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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Straightening things out...

    There's a kid in my math class, about my age, who I suspect is a Mormon. We had an interesting discussion about the accuracy and significance of Genesis, he arguing for literal fact, I arguing for allegorical truth, but I insisted we agree to disagree. Hate to bring the ES forums into real life.
    Well, I swear the boy is interested in EVERYTHING. He's going to go to college in Indiana to major in optics. Optics. How he arrived at that career is beyond me.
    He knows the composition of Greek fire as used in the Civil War, the advantages of flint as scalpel blades in fine surgery, historical and sociological trivia. He writes doggerel for fun, quite long and with good form, about College. "Don't give me no more of [college] life, Please, Mom, I want to go home." He's got a hunting license, but no gun, and felt bad gutting fish.
    I can't compete with that. I thought I was nerdy and encyclopaedic, but not that much. Gotta read more Popular Science. Gotta read more than just webcomics, come to think of it.
    Probably shouldn't be competing with him at all, but he reminds me of what I'm missing.

    ...Created 2006-05-25 15:44:22

    dotsJournal: Teh Math Wizdots
    Mood: The Usual

    I got the highest score in my class on my latest Calc 3 test. And it was . . .
    TSSHHH!! 85/100!
    Top score. Low A.
    I can't imagine how bad everyone else must have sucked, especially since I only did one of the three problems properly, and that one I didn't finish. The professor loves to get the tests graded by the following morning, so I guess he rushed them.
    I am teh m47h m4s73r. Ph34r m3.

    I get the feeling our professor is searching for some great and worthy opponent, which is why he teaches at warp speed and assigns 11 hour optional take-home projects.

    ...Created 2006-05-11 15:44:01

    dotsJournal: Brothers rock.dots
    Mood: Too much excitement for my cold...

    While we lived on skid row waiting for our house to sell, we bought a hideous, obnoxious microwave for five dollars. New house, new microwave---but we kept the old one because my brother wanted to experiment with it.
    So he finally did. Following online suggestions, he propped up some lit matches inside and hit Start. The tiny match flames spread, heated by the radiation, and gave off pulses or gouts of what looked like soft-edged, peach flame clouds: plasma. The plasma bubbled up to the top of the microwave and disappeared when it hit the fan blades, arcing, humming, and crackling.
    Using the top of a beer bottle as a chimney, he trapped plasma in the top half of a light bulb where it lingered, possibly because the bulb was spherical.
    Also, with a bare beer bottle chimney and two thick outdoor nail-staple things (yes, metal in a microwave) the plasma made big arcs on the staples, and the tip of one of them glowed white-hot and sparked. Eventually part of the bottle flaked off.
    Hopefully he'll host the video and I can put a URL up here.

    ...Created 2006-04-19 23:05:41

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    A solution for naturally wavy hair in a ponytail:
    Brush. Pull a small section of hair from the top of the ponytail, split into two sections. Twist into a rope. (You will have to know how to lay rope.) Continue to pull sections from the ponytail and twist them into ropes. Slip finger and thumb between the two strands near the top of each rope, and slide down, opening the ropes into long, straight, compact locks with gentle spirals at the ends.
    Takes 15-20 minutes.

    Oh! And lemon-honey-walnut tart. I made it from Epicurious and it was excellent.
    I was ready to shoot something when I had to bike to the store for ingredients the second time, though.

    ...Created 2006-04-17 11:03:24

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: I won!

    I can post my own RPs!!!
    Genius! Glory! Hallelujah! Praise the Webmaster! My bug is gone!
    So happy. I'm finally free.

    ...Created 2006-04-11 01:18:55

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Thinking...

    Ever notice how slow and drawn-out our "civilized" capital punishment methods are?
    Take cyanide gas, which kills after several grotesque and presumably agonized minutes while the poison contacts the lungs and diffuses through the body, or electrocution, which, while it doesn't leave holes, may for all we know be extraordinarily painful. Lethal injection, in form, resembles a drug overdose.
    These methods avoid making marks on the corpse, but another goal seems to be to make the death as controlled and tasteful as possible.
    The guillotine, I think, is the correct way to perform an execution. The instrument is terrifying, sudden, gory, and fast enough to be humane. There is no ambiguity between life and death; when the blade is up, the figure leaning under it is a moral being with a soul, and when the blade is down, it is a quantity of defunct meat. There is no wavering between life and death, and there is no doubt of the gravity and finality of the proceedings.
    Injection, however, is tentative. It recreates the deathlike aspects of sleep, and when it is finished, that is how the victim presumably appears. Like a chocolate gradually dissolving, or the dregs of wine in a cup or perfume on a wrist, the soul lingers, immeasurably fading, while observers wring the last particles of reprisal from its gradual expiration. Man and corpse merge and become one. It's sick.

    ...Created 2006-04-07 18:59:31

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Hyper

    Looks like people don't take my new poem seriously.
    *beats moping self in her sore jaws*
    Ow! Ow! Can't I at least beg some attention on it? Like revise my intro?
    *stops beating, nods*
    *sneaks away from the stick-bearing stoic* I mean, it's art! It's triumph over evil! It's fantastic psychological dichotomy! You know.

    ...Created 2006-03-30 18:53:52

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Lazy

    I had my teeth out yesterday, and all I remember is, after they put the IV in my arm, telling the nurse that I didn't think it was working, and then blundering around in a wheelchair trying to reach the water when Mom came to pick me up. I don't know how I got out of the wheelchair, and I don't really remember seeing anything from a wheelchair's perspective, or even if there were paper cups by the sink. It was like a dream, especially since I was so stupid.
    Now my mouth is swelling, pulling on my stitches, but I'm in pretty good shape. I restrung my mega-cool giant bead necklace to include some pre-surgery beads I'd bought at a bead store. Now it's enormously long. It goes twice around my waist.
    And big day for me: Annmarie enters ES proper, fighting Freddy Krueger.
    (I've never seen any of the movies, so pardon me.)

    ...Created 2006-03-29 18:14:49

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Rant

    So I was at the oral surgeon's office, sitting in a dentist's chair talking about my teeth after I'd just watched a video that showed me HOW VERY FAR they're going to PEEL MY GUMS BACK to get my wisdom teeth out (majorly freaked by now) when the hygeinist reached over to adjust the lamp and it came apart and fell on my head.
    I mean, I'm trusting my jaws to these people. And they can't even screw a lightbulb on straight. And now I'm going to have two sedatives long before I even get to surgery, and I'm going to be knocked out, thank-you very much.

    ...Created 2006-03-22 11:13:10

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Moo! 0.o

    Bite THIS, Freddy!

    I'm a snake when I sleep,
    A stone constrictor lidless,
    Sniffing idle dreams,
    A monitor
    The Komodo kind.

    But for the girl, the caves are bare and close,
    The spirit prowls, grinning, and hooks her up by the throat,
    Stalactites dive at his chest.
    He howls, and the girl melts into her walls, letting the caves crush him,
    Then leaps out screaming high, steady, true.
    She has a dagger.
    A dragon leans over her shoulder.
    She has his predator's grin.

    I, Ang-Ngar-I, dragon-splintered girl, fear no incubus.
    Ska, ska!
    Taste fear, taste death, and slip away never,
    Foul spirit.
    Ska, skrohka!
    For you cannot bleed all the blood of avengeance.

    ...Created 2006-03-20 16:59:27

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