Morbid and then Not
I'm going to write this to clear my weary head a bit before running off to bed. I was a bad girl and got to looking at some of the digital archives of the Simon Wiesenthal Center. I really shouldn't do such things before bed.
One soldier put together some pictures he took at the liberation of Buchenwald and they're as awful as all the other pictures I've seen of the holocaust, all of the damned pictures I couldn't look away from as a teen and which I couldn't look away from tonight even though a part of my brain very adamantly cried: no, I don't want to see.
What got me, though, was the guy who put this booklet together made commentary beneath the pictures and his absolute hatred of all Germans is so horribly ironic it screams out from the pages. At the same time, seeing what he saw, and realizing that he was actually *there,* you can almost understand his reaction. Almost. (It's at http://www.swc-archives.com/results.php?colId=1987-029 in case anyone wants to know.)
But onto more pleasant things.
I'm sick again. That's right - I got sick the day before Christmas and had a cold for over a week. Then, this most recent Sunday, I came down with a fever and burned for two days straight, no matter what I took. I finally broke down and used my mother's home remedy for fevers and it came down; that night, it broke. But I was out of work Monday nonetheless. And yes, I do have the flu.
I am tired of being sick. Really, now. Enough is enough. After I get over this I am telling sick people to stay the fuck away from me, and if need be I'll carry a stick to drive them off with.
I've been reading, slowly but surely, my latest gaming acquisition: the Stargate SG-1 roleplaying book. I am still very excited about it and happy with it. I've always been a big fan of the show.
I've also received my first Dragon magazine from my year-long subscription. I haven't had a magazine subscription since I was about 20, when I let my Playboy subscription run out. It's kinda nice to have a magazine around the house again and to know another will come soon. I don't know why, but it's nice. It's like... appetizer reading. Not heavy, but still pleasant. And imminently portable.
I can hear the train going outside. It's like this most nights. I can hear the train so clearly even though it's not that close, and all across Glendale folks are hearing it pass...
Thank gods, at any rate, that tomorrow is Friday.
One soldier put together some pictures he took at the liberation of Buchenwald and they're as awful as all the other pictures I've seen of the holocaust, all of the damned pictures I couldn't look away from as a teen and which I couldn't look away from tonight even though a part of my brain very adamantly cried: no, I don't want to see.
What got me, though, was the guy who put this booklet together made commentary beneath the pictures and his absolute hatred of all Germans is so horribly ironic it screams out from the pages. At the same time, seeing what he saw, and realizing that he was actually *there,* you can almost understand his reaction. Almost. (It's at http://www.swc-archives.com/results.php?colId=1987-029 in case anyone wants to know.)
But onto more pleasant things.
I'm sick again. That's right - I got sick the day before Christmas and had a cold for over a week. Then, this most recent Sunday, I came down with a fever and burned for two days straight, no matter what I took. I finally broke down and used my mother's home remedy for fevers and it came down; that night, it broke. But I was out of work Monday nonetheless. And yes, I do have the flu.
I am tired of being sick. Really, now. Enough is enough. After I get over this I am telling sick people to stay the fuck away from me, and if need be I'll carry a stick to drive them off with.
I've been reading, slowly but surely, my latest gaming acquisition: the Stargate SG-1 roleplaying book. I am still very excited about it and happy with it. I've always been a big fan of the show.
I've also received my first Dragon magazine from my year-long subscription. I haven't had a magazine subscription since I was about 20, when I let my Playboy subscription run out. It's kinda nice to have a magazine around the house again and to know another will come soon. I don't know why, but it's nice. It's like... appetizer reading. Not heavy, but still pleasant. And imminently portable.
I can hear the train going outside. It's like this most nights. I can hear the train so clearly even though it's not that close, and all across Glendale folks are hearing it pass...
Thank gods, at any rate, that tomorrow is Friday.