My dreams last night were really disturbing. Not because they started with a zombie invasion and ended with an Indian massacre (I was an Indian), but because of how nonchalantly these inhumane travesties were treated ( Read more... )

How about this one?:

"Northampton, a town so lovable you could marry it... if our oppressive traditionalist government would get up to speed with the times and allow people to marry towns!!!"

Hehe.

Just being silly, and I should note that I have a warm place in my heart for equality and activism.

I'm a... Flying Castle.


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Hi.

Here are some ideas for a better nation.  We can do them in one of our existing countries, or build a bubble city under the sea.  Whatever works for you.

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Lobbies

Do you know who owns your government?  It's probably not you.  It's a bunch of strangers you've never met before with suitcases full of shiny things.  "But how can I fight the power of ( Read more... )

Remember that scene when Lancelot valiantly slays his way through the wedding party to save some damsel who really didn't need it and who wasn't really a damsel?  That's the image that came to my mind when reflecting upon America in Iraq ( Read more... )

Oh! First came a scene on a baseball field with Shane Day and Phil Spring's little brother.  I was congratulating Shane on getting in the paper for being in the top six.  But one of them punched the other.  Then the other punched back, really hard.  I had to separate them, and shouted "fighting is the single most stupid thing we human beings can ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed I was in Canadia, and I was in a lunch line at a school or something. I started to get some cereal, and someone explained that I needed three votes of confidence from strangers to get through the lunch line. I made friends with a lot of strangers, as I asked for lunch votes.

The chicken fillets stuffed with jelly looked

Heh.

My dream last night was sprawling, vast, and nonsensical, but there's one part I'm fond of.

Outside my window were two little mice reared up on their haunches, conferring with each other. They were wearing tiny little ninja outfits. Suddenly, they scurried towards the house...

Good god, it feels good to have a coherent space again.  That was driving me rabid monkey mad.

Welcome, Spring.  Come on in.

Heh.