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Morning wood, gotta deal with that. Then spank my ass and call me Orlando!

This better happen in winter so I can write my name in the snow.
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Benjamin Lafayette Sisko. The man is half-deity, shouldn't that clinch it? I mean, having to go serve as the Emissary to the Prophets is the ONLY way I could give him a pass on leaving his pregnant second wife behind. Poor Kasidy, at least Jake is there to help look out for her.

It also helps that I could listen to Avery Brooks reading the phone book -- although that also holds true for Patrick Stewart.
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I read so many books. At least a hundred a year. But the last one I could consider great was American Gods by Neil Gaiman, some years ago. Finishing it felt like...completing a really wonderful meal in perfect ambiance, surrounded by friends.

Some people say a good story will leave you wanting more. I disagree. The best stories tell you everything you want to know, in just the right way.
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Who made you?
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Who is the retarded gerbil writing these prompts?
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This is pretty insulting, invasive, and triggery to systems that actually have been diagnosed with DID. Fuck whoever approved this writer's block.
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Ian Fleming.




What, you thought I was gonna say George Lazenby, didn't you?
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There is no I in team.
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That they don't exist.
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Nope.

Borders are fluid. You could be a citizen of one. Look at NA tribes for example; many are considered by both their citizenry and others to be nations unto themselves (the Abenaki Nation is my prime example, due to my Homer St. Francis idolation). But even people living within the borders of Abenaki are completely ignorant of it, or deny it. The same goes for any border dispute, acrimonious or not. Hell, look at Palestine and Israel. Each side claims that their imaginary sky fairy gave them the same shitty chunk of desert. The idea that maybe their gods are one and the same (which being Abrahamic in nature they anthropologically are), and wanted them to I dunno, coexist and make shit prosper TOGETHER, never enters the equation. I am neither pro-Israel or pro-Palestine, I just want them to share their fucking toys and shut up.

Time to bust out the Woody Guthrie.
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Clean water for everyone.
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'cillins, cashews and brazil nuts, hypocrisy, spray-on tans, and Ativan. Well, not allergic to Ativan, but both times I've had it I have become violently cranky and barking. This was really fun the last time I was in the ER for fluids. "Wow, you should be flying high right now." "WHAT THE FUCK FOR WHY? ISNT THIS JUST FUCKING SALINE AND HEPARIN?" "No, we gave you ativan." "WELL FUCK YOU, NEXT TIME ASK FIRST. GET ME SOME FUCKING XANAX."

And keep the nonoxynol-9 out of my cooch.
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Sleep.

What? Then I get an extra nonsleeping hour later to do stuff.
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I like the hills. I like the Sound. I like the sassafrass trees. I like the local brick-oven place. I like our family doctor. I like the people on the next street who have chickens. I like the local dairy. I like walking the dog at night in winter when everything is brisk and silent and clear.

I want better (read: ANY) public transportation, for WATC and DFATS and Wilson and Ruby's neglectful owners to go away, I want the sudden snail population explosion to stop climbing up my kitchen door, I want every gas-powered leaf blower on the planet to suddenly vanish, I want a landscaper that shows up when I make an appointment, I want Sonic and Krispy Kreme and a Korean place would be nice too (I watch the Great Food Truck Race and every time they show the Korilla truck I start drooling all over--and no, I don't think they cheated, it was very weird). And a closer Trader Joe's and a nice used bookstore that smells of sunny dust and has pleasantly sanguine cats lolling in the window.
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The Biggest Winner. I would get a team of starving refugees from [insert trendy poverty-stricken country here] and a team of deluded twits from the "pro-ana/mia" LJ communities and make them have to out-gain each other. It would be sponsored by IHOP, Denny's, Krispy Kreme, and Shake Shack.

I would be the fabulous host. Bob Mackie will clothe me.

If the refugees win, they get to evict the "thinspired" team from their homes and live there and be granted political asylum and food stamps.

If the pro-ED girls win, they get a box of donuts, a bottle of ipecac, and the Carpenter's Greatest Hits. Oh, and they wouldn't get thrown into the feral pig pit a la Hannibal. Did I mention the feral pig pit? Because it would be right outside their barracks.

There would be therapists available but they would all be drag queens and there would also be a quartet of drag queens that would carry me around on a litter. Many many drag queens. I would have a midget drag queen sidekick and there would be thinly veiled Chelsea Handler snark.

Or I could just call it The Real Hunger Games.

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'39, because it's fucking brilliant. Who writes tragic folk ballads about the theory of relativity? Brian-fucking-May, that's who. And it works.



Some people say its based on a Heinlein tale but I disagree. The Heinlein had a happy ending.
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He showed me how to put the Evil Eye on whoever the Mets were playing against. "But don't do it too much or it wears out."

And he showed me how to vote.
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[livejournal.com profile] puckgoodfellow, because we can't spend five minutes together without GUFFAWING. When we meet up, there is no such thing as an INSIDE VOICE.

He introduced me to a friend of his from work, who had been hearing crazy stories about our capers for years. I told her "no matter how insane the situation sounds, IT IS ALL TRUE. We got up to shenanigans that stretch all limits of credibility."

Seriously, if I related some of the scenarios we found ourselves in, this would read like the most far-out farcical comedy that even Ben Stiller wouldn't star in.
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sunblock, sunblock, sunblock, aloe, and a burkha.
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George Jetson's car that turns into a briefcase.

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