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2019-04-19 01:07 am

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Continuing on the Storytelling thing from yesterday, a quick scene from inside that dream about the Starship Alexandria:

Manu (the man who is chosen to pilot the Alexandria) and Celeste (The friend he asks to come along) are seeing each other for the first time in two weeks) and getting ready to sit down for a dinner.

Manu: Alexandria, dinner please.
He gets a block of what looks like processed cheese.
Manu: I know this stuff is protein and nanites and it will keep me alive and fit for as long as I want...but I may not want to last very long. This crap tastes like an iron pipe.
Celeste: This ship is 45 miles long, and I just spent two weeks exploring some of it. Have you just been eating those blocks all that time?
Manu: And I'm already very tired of it.
Celeste: Oh, for Pete's sake. This ship contains the whole of Earth's public knowledge as of three weeks ago! IT KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT OUR WORLD. Alexandria, Duck L'Orange, Version Number 9971214Beta. Oh, and a Pinot Noir. Version number...I don't know...surprise me.

She gets a beautiful plate of Duck L'Orange.

Manu: Is that....
Celeste: Protein and nanites, made to look, taste and smell like the Duck L'Orange and Pinot Nior...although now that I think about it, I probably should have said an Earth Wine? Could be something from...Melmac or Vulcan. Wherever ALF is from.
Manu: I...I didn't know it could do that. Can I just have a small bite?
Celeste: Eat your lead pipe first, Manu, then we'll talk.
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2019-04-18 11:56 pm

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Is it lazy writing when you take a block of text from one part of a musical, paste it in another part of the musical, and rewrite it so it's not just a kind of counterpoint to the first part, but also "There, I wrote some stuff for the musical for today?"

Asking for a friend.
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2019-04-18 12:07 pm

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I stopped arguing on the internet.
I started deleting comments that I don't want to argue with on the internet.
I am starting to unfollow people that I don't want to argue with on the internet.
I know it's only a matter of time before I start blocking accounts that I don't want to argue with on the internet.
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2019-04-18 01:28 am

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I've talked a lot about the depressing part of my mind lately. For once, I'm going to talk about something amazing my mind does. I don't know how it does this. I don't know why it does this. But it does.

It tells me stories.

Nearly every story I've got in my repertoire, with only a few exceptions, began their lives as stories I was told during a dream, or just as I begin falling asleep.

My magnum opus, The Book of Xand was a dream I had in 1987. A Wish for Wings began as a dream during a fitful night of sleep (and a lot of anime). Genevieve was a dream. And last night, I had a dream about "The Starship Alexandria," one of sixty four starships touring the stars to catalogue and share all the information in the universe.

I wish I had the speed and energy and time to develop these stories. Because there's so much to see there. A million year old spire city. A fascist world not just recovering its freedom, but recovering it's magic. A man making the decision to cut himself off from his world to go on a grand adventure in the universe. I've forgotten more stories than I have books. The dreams themselves are wierd, almost always in the third person. If I'm in them, I'm not the person I see in the mirror.

I don't know where the stories come from. Sometimes I think it's to cheer me up, since that's usually when it happens. I just wish I could share them with the justice my dreams give them.

I keep a dream diary. For when I have time to jot down some of the stories. :)
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2019-04-16 07:14 pm

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Darling, bomp bah bah bomp, bah bomp bah bomp bomp.
And my honey, rama lama ding dong forever.
And when I say, dip da dip da dip da dip.
You know I mean it from the bottom of my boogity boogity boogity shoop.
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2019-04-15 01:53 am

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Thoughts Before Bed

I really want to wake up tomorrow and eat some of that steak....
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2019-04-15 01:22 am

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Finished The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures! Next week: The Wind Waker

You can see the whole game here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLHgkUFTzXaimUz01AVYFRZ-2RCaR_pdQY
But I'd suggest the edited highlights here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLHgkUFTzXainq44-EBcsDKAPGF-DkTwQ_
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2019-04-14 02:39 am

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Thoughts Before Bed

I got some really bad RNG this run through.
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2019-04-13 01:52 pm

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The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords at the top of the hour! About five minutes from now. Watch me buy my way to beating bosses!

http://twitch.tv/jenndolari
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2019-04-13 02:16 am

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Productive day today! Little too much food. But productive day!
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2019-04-12 02:38 pm

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Guys. I know this is tantamount to blasphemy. But I'm kinda Star Wars-ed out. Have been since Revenge of the Sith.

I thought the new trilogy might fix that, but in the end, I'm just kinda...meh. I'll dutifully go see Star Wars 9 and maybe I'll enjoy it. I'm just...kinda worn out by it all.
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2019-04-11 04:44 pm

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I remember when I used to groan at women's "wrestling" in the WWE in the Sable era, and was happy when Chyna got to wrestle in the "Men's Division" to get out of that and have some legitimacy. The Women's division now? Holy crap, it's GOOD. O_O
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2019-04-11 04:37 pm

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Finally watching Wrestlmania 35. Nice to know they're still doing the Shane McMahon "Let's do something incredibly insane and hope we don't kill Shane in the process" gimmick.
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2019-04-09 12:42 am

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Thoughts Before Bed

I don't like to dwell on this, because that way lies madness, but I do wonder how I'd be doing right now had my body matched my gender.

Everything I've done, I've done to fix that mismatch. Most everything I've done with my life was too fix that one issue, wether I wanted to do it or not. After my surgery became impossible, that changed to "everything I'm doing with my life is just to survive in this mismatched mess."

I wonder what I'd be doing if that one thing that's defined my life choices for forty years wasn't a thing. A cartoonist? Writer? Professional chef? Something else? Happy?

There would likely be a different struggle defining me. But I'd hope it wasn't as crushing as the one I find myself trapped in.

While this isn't the primary cause of my unease these last few days, it's certainly been on my mind as I tried to get into a better mindset.
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2019-04-08 04:55 pm

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Friend: "If your want a live full of joy, follow your heart."
Brain: "Woah, let's not get too carried away there. This Heart wants a $300 four foot tall anime statue of a bunny girl made of raspberry flavored dark chocolate and is okay with forgoing food, medication and bills for it."
Heart: "Brain's right, you know."
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2019-04-08 10:44 am

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Credit card company wants to give me another card with an $800 line of credit. I'm already wary of credit cards, but given the huge crunch I'm in, I'm tempted. This is a REALLY bad idea, right?
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2019-04-07 08:11 pm

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Today's earworm. If I had my ideal singing voice, it would be Sia's.
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2019-04-06 11:34 pm

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Oh, hey. I can get NesQuik cereal next time I'm in Canada.
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2019-04-06 08:56 pm

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Things I've said at Work, Volume 13294:

"You, see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they go to Ikea and buy a kit to build a baby. And that's why your name is 'Kallax.'"
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2019-04-05 10:45 pm

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Okay. The Waffle Crisp story.

So, back in 1996, I was working delivering newspapers. Don't knock it. I made $700 a month doing that, and, in 1996, that was enough for me to live comfortably on my own. If a little tight.

It was really too tight, though. I spent every dollar I had on trying to keep my head above water (a lot like today), and luxuries were hard to come by.

So, I was happy to hear that Waffle Crisp was having a big giveaway through the Sunday newspaper! YAY! They were providing every person with a Sunday subscription one small childsized box of cereal, already sealed in the newspaper plastic wrap!

I took enough for my route, then took about 20 more than I needed for some tasty breakfasts - they were free, and we had more than enough.

But the cereal ended up being a nightmare. The wrapswere sized like normal Sunday Paper wraps...but they now had a box of cereal attached to the end. The waxes barely held the papers. As I assembled the papers and threw them into the back of truck, the paper would just fly out of the wrap, making me get back into the truck, reassemble it, and gently place it on the bed.

The way I threw the sunday papers was my dad would drive the pickup around the route, and I would be standing up in the back toss papers as he pointed out the houses that needed papers. Except for this night - I'd throw a paper, and it would splay across the driveway. Sometimes the section holding the box would tear off and fly under a car.

I tried delivering papers several different ways until I gave up trying to deliver it from the back of the truck at all, and instead, just walked next to the truck, gingerly picking up papers from back of the bed laying them on the driveways.

At the end of the day, I had some extra papers, so in total, I had 30 of these Waffle Crisp boxes. And I was angry at them. I knew I threw at least one of the boxes into a creek in anger after we were all done. And I don't like wasting food.

They next day, we were thankes for a good job, since EVERYONE was complaining about the boxes. How were we thanked? We were given all the extra boxes. In the end - I ended up with probably forty boxes of Waffle Crisp, a cereal I was angry at.

But damn if it wasn't good.