Life is like fried rice: take the leftovers from yesterday (that are still good, careful), combine with some fresh things from today, and stir over heat until delicious. Enjoy!

Comment with "Come at me, bro!" Um, or whatever you feel like saying.
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

Questions from ladymercury-10:

( Q&A under the cut... )

This is courtesy of my brainy, geeky boyfriend Dan. We were talking about movies (Tron 2.0, probably), and suddenly he burst out with this fantastic metaphor ( Read more... )

Remember the bit in the book of Matthew when Jesus comes walking across the water to the disciple's boat? ( In case you don't, here you go: Matthew 14:25-31 )

Stolen from kerravonsen, kalquessa, and others:

Fannish friends! Languishing in your archive are posts of great justice and loveliness - meta, fic, icons, random babblings that you suspect may have been written by the LJ fairy while you were sleeping. Some of your current flist may never have seen them. Some might be horribly embarrassing to you now. But don't be shy ( Read more... )

(warning: this post contains an extended metaphor. enter at your own risk. *g*)

( a balancing act )

Thanks to kalquessa, whose frankly expressed frustration with writing took me back and made me think about the act of writing in a new way ( Read more... )

I like extended metaphors, okay? :-)

( Hands as a metaphor for life: )

It's kind of interesting to realize that the basic metaphor one uses for one's life is still the same (in essence) as it was almost ten years before. I thought that discovery required something to be written about it.

( A Journey in the Dark )

I was surfing a friendsfriendslist, and ran across one of those "if you think _____ (ie, homophobia, racism, etc) is wrong, repost this," memes. I don't do that, on the chain-letter principle, but this one reminded me strongly of a piece I wrote back in college, during a very difficult year (for friends, for me ( Read more... )