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yamamanamaswollen with dreams - in which Gallop and Penelope eat pine needles and I find out the language in a Delerium song is Salishan and not Japanese, despite what people who claim to speak Japanese think and somebody has the best dream ever.
10,000 Clamps - in which I misread a song title and a t-shirt and realize winter will go on for so much longer, post a best of 2011 mix.
facing formlessness - in which I have more burning questions than things to talk about and think shitty harry potter fanfiction is the price we have to pay for free speech but sopa will not be used to suppress the blogosphere.
lost snow - in which I am bothered by january warmth and Lauren tells a story about beans.
fishy dreams and other reasons to delay my season of the red wolf ranting - in which Lauren nails a bracelet to the ceiling at the Wildlife Center and we discuss bad movies and I dream of a flooded world where everyone lives in floating villages and have dairy goats and I transform into a fish and the powers that be are keeping the technology level artificially low.
white magick's embrace - in which Lauren suggests books, I reminisce about Bruce Coville and the writer of a story says she was never able to trust moonlight.
Italians: Putting the fun in funeral since 1861. - in which Samantha wonders who vacuums funeral homes, Emily theorizes that nobody actually likes Nickelback, Lauren mixes frosting, Carolyn suggests taking glitched-out and defocused pictures of the Simpsons and give them parodic names, a wake is held, and we wake.
songs, ideas I forgot - in which I post an entry in the wrong order, comb over song lists and admit my taste in music wasn't so great when I was in high school, and don't post an explanation for just why I was listening to Nickelback.
star-crossed - in which Lauren finishes her stint at the wildlife center and I lament fate and my inability to show her the Fast Supper, which I post and demand that people listen to the communist Romanian anthem.
celebration for the grey days - in which breitbart dies and my coworker stumbles upon a secret cabal of flying squirrel smugglers, my dreams tell me to play Baten Kaitos.
clearblueskies - in which a golden pheasant escapes and ends up at the wildlife center and I wake up thinking that Lauren is trying to communicate with me via dreams because my mind was still adjusting from dream-logic to real world logic.
At Winter's End - in which it is warm so I expect babies but instead get dreams about shoegaze bands that don't exist.
the new springtime - in which there are not babies but I get a good shot of Falco, Penelope's eye, and the bracelet Lauren nailed to the ceiling.
Another Winter - in which there are babies and indonesian compilations.
all art has been contemporary - in which my cousin and I go to the MFA and check out contemporary art and Buddhist postmodernism despite all attempts by the International Robot Conspiracy.
negative swell - in which there are baby pictures and chair races.
mathematics of wonton burrito meals - in which Gallop and Penelope sleep and piss on an american flag towel, a member of stormfront kills people, and I consciously write a character like Rachel Corrie after being told one of my characters is like her.
approach me, and find me this way - in which it is warm and I lure Bling out with dandelion leaves because he's too heavy for me to lift.
glow and beginning - in which I post song lyrics and buy some books.
faint sights through shielded sunlight - in which tortoises duel and a parakeet squawks at some bunnies.
involuntary impromptu - in which I post animal pictures.
Paris Hilton vs. Mega Man - in which google does a poor job filtering out search results and the spambots baffle me and I find a disemboweled mouse.
Press Button, Receive Bacon - in which that is a thing and I post animal pictures and listen to a rabbit's heartbeat.
...just one more thing - in which I am amazed to find post-rock in a place as horrid as Sri Lanka, wonder what one group of Asian countries have in common that another group don't.
the wonder show of the universe - in which I post chalk nebulas and quotes salvaged from Miyomi's journal.
Good news, everybody! - in which I play Afterlife and bitch about how overcomplicated it is and how poorly explained everything is, I play Apples to Apples, Emily plays Candyland, IUMA comes back, it rains.
So Shrill, the Cry. - in which raccoons in the past climb up and run around in the air vents, turn on the sink and splash around, and are named Bert and Lisa three years before the Simpsons aired.
they fight and bite and fight and bite and fight - in which raccoons sleep in the sink and fight.
freedom from fear - in which the sky flips me off and the raccoons pose for pictures.
The moon's serene caress reveals a truth that no unknowing eye might see. - in which raccoons try to approach humans and grab their clothes and get dustpans waved in their face and I buy Aurorarama and Deathless
Perhaps no life at all began on this planet but it drifted here through the depths of space. - in which Vox Day likes Muse and I list songs I like and go to the Gardner museum because it's my fucking birthday and come home wanting to listen to Sephardic music because of an excessive amount of Aion and Portals of Grace.
verdant praise - in which baby birds are found.
dear diary: today a monster stole my muffin - in which a woman wears a t-shirt with that, I learn that Copland wrote choral music and campaigns songs, and I muse about what centaur angels listen to. Not Copland, probably. Something otherworldly and unmelodic.
allegory of immortality - in which the cicadas emerge, somebody brings a pet pig to be neutered, the raccoons get popsicles, I almost brain my damage moving a cabinet and Bianca almost pees herself.
the sugar festival - in which a door to misfortune in Timbuktu is opened and it rains so hard fish fall from the sky in Boston, and I listen to the stuff from the cancelled concert on Youtube instead, but I encounter Matt on the Red Line.
lumina real - in which a compilation is released, I post a quote about libertarians, harry makes an owl out of fruit.
TMA-1 - in which I post facts about sea invertebrates, a girl says we need a tardis but I think we'll do fine with a toaster, the Syrian revolution is stalled by the west's deep-seated fear of all things Muslim, and there is a noise at Park Street.
correlation states - in which Burma decides to take Israeli repression to insane fucking excess, Aff draws something terrible and jerks the gherkin to some elves, and I facepalm while looking up environmentalist themes in Final Fantasy.
eternity unpromised - in which I talk about the kefahuchi tract being a metaphor, meet an artist named Mandy and an aspiring scriptwriter name Allie and they tell me to never stop meeting art, Reshna tells me stories about raccoons, it rains, and I dream of environmentally degraded fairylands.
A Toothy Grin - in which I am overwhelmed with a lack of burning questions and titles, go to the MFA, and the Wildlife Center releases an opossum.
brilliant as the sun, wondrous as all creation - in which I forget the title I wanted, listen to opera, and talk about Kim Stanley Robinson.
I turn my back: there is a world elsewhere - in which I am out late to see Coriolanus, meet a woman who has cat playing cards who made snarky commentary about Ro Sham Beaux, and a woman who plays the fiddle
sunloop - in which I talk about Samuel Delany and Bulgarian vocal music.
Eternity through the stars - in which I discuss Klimt and animals and logarithmic spirals and artwork with some people who have been to the Wildlife Center, discuss seagulls with a woman with a William Blake tattoo, hate on Shania Twain, and meet a woman who had a chair made of old computer parts and a bunch of cats.
circumvolutions - in which I apologize to John Crowley for thinking of Rush Limbaugh, meet a man in an awesome and bewildering outfit, find a list of books and get pissed at the guy for being a shitty person with a copy of Yaleen and point out that I have awesome books he's never even heard of.
the rose show on the moon - in which I want to use a Signs of Life reference for the title but Amazon sucks and wants to promote the grillions of crappy "indie" novels they published and I suspect they're losing money on the legit novels, I meet an artist with green hair and take pictures and talk about fish and national geographic in the 70s and eviscerated mice and alien music and bad movies, and the raccoons help sweep their room.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve; lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. - in which a woman plays acoustic guitar and I get a brief glimpse of her and wish I knew her name, meet a woman who likes chipmunks and thought we cooked and ate the animals we took in, meet a woman with rollerskates, see excerpts from Shakespeare plays and music inspired by Shakespeare.
the color of the summer sky - In which I take pictures of a red rainbow.
triceratops summer - in which I try to restore emotional equilibrium by watching the Room with closed-captioning, rage about a Christmas episode of the Simpsons in September, and post bad art.
palely loitering - in which someone on Talking Time plays Mega Man 4 on a dirty cartridge, a raccoon tries to reach the trash can, I discuss chinchillas and lagomorphs and blobfish, and rage on Fox.
summertime was nearly over - in which it is obvious that summer is ending and Sam teaches us that there are McDonalds in South Africa.
tea and guinea pigs - in which I learn that hawk shit smells terrible and ducks smell fishy and we name a guinea pig.
no enemy but time - In which a bunch of squirrels escape, an intern floods a room with Stations of the Tide level of water, and I dread asking Xpander how to contact Adara
the summer sweet, the winter wild - in which I post new Blue Skies and Paign songs and bird photographs I found on Wikipedia.
bats: the big bug scourge of the skies - in which I take pictures of bats, find pictures of things riding on the T, and praise Fairyland
abuse of power comes at no surprise - in which I post every little bit of praise I get as a middle finger to Drow, watch an owl get released into the woods, carve pumpkins, dream, and then walk a path of 500 pumpkins.
Onslaught - in which I play Majora's Mask while Sandee wreaks havoc, I wonder how it's possible to beat the game in one cycle, I suck at Honey and Darling's minigames but am awesome at Goron Racing, and buy several books, including one people bonded together over during a funeral.
tomorrow is a million years - In which I gripe about election ads and anticipate the election, meet an artist, watch a guinea pig get neutered, blow several interns' minds, and wish there was a story about a man who finds a copy of a TV guide from an alternate universe.
the killing fields - in which I think other titles are better, offer to give Jerusalem to the evangelicals, Penelope terrorizes the town of Weymouth, and City-Data shatters my psyche.
ghost-coloured - in which I post halloween decorations.
edge gliding - in which Penelope and Gallop make it hard to give them water, Christina spills water because I moved the faucet, we look at a surf scoter, and Christina learns of Anthony's sugar high.
information flow - in which I learn that interfamilial hybrids are rare but possible and involve domestic chickens most of the time, Vox Day releases a novel that I refuse to read, more movies need zombie dinosaurs, and Falco gets loose.
Cuckoo, Jug-jug, Pu-we, To-witta-wo! - in which I am unable to call an entry tyrannicide, Alyssa puts pool in the goose thing, and Dan Simmons has never heard of Fairyland.
only the end of the world again - in which Christina fails to make coffee properly but ends up with coffee-flavored hot chocolate and somebody makes a gif of the bear in the cart.
snapshots from the spambot plague - in which I post a story by a spambot, hate on bad renditions and want to read a book because Michael Z. Williamson hated it.
10,000 Clamps - in which I misread a song title and a t-shirt and realize winter will go on for so much longer, post a best of 2011 mix.
facing formlessness - in which I have more burning questions than things to talk about and think shitty harry potter fanfiction is the price we have to pay for free speech but sopa will not be used to suppress the blogosphere.
lost snow - in which I am bothered by january warmth and Lauren tells a story about beans.
fishy dreams and other reasons to delay my season of the red wolf ranting - in which Lauren nails a bracelet to the ceiling at the Wildlife Center and we discuss bad movies and I dream of a flooded world where everyone lives in floating villages and have dairy goats and I transform into a fish and the powers that be are keeping the technology level artificially low.
white magick's embrace - in which Lauren suggests books, I reminisce about Bruce Coville and the writer of a story says she was never able to trust moonlight.
Italians: Putting the fun in funeral since 1861. - in which Samantha wonders who vacuums funeral homes, Emily theorizes that nobody actually likes Nickelback, Lauren mixes frosting, Carolyn suggests taking glitched-out and defocused pictures of the Simpsons and give them parodic names, a wake is held, and we wake.
songs, ideas I forgot - in which I post an entry in the wrong order, comb over song lists and admit my taste in music wasn't so great when I was in high school, and don't post an explanation for just why I was listening to Nickelback.
star-crossed - in which Lauren finishes her stint at the wildlife center and I lament fate and my inability to show her the Fast Supper, which I post and demand that people listen to the communist Romanian anthem.
celebration for the grey days - in which breitbart dies and my coworker stumbles upon a secret cabal of flying squirrel smugglers, my dreams tell me to play Baten Kaitos.
clearblueskies - in which a golden pheasant escapes and ends up at the wildlife center and I wake up thinking that Lauren is trying to communicate with me via dreams because my mind was still adjusting from dream-logic to real world logic.
At Winter's End - in which it is warm so I expect babies but instead get dreams about shoegaze bands that don't exist.
the new springtime - in which there are not babies but I get a good shot of Falco, Penelope's eye, and the bracelet Lauren nailed to the ceiling.
Another Winter - in which there are babies and indonesian compilations.
all art has been contemporary - in which my cousin and I go to the MFA and check out contemporary art and Buddhist postmodernism despite all attempts by the International Robot Conspiracy.
negative swell - in which there are baby pictures and chair races.
mathematics of wonton burrito meals - in which Gallop and Penelope sleep and piss on an american flag towel, a member of stormfront kills people, and I consciously write a character like Rachel Corrie after being told one of my characters is like her.
approach me, and find me this way - in which it is warm and I lure Bling out with dandelion leaves because he's too heavy for me to lift.
glow and beginning - in which I post song lyrics and buy some books.
faint sights through shielded sunlight - in which tortoises duel and a parakeet squawks at some bunnies.
involuntary impromptu - in which I post animal pictures.
Paris Hilton vs. Mega Man - in which google does a poor job filtering out search results and the spambots baffle me and I find a disemboweled mouse.
Press Button, Receive Bacon - in which that is a thing and I post animal pictures and listen to a rabbit's heartbeat.
...just one more thing - in which I am amazed to find post-rock in a place as horrid as Sri Lanka, wonder what one group of Asian countries have in common that another group don't.
the wonder show of the universe - in which I post chalk nebulas and quotes salvaged from Miyomi's journal.
Good news, everybody! - in which I play Afterlife and bitch about how overcomplicated it is and how poorly explained everything is, I play Apples to Apples, Emily plays Candyland, IUMA comes back, it rains.
So Shrill, the Cry. - in which raccoons in the past climb up and run around in the air vents, turn on the sink and splash around, and are named Bert and Lisa three years before the Simpsons aired.
they fight and bite and fight and bite and fight - in which raccoons sleep in the sink and fight.
freedom from fear - in which the sky flips me off and the raccoons pose for pictures.
The moon's serene caress reveals a truth that no unknowing eye might see. - in which raccoons try to approach humans and grab their clothes and get dustpans waved in their face and I buy Aurorarama and Deathless
Perhaps no life at all began on this planet but it drifted here through the depths of space. - in which Vox Day likes Muse and I list songs I like and go to the Gardner museum because it's my fucking birthday and come home wanting to listen to Sephardic music because of an excessive amount of Aion and Portals of Grace.
verdant praise - in which baby birds are found.
dear diary: today a monster stole my muffin - in which a woman wears a t-shirt with that, I learn that Copland wrote choral music and campaigns songs, and I muse about what centaur angels listen to. Not Copland, probably. Something otherworldly and unmelodic.
allegory of immortality - in which the cicadas emerge, somebody brings a pet pig to be neutered, the raccoons get popsicles, I almost brain my damage moving a cabinet and Bianca almost pees herself.
the sugar festival - in which a door to misfortune in Timbuktu is opened and it rains so hard fish fall from the sky in Boston, and I listen to the stuff from the cancelled concert on Youtube instead, but I encounter Matt on the Red Line.
lumina real - in which a compilation is released, I post a quote about libertarians, harry makes an owl out of fruit.
TMA-1 - in which I post facts about sea invertebrates, a girl says we need a tardis but I think we'll do fine with a toaster, the Syrian revolution is stalled by the west's deep-seated fear of all things Muslim, and there is a noise at Park Street.
correlation states - in which Burma decides to take Israeli repression to insane fucking excess, Aff draws something terrible and jerks the gherkin to some elves, and I facepalm while looking up environmentalist themes in Final Fantasy.
eternity unpromised - in which I talk about the kefahuchi tract being a metaphor, meet an artist named Mandy and an aspiring scriptwriter name Allie and they tell me to never stop meeting art, Reshna tells me stories about raccoons, it rains, and I dream of environmentally degraded fairylands.
A Toothy Grin - in which I am overwhelmed with a lack of burning questions and titles, go to the MFA, and the Wildlife Center releases an opossum.
brilliant as the sun, wondrous as all creation - in which I forget the title I wanted, listen to opera, and talk about Kim Stanley Robinson.
I turn my back: there is a world elsewhere - in which I am out late to see Coriolanus, meet a woman who has cat playing cards who made snarky commentary about Ro Sham Beaux, and a woman who plays the fiddle
sunloop - in which I talk about Samuel Delany and Bulgarian vocal music.
Eternity through the stars - in which I discuss Klimt and animals and logarithmic spirals and artwork with some people who have been to the Wildlife Center, discuss seagulls with a woman with a William Blake tattoo, hate on Shania Twain, and meet a woman who had a chair made of old computer parts and a bunch of cats.
circumvolutions - in which I apologize to John Crowley for thinking of Rush Limbaugh, meet a man in an awesome and bewildering outfit, find a list of books and get pissed at the guy for being a shitty person with a copy of Yaleen and point out that I have awesome books he's never even heard of.
the rose show on the moon - in which I want to use a Signs of Life reference for the title but Amazon sucks and wants to promote the grillions of crappy "indie" novels they published and I suspect they're losing money on the legit novels, I meet an artist with green hair and take pictures and talk about fish and national geographic in the 70s and eviscerated mice and alien music and bad movies, and the raccoons help sweep their room.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve; lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. - in which a woman plays acoustic guitar and I get a brief glimpse of her and wish I knew her name, meet a woman who likes chipmunks and thought we cooked and ate the animals we took in, meet a woman with rollerskates, see excerpts from Shakespeare plays and music inspired by Shakespeare.
the color of the summer sky - In which I take pictures of a red rainbow.
triceratops summer - in which I try to restore emotional equilibrium by watching the Room with closed-captioning, rage about a Christmas episode of the Simpsons in September, and post bad art.
palely loitering - in which someone on Talking Time plays Mega Man 4 on a dirty cartridge, a raccoon tries to reach the trash can, I discuss chinchillas and lagomorphs and blobfish, and rage on Fox.
summertime was nearly over - in which it is obvious that summer is ending and Sam teaches us that there are McDonalds in South Africa.
tea and guinea pigs - in which I learn that hawk shit smells terrible and ducks smell fishy and we name a guinea pig.
no enemy but time - In which a bunch of squirrels escape, an intern floods a room with Stations of the Tide level of water, and I dread asking Xpander how to contact Adara
the summer sweet, the winter wild - in which I post new Blue Skies and Paign songs and bird photographs I found on Wikipedia.
bats: the big bug scourge of the skies - in which I take pictures of bats, find pictures of things riding on the T, and praise Fairyland
abuse of power comes at no surprise - in which I post every little bit of praise I get as a middle finger to Drow, watch an owl get released into the woods, carve pumpkins, dream, and then walk a path of 500 pumpkins.
Onslaught - in which I play Majora's Mask while Sandee wreaks havoc, I wonder how it's possible to beat the game in one cycle, I suck at Honey and Darling's minigames but am awesome at Goron Racing, and buy several books, including one people bonded together over during a funeral.
tomorrow is a million years - In which I gripe about election ads and anticipate the election, meet an artist, watch a guinea pig get neutered, blow several interns' minds, and wish there was a story about a man who finds a copy of a TV guide from an alternate universe.
the killing fields - in which I think other titles are better, offer to give Jerusalem to the evangelicals, Penelope terrorizes the town of Weymouth, and City-Data shatters my psyche.
ghost-coloured - in which I post halloween decorations.
edge gliding - in which Penelope and Gallop make it hard to give them water, Christina spills water because I moved the faucet, we look at a surf scoter, and Christina learns of Anthony's sugar high.
information flow - in which I learn that interfamilial hybrids are rare but possible and involve domestic chickens most of the time, Vox Day releases a novel that I refuse to read, more movies need zombie dinosaurs, and Falco gets loose.
Cuckoo, Jug-jug, Pu-we, To-witta-wo! - in which I am unable to call an entry tyrannicide, Alyssa puts pool in the goose thing, and Dan Simmons has never heard of Fairyland.
only the end of the world again - in which Christina fails to make coffee properly but ends up with coffee-flavored hot chocolate and somebody makes a gif of the bear in the cart.
snapshots from the spambot plague - in which I post a story by a spambot, hate on bad renditions and want to read a book because Michael Z. Williamson hated it.
