teh soapbox... it returns...
And a wonderful piece of a conversation revolving around my thesis:
neko_gwyn: sirens were the ones that called men to their deaths from an island right? thus, mermaids
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alienstars2004: Sirens are awesome.
Something... very... unsettling happened today.
I think I'm going to go ahead and not be specific until it gets worked out. I'm just... not sure exactly what I think, anymore, though I've talked (babbled, I'm sure) a lot about it, and I know what I should do, know what I need to do, and I firmly believe that I'm doing, and going to do, the right thing.
Even if I was so damn tired and flustered that I don't even remember over half of what actually went on at the time, or what was said, or what I said, or what I did, it doesn't matter. I'm going to tell the truth to the best of my ability. That's the right thing to do. That was never the issue, really. I was just, well, I still kind of am, afraid of what consequences will end up happening.
(I'm in no mortal danger, here, though this is serious. It's more of an honesty thing, rather than anything else. In fact that's really all it is, at the root of it. And I consider myself an honest person.)
Even if I was just reacting, even if I did what I could do at the time, in the situation, I'm still a bit freaked about what might happen. When it comes down to word against word, while I know who will side with who, even the glimmer of possibility of that being different scares the living hell out of me, honestly it does.
Rightfully so, I'm sure, but still. Not a happy feeling.
I did manage to quell a lot of it with large quantities of homemade chocolate chip cookie dough (both before and after the chocolate chips were added... I still maintain that the dough is best pre-chips.) And then a final, baked result of my efforts, and the last of our 72 oz. chocolate chip bag.
Never fear, we just got a replacement of equal size at Costco today. There will be chocolate aplenty for us... which damn do we all need it, now.
I'm frustrated as hell, but I'm kinda trying to ignore it, as much as possible. It's not constructive and there's really no use moaning and bitching about the past and what we can't change. Though I do find myself doing it a lot. I'm only holding on to the bitter end simply because if I don't, to some extent, it will all just end up bottled up inside and then there will be a heinous explosion and it will not be pretty. There will be carnage everywhere.
But I actually started writing today! I've got about three pages, of one of the sections: The Medusa Myth. I feel that I need to take at least a little time to establish the myth itself, or rather, which version I'm relying on most heavily, as there are so many others, the reader does need to be on the same page as me.
And it has an official title! :
Dangerous Beauties: Snake-Women in Keat's Lamia, Coleridge's Christobel, and Shelley's "Medusa"
And then for teh fluffies!
teh fluffies- let me show you them.
Teh Navy-pets... they really are kind of like potato chips: you can't have just one!
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Fuffles!!!