Well I'll be a donkey's p'toot.

Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is
concerned that it may not get a second term.
Therefore, we are going to change the rules so
that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2
votes because Democrat is a shorter word than
Republican

What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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Bwahahahaha. This is perhaps less a threat now...I say we lock Dean and Kerry in a room together with sporks and whoever wins gets to run. Thanks for this one, Danielle.

Morgan opened the Chamber Saturday, August 9, 2003   05:34 p.m.

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Productivity is in direct proportion to the amount of trash produced.
T-minus 5 days and counting until I return to the land o' Elvis.

Some goodies for you...first, swing by the gallery to see what happens when I'm allowed near Painter when in a swashbuckling mood. Arrr.

Second, a little bit of Gilgamesh. More is on the way...after my talk with Catt, I've been writing like a fiend. Send love and Pocky to her because she cures the aching inspiration and dispels fears of original female characters and their possible Mary Sueness. I think you're right; as long as I make her half as sarcastic as I am, she should be safe.

I have deleted all file sharing software from my computer and moved all music files to an obscure directory, which I have backed up on CDs. Bite me, Big Business. It was quite funny, though...after having a debate with Mom over the morals of sharing music files (she disagrees with it), we went to get some CDs for the play. She was appalled that the things can cost so much...I think I've won a convert. Too little, too late.

Dear Jesus God...need sleep. My contacts feel like sandpaper.

Morgan opened the Chamber Friday, August 8, 2003   02:45 a.m.

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Nowhere man, the world is at your command.
Lunch and afterward: excellent. Much talk of fics-in-the-works...my writer's block on Gilgamesh has vanished. Thanks, you. Enjoy the snippet.

Dear Lord, why?

Inner Tom: Write about meeeeeee.
(Captain) Jack Sparrow: Draw meeeee.
*they glance lustfully at one another*
Me: NO! Don't you even think about that!
Sparrow: Aw, you're no fun, love.

Morgan opened the Chamber Wednesday, August 6, 2003   01:46 a.m.

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Insert foot.
Just a quick note to jot down a current pet peeve...reviews of movies or books that are nothing but misinformed intellectual snobbery. Hey, I am an intellectual snob myself, but I at least try to get my information straight before I open my mouth and poo-poo something. It is also irksome when the reviewer, who is not familiar with the author/genre/whatever, proceeds to review whatever it is as something it is not. This is like skimming through a Faulkner novel, then reviewing it as if one had read a Danielle Steele novel cover to cover.

Bah. On an upward note, lunch today with many happy peoples. This should extinguish my rebelling intellectual snobbery toward intellectual snobbery (is this like having no tolerance for intolerance? I feel redundant).

Morgan opened the Chamber Tuesday, August 5, 2003   09:01 a.m.

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All roads meet in the loony bin.
We got back from my grandmother's early this evening. The trip, though very short, was fairly relaxing. We got up at the ass-crack of dawn this morning to go have breakfast at the Pisgah Inn (this is a somewhat historic hotel on a mountain peak of the Blue Ridge Parkway--quite pretty year-round). The weather was gorgeous, and there was fog all around the mountains so they looked like islands. It reminded me of the first opening moments of Princess Mononoke.

On top of that, the food was amazing as always, and the wait staff was attractive AND efficient. Huzzah. If I'm getting up that early, I'd better be getting massive quantities of coffee brought to me by a strapping young lad in an apron.

On the way back down the mountain, we discovered that the park is now charging people to go on Sliding Rock. Dude...it's a ROCK. In a river. You can't CHARGE people for that...they're going to have to dish out the cash to replace whatever it is they're wearing while sliding on the rocks as it is.

Anyway, I did a decent amount of sketching. My respect for the CG artists of Pirates just skyrocketed. It's hard enough to draw big, drapey sleeves...making them all decayed and stuff is a pain in the ass. So is drawing the tiny bones in the palm of your hand.

Upon our return to town, I was shocked to learn that while we were out of pocket, word spread like wildfire and apparently Everyone Knows.... I hope you're right about the next sign telling us what it is everyone knows...I just hope it's posted before I head back to Memphis or I'll go nuts.

Speaking of which, I think the time you'll be in Florida is crunch time for the play, so that works just fine because I probably couldn't sneak away then, anyway. We'll figure something out.

Why in God's name am I still awake?!

Morgan opened the Chamber Sunday, August 3, 2003   01:01 a.m.

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I got a freaky old lady, name of Cocaine Katie
Officially done with dog-sitting, and all moved out of the grandparents' house. Leaving later today for one last summer visit with my other grandma, who has decided to give me lots of kitchen goodies since hearing that I'll be in an apartment this year. Retro tupperware, here I come.

In other news, Mom and I got a free sneak preview of the new western art museum in town that's opening later this month. I didn't really expect much...the building looked a bit like some sort of high-security facility during construction, but yowza...the inside is just gorgeous. The massive amount of artwork in that place is enough to make me burst a vessel. They have Warhols...that made me very happy. I'll have to go back after it's done to get a real tour.

Speaking of having coffee with friends, I certainly would like another quick redezvous with you before we both have to head back to the academic grindstone. I'll give you a call when I get back in town.

I should probably pack. That might be good.

Morgan opened the Chamber Friday, August 1, 2003   11:13 a.m.

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My canine alarm clock left nose prints on my glasses.
House- and dog-sitting for my grandparents while they're in Arkansas. They've been gone since Sunday, and I've gradually gotten over both the spookiness of their house and the hyperactivity of their dog. I'm used to my small, fat, old dog that can't hear a damn thing and couldn't hop on the couch if he tried. This thing is part mountain goat, I swear. His favorite toy is a towel, which you're supposed to tug on with him. If you don't want to play tug-on-the-towel, he'll drop it and bring other things you might wish to play with, like rugs, blankets, shoes, or pillows. My sandals have toothprints in them now.

Anyway, I decided to get some Gilgamesh written while I'm cooped up there. I also decided to purge the growing pirate tendencies within my brain by just doing a drawing. It's actually looking fairly good...as soon as it's done, I'll post it for "oohs" and "arrrs."

Do you see that? THAT is why I shouldn't be kept in a house with no one but a neurotic dog to talk to. I start making jokes like THAT.

Morgan opened the Chamber Thursday, July 31, 2003   11:09 a.m.

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Yo ho, yo ho, FF.net is a scurvy dog.
I made the mistake of dabbling in the Pirates of the Caribbean category at the hellmouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid. As usual, quality is not the goal of those who post (big surprise). I did manage to find a few jewels, though I was mostly disgusted by what I found. The Mary Sues...dear Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the Mary Sues...*shudder*. Only at the height of my Dilandau fandom did I have to pick through so many summaries featuring Mary Sues.

Poor, poor Jack. He's either being accosted by them, or they end up being his spawn. I'd turn pirate and run away, too.

Anyway, final result was my irritation level being raised to the point of almost writing something myself...almost. I can't afford another fandom, really I can't. So, here are the few, the proud, the survivors of my tour. The first three focus on the infamous rum island scene...tee hee.

Forgetful by Rainsong. Nicely done, mostly from Elizabeth's POV.

Elizabeth awoke an hour or so after dawn the next morning. She felt a flurry of gnats swarming above her, and swatted them away with her hand. She sighed, knowing that she was probably covered in bug bites as well. She dislodged the arm that was wrapped around her protectively so that she could sit up.

Wait. Arm. Arms are connected to bodies. In this case, naked bodies. Naked bodies of pirates.

Oh God. Naked pirate.

Never Again by Zeech. Probably the most accurate of the three, characterization-wise. It does what I tend to do...add something between the lines of what we know, but don't change the outcome.

Since that random outburst of laughter, Jack hasn’t said a word. I wonder if he’s passed out yet, and I’m about to turn my head to confirm my suspicions, but he has already soundlessly risen to a sitting position. Once again my heart is sent into painful spasms. I gasp so sharply my own breath scours my throat, and when he makes that “what did I do wrong” puppy face at me I grit my teeth and growl savagely at him.

“Make more noise when you move, blithering bastard!” I snap, and instead of becoming rigid with offense he cocks his head and regards me curiously.

“You kiss yer mum w’th that mouth, love?”

Call Me Captain by JadedSky. The only one of the three that takes a stab at making this idea long-term.

"Let's strike a deeeeaal, shall we mate? I stop the drinking if you start it." He bit his lip and almost cursed at himself for such a stupid trade. STUPID RUM, he swore to himself. She was too smart, however, and saw the pain on Jack's face as he wished he had never spoken those words.

"Deal."

"What," he asked in utter shock.

"Deal. Mr. Sparrow, the rum please," she said in her well-groomed sophisticated voice. Her hand reached out to his shaking one.

"Please, I was only joking. Rum's too hard a liquor for the like's of a sophisticated woman, like yourseeeeeeelf."

But it was too late. She had already snatched Jack's bottle from under his nose and grabbed the unopened one, also.

...

"Rum is such a vile drink. Turns even the most respectable men into scoundrels."

"And women too, me love," he added quickly, pleased to see the red of her cheeks heighten with embarrassment.

Wait For No Man by Gamine. This has the potential to turn into something quite lovely. Featuring likeable!Norrington and dead!Elizabeth.

He paused at the corner. Behind him he could hear the smithy door open, a glad cry of ‘Jack!’, and a masculine sob of grief, quickly stifled against a filthy greatcoat. "All right, lad," came the pirate’s harsh tones, greatly softened. "’Twill be all right."

Lieutenant Governor Edmund Norrington looked up at the silver crescent of the moon, smiling to himself. It was hard lesson, balancing one’s conscience against the weight of the law.

But he was learning.

Curse of the Mary Sue by saran. Suck it, Mary Sue.

“Savvy.” Jack glared at Will. As an after thought Jack said “Savvy,” once more, and that last word lit a passion in Will’s heart that only claiming Mary Sue could lay to rest.

Crossing blades with a pirate is one of the things that Will had come accustomed to. Every other day, it seemed, he and Jack were off to fight a sexy thief woman, who tripled as a stowaway on the Black Pearl, and a love interest.

Enough! Must...return to...familiar...fandom...arrrr.

Morgan opened the Chamber Saturday, July 26, 2003   10:02 p.m.

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[Insert interesting subject here]
Yep, that's right. Still nothing much of interest around here, other than some nasty weather and the fact that I finally, FINALLY cleaned my bathroom. This took about two days and three gallons of bleach. Nah, it wasn't THAT bad, though I do need to attack the shower with some sort of biohazard team.

In the course of running several errands daily, I have been plagued with a growing dislike for ambiguous advertising. It's bad enough when medication commercials just show happy people skipping in fields, the name of the drug, and then tell you to ask your doctor about it. What does it do?! How do I know to ask my doctor about it? If it's for some rare disease of the sperm, won't my doctor think it a bit odd that I, as a female, am asking about it?

But what's really bugging me has been these billboards around town. They're reminiscent of the "Have you read my bestseller? There will be a test. -God" boards of a few years ago. They're white text on a black background and they simply say, "Your wife knows," or, "your neighbor knows."

Knows what? The whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa? The meaning of life? The cure for the common cold? The location of the second gunman, that the "back, and to the left," theory is correct? That I secretly enjoy watching late-nite reruns of Matlock? That I read plotless boy-on-boy fanfiction?

The general consensus is that these boards are trying to scare people out of having affairs. Phooey. I resent that these advertisers ASSUME we're having them. I'm flattered that they might think I'm actually in a position to have multiple options of such a persuasion open to me, but please. Bite me, and be more specific with your intimidation techniques.

Morgan opened the Chamber Tuesday, July 22, 2003   06:34 p.m.

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Drivel.
Not much to report concerning this week...most of it's been spent running errands for either the show or the banquet, and dealing with Mom being a complete space cadet. We'll be doing something, like shopping for props or doing the poster layout, and I'll tell her something or explain something, and then five minutes later she'll ask and I'll have to repeat it. This has happened at least twice a day this week. I'm not saying she's losing it, just that she's obviously got something on her mind that perhaps even she doesn't know about.

I'm slowly but surely adding small bits to the growing Gilgamesh folder on Maxwell.

That's something else...when I first got my computer, it being black and all, I named it Maxwell after Duo of Gundam Wing fame. I *think* of it as Maxwell, but I rarely *call* it by that name. Now that my grandparents have a dog who goes by the name of Maxwell, I keep getting very confused. I'd re-christen MY Maxwell, but...I can't think of him as anything but that.

I could always let it name itself, but that's always risky, considering Willett's XBOX nightmare that named itself Tooth. Now that was creepy.

Morgan opened the Chamber Sunday, July 20, 2003   01:08 p.m.

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Home port.
Back from Memphis...I still can't hear very well from the concert last night, but it was incredibly worth it. I'm not a huge Cowboy Mouth fan, and to be honest their shows kind of irk me, but three of my friends there were called onstage to do a litle dance thing, so they were very happy. What made everyone's night was when Jeremy was called onstage during Better Than Exra to play guitar...and blew EVERYBODY away by prompting an impromptu rendition of Guns & Roses "Sweet Child of Mine." That's his favorite song, and he got to play it with Better Than Ezra. In fact, the audience thought it was so damn cool, they started chanting his name. 5000 people, chanting Jeremy's name, when the guy never gets looked at by females and his friends have a habit of just tolerating him. He's needed something like this for a long, long time. Granted, it sort of pissed the band off so they played one more song and then left without an encore, but hey. Whatever.

I have mosquito stigmata on the bottoms of my feet. Only I would manage to get mosquito bites on the bottoms of my feet. This is true suffering, and the only way to relieve it is to walk like a drag queen on our carpet...which I'm going to go do now.

Morgan opened the Chamber Sunday, July 13, 2003   07:51 p.m.

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League of So-So Gentlemen
Mixed reactions to this particular flick...loved the graphic novel (Alan Moore! Wheee!). The acting in the movie was good, with some very nice moments. I think the casting was fine, but...something about it just didn't work for me. I objected to some of the ways the screenplay deviates from the original story (how blatant they make Mina's vampirism, for example...it's a glorious little innuendo in the novel). And while one of my favorite things in the world is a universe that combines two different time periods uniquely, this just didn't catch me. It wasn't as...thorough, I guess, or original as I'd pictured it. Maybe I've been spoiled by how well the first WB Batman Animated Series did this with a futuristic gangster environment.

So, bottom line, I'm glad I saw it, but I'm also glad we got Eric to sneak us in through the employee access area. I'm not sure it was worth the $6 I would have paid. Pirates...that was worth $6, avast ye.

Anyway, need to go grab a shower and locate all the stuff I've scatted about in Nicole's living room. Wheee.

Morgan opened the Chamber Saturday, July 12, 2003   11:34 a.m.

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Arrrrrr.
So it appears I'll have a bit of time to post here in Memphis, after all. Nicole's at work, and I can't really leave the apartment because my LynxCard isn't programmed to open the main building door. So, here I am, reading smutty fanfic and blogging until lunch.

Not much to say...saw Pirates of the Caribbean Wednesday night. I know it didn't get very good critical reviews, but hell...it was FUN. And there's a monkey in it. That alone makes it worth seeing again...well, that and the weird Tan!Depp. It took me a good hour to grow accustomed to him not being pale. Regardless of what color he was, he was very good in the movie, and there were consistent, sporadic, "Arrs," from the audience throughout the film.

This reminds me to post a link to National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Pretty much self-explanatory, but the story of its inception will give a few chuckles. Savvy?

E-mail away, both of you. And I apologize for the last snippet suddenly going italicized in the second half. I'm a bad coder, what can I say. I'd fix it here, but there's no ftp software on this computer. It is ridiculously hot here. I must go seek liquid refreshment.

Morgan opened the Chamber Friday, July 11, 2003   11:43 a.m.

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I'll pour libations at your feet.
Firstly, a considerable snippet of Gilgamesh. Bon appetite.

Secondly, hope things start looking up for you.

And thirdly, holy shit, yo...that's some fine HP art. Thanks for the links.

Headed to Memphis for the weekend tomorrow, so I probably won't post while I'm there. Better Than Ezra...mmm.

Morgan opened the Chamber Wednesday, July 9, 2003   07:26 p.m.

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Ahhh, wilderness.
Went to my grandma's in NC this weekend...we had to move a ton of random stuff out of her storage room for her. Dad was kinda pissed because it's junk left over from when my grandfather died ten years ago that we've told her to give away or get rid of because we don't want it...but what do we do? We drive home with seven boxes of rocks and rock-cutting machinery, an old minnow bucket, a rusty gold pan, six ashtrays Pappaw made out of old Mustang pistons, and God knows what else. The car smells like basement now.

On the bright side, while Mom and Dad were with her at the storage room, I was on the screened porch with a cup of coffee and the dog, editing away on Gilgamesh. It was rather nice, really, it's nice and cool up there in the mornings and evenings and I managed to dig out my favorite mug she keeps. Needless to say, I'll type up what I wrote and edited and post some tidbits tomorrow.

Also, had a run-in with ticks somehow. In the fifteen years my grandparents lived on the mountain in the middle of dense, dense woods, I never got a single tick. I walk the dog in her suburban retirement community, and there's three ticks in the cuff of my jeans when I come in. Go figure. Nasty little bastards, ticks. They always creep me out because I had a friend in elementary school whose mom got Lyme disease...IVs delivered to her house, horse pills...not fun.

Off to write. I wish I could write this damn prologue...grrr.

Morgan opened the Chamber Tuesday, July 8, 2003   12:19 a.m.

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Oh mama mia, let me go...
I don't know why birthdays are so strange for my family. We have those who, if you're not there in the flesh for their birthday, you might as well not waste the breath it takes to wish them a happy one. This is my grandmother, and she has this attitude for all major holidays and events (which is why it miffed me that she didn't come to my graduation, but I'm not bitter).

We have those who are moderate birthday celebrators...we don't particularly care if you're there or even if it involves anything special, just as long as the important people remember. This is me. I don't like a big deal made out of it, but I do appreciate a "happy birthday," from the people who matter.

Then, we have those who refuse to acknowledge that birthdays happen. This is my mom. She dreads them for weeks beforehand, glances at presents and nods at good wishes on the date, and mourns the addition of another year to her tally for weeks afterward...and I have no idea why. My mom is just about the perfect mix between a dreamer and a square; she likes fairy tales but has her head level-set beneath the clouds. She's a hippie and a feminist. So why the hell is it so hard for her to endure birthdays?

Don't get me wrong, nothing happened today like a huge explosive fight or anything, but...we didn't go to the movies tonight like we had planned because she got sick to her stomach and blamed it on some bad food or something from lunch. I checked...nothing was bad. We had just bought everything yesterday. Knowing how stressed she can get and how her nerves rear their ugly heads, I'm willing to bet my ass that it was all due to the fact that she gets wound so tight about her birthdays. It wasn't even a biggie...that passed a couple years ago.

It's times like these Dad and I want to slip some paxil into her carrot cake. I think it would do her some good, but she would never admit that she might not handle stress as well as she used to because that would make her feel stupid, or inadequate, or old. Theatre, which used to be her stress relief, has pretty much consumed her, and in doing so isn't the relief it once was. Sometimes the best way to relieve stress you're not sure you can handle is to add some you KNOW you CAN...it makes you feel better about yourself and your abilities. She's not doing that anymore. So we just have to recognize the symptoms and tiptoe around her until things calm down a bit...which isn't easy when you've been irritated by kids, are being consumed by the same theatre as she is (and it's not a pleasant feeling, like being consumed by theatre at school is), and have Cartersville-cabin fever. *sigh*

Morgan opened the Chamber Friday, July 4, 2003   12:18 a.m.

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Ramblings.
A few quick things:

LAST DAY WITH THE RUGRATS! *bouncebouncebounce*

Danielle, your mention of The Beauty Myth reminded me that I read that in women's studies last year, loved it, and promptly loaned it to some asshole who never returned it. I can now go threaten her with death and retrieve my book, thank you.

If you are at all cynical of the phrase, "weapons of mass destruction," go here, and be sure to read all the way to the bottom.

It's been a full week since I've watched a single episode of M*A*S*H. I'm feeling deprived, even though they're airing the early episodes without Winchester, B.J., or Captain Potter. You know a show's good when it gets BETTER after an almost complete turnover of actors.

Anyway, it's Mom's birthday today. We're having dinner here and then going to see T3, of all things. She says she wants to, so...fine by me. Better than a chick flick, I'm definitely not in the mood for anything gooey that doesn't involve blood.

Morgan opened the Chamber Thursday, July 3, 2003   03:34 p.m.

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Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
I'm not a particularly frequent visitor to The Great Conjunction, but hearing tell of a layout war, I had to start checking in. Anyplace that sports David Bowie in a cravat has my stamp of approval.

You know you're both an anal-retentive intellectual snob and a perfectionist when you start doing historical research for fanfiction that takes place, for the most part, in a fictional place. I've been visiting the BBC historical archives quite a bit lately...God help me and/or the world. This story has all the earmarks of exploding into a sprawling thing with a mind of its own. I miss the days when my fiction averaged twenty pages or so. It was much more immediate gratification for all involved.

Tomorrow is the last day with the mini-thespians. I put make-up on them today...I was expecting a fight, but they absolutely loved it. The girls I was expecting to be little divas weren't even that bad--they wanted me to make them up "pretty", then put a big hairy wart on them. I like them so much more now.

Morgan opened the Chamber Wednesday, July 2, 2003   07:45 p.m.

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When the mind wanders, fandoms collide.
I'm trying very hard to picture the foot-injuring incident you've described, but so far I can only picture McGuyver lurking in the laundry room, waiting to attack you with an assortment of junk.

Dude, I haven't thought about McGuyver in years. I used to idolize that guy. He was a major part of my childhood, and the main reason Mom would find random shit stuck together with excessive amounts of Scotch tape, which I claimed was a bomb or a time machine or something equally bizarre.

Munchkins tomorrow...argh.

It appears I'm writing Gilgamesh backwards. I don't think I've ever done that...but it seems to be working. That's why I haven't posted more snippets of it...I have to wait until I get to a part that won't give away TOO much of the ending. Not that the ending will be a big shocker, anyway...the most surprising thing about this thing is that it shouldn't be too terribly depressing. I'm trying to avoid a Red Threads re-write...

Harry: Shit, I've been tied to Tom Riddle and we're stuck in the woods.
Tom: Aw, man! Looks like we'll have to work as a team to get out of this!
Folken: Excellent...things are going according to plan...
Harry: Who the hell are you?!

Heh...just got the mental image of Padfoot trying to devour Merle. I'm a twisted little bugger, aren't I?

Morgan opened the Chamber Monday, June 30, 2003   11:23 p.m.

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On the menu for today:
Cast party for Rainmaker.

Call from Beth. Yay.

E-mail Bob. I miss Bob.

Get very irritated while playing Pictionary because people take the damn thing too seriously...it's a board game, for Chrissake. This is why I love board games, but hate to play them with boards. I'll sit and read out the cards in Trivial Pursuit all day long, but something about thsoe damn little colored squares and timers that take the fun out of it all. That, and they go on too long.

I need to come up with my curriculum for Tuesday. I was planning on taking them up to the light booth, but...10-year-olds and light booths don't mix well.

Inner Tom: Maybe you can get him to stick his finger in a socket...

Dammit, there he goes again.

Morgan opened the Chamber Sunday, June 29, 2003   10:51 p.m.

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Note to self:
Don't give hyperactive 10-year-olds toy guns. It's just a bad idea.

Children: Whee! I shot you, ha ha ha!
Me: Grrr...children.
Inner Tom: You could eat them, you know. They taste like chicken.
Me: Don't tempt me.
Inner Tom: Borrow my basilisk?
Me: Oooooh.

Morgan opened the Chamber Friday, June 27, 2003   03:50 p.m.

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...and the obsession reaches new levels of geekiness.
Weird, how everyone's archiving and switching layouts at the same time. In any case, I give you the Diary of Tom Riddle layout...the layout that refused to cooperate coding-wise and forced me to get all fancy and consult Webmonkey. If something doesn't work on here or just looks funky, do let me know. I got into the zone writing this thing out, and I might have missed some coding bits while I stopped to speak in tongues or something.

Haven't had a self-portrait on here in a while, so I played around with a pic of me from Hamlet and tried to make it look a little old, like it might be tucked in the pages of the diary.

Anyway, I've been busy threatening to eat my campers in a light wine sauce, so I haven't had any creative juices whatsoever (take that as you will...all interpretations probably apply). I tried to tug some Gilgamesh out of my head, but Harry didn't want to cooperate. I've written a considerable amount in addition to what I posted, but it's mostly the ending, which I don't want to post until...well, the end. -_-;;

Morgan opened the Chamber Friday, June 27, 2003   01:15 a.m.

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