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Nodnol countdown: 4 days
No Longer A Pedophile Countdown: 162 days

Conversation with Zarya:

Me: Also: Lance Bass. AJ McLean. Karaoke. 'Wild Thing'. WHY IS THAT SO HOT?
Z: ...
Z: *watches little pieces o' brain float around*
Me: YES! EXACTLY!
Z: Gah! That's so WRONG and so BAD and so FUCKING HOT! AAARRGH!

And that's my image o' the day. =)

Speaking of, what's with the Attack Of The Pictures? Nirvana-snogging here, punkslash there, and Lucy's doing photocards (yay!) again. I'm dying of the squee here, people!

Ahahahaha:

Me: I hate work. *grmf*
Z: Gah. >_< Indeed.
Z: *petpet* At least you've got stuff to look forward to this weekend, though, right?
Me: Right! Although I need to clean my flat, finish a story, and ideally get in some laundry before Friday morning.
Me: Also, I shall be DEAD!
Z: <g> Dead could be a plus at Slimelight, though, correct?

But, yeah, with the dead. I'll be up from five AM Saturday morning, be driven to Charleroi, fly to Stansted, take the train to London proper, meet up with Sae and then Zed, go shopping and shtoof, then change for Slimelight and get my 11:40 flight home, and then take the train home from Charleroi to Antwerp, so it's likely to be mid-afternoon by the time I'm in bed. I'm just hopin' I'll be up by seven the next morning.

And the weekend after that is Chat-In, Third Edition, and thank fuck for Easter Monday, cause dude. And I'm just hoping my parents won't expect me to come over for Easter on Sunday, cause yeah.

I want to start singing again. Like, really training. The problem is that I need an actual singing coach to really get better, but I don't want the whole exam thing. I quit because I was tired of never singing for fun anymore; it was all about making sure I knew what I had to know by exam time. And of course the exams were in front of a public, so I only ever just barely passed, and time and time again they said "But I know you can do so much better than that!" and time and time again I tried to explain that you just don't put me in front of an audience, because I'll freeze, and tense up, and that'll fuck up my voice. So I quit. And to this day, I miss the singing, but I don't regret quitting before it killed my love completely.

Meh. :/

And Yet Even More Sin Talk

The thing about angst, and plot, and a main character who has an Evil Sheme, is that eventually, one has to figure out said Evil Sheme oneself. And that, boys and girls, is where I run into trouble.

Because, yeah, Justin has a Plan, and I can't seem to figure out the details of said plan, which I really need to do, because Em (and Fred) and Lars and James all play a part in it, and it's somewhat pivotal to the whole plot, to this story, and therefore to the conclusion of the whole bloody (and bloody it is) series!

*exit author, stage left, muttering about guns, knives, and conspiracies*

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This is still one of the best esays I've ever read.

In any event, the entire of idea of 'girl games' is somewhat suspect. Rather than teaching girls to be considerate (aka 'submissive') and cooperative (aka wimps) and to think about feelings (instead of facts), why not raise them to achieve dominance and success in the real world? As long as girls are raised to 'think about others' and seek 'compromise', they will find themselves, as women, losing out in academics and employment to men who know to take all they can get,and then demand more. Compromise is fine when victory is impossible, but as long as you can have it all, why settle for half? Is it a good thing to teach girls how to be submissive?

It's Tool Time!

Glorious Leader Melle orders you all to at least go read this memo from the Comittee For Pissing Off Carson Daly. That's an order, soldier! Don't make me come over there.

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Ramon just walked by carrying a monitor.

o_O

Welcome to my job. (Yesterday I got to tell Carole she owed me her soul. Muahahahaha!)