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alternaljournal so I can work a bit on other stuff and plan ahead. I'm really surprised I've managed to keep up this long (just about 8 months now), but it's a good deal of fun. It's also making me more interested in history, designing new and interesting worlds to visit down the line, but I can be a little half-assed about it because I have the excuse that 'okay, this is actually a fusion of different cultures which has evolved independently for hundreds or thousands of years', so if something I want doesn't necessarily fit with a culture I'm studying it I can pass it off as something that's changed. But it is fun... the book I just finished reading now's about archeologists studying Mayan culture so I may be working some Mayan influences somewhere down the line. But I can certainly use a bit of a break.
I know nothing about cooking. But I've always wanted to learn how to cook. And sometimes I think I could be good at it, particularly making new delicious creations. The problem is I can never start because I don't want anyone to _know_ I'm learning, and I don't live alone. Ah well.
I read this BoingBoing article yesterday and realized... things that are 'ultra-exclusive' annoy the hell out of me. I suppose to some extent I, along with lots of people, sort of belong to 'exclusive clubs' based on one idea or another, but it's ones that base on being 'cool' or who you happen to know, that I can't stand, and the idea of 'invite only'. I hope it's not just jealousy and that I wouldn't belong to one even if invited, but I have to admit I'm not at all cool and am not really good at making friends, so it may be a factor. Probably is most of it, really, and I'm just a hypocrite at heart.
Ever since I did my WIDW where I designed my own ideal afterlife, I occasionally find myself thinking about something I'd want to do but know, for whatever reason, it's impossible, and, when I want to get myself off that train of thought, telling myself, "Well, I'll just add it to my list of things to do in my afterlife." As though I actually believe that's the way it'll be. I _don't_ actually believe it (mainly because I don't believe there's any intelligent, aware, higher power designing the universe), but I'm realizing more and more I want to believe it, even over oblivion (because once I get bored of it, I can still have functional oblivion, under my scenario), which has generally been my ideal afterlife, or lack of such. I just think it's terribly unfair that I (or people in general, really, this isn't all about me) _can't_, say, own a spaceship or be a criminal (nothing violent, but I've always been curious to see if I _could_ be a master thief, for example) or have some phenomenally lucky and unlikely break, or hell, live in myalternaljournal, rather than just imagining it. I mean, it's fair enough in a real life, but in an intelligently designed afterlife I don't see why you'd be so restricted for all eternity.
Oh yeah, speaking of owning spaceships (see! Segue!), someone go and make a Firefly MUSH, statless and traits-based with no canon characters playable and get it all set up so I can get in on the ground floor and play without having to do anything more than app. Get started on it, someone! ;)
Dream Foo: Runaways related
Last night I dreamed it was the end of a Runaways arc, and somehow all the kids parents were back, and a meteor was coming, and they all scrambled to fit into the Leapfrog. The meteor hit, but it was only a small meteor, and it his Old Lace...
And Old Lace started talking. In a rich, deep, almost British voice. And I thought, "Oh, I guess when BKV said the big secret was that Old Lace could talk, he wasn't just joking with us."
And then it was revealed that Old Lace wasn't actually a genetically engineered dinosaur from the future, it was actually the child of an alien race that Pride had contact with through the Dean's, and the father was actually on the meteor, and he was huge and green.
alternaljournal so I can work a bit on other stuff and plan ahead. I'm really surprised I've managed to keep up this long (just about 8 months now), but it's a good deal of fun. It's also making me more interested in history, designing new and interesting worlds to visit down the line, but I can be a little half-assed about it because I have the excuse that 'okay, this is actually a fusion of different cultures which has evolved independently for hundreds or thousands of years', so if something I want doesn't necessarily fit with a culture I'm studying it I can pass it off as something that's changed. But it is fun... the book I just finished reading now's about archeologists studying Mayan culture so I may be working some Mayan influences somewhere down the line. But I can certainly use a bit of a break.I know nothing about cooking. But I've always wanted to learn how to cook. And sometimes I think I could be good at it, particularly making new delicious creations. The problem is I can never start because I don't want anyone to _know_ I'm learning, and I don't live alone. Ah well.
I read this BoingBoing article yesterday and realized... things that are 'ultra-exclusive' annoy the hell out of me. I suppose to some extent I, along with lots of people, sort of belong to 'exclusive clubs' based on one idea or another, but it's ones that base on being 'cool' or who you happen to know, that I can't stand, and the idea of 'invite only'. I hope it's not just jealousy and that I wouldn't belong to one even if invited, but I have to admit I'm not at all cool and am not really good at making friends, so it may be a factor. Probably is most of it, really, and I'm just a hypocrite at heart.
Ever since I did my WIDW where I designed my own ideal afterlife, I occasionally find myself thinking about something I'd want to do but know, for whatever reason, it's impossible, and, when I want to get myself off that train of thought, telling myself, "Well, I'll just add it to my list of things to do in my afterlife." As though I actually believe that's the way it'll be. I _don't_ actually believe it (mainly because I don't believe there's any intelligent, aware, higher power designing the universe), but I'm realizing more and more I want to believe it, even over oblivion (because once I get bored of it, I can still have functional oblivion, under my scenario), which has generally been my ideal afterlife, or lack of such. I just think it's terribly unfair that I (or people in general, really, this isn't all about me) _can't_, say, own a spaceship or be a criminal (nothing violent, but I've always been curious to see if I _could_ be a master thief, for example) or have some phenomenally lucky and unlikely break, or hell, live in my
alternaljournal, rather than just imagining it. I mean, it's fair enough in a real life, but in an intelligently designed afterlife I don't see why you'd be so restricted for all eternity.Oh yeah, speaking of owning spaceships (see! Segue!), someone go and make a Firefly MUSH, statless and traits-based with no canon characters playable and get it all set up so I can get in on the ground floor and play without having to do anything more than app. Get started on it, someone! ;)
Dream Foo: Runaways related
Last night I dreamed it was the end of a Runaways arc, and somehow all the kids parents were back, and a meteor was coming, and they all scrambled to fit into the Leapfrog. The meteor hit, but it was only a small meteor, and it his Old Lace...
And Old Lace started talking. In a rich, deep, almost British voice. And I thought, "Oh, I guess when BKV said the big secret was that Old Lace could talk, he wasn't just joking with us."
And then it was revealed that Old Lace wasn't actually a genetically engineered dinosaur from the future, it was actually the child of an alien race that Pride had contact with through the Dean's, and the father was actually on the meteor, and he was huge and green.
