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October 12, 2006

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Renaissance faires, acting, dancing, drawing, writing, reading, poetry, stage combat, rapiers, archery, coffee and conversation, crème brûlée, France, travelling, Shakespeare, the supernatural, music, laughing, politics

Bands/Artists

Classical and indie.

Movies

Dead Again, V for Vendetta, Silence of the Lambs, Sleeping Beauty, The Emperors New Groove, Legally Blonde, Yellow Submarine, Help, PotC I, Star Wars IV-VI, LotR, Miss Congeniality, The Phantom of the Opera

Books

The Phantom of the Opera, Little Women, The Red Tent, The Other Boleyn Girl, Memoirs of a Geisha, Ivanhoe, The da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons, Enough Rope, Not So Deep as a Well, etc

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Politics and Pit-Bull Feminazis.

Hmmm.  So with the impending elections, I've been going around to various politicians' sites, trying to get an idea of what they stand for, and what exactly their opinions are on certain key issues.  Unfortunately, I only got to two before my eyesight gave out: Phil Bredesen and John Jay Hooker.  I'm slowly working my way down the list of both parties today, because honestly the chance of either Democrats or Republicans letting a member of the Green, Libertarian, or non-party Independents get a foot in the door is slim.

I then received a call from John Jay's office.  Impressive, that a peon such as myself could merit a speedy reply.  Even if it was an intern.  Beggars, choosers, la-dee-da-la.

...I think John Jay might want to hire people with better phone and communication skills.  That, or switch the decaf out for regular in his offices.

"His biggest concern right now is the war. He's against it."
"You mean the conflict, sir?"
"No, I mean the war. We're at war."
"With all due respect, sir, Congress never formally declared, so it's still a conflict."
"Well… We're at war. We're at war with Afghanistan, and in Iraq, and – an' the war on terror…"
"Yes sir, I've heard the phrase."
"An'… We're at war."
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir. Now, uhh, about these other
issues…"

That, or give the decaf to my grandmother, who just called to say this:

"I've saved an article for you in the newspaper all about safety on campus, and pepper sprayyyy, and the police say you can't use the brand they use --" [Commie elitists] "--because it's too strong, but you can buy it at Wal-Mart!"  [Why is Wal-Mart selling pepper spray?]
"Well thanks, but I really don't --"
"You know, it's a different world out there!  You can neeeever tell what's happening, or what's going to happen.  It's always best to be prepared!"
"Uhhhhhh-huh.  Well, I'll have Mum call you when she gets back in.  Have a great day, Granny!"

I might be a Girl Scout, but pepper spray seems like overkill.  A little too pit-bull feminazi to me.  You know, the whole, "You looked at me!  ANIMAL!!!!  HOW DARE YOU THREATEN MY CARNAL TREASURE?!"  *Cattleprod*  "MEN LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON WOMYN EVERYWHERE ARE TORTURED, BRUISED, BATTERED, AND EMBITTERED AGAINST LIFE!!"

Besides, isn't it rather vain to assume that the only reason a man looks at oneself is because he's plotting to ravish you?  Maybe you have toilet paper sticking out of your skirt.  Oh wait, sorry, skirts are a symbol of male Domination Against Womyn.  My bad.  True Womyn don't wear skirts.  Kilts are irrelevant, right?  Wtf.

Actually, I get the feeling that "true womyn" would be secure enough in themselves to not get caught up in arbitrary sartorial details.  May expound upon this later in Microsoft Word.  Yes, I've written essays for fun and excitement.  ...Shut up.

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If You Don't Jump, You Can't Fly.


As it appears the whole world is going to hell in a silk-lined handbasket, let's get inspirational.


Treat a man as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he should be, and he will become what he could be. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. You were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -- Nelson Mandela


Coming together is a beginning.  Keeping together is progress.  Working together is success. -- Henry Ford


All great truths begin as blasphemies. -- George Bernard Shaw


There is nothing impossible to him who will try. -- Alexander the Great


Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson


You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Aiiiiiiiiiii!

Okay, I've asked this favour of you guys a million times before, but...


If you would please pray for me, I would be greatly indebted.  The power of faith is an incredible thing, no matter what that faith is, and I have a firm belief in its powers [yeah, I know, believe me or not].  Okay, the prayer request is pretty vague, but here goes:: A remarkable opportunity has come my way, and I'd give just about anything for it to come true.  I don't want to say anything more specific, in case it doesn't manifest.  [[I also believe that 'if you start out depressed, everything's kind of a pleasant surprise.'  Yeah, a bit pessimistic, but a coping mechanism nonetheless.]]  So if you could ask your God or Buddha or Beatific Tree Sprite, whatever is applicable... I would be very, very appreciative.  :)


Anyways.


Salsa dancing [written in red for spicy ambience]:: Every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.  Lessons start at 9:00.  May or may not be a cover charge [can't be in excess of $10, certainly].  I know ladies got in free on Friday [yesterday] night, and everyone did on Thursday, but I don't know whether those were one-night, uh, stands.  No experience necessary.  The instructor is wonderful.  He laughs and jokes but keeps the class moving and breaks it down for you.  The club is open until 3:00 AM, but of course you can leave whenever.  You can leave at 9:01, heck.  It's at Ibiza Nightclub, on Old Hickory.  Basically, your directions from Murfreesboro are:: Take I-24 West.  Take the Bell Road exit, and turn LEFT onto Bell Road.  Drive, drive, drive.  When you come to the intersection with Nolensville Road, go through it and look on your RIGHT for the Sherwin-Williams paint store, across the street from a Mapco or some other gas station with a greenish colour theme.  It's in that little strip-mall area.  Parking is terrifying in that they block off random allees and so forth, but not unbearable.  You just have to be flexible, or able to defy physics.


That was a really long paragraph.


Sorry.  I'm spastic.  Sudden news, combined with sleeping from 3:00-5:30 AM leads to massive weirdness.


Whatever.


Gah!

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Lamest Headline EH-VER.

"Senate Chiefs Plan to Resist Compromise on Energy Bill."


Do I even need to rant upon this?  Isn't that why we elected every last pinhead working on Capitol Hill?  To work things out so said things get signed into law?  Of COURSE they're not going to agree initially.  Why break with years of grand tradition?  But if anyone's going to make any progress on anything, there has to be some give and take.  Quid pro quo, just like Doctor Lecter says [and he seems vastly more intelligent than those 100//435//535 slobs, numeric value depending on whether we're discussing the parts or the whole].  Ugh.  Nerds and cads, the lot of them.  Anarchy and root beer for all.  S.O.B//Senate Office Building is such a telling acronym.

That's so lame.  Who actually PLANS not to compromise on something?  Aside from them, they're obviously bacteria in business suits.  That's like the court [any ol' court] saying "We'll bring your case to trial, but we're already planning to euthanise you."  Gee, your honour, how can I ever thank you?


And Israel is adding troops to the campaign they're not expanding.  Because, yuh-huh, that makes sense.  *WTF Moment*


Ugh.  Whatever.  When territory on the moon is finally up for development, I'm so buying the entire bloody thing and putting a laser force-field around it that will incinerate anything which does not have clearance to enter.  But I'd encourage them to try, just to have something to watch at dinner.  "Hmmm, who told Keira Knightley this was a resort?  Mwa, ha, ha.  Honey, where do we keep the Champagne?  Oh, no reason..."


Hmmmm, okay, Kelly shouldn't read the news in between dancing and sleep.  It disgrunts her and leads to long diatribes against anything breathing.


I shall discourse upon the state of salsa [as in, ensuing opportunities thereof tomorrownight] when the sun is up.


Bon soir!  [Ou "Bon matin," peut-etre.]

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It Takes Two to Tango.

So I've been invited out salsa dancing tomorrow night.


Problem is, I need someone to go with.  So I'm spamming all my little online journal-thingies with a similar invite.  Any takers?  No experience necessary; we can learn together.  :)


And, uh, I'll get the necessary information like time and location tomorrow, when my contact touches base.

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