Irising Into Surreality
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rinueI think it might be a good idea for me to fall in love now. I mean, it's been what -- two years? Surely not three? And before you ask, yes I *do* believe you can schedule these things; it's a sort of variation on "when the student is ready, the teacher will appear."
Valancy agrees with me that this is a good idea, but Valancy mistakenly believes life will be less fraught if I am getting laid on a regular basis. Of course, Val thinks sex is the solution to every problem, which explains her difficulty with familial relationships. (My personal preferred panacea is "drink more water." It is the universal solvent, after all.)
A large difficulty which immediately hamstrings the efficacy of this plan is that I don't date, and am quite happy with that noble mandate. And falling in love with friends is a messy and generally unsatisfying way of going about things. Stalemate.
As you can probably tell, I've finally gone barking mad. I've been fighting it my entire life, being the responsible and reasonable one who does not give in to the hallucinations or the mood swings and always makes sure the tires are properly pressurized. However, I'm tired of being Mr. Darcy while everyone pays attention to Wickam. I want to be Bingley.
At least the lunacy isn't depression this time; neither Valancy nor I can do that without the feeling we're impinging on each other's territory. Instead, it seems to be rather harmless on the order of laughing more than is strictly appropriate and not bussing my own tray.
Also, there is much playing of Go, the finest game of my aquaintance.
Arielle suggested that "Taleyana" sounds like a poorly-disguized drug song in the grand tradition of "Heart Shaped Box" or "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds." We cannot decide which drug, but we strongly suspect it is a depressant with a sweet smell or aftertaste, and a difficult comedown. Suggestions?
In addition, while lighting the grill yesterday, I developed a new art form called fire puppetry. It's quite beautiful and completely unreal; if I saw it in a film, I'd think it was animated. Given my pyromania and Max's obsession with explosives, it's a wonder only two of our houses have burnt to the ground and we had nothing to do with either occurence.
Finally, I wrote a letter to the president a couple of weeks ago, to which I still haven't gotten a response. This letter dealt with his policies on stem cell research. Although it mentioned "sunk cost" and "the quickening" in passing, the major focus was the alternate realities suggested by quantam physics. I wasn't trying to be difficult -- I genuinely feel for the guy. I mean, given his unique situation.
I have to admit that I'm glad Bush was elected. Under Clinton, the presidency was becoming too poweful to an almost unconstitutional level. (Consider the line item veto.) Bush has scared people into remembering checks and balances.
Valancy agrees with me that this is a good idea, but Valancy mistakenly believes life will be less fraught if I am getting laid on a regular basis. Of course, Val thinks sex is the solution to every problem, which explains her difficulty with familial relationships. (My personal preferred panacea is "drink more water." It is the universal solvent, after all.)
A large difficulty which immediately hamstrings the efficacy of this plan is that I don't date, and am quite happy with that noble mandate. And falling in love with friends is a messy and generally unsatisfying way of going about things. Stalemate.
As you can probably tell, I've finally gone barking mad. I've been fighting it my entire life, being the responsible and reasonable one who does not give in to the hallucinations or the mood swings and always makes sure the tires are properly pressurized. However, I'm tired of being Mr. Darcy while everyone pays attention to Wickam. I want to be Bingley.
At least the lunacy isn't depression this time; neither Valancy nor I can do that without the feeling we're impinging on each other's territory. Instead, it seems to be rather harmless on the order of laughing more than is strictly appropriate and not bussing my own tray.
Also, there is much playing of Go, the finest game of my aquaintance.
Arielle suggested that "Taleyana" sounds like a poorly-disguized drug song in the grand tradition of "Heart Shaped Box" or "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds." We cannot decide which drug, but we strongly suspect it is a depressant with a sweet smell or aftertaste, and a difficult comedown. Suggestions?
In addition, while lighting the grill yesterday, I developed a new art form called fire puppetry. It's quite beautiful and completely unreal; if I saw it in a film, I'd think it was animated. Given my pyromania and Max's obsession with explosives, it's a wonder only two of our houses have burnt to the ground and we had nothing to do with either occurence.
Finally, I wrote a letter to the president a couple of weeks ago, to which I still haven't gotten a response. This letter dealt with his policies on stem cell research. Although it mentioned "sunk cost" and "the quickening" in passing, the major focus was the alternate realities suggested by quantam physics. I wasn't trying to be difficult -- I genuinely feel for the guy. I mean, given his unique situation.
I have to admit that I'm glad Bush was elected. Under Clinton, the presidency was becoming too poweful to an almost unconstitutional level. (Consider the line item veto.) Bush has scared people into remembering checks and balances.
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Date: 2001-08-31 02:30 am (UTC)Go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go gooooooo!
I have my opponent on the run at this juncture, nearly managing to sequester off an additional quarter of the board (making the total territory I claim ONE HALF) and at least taking 3/4 of the amount of pieces he has of me.
His territory is pitiful.
I am way too excited about this.
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Date: 2001-08-31 11:24 am (UTC)of course, because i'm so rusty, you'd probably beat the pants off of me, but i still look forward to playing you in the forseeable future.
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Date: 2001-08-31 04:29 pm (UTC)Although. . . There was a wizard moment earlier in the day in which Arielle occupied the entire board except for 4 of my pieces and two empty spaces. Instead of remembering to pass, she played, so I filled the last space and wiped the board of all of her pieces. Silliness is *wonderfully* good misdirection sometimes.