Ok... *ahem*

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!

*ahem*

Sorry for that little outburst, but, it is a well deserved little outburst, and one I've tried to stay relativly calm about since I found out last night. My honnors thesis proposal has been accepted. I get to spend the next two semesters (my last two at GSU) doing research and writing a thesis. Yay! Real academic work at last! I am, on the whole, so excited about it. Sure, it's a topic no one really cares about, but damn it, its fun.

(for those for you who dont know, I am doing a comparative skeletal anatomy of the hind limbs of bipeds - birds, primates, and 'roos - looking for similarities throughout their evolutionary path thaty may indicate structural significances caused by bipedalism)

But anyway. I'm feeling much better today.

Frustrations with the new backend I am trying to use to redo the rest of the site (database problems), but other than that, life is pretty sweet around here for now.

StrixusOokami: *craves vash yiff*
damien667: .....
damien667: *refuses to comment for several reasons*
StrixusOokami: .... and would someone explain to me why vash is everyone's bitch in the Doujinshi world!
StrixusOokami: hes as bad as vegita
StrixusOokami: well.. not that bad
damien667: Yeah
damien667: not that bad at all
damien667: people like to take the most hardcore Down, and make them all Vulnerable
StrixusOokami: ..... if you knew what i was looking at as you said that
StrixusOokami: *choaks laughing*
damien667: ....
StrixusOokami: vulnerable... yep... but hes SOOO cute like that...
damien667: heheh

StrixusOokami: so as my favorite question goes... it used to be not ok to eat fish on friday, and you went to hell for it... but now its ok... so all those people who went to hell.. were they let out?
damien667: They damn well better have been
StrixusOokami: well by the fairness in hell act...
StrixusOokami: *ducks*
damien667: HEY!
damien667: *goes to check the books. Releases everyone who went to hell for repealled laws of their religions"
StrixusOokami: exactly
StrixusOokami: i bet they have been so busy with paperwork from Vatican II they are still backlogged
StrixusOokami: wait... is hell the perfect beurocracy ?
damien667: Perfect...?
damien667: "I know those words but tht sentence doesn't make any sense."
StrixusOokami: lol
damien667: 'Thank you for calling HellCorp. "We are Legion." How may i help you?'
StrixusOokami: so is hell ever behind on its paperwork, or is hell always ahead on the paperwork?
damien667: Heheheh All the paperwork is finished Exactly as it comes in
damien667: know how that happens?
damien667: their first part of hell is to finish their own requisition forms
damien667: They are then moved on, to the tourtures they've designated for themselves
StrixusOokami: Please check all that apply
damien667: Yep
damien667: ^_^
StrixusOokami: and score yourself as follows
StrixusOokami: lol
StrixusOokami: hell is the ultimate LJ test
damien667: EXACTLY!
damien667: And you can never say "That doesn't fit," cause there's always the More/Other option
StrixusOokami: wait... did i just stumble on a universal truth
StrixusOokami: other{please specify}
damien667: So.. Now you see why my life is the way it is.
StrixusOokami: heh
damien667: "Other (Please Specify): ___________"

"Sturgeon's Law originally was 'Nothing is always absolutely so.' The other thing was known as 'Sturgeon's Revelation'"

"I repeat Sturgeon's Revelation, which was wrung out of me after twenty years of wearying defense of science fiction against attacks of people who used the worst examples of the field for ammunition, and whose conclusion was that ninety percent of sf is crud.

"The Revelation: Ninety percent of everything is crud.

"Corallary 1: The existence of immense quantities of trash in science fiction is admitted and if is regrettable; but it is no more unnatural than the existence of trash anywhere.

"Corallary 2: The best science fiction is as good as the best fiction in any field."

*sighs*

I'm currently sitting on the 5th floor of library south, roasting like a duck in an oven. Why am I here, you ask? Because I dont want to be somewhere else, where I would usually kill time between classes. Why? Its uncomfortable for me, sometimes, to be around people at all. I just have to stay away from them, any of them. But sometimes, its just certian groups of people I need to stay away from. Which ever of these it is today, the Rampway office doesnt feel welcoming to me today.
I walked up the stairs to the hall where it is, and could hear them from the other end of the hall. No need to see into the door to see who was there, I could hear, and I had no real reason to want to be around these people.
This isnt the Rampway I remember. It has changed, deeply and immesurably, but in some imperceptible and unnamable way. What ever it is, it isnt home any more. Its outgrown me. Maybe not completely, but its in the process of loosing its need of me. Like all things, it has changed, and moved on. Which is good, really, I suppose.
But its like all creations - you are never ready to let it go to those more capable to deal with it. They seem happy to still have me there, as a sort of link to the past in helping to create the future. And its a nice role to have, in its way. But, in a way, it feels like I am a dead weight, holding them back from where Rampway is going, trying to preserve something that maybe never existed except in my own mind. There are things I never want to see Rampway become, but it may very well become those things. It already has, in its way, become some of the things I never wanted it to. But those changes are irriversable, and my stubborn protests against them will do nothing.
I was there when Rampway struggled, foundered, and fought to survive. Now, there is no question of its survival, only a question of how great it will become. My part is played. All I have left is my experience with that, a continual reminder to be careful, to be cautious, to not take too many risks, and to cover its ass. And now, that is not what Rampway needs. It needs the innovation from the new blood, who have taken over in full stride. I may still have a place with rampway, but it is not the place it once was.
The point is, Rampway has moved on. I need to do the same.
That seems to be a big theme with me lately. Moving on. Grad school is two and a half semesters from reality. Which means moving from home (at last, yet I am worried and afraid), and my family. I find myself alienated from the fan comunities I once frequented because of how much older I am than the average member, yet my writing seems juvenile by my own standards. Friends here at school, I am removing myself from them, distancing myself. Even the web sites I frequent, I am loosing my contact with.
Really, all I have as a constant is my guild on DAOC, and my boyfriend.
*sighs*