The one you call Number One has the superior mind...

Oh, yeah, there's an 80th episode of Trek, isn't there - the pilot. Adn there's a character in the pilot I totally totally love, Number One - Majel Barrett's cool, efficient and powerful First Officer.

I love strong women in stories. Ivanova, Delenn, Lochley, Sarah Jane, Ace, Han'a. Wish we'd had more of Number One and her crazy, yet stylish, 60s hair style.

As per dedos:
How about a fun, arty meme? Create a self-portrait and show it off on LJ! Draw it with pencils and scan it in, do it in MS Paint, or get jiggy with Photoshop or some other fancy program -- it's up to you! The portraits shouldn't take more than an hour, I know you're all busy people!

Here's mine. I drew it back in January for a Closetspace filler (the one with Emily in a bunny suit). It's a super idealized version of myself (-150 or so pounds) but it's kinda sorta me. Maybe me in 1990, even though I hadn't figured out to style my hair then. No excuses - Super Idealized Me.



You don't want to see a portrait of me as I am now - we've all seen Jabba in Return of the Jedi.

The one you call Number One has the superior mind...

Oh, yeah, there's an 80th episode of Trek, isn't there - the pilot. Adn there's a character in the pilot I totally totally love, Number One - Majel Barrett's cool, efficient and powerful First Officer.

I love strong women in stories. Ivanova, Delenn, Lochley, Sarah Jane, Ace, Han'a. Wish we'd had more of Number One and her crazy, yet stylish, 60s hair style.

As per dedos:
How about a fun, arty meme? Create a self-portrait and show it off on LJ! Draw it with pencils and scan it in, do it in MS Paint, or get jiggy with Photoshop or some other fancy program -- it's up to you! The portraits shouldn't take more than an hour, I know you're all busy people!

Here's mine. I drew it back in January for a Closetspace filler (the one with Emily in a bunny suit). It's a super idealized version of myself (-150 or so pounds) but it's kinda sorta me. Maybe me in 1990, even though I hadn't figured out to style my hair then. No excuses - Super Idealized Me.



You don't want to see a portrait of me as I am now - we've all seen Jabba in Return of the Jedi.

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::becomes worried that I may not have enough saved for a move this year after all::

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::becomes worried that I may not have enough saved for a move this year after all::

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My brain works in wierd wierd wierd ways. Take dreaming, for example. I tend to dream in a story-telling way, versus a symbolic way. I do have symbolic dreams, sure, but a lot of times, my brain likes to entertain me with a story.

I've watched a LOT of MST3K lately. A LOT of it. I'm up to season 7, and if you think of 23 episodes, times 2 hours, plus the KTMA season, that comes to about 7,000 hours of bad movies.

Last night, my brain broke.

Last night, while I was asleep, I began dreaming that I was at a restaurant. It looked like the Frisco on Burnet, but could have been Earl Abel's in San Antonio. 40 or so people (later to find out it was 42). None of them me. A young 8 year old blonde girl sits in a booth waiting for her food and her parents (who have wandered off doing parent things, I guess), kicking her seat. The waitress comes by to take their order, but finding no one there but the little girl asks her what she'd like.

"I want everyone in the world to be happy."

The waitress just giggles and says "That's a tall order. Maybe you should think a little less grand?"

"Okay, everyone in the diner gets their wish."

And oddly enought the waitress agrees. Poof, the 8 year old is now All Grown Up. The 42 people in the restaurant have dissapeared into about 20. And instead of a restaurant in a bustling big city, they're now in a clearing all dressed up like Ren-faire folks. Turns out everyone in the diner got their wishes. The girl wanted to grow up, someone else wanted the world to be all sword and sorcery, half the diner wanted to be somewhere else and were.

So the girl decides that this wish was a bad one and that things need to go back to normal. She wanders around till she finds a sorceress (the waitress), and the waitress tells her that in order to bring the world back to order, she needs to find 42 jewels, and place them on an iron plate the sroceress in making now. The only way to get a jewel is to get each of the 42 diners to recant their wishes, which will form a jewel.

However, one of the wishers, the Evil Guy Who Rules The World He Made doesn't want to go back to his life, so he kills the sorceress who boils away down to her bones. But only after making the girl a motorcycle she can ride around the world. And the skeleton can...well...still talk and move and give advice, so she takes it with her. And then...

THE SKELETON PITCHES THIS TO ME LIKE IT WAS A TV SERIES: "You see, there are 42 different stories you can tell here, each one trying to get a wish back to save the world!"

Some days, I frighten myself.

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My brain works in wierd wierd wierd ways. Take dreaming, for example. I tend to dream in a story-telling way, versus a symbolic way. I do have symbolic dreams, sure, but a lot of times, my brain likes to entertain me with a story.

I've watched a LOT of MST3K lately. A LOT of it. I'm up to season 7, and if you think of 23 episodes, times 2 hours, plus the KTMA season, that comes to about 7,000 hours of bad movies.

Last night, my brain broke.

Last night, while I was asleep, I began dreaming that I was at a restaurant. It looked like the Frisco on Burnet, but could have been Earl Abel's in San Antonio. 40 or so people (later to find out it was 42). None of them me. A young 8 year old blonde girl sits in a booth waiting for her food and her parents (who have wandered off doing parent things, I guess), kicking her seat. The waitress comes by to take their order, but finding no one there but the little girl asks her what she'd like.

"I want everyone in the world to be happy."

The waitress just giggles and says "That's a tall order. Maybe you should think a little less grand?"

"Okay, everyone in the diner gets their wish."

And oddly enought the waitress agrees. Poof, the 8 year old is now All Grown Up. The 42 people in the restaurant have dissapeared into about 20. And instead of a restaurant in a bustling big city, they're now in a clearing all dressed up like Ren-faire folks. Turns out everyone in the diner got their wishes. The girl wanted to grow up, someone else wanted the world to be all sword and sorcery, half the diner wanted to be somewhere else and were.

So the girl decides that this wish was a bad one and that things need to go back to normal. She wanders around till she finds a sorceress (the waitress), and the waitress tells her that in order to bring the world back to order, she needs to find 42 jewels, and place them on an iron plate the sroceress in making now. The only way to get a jewel is to get each of the 42 diners to recant their wishes, which will form a jewel.

However, one of the wishers, the Evil Guy Who Rules The World He Made doesn't want to go back to his life, so he kills the sorceress who boils away down to her bones. But only after making the girl a motorcycle she can ride around the world. And the skeleton can...well...still talk and move and give advice, so she takes it with her. And then...

THE SKELETON PITCHES THIS TO ME LIKE IT WAS A TV SERIES: "You see, there are 42 different stories you can tell here, each one trying to get a wish back to save the world!"

Some days, I frighten myself.