meant to address your situation and I stand by whatever advice I last gave.)

  10. People write to their past selves all the time, so I guess you might be surprised to find this. Remember the man you were, and the men who are what you were, what they knew and what they could have known. Forgive them as you were forgiven.
vaecrius: a crude scrawl of a grinning, blazing yellow sun. (hier kommt die sonne)
What it says on the tin.
EDIT: Click here and here and here and possibly here instead. The first link seems to credit the wrong people.

I was expecting something truly surprising and scandalous at some point - most of what's been leaked has been sort of "Rob Halford is gay" level in terms of well-kept secrets - but I wasn't expecting anything in this area at all. Which I suppose is the point. Disregard, not from cables [EDIT: or even Wikileaks!] apparently a separate leak.

(hat tip: [personal profile] flemco)
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Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy.

Odd how you can know someone so much better after one night than over a whole year.
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
Once upon a time the tortoise saved the crow from a very messy divorce. The tortoise waited and waited for the crow's husband to fly by the water, then snapped him up in his beak and dragged him to their nest where he slowly and steadily heard out the two quarrelling birds, and spoke gently but forcefully and they parted ways worn out but relieved, a full and final and perfectly fair settlement soon to be granted by consent order.

The hare was astonished, for he was formerly retained by the crow and knew how horrible it had been, and asked the tortoise for the trick he surely had up his scaly sleeve. Hard work and patience, no tricks to it, was all the tortoise would say.

So the hare spent days in the shadows, secretly following the tortoise around in his daily routes. He learned that before speaking to any angry animal, the tortoise would pace about by the old beavers' den, mumble a passage of Psalms, and eat a small cup of barley with a sprig of mint, upon which the tortoise would seem to be met with a great sense of calm. Aha! thought the hare, surely this was the trick the tortoise was hiding!

One day the lion was having terrible trouble with his fifteenth wife, who insisted that one of her cubs was his when "surely" he knew it was not. Sadly, the lion being a lion was a-lyin', and confided this with the hare who promised to settle the matter between them without the lion paying a thing.

And so the hare went out into the savannah to speak to the lioness. But before this he passed by the old beaver pond, and remembered his routine. The hare paced about by the old beavers' den, mumbled a passage of Psalms, and ate the small cup of barley with a sprig of mint he brought with him, upon which the hare seemed to be met with a great sense of calm. And so he approached the lioness.

Who, after about a minute, nearly killed him.

What did I do wrong!? exclaimed the hare later as he nursed (and anaesthetized) his wounds over drinks. I followed your trick perfectly! It works for you, why not me?

The tortoise nodded and a smile seemed to grow across his face as he sipped his Indian pale ale.

Hard work and patience, no tricks to it, was all he would say.
In other news,


Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.

Being sufficiently prepared in a case to face directly the realization that the other party is neither a gibbering baby nor a brutal monster and that they have legitimate interests and concerns, while still being convinced enough of the client's legal rights to believe that we will and (barring some future negotiation that allows a full and final settlement) should proceed to win.

GOING INTO THE MOTHERFUCKING LITIGATION LIKE AN ADULT

Sadly I've already tagged the one person who reads this who also works at a law office, so... it seems I've run out of people who are close enough to trust to forgive an unsolicited tag, so I'm just going to do this:

Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.



Locked since it would be, like, super-obvious to the parties given the timing. I'll probably review this in about a year or whenever. EDIT as of 2012.02.22: Not only is the file closed, but the way it actually turned out what I've written here isn't very descriptive of it at all. :(
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Somewhere, an ex-priest is reading this. Quietly nodding to himself. [EDIT2: After starting to read her followup I'm starting to think I should've just posted this as my thing for day six.]

Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.

Dunno what to post, really. Today had nothing particularly bad, but everything is coloured by fatigue and vague guilt over not getting anything done because of said fatigue, so while I wouldn't call it a horrible day or anything nothing stands out that was "happy"-like.

Except for that bag of hickory sticks, which is also coloured by guilt and triggered less nostalgia than I'd hoped and may yet ruin my dinner. [EDIT: Dinner was awesome, so really that's it.]

So I think I'll just settle for even if it fucks up horribly it doesn't even really matter.


Tagging [personal profile] vorzac because this post otherwise has nothing to do with him whatsoever. :D


EDIT3: Also linking this to add a shitload of tags that I should use more often:

Which, of course, Andrew Sullivan posted as part of this discussion.


EDIT4: Another thing that could've counted.



EDIT5: It's like it was just all waiting for me to get back onto the Internet.
The DREAM Act sends the message that although American immigration law in effect tries to make water run uphill, we are not monsters. It says that we will not hobble the prospects of young people raised and schooled in America just because we were so perverse to demand that their parents wait in a line before a door that never opens. It signals that we were once a nation of immigrants, and even if we have become too fearful and small to properly honour that noble legacy, America in some small way remains a land of opportunity.

Yes, the DREAM Act also incentivises illegal activity. But if the activity is not one that ought to be illegal, perhaps we should consider changing the law? Something to consider, anyway. In the meantime, this small reform will make America a somewhat more decent place.
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.

It looks like a contract! Not a bullshit undergrade essay about contracts! Things are not horrible!!!

Tagging [personal profile] conuly because
vaecrius: The infamous cartoon of Darwin's head on a chimp's body, superimposed with a MSPainted Nazi armband. (are you a monkey)
Just saw what appears to be an adaptation of King Kong as a Crapsack World HK cops-and-gangsters flick.

Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.

Relatedly, also just saw the most cathartic treatment of a moral event horizon I've seen in a long time.


Also just TVTropesrolled a couple unsuspecting readers.

Tagging [personal profile] lienne who should not ever watch the aforementioned movie but was the first untagged person to come to mind while thinking about the aforementioned site.
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
"I've had it up to here with you lot!" screamed Brie Bristletail as she stormed out of the communual log, antennae waggling with indignity. "I'm running away to join the circus!"


Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.

Playing this to this.

Tagging [personal profile] helarxe since absent Fal on here he's the only one who comes close to appreciating this.
vaecrius: A little yellow ant in the grass on a sunny day. (yellow ant)
Every day for eight days, post something that made you happy, and then tag someone.

A day late because of lack of coincidence of Internet, not working, and not doing RAM-eating maintenance work on the computer I'm on.

Well, okay, maybe not so much "happy" as "yay everything isn't quite that horrible", but I did somewhat ameliorate someone's sense of isolation for a day (and possibly keep both them and my actual client out of court).

Tagging [personal profile] furikku who will get the reference, for better or worse.

I know this

if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

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