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Seriously, spring, where the (bleep) are you? I'm so very tired of being cold. Of course, once it gets hot out they'll crank up the AC in the office and I'll still be freezing, but at least I'll be able to sneak outside to warm up now and then.
Lunar eclipse last night was okay. I dunno, it just doesn't impress me all that much. Probably because I don't have a telescope. As it is, I think the mornings when the moon looks like a giant beach ball near the horizon are cooler.
Mythbusters/MacGuyver episode was disappointing, to be honest. They could have done a much better job, picked better myths. Whatever, Richard Dean Anderson is still way up my list. Yeah, that list. ;)
Have some questions to your answers! I'm still working on them, but I figured I'd post a few at a time so as not to overwhelm you... some of them are getting a little long.
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gelsey
A: Gummi bears
“It was a wild adventure, let me tell you. I’ve thought about writing it all down, you know, writing a book? Fiction, of course, because no one would believe me. I’m not even sure I believe me, some days. But I was there, I saw it happen.” She stared at the fire jumping playfully in the hearth. Outside the winter wind howled and buffeted the window panes.
The cat regarded her with its big brown eyes. The end of its tail twitched back and forth.
“But you believe me, right? I can count on you. I really was there, there really was a rebellion, we really did fight in an alternate universe. I know this. And at times it still seems so unreal. And part of me wants to go back there. In a lot of ways, being an undercover agent was a lot less complicated than college.” She grinned at the cat and scratched behind its ears. “Stranger things have happened, though probably not for stranger reasons. Did I ever tell you what this was all about?”
The cat opened its mouth as if to yawn, but instead said clearly…
Fromtjstein
A: A bathmat
“You have to have some sort of plan, I’m sorry,” Teri said reproachfully.
Michelle fingered the yarn wistfully. “But look at it! And it’s on sale!. How can I not buy it?”
“You can’t buy it unless you have a plan. Those are the rules, and you know it.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it or agree with it,” Michelle groused. She pouted at Teri.
“That face won’t work with me, young lady!” Teri said sternly. “Now, I’ll ask you again, what do you plan on making with it?”
Fromtarpo
A: In the back seat of the car
She snatched the vial out of his had. “I have been looking all over for this! I thought I’d lost it forever, and you know how hard it is to get high-quality eye of newt these day. All those environmentalists protesting that the eye farms are inhumane. ‘Just because it’s now grown on a plant doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel’, they say. I mean, we managed to genetically engineer a plant to grow only newt eyes as sort of flowers, and we can’t even use them? It’s not like it’s a living thing, well, any more than any plant, I mean, I know they are technically living things, but not, as far as we know, sentient living things. If they were we’d really be hosed, because what would we eat then? The funny thing about all these – okay, the two funny things, really – is that they’re not against the plants or the genetic engineering. Oh, no, they’re against picking the eyes! Just because they move doesn’t mean they think, people. A Venus Flytrap moves, I don’t see anyone saying that it’s alive. Er, sentient. You know what I mean. And they’re perfectly okay with us using them once they drop, but like any fruit it’s well past it’s ripeness by that stage, and old eye of newt is just practically useless. I know some people think you can just up the quantity when your stock isn’t potent, and that may work, but it’s near impossibly to calculate the right amount, and you know how that throws off recipes. Anyway, where did you find it?”
Fromcazrolime
A: Longer than a straw but not as long as a hosepipe.
“I don’t know, I guess it depends on a lot of things, really,” Cassandra said as she held out a hand for the scissors. “Depends on your preference, the time of day of the ceremony, how formal it is... It’s not like there’s some great cosmic rule book. About that, anyway.” The last was said with heaviness, and Janice looked at her quizzically.
“But there is about something… more important?” Janice asked with feigned casualness.
“Oh yes, yes indeed. I learned that the hard way.” Cassandra reached up and touched her still-bandaged head. She sighed, and began snipping away at the fabric once more. “Do you know about that?”
“I know that you had a near-death experience,” Janice said slowly. “But that’s all. I haven’t heard anything about it specifically.”
“Oh, please, I know you’ve heard something. The rumors are everywhere. Not that any of them have the full story. They’re just…” she broke off, then said nastily, “Bitches.”
Janice sat and regarded her quietly, still cutting the fabric along the pattern line. She finished that piece and had begun pinning another piece when Cassandra finally spoke again.
“So there I was, dead for all intents and purposes, and I see the fabled tunnel of light. Of course I am drawn towards it, and it’s blinding. Bright, but strangely cold. Once I get close enough I expect to feel the love and warmth that everyone talks about, see dead relatives, but no. I hear a cold voice say, ‘Sit down’ and a large hand shoves me down into a metal chair. The light is right in front of me, blinding me, and I realize… I realize there’s nothing welcoming about it. This is an inquisition. I’m being questioned.”
She broke off again, picking at the edge of her fabric. She sighed and set it down in her lap. Janice watched her closely out of the corner of her eye, but said nothing.
“Anyway,” Cassandra finally continued. “It was an interrogation. I don’t remember much of it, I admit it was a bit of a blur. But finally one of the voices said, ‘We have enough, book her.’ I mean, do they really say that? I thought that was just a cop-show phrase! So I get stuck in this holding cell until trial. I have no idea how long. They never brought me food, I never saw anyone, and yet it seemed a very, very long time. Finally they hauled me in front of a court. Like, a real court! With a judge, a jury, lawyers, the whole bit!”
She fell silent again, and picked up the fabric once again. She snipped at it half-heartedly for a moment before setting it down in her lap once more.
“You know what I was accused of?” She glanced up at Janice, who shook her head. “Slander. There was a guy there, his name was Jacob. Said he’s the real Jacob, and I’d been telling people I communicated with him and he never said any of those things. Didn’t appreciate his name being dragged through the mud by ‘an uppity immature girl seeking attention.’ Can you believe that? I told him he certainly wasn’t the one I’d talked to, and which point he nastily said ‘you’ve never talked to any spirit you dumb -’ well, you get the idea. Then the lawyers shushed us and the trial began.”
Janice finished pinning the piece of fabric and began cutting, nodding attentively but still not saying anything. The silence wore on for awhile, Janice calmly cutting out the pattern, Cassandra fidgeting in her seat, picking at the fabric but not really doing much.
“Do you think this trim, or this trim?” Janice asked softly, holding up two brightly colored hanks of beaded trim. Cassandra’s face immediately brightened.
“Oooooh, this one!” She snatched the iridescent blue one out of Janice’s hand. “It’s perfect for a wedding, you know, the blue part? And maybe even the new part, though the whole dress will be new, really. Will we get it done in time?”
“Of course, don’t worry,” Janice said soothingly.
Cassandra nodded. “Good. Anyway, where was I?”
“The trial,” Janice said.
“Right. The trial. I won’t bore you with all the details, there was a lot of legal and scientific mumbo-jumbo that I really don’t remember that well, and I’m not sure I even believe.”
“Scientific?” Janice asked. The word had popped out before she could stop it, but it didn’t slow Cassandra down.
“Oh yeah, all about names and true names. How even if two people have the same name, or rather, appear to have the same name, when you think it or say it there’s a unique pattern to it. And that’s how, they said, they knew it was this Jacob I was talking about, even though I told them it was most certainly not. ‘Ripples on the astral plane don’t lie’ my ass. Anyway, the trial dragged on, and they presented evidence, my lawyer was a complete numb-nuts and did next to nothing to defend me, and they found me guilty. So here I am.”
“What do you mean, here you are?” Janice asked softly.
“That was my punishment. They sentenced me to this place. I don’t know how it works, not really. I mean, they’re in the spirit world, how can they institutionalize me in the real world? I don’t know, there must be some connection. They have an in.” She chewed at her lip thoughtfully for a moment, then said abruptly, “I’m sorry, what was the question, Dr. Stanton?”
Janice looked at her patient over the small table. “How long do you think the veil should be?”
Lunar eclipse last night was okay. I dunno, it just doesn't impress me all that much. Probably because I don't have a telescope. As it is, I think the mornings when the moon looks like a giant beach ball near the horizon are cooler.
Mythbusters/MacGuyver episode was disappointing, to be honest. They could have done a much better job, picked better myths. Whatever, Richard Dean Anderson is still way up my list. Yeah, that list. ;)
Have some questions to your answers! I'm still working on them, but I figured I'd post a few at a time so as not to overwhelm you... some of them are getting a little long.
From
gelseyA: Gummi bears
“It was a wild adventure, let me tell you. I’ve thought about writing it all down, you know, writing a book? Fiction, of course, because no one would believe me. I’m not even sure I believe me, some days. But I was there, I saw it happen.” She stared at the fire jumping playfully in the hearth. Outside the winter wind howled and buffeted the window panes.
The cat regarded her with its big brown eyes. The end of its tail twitched back and forth.
“But you believe me, right? I can count on you. I really was there, there really was a rebellion, we really did fight in an alternate universe. I know this. And at times it still seems so unreal. And part of me wants to go back there. In a lot of ways, being an undercover agent was a lot less complicated than college.” She grinned at the cat and scratched behind its ears. “Stranger things have happened, though probably not for stranger reasons. Did I ever tell you what this was all about?”
The cat opened its mouth as if to yawn, but instead said clearly…
From
tjsteinA: A bathmat
“You have to have some sort of plan, I’m sorry,” Teri said reproachfully.
Michelle fingered the yarn wistfully. “But look at it! And it’s on sale!. How can I not buy it?”
“You can’t buy it unless you have a plan. Those are the rules, and you know it.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it or agree with it,” Michelle groused. She pouted at Teri.
“That face won’t work with me, young lady!” Teri said sternly. “Now, I’ll ask you again, what do you plan on making with it?”
From
tarpoA: In the back seat of the car
She snatched the vial out of his had. “I have been looking all over for this! I thought I’d lost it forever, and you know how hard it is to get high-quality eye of newt these day. All those environmentalists protesting that the eye farms are inhumane. ‘Just because it’s now grown on a plant doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel’, they say. I mean, we managed to genetically engineer a plant to grow only newt eyes as sort of flowers, and we can’t even use them? It’s not like it’s a living thing, well, any more than any plant, I mean, I know they are technically living things, but not, as far as we know, sentient living things. If they were we’d really be hosed, because what would we eat then? The funny thing about all these – okay, the two funny things, really – is that they’re not against the plants or the genetic engineering. Oh, no, they’re against picking the eyes! Just because they move doesn’t mean they think, people. A Venus Flytrap moves, I don’t see anyone saying that it’s alive. Er, sentient. You know what I mean. And they’re perfectly okay with us using them once they drop, but like any fruit it’s well past it’s ripeness by that stage, and old eye of newt is just practically useless. I know some people think you can just up the quantity when your stock isn’t potent, and that may work, but it’s near impossibly to calculate the right amount, and you know how that throws off recipes. Anyway, where did you find it?”
From
cazrolimeA: Longer than a straw but not as long as a hosepipe.
“I don’t know, I guess it depends on a lot of things, really,” Cassandra said as she held out a hand for the scissors. “Depends on your preference, the time of day of the ceremony, how formal it is... It’s not like there’s some great cosmic rule book. About that, anyway.” The last was said with heaviness, and Janice looked at her quizzically.
“But there is about something… more important?” Janice asked with feigned casualness.
“Oh yes, yes indeed. I learned that the hard way.” Cassandra reached up and touched her still-bandaged head. She sighed, and began snipping away at the fabric once more. “Do you know about that?”
“I know that you had a near-death experience,” Janice said slowly. “But that’s all. I haven’t heard anything about it specifically.”
“Oh, please, I know you’ve heard something. The rumors are everywhere. Not that any of them have the full story. They’re just…” she broke off, then said nastily, “Bitches.”
Janice sat and regarded her quietly, still cutting the fabric along the pattern line. She finished that piece and had begun pinning another piece when Cassandra finally spoke again.
“So there I was, dead for all intents and purposes, and I see the fabled tunnel of light. Of course I am drawn towards it, and it’s blinding. Bright, but strangely cold. Once I get close enough I expect to feel the love and warmth that everyone talks about, see dead relatives, but no. I hear a cold voice say, ‘Sit down’ and a large hand shoves me down into a metal chair. The light is right in front of me, blinding me, and I realize… I realize there’s nothing welcoming about it. This is an inquisition. I’m being questioned.”
She broke off again, picking at the edge of her fabric. She sighed and set it down in her lap. Janice watched her closely out of the corner of her eye, but said nothing.
“Anyway,” Cassandra finally continued. “It was an interrogation. I don’t remember much of it, I admit it was a bit of a blur. But finally one of the voices said, ‘We have enough, book her.’ I mean, do they really say that? I thought that was just a cop-show phrase! So I get stuck in this holding cell until trial. I have no idea how long. They never brought me food, I never saw anyone, and yet it seemed a very, very long time. Finally they hauled me in front of a court. Like, a real court! With a judge, a jury, lawyers, the whole bit!”
She fell silent again, and picked up the fabric once again. She snipped at it half-heartedly for a moment before setting it down in her lap once more.
“You know what I was accused of?” She glanced up at Janice, who shook her head. “Slander. There was a guy there, his name was Jacob. Said he’s the real Jacob, and I’d been telling people I communicated with him and he never said any of those things. Didn’t appreciate his name being dragged through the mud by ‘an uppity immature girl seeking attention.’ Can you believe that? I told him he certainly wasn’t the one I’d talked to, and which point he nastily said ‘you’ve never talked to any spirit you dumb -’ well, you get the idea. Then the lawyers shushed us and the trial began.”
Janice finished pinning the piece of fabric and began cutting, nodding attentively but still not saying anything. The silence wore on for awhile, Janice calmly cutting out the pattern, Cassandra fidgeting in her seat, picking at the fabric but not really doing much.
“Do you think this trim, or this trim?” Janice asked softly, holding up two brightly colored hanks of beaded trim. Cassandra’s face immediately brightened.
“Oooooh, this one!” She snatched the iridescent blue one out of Janice’s hand. “It’s perfect for a wedding, you know, the blue part? And maybe even the new part, though the whole dress will be new, really. Will we get it done in time?”
“Of course, don’t worry,” Janice said soothingly.
Cassandra nodded. “Good. Anyway, where was I?”
“The trial,” Janice said.
“Right. The trial. I won’t bore you with all the details, there was a lot of legal and scientific mumbo-jumbo that I really don’t remember that well, and I’m not sure I even believe.”
“Scientific?” Janice asked. The word had popped out before she could stop it, but it didn’t slow Cassandra down.
“Oh yeah, all about names and true names. How even if two people have the same name, or rather, appear to have the same name, when you think it or say it there’s a unique pattern to it. And that’s how, they said, they knew it was this Jacob I was talking about, even though I told them it was most certainly not. ‘Ripples on the astral plane don’t lie’ my ass. Anyway, the trial dragged on, and they presented evidence, my lawyer was a complete numb-nuts and did next to nothing to defend me, and they found me guilty. So here I am.”
“What do you mean, here you are?” Janice asked softly.
“That was my punishment. They sentenced me to this place. I don’t know how it works, not really. I mean, they’re in the spirit world, how can they institutionalize me in the real world? I don’t know, there must be some connection. They have an in.” She chewed at her lip thoughtfully for a moment, then said abruptly, “I’m sorry, what was the question, Dr. Stanton?”
Janice looked at her patient over the small table. “How long do you think the veil should be?”
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My question was actually what did I sew yesterday morning? I took pics and they'll be up...someday.
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basic_icontest
Sorry for this inconvenience.
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No, I won't disqualify or ban you or anything, mistakes happen, and I serious doubt it will effect anything. If you hadn't told me I wouldn't have known, so I applaud you for your honesty and hope you keep submitting icons in future contest!
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