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I still say I'm going to the Hell for People Who Put Cheese on Kosher Hot Dogs... but hey who am I to argue?

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Dealing with mortality. We all face it. Some days, its just closer to home.

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
But the world is neither fair nor unfair
So one survives
The others die
And you always want a reason why
But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just rying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone
- The Cure Where the Birds Always Sing

Well, more info on the earthquake. Seems it was in Ft. Payne, AL and it was a 4.9. Wow. Pretty spiffy.

Oy.

Yes... this morning I lived through my first earthquake.

Yep, you read that right. Earthquake. I live in Atlanta.

Seems the New Madrid fault in Missouri is being active, and we caugt the tremmor all the way here. Wow.It was pretty strange, waking up with the bed shaking, thinking at first the tree had fallen, suddenly remembering the explosions back in 1996, thinking about the buildings down town....

And then it stopped. And I checked the tree, and things were good, I walked out to the hall, and my parents were awake. And then I turned on the news.

Wow.

Hell of a way to say good morning.

Ever feel like you've finally accomplished something in your life?
Click here, it will make the feeling go away.

*sighs* last full week of classes. So much work to do on the Antrhopology paper. Registering for classes tomorrow morning. Miserable, hateful life. And here I was starting to think I was going to have a good week. *snarls*

Its a sad state when couscous gives me heartburn. That's the sort of day I'm having.

StrixusOokami: and its looking like im not going to dragon con this year
sophestry: WHAT!
StrixusOokami: *shrugs*
StrixusOokami: last year wasnt very fun
StrixusOokami: and im seeing no reason why this year would be any different
StrixusOokami: *shrugs*
sophestry: Yeah.. ok
StrixusOokami: id rather just spend the weekend at home, and not spend the money
StrixusOokami: ... besides... i now have a good anime supplier who has free shipping...
StrixusOokami: so there went that reason to go
sophestry: to see me?
StrixusOokami: *points to a month later for Stone Mountian*
sophestry: point..
StrixusOokami: i was miserable last year. and i just really dont want to go through all that again this year
StrixusOokami: ... too many people there I just do not want to see / be around / be near / talk to
sophestry: ah..
StrixusOokami: and the people i usually look forward to seeing then... i can see elsewhen//where... so no point
StrixusOokami: its depressing... dcon used to be the highlight of my year... and it sucks now
sophestry: ye-ah..
StrixusOokami: because im always having to deal with way too many things/issues during the con to have any fun... and the things i would do for fun arent fun any more
StrixusOokami: ... *sighs* looks like this fan girl finally grew up

I should be busy with school work. I really should be. Oh well. What am I doing instead? Umm... don't ask. So yeah - had fun this weekend, playing Silent Hill 2. Still not nearly as good as the first one, but had me just as jumpy. Skittery corpse things so give me the creaps. Ugh.
Yeah, well, blah. Group project due tuesday, along with a presentation in Astronomy. Not at all worried, either that or I don't care. Not sure, really. *shrugs* I guess its that time of year, yet again.
So yeah, I'm going to avoid the long ass posts for a while. Umm.. I have other things to think about... Mmmm Pure Yiff.... No... you didn't see that. Not at all.

Why does it seem that every other country in the world has its head screwed on better than the US?

A Norwegian court has awarded damages to disabled child for having been born. The child's parents had informed a midwife at the Leiden University Medical Centre that a relative of the father was disabled because of a chromosomal abnormality. But the midwife reassured them and did not carry out further prenatal diagnostic tests or refer the case to a clinical geneticist. The abnormality was therefore not detected early enough and Kelly was born with multiple mental and physical disabilities. She cannot walk, talk, or properly recognise her parents; has deformed feet; is believed to be in constant pain; and has had several heart operations. The court accepted that damage to Kelly and her parents resulted from the midwife's error. A referral to a clinical geneticist would have resulted in an abortion and Kelly would not have been born. Damages against the hospital amounting to the cost of Kelly's care and upbringing until her 21st birthday were awarded to her parents. But the court went further, ruling that Kelly herself was liable to damages. The court judged that the damage experienced by Kelly was in a legal sense a predictable consequence of the midwife's mistake. Therefore the court accepted the possibility of a claim for wrongful life.

This is fucking fantastic. One more move towards making the medical profession aware of what their responcibility really is - the prevention of problems - including lives that are non-functional. A pregnancy may not be a disease - but a defective genetic sequence certiantlly is, and it is one there is no cure for but death. Better to prevent it, especially in such a sevear case, than to condem a life to that much suffering.

I will use my power to help the sick to the best of my ability and judgment; I will abstain from harming or wrongdoing any man by it. Sound Familar!??
So what if the next part of the oath is now nolonger in application, nor is the rest of the majority of it, this is the one section that ALL medical professionals should adhear to.

Is not the introdcution of a life that is nothing but pain and suffering, as well as a drain on the parents and society, the ultimate harm to that child, who otherwise would never have been born?

Usually, I wouldn't mind not having woken up until 1pm. Today though, something about it is really bothering me today. I couldn't get to sleep when I wanted to last night, I had to get up early and then go back to sleep after that so I wasn't functioning on four hours of sleep for an entire day. *ponders* Maybe its the fact that I have been getting up at 10:30, 11ish, and then getting things done all morning before classes - and that I don't have that this morning. *grumbles* Who knows.

Anyway. Allot of you have probably been wondering what is up with me lately, why my blog hasnt been very informative. Well guess what, I'm not telling. :-P - so deal with it. Its a combination of finals getting close, family issues, and just plain bordom with the world. *sneezes* Oh yes, and allergies. On the up side, I've been feeling allot better about the whole rampway thing, and getting geared up for this summer. I just hope the other things that are going on aren't going to interfere with it as much as they could. Gah.

Anyway. That's enough of this narative nonsence. Time to recount the only dream I remember from last night, though it made no sense.

Its morning, I am getting ready for classes. In the bathroom, washing face and cleaning my glasses. As I am washing them, my glasses suddenly break - at the nose peice - into two halves. Now blind, I have to figgure out how to get myself to LensCrafters, get my glasses fixed, and get to class on time at 3. Oh yes, and its 1 o'clock. Of course, then my father apears, and starts yelling at me for breaking my glasses - and wondering how we are going to afford a new pair. I haven't gotten my frames this year on the insurance, I try to remind him, but it doesn't seem to get through.

So yes, confusing dreams. I think I know what it means, and what it deals with. Primarily about my fear of being helpless in the face of a problem. Gee, I wonder what problem that could be. Take your pick, I have plenty I am helpless to deal with. Gah. Did I mention I really am starting to have an abysmal outlook on life? Yes, well no more so than usual.

.....I looked at the clock. I'd slept all night and morning, through
most of the last meeting of my freshman class.

I struggled back into my preworn clothing, my pretied shoes, ran to the
anthropology building, and rushed upstairs to the airless classroom.
Only one of my sixteen students remained. He sat alone at his desk,
writing in his notebook with a ballpoint pen. He looked up, astonished
at my arrival.

"Professor Engstrand."

"Angus."

"I'm almost done."

"Done with what? Where did they all go?"

He blinked twice. He looked frightened.

"Tell me what happened, Angus."

"We met and waited for you, sir. Sat in our places. But you didn't
come. No one said anything. Half an hour passed. Then someone
suggested that your absence might represent some new form of final
exam. Some arcane and menacing form, I believe those were the exact
words. We laughed nervously at first. But one by one we opened our
notebooks. Began attempting to answer the question you were posing.
That's why it's a little unsettling to see you here, sir. I was almost
finished. The others handed in their papers to the department
secretary. May I ask you a question, sir?"

"Yes, Angus."

"Does this mean I failed?"

"No, Angus. There's no time limit. Hand it in when you're done."

TRUE BITCH

You have great balance and know when it is a good
time to bitch and when not to. You get the
respect you deserve and you know it! You don't
over-do the bitchyness. Go you!


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Diva of the Sewers
(Perverse Ignored Dysfunctional Adult)

Your inner child is the Diva of the Sewers (PIDA) --singing songs of a golden era, when people ate dirt and had to sell their limbs for Burger King cash. She is frequently seen drunk at the wheel of your psyche and likes to crash through the plate-glass window of your emotional storefront. Think of what the child of Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor would have been like and you have your girl.

Whether you are talented or not at singing doesn't matter. Your inner child is covered in ooze. That matters. The inner-child-computing-device recommends getting your inner child to a celebrity detox center immediately.

I am 52% Evil

With a style rating of 59%

There is evil here with sufficient style to look cool

Test created by Jamie - take it here.

"This is not a good idea! This is a fellony!"
- Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan Adventures

Great....

A point: a lot of people don't enjoy their jobs, or are humiliated and degraded at work. Sex need not be involved for this to be the case.
posted by Songdog at 12:51 PM PST on April 10

Oy. So true.

God could cause us considerable embarrassment by revealing all the secrets of nature to us: we should not know what to do for sheer apathy and boredom.
- Goethe (Johann Wolfgang von; 1749-1832), German poet and dramatist.

... oh man... too true

'The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not "Eureka!" ("I found it!") but rather "hmm....that's funny..."' -- Isaac Asimov

I've said that allot working on my anthropology project.

Strange dreams last night... especially strange since they both stayed with me so strongly when I woke up

I am a Faire-Child, a human born too close to the border of the Magic realms, raised by the inhabitants of the Border, a place half way between the Magic and the normal human world, invisible humans and shunned by the peoples of the Magic. I am tall, slender, and young, with silver hair that hangs half way down the back of my neck, and slightly pointed ears. My eyes are silver gray, with flecks of blue. I am male, but very effeminate.
I spend my days wandering the border between the Human worlds and the Border, along with a few other outcasts from the Magic, but no other humans. I have only ever seen Humans through the Border, only ever been able to watch them from a half phased out form of reality which is the very edge of the Border. Which, for some reason, runs right through the middle of London, along the river.
Today, I am wandering the edges of the Border with Frog/Toad, an outcast/criminal among the Magic. He is tall and slender, a sort of humanized tree frog, with skin that is sometimes green, sometimes pale, sometimes both. His smile is very broad, like a frog's mouth, and his eyes are higher up on his head than is "normal". He dresses in very patched together clothes, sort of Victorian England style beggar/vagabond. I like Frog/Toad, he's one of my best friends in the Border, and we spend allot of time together.
Today we are down at the docks which are the very edge of the Border, sitting on the edge, watching the water trains (a strange sort of floating mass transport that runs on rails that float on the water) go by, and the boats sail up and down the channel. Frog/Toad is telling me stories of how the docks used to be when the Magic extended this far, and how the water trains are really Magic, but the Humans think they are technology. Suddenly he screams, and knocks me back away from the edge of the dock. I had been dangling my legs over the edge, and a boat was approaching. I watch in almost a sort of shocked horror as the boat rubs up against the side of the dock where my legs had just been.
Toad/Frog leads me away from the docks, lecturing me on never dangling my legs over the side ever again, about how dangerous it is.
"Something like that happened to you, didn't it?" I ask. Frog/Toad looks at me and starts to explain, but he breaks down into tears before he can explain. I reach over and wrap my arms around him, holding him, letting him cry.
And then I know, without him answering, exactly what happened. I see the crushed ankle, the bloody ruin of a foot, and Frog/Toad trying to drag himself away from the docks. A Human had seen him when it had happened - somehow in that brief moment he had crossed the Border into the Human world, and been Seen. And that's why he's a criminal, because he was Seen. They had healed his foot, saving his life (for one of his kind cant live crippled), but it meant that every night he was imprisoned, and every day he was condemned to the Border.
And as I am standing there holding Frog/Toad, running my hands soothingly across the thinning, course brown hair, streaked with gray strands, I understand something I had not understood before. I love Frog/Toad, more than anyone else in the Border, more than anyone I know. And I would do anything to keep him from being taken to the Holding Place every night like they do.
But they came for him, like they do every night, just as the sun sets, and led him away in cuffs of silver that burn the flesh of any Magic, to the Holding Place.


And I woke, knowing I had to do something to save Frog/Toad, and remembering the strange feeling of holding him and loving him. It was very strange. My second dream was simply about waking up and finding that my bed had been moved back to its old spot in my room while I was alseep, and not being able to get back to sleep until I had moved it back. Yet as I moved each peice of my bed, it slowly decayed into less and less defined things, eventually until it was nothing more than a hutch and two sacks of stuffing, which I couldn't get in the right places. And then I realized I wasnt in my room any longer, but in a nearly empty hotel room with white carpet and white walls.
I was VERY glad to wake up from that dream.

I tried to make them understand, I did, yes I did..
... Yet failed did I, I did,
and never could see it through...

And ever sinner's mind is his sanctum, and every corpse a blind eye's kingdom...
God welcome you home, wanderer, lost soul,
Nephilim, Children of of the Gregori....

And watch as I assend, through Heaven's Gates
For I have climbed the Tree of Life
Known each Sepheroth as Brother, Lover, Light
Will you, God, you will Deny me this ...

I wear upon my soul the blood of ages
Wings stained dark with its drying
Each Gate cast open at my Calling
Each Choir singing at my Beckoning

I am not the serpent, I am not the liar
I am not, am I?

Dreaming of Nothing

Bored today. Annoyed at several aspects of the world. Confused by politics that do not mean to be political. Or do they? It's often times so difficult to always question people's motives, to wonder what they are thinking as they do the things they do, say the things they say. Especially when, in my heart, I want to trust their intentions and motives. When the only face I have ever seen is one of perfect honesty and truthfullness, how can I suspect there may be something else?
The answer, is unfortunately, that experience has taught me never, ever to trust the first face I see. Where I see compassion there is usually selfishness, where I see caring there is often cruelty - yet the reverse is also true. Often those who put forth the hardest walls against the world have the softest hearts. And those who are the most compationate on the surface - well, I have seen what lays under those calm waters just as well.
One day... maybe, maybe, I can aproach the world with the open trust others have. That once someone has shown they are trustworthy, I will always trust them. But for now... Only those who have crossed that one threshold are those I trust... and even they can betray and hurt - those most of all.

I wonder if the ones I'm talking about even read this, or if they know I am talking about them.
If you know, perhapse, you should say something.

Have I...
kaonidorowonuru...
I do not know... ichibun... have I forgotten what I taught myself?

*tameiki*

Omg... they have caught a squid that is larger than Architeuthis, the "Giant Squid" - and the specimen is a sub adult.

Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni - a true monster of the deep with huge hooks on its suckers, a beak large enough to easily bite off a man's leg - and with a possible adult size that would make it able to maul and possibly kill sperm whales.

Squids are smart. They have huge brain to body ratios, as do octipi. What are the chances that these critters are as smart, if not smarter, than dolphins?

Excuse me, I'm going to go hide under my bed with my Cthultu plushie.

So I had an odd experience tonight.. something I dont really know how to discribe. After the rampway update, a group of us went out for coffee and food, and spent a long while just talking. It was a sureal feeling for me, because, on the one hand, I felt very much a part of the group, but on the other hand, I feel isolated from them by necessity.
Yes, I trust these people... but how far can I trust them? How much do I open up, how much do I say? They seem genuinly open towards me, genuinly friendly and welcoming, dispite everything. Yet... Something in me doesnt want to trust them.
Perhapse its that I fear a simmilar betrayal from them as I experienced from Matt - a shaming waiting to occur if I slip up. Or perhapse I am afraid that they are threats to me regaining my possition at Rampway. But are they? Are they even aware of these thoughts?
I am confused.

A feeling suffuses, heart, soul and flesh
warm cider and cloves, dim wood glow
at this round table without an Aurthur
Are you each what you seem to be,
or am I what I seem to you to be?
Empty cider glass, shavings of cinimon
one last lonely clove - am I this?