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Merry Christmas to all!

In this chaotic season of joy, friendship, and oceans of Christmas cards, it is a common tradition(Whatever your religion) to sing songs associated with your religion’s interpretation of Christmas. Therefore, I feel it my solemn duty to sing something.

*Ahem*

 Chipmunks roasting in a forest fire,

 Jack Frost ripping off your toes.

 Yuletide carolers being mugged by a choir!

 And folks dressed up like Navajos.

 Everybody knows

 the turkey ate the mistletoe,

 sometimes turkeys aren’t too bright.

 Tiny tots with their clothes all aflame

 will find it hard to sleep

 tonight.

 They know that Santa’s passed away!

 He’s dropped his load of toys and goodies in the bay!

 And every mother’s child is gonna cry

 to see that reindeer really don’t know how to fly.

 And so I’m offering this demented phrase,

 to kids from 101 to 102

 Although it’s been said many times, many ways,

 happy Hanukkah to you!

© Whenever this was written, by Aunt Linda at the time of her mission. :D

Merry Christmas!

Eleanor

Completely random, and yes, it technically counts as five books, but try to bear with me for a few minutes of randomness.

Wool is, essentially, a science-fiction, post-apocalyptic story about the remainder of humanity’s struggle for survival in an underground silo where no one questions the destroyed, desert-like view the sensor cameras project. No one questions the why of living in a silo, where professing even the slightest wish or interest to leave gets them their wish granted, and the rest of the silo gets instead, a clear view. They get to go outside, and no one ever comes back.

My review:
I find no serious faults with it, except for Howey waiting to kill the eight(at least) doomed people, after you had gotten attached to all but those who were evil or we didn’t know well enough. Even so, with all the death, and the slight goriness in describing toxins eating away at people and other such things it is, in short, wonderfully eloquent, and very well told. I would reccomend it to anyone 13 and up, twelve if they’re a little advanced, and anyone who does not mind a large abundance of swearing, as this is definitely NOT written by a Christian author.

Also, Howey’s Bern Saga(or, “Molly Fyde” series) is quite good, and I would reccomed it for the same age ranges, 12 and up.

Eleanor

Follow-up!!

And now, the outcome to Thursday’s twitching:

*Cue the maniacal/fangirly giggling and grinning*

He emailed me back!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!

Here’s what it said:

Hey Evelyn, thanks for the note. I’ll mark you as a potential beta reader.

Did you say that you’re in sixth grade and a writer? That’s the age that I first dreamed of becoming an author. Please don’t wait as long as I did to follow your dreams!
Hugh
 Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh OHMAIGOSH!!!!!!
I did sign it with my name, but since I used Evelyn’s email address, it automatically used her name and he got us mixed up, but still it’s pretty darn awesomesaucely freakingly amazingly AMAZING!!!!

So then I emailed him back, basically saying “THANKYOU-THANKYOU-THANKYOU-THANKYOU-MYNAMEREALLYISACTUALLYELEANOR-THANKYOU-THANKYOU- THANKYOU!!!!”

I got another reply shortly after, saying:

That’s amazing to hear, Eleanor! I remember how my favorite authors inspired me when I was your age. It’s strange to find myself returning the favor somehow. Very surreal. Before you know it, you’ll be responding to fan email of your own! :)

Again,  Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh OHMAIGOSH!!!!!!

As if things couldn’t have gotten any better, what with getting his newest Kindle Single-short story thing Walk Up Nameless Ridge, which is absolutely amazing, as always is with his stuff, and it had a very Connie-Willis-ish ring to it, as you never find out more about the main character than the fact that he’s married and has kids; by the end of the book he has no hands or feet(Hypothermia?); and he lied to his family, and wished that he had died  on the summit of Mt. Mallory. He and his family don’t have names, no kind of identification throughout the story except for “My wife”, “My kids” and the usual personal pronouns I, me, myself and other such things. All in all a very good story; a little depressing, but that’s good. It’s depressing because you’re sympathizing with the protagonist for his guilt and death wishings.

Contrary to my usual dislike of depressing books, I can pretty much always eagerly attack Howey’s books, because of the eloquence that the depression-influencing passages are written with.I like to read the last few chapters of Molly Fyde and the Fight for Peace over and over again, just so(Warning! Spoiler alert!!) Cat tears apart the moonlet, Walter airlocks himself, the Wadi dives into Byrne’s head, and Mortimor and Molly have their last conversation one last time, Anlyn and Edison get married, and Cole proposes, and all other awesome emotional stuff. *Sigh*

Eleanor

Ooooohkaaaaay……

Hello! Yep, I do still exist, and haven’t gotten sucken into a wormhole or fallen off the planet. But I did just do something that will come out in four ways. I just hope it’s not the latter two:
1. The follow-up post to this one will be written very promptly, and will be accompanied by the classic Star Trek fight music, and maniacal laughter and grinning.

2. I will consider myself an absolute idiot and Denebian Slime Devil, and will most likely be too depressed for a follow-up post.

3. The above, plus I will be in tears and regretfully resume my stance as quiet onlooker and fan.
Which will probably not happen, but there is a chance that it will. A slim one, though, so no worries.
All right…….. Now I will not tell why I’m predicting various emotional outbursts, and instead cite from Death by Black Hole about why Star Trek: The Motion Picture’s V-Ger was considered such a failure by some Trekkers!
Naw, I’m not that mean.

Almost, but not quite.

Okay, so earlier, I kinda, sorta, maybe emailed Hugh Howey, my favorite author(Tolkien, Shannon Hale, and Lloyd Alexander follow close behind) about being a beta reader for him, and now I will twitch, and worry, and not pay attention in co-op tomorrow, and my non-existent-but-still-there metal, highly explosive internal organs will melt together into a bomb inside my lungs and explode as I start the next Uprising of the Silo, and, and, and……. none of that will actually happen except the twitching. Sigh.
*Evil-Mom Julie Andrews voice* Okay, I’m outta here. G’night, Y’all!
Eleanor

Oh the joys of having a sister who got chicken pox as a 1.5-year-old, which came back more than a decade later as shingles, which Evelyn then transmitted as chicken pox to the rest of us. Elizabeth, being the genius that she is, started getting spots on the Sunday matinee for Evelyn’s play. One by one we all started falling like tricorders stacked too high. Now Elizabeth’s spots are disappearing, just in time for Evelyn to leave for her summer visitation to her dad’s! Talk about heavenly, marvelous, wonderful day. Cue the disapproving Captain Picard look…

 

Did you know that fist fights and barn raisings are much funnier at three in the morning? A couple days ago, some floating apparition in a WOOL cleaning suit freaked me out of my room at one in the morning, causing me to read Many Waters(the only Madeline L’Engle book I’ve been able to finish) until maybe 1:45 with a cast-iron skillet in one hand. Then Elizabeth woke up, and I situated her with a spray bottle and cloth, which kept her happy while I tried to sleep again, failing. As did Elizabeth in her efforts to do so, so we went downstairs, sleepily puttered, and watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers; me enjoying being able to comprehend some of the quieter things said due to the fact that there was only the Lump awake, and the Lump herself just sitting there. Strangely enough, that wasn’t the first time I’ve watched 7 brides for 7 brothers around the 1AM mark. The first time was when I went to LifeLight with my friend Julia. We didn’t start for Julia’s house until after midnight, and when we got to her house, we still had to wait for my mother to come pick me up, so me and Julia watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. That got me a weird look from Evelyn, I can tell you.

Got to go to bed now… To all a good night, Jolan True, Peace and Long Life, Qapla’, and all that stuff.

-Eleanor

That is the question, as the classic Shakespearian quote goes, or, in the Klingon, taH pagh taHbe’, for as Chancellor Gorkon says in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country, “You have not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.”

I am sure that anyone who has watched the two-part Star Trek: TNG fifth season  episode “Unification” (Episodes number 207 and 208) more than once will know that while Captain Picard and Data are on Romulus, Commander Riker, who gets to play Captain for a while, goes off to a shipyard in search of answers as to why the deflector shield(or a deflector something else) of the Vulcan ship Tripoli is lying in pieces in the Enterprise‘s cargo bay.

Upon arriving, Riker mispronounces the surname of a Mr. Dokachin, who didn’t know that the Tripoli was no longer in the shipyards, and had been stolen by one of the ex-husbands of an alien bar piano player who eats straight salt and has six arms, and his gang. Still leaves them clueless as to why the Tripoli‘s deflector shield was lying in an astronomically large number of pieces in a cargo bay, with, presumably, the other pieces of it scattered around the Universe.

Flash forward fifty years or so into Eric Busby’s podcast interpretation of the early twenty-fifth century. A plague has devastated the Universe, new factions have risen, calling themselves the “One True Federation”, destroying the original United Federation of Planets of Kirk, Picard, Sisko and Janeway’s time. After the final battle which destroyed everything, and made the Universe an unsafe place, Captain Rupert Trask went into hiding, until Lieutenant ‘Ahndrewh Whinfred’ comes along, saying that StarFleet wants him back, in an effort to try and rebuild the Federation. Trask accepts, and Lt. Winfred beams them onto the ship/shuttle(Little foggy in my memory), which is named  Tripoli, which if I remember correctly, Lt. Winfred says they pulled out of a museum. (Or maybe it was the Yorktown…)

So, is my reasoning wrong, or did Eric Busby’s wrong, or did he take a look at Ex-Astris-Scientia’s list of Federation vessels and see Tripoli on that list, and has he ever watched Unification? I don’t know. But there are two Tripoli‘s. Maybe it’s another Tripoli though. Maybe it’s an Enterprise deal, more than one starship named that. Anyhow, here’s the link to the website:  http://darkerprojects.com/lostfrontier.php And here’s a link to Eric Busby’s other Star Trek themed podcast series:  http://darkerprojects.com/section31.php  Enjoy them. I hope you die well.

Eleanor

It has been a long day, and it’s getting longer by the second. You can tell because I’m writing a blog post at twelve-thirty, and not the noon twelve thirty. Mom woke me up at eight more successfully than my alarm did two hours before, saying that today we needed to move the wood pile in the milking shed so we can get ready for the Vet to come AI a couple of the cows, one of them being mom’s evil Guernsey. Oh, joy. Then milking Brody was chaotic, because the other goats broke in, led by Josie of course. Then I got to go out and fling wood for a good 45 minutes, thankfully with half- hour breaks in between.We made good progress by the fourth time over, and we got everything we needed to out of the way! I’m just hoping now that either a) the AI-ing doesn’t work on either of the cows, or b) they both have boys, and everything will have been for naught. Of course, I’m also hoping we don’t end up with this:

That would be disastrous, to say the very least.

Then I got to read a book I started at least a year ago, and never got into partly because it bored me and partly because of the awful grammar throughout the book. But I finished it earlier, and it has a nice plot, and it ended pretty nicely. Then I got caught up in a flurry of painting, and thinking of things to send to our grandparents. I wound up thinking of the prologue of a book I’m writing, links to a few cool books(all about some form of astrophysics: Death by Black Hole by Neil DeGrasse Tyson; The Physics of Star Trek-yes, Star Trek has a whole book full of logical physics things in it- by Lawrence M. Krauss; and Hyperspace by Michio Kaku), and a still-life painting of some basil and cilantro I’m growing. The last was mom’s idea. So I worked on that for a while, editing and editing some more, learning a smidge of knowledge about formatting, and painting. Then my aunt came over, we talked about various things(Now dead authors, musicals, and loud chickens.) and watched an episode of Downton Abbey.

Now all the old- er, AHEM; people older than fourteen have gone to bed, and the rest of us are puttering(random little siblings), blogging(me), and taking turns playing on dad’s old windows phone.(Boys and Elizabeth) How long are they capable of playing on that thing?? They started fifteen minutes after my aunt left at around ten fifteen-thirtyish, and now it’s 12:49, and they’re still goin’ strong! …And doing the math for how long it will take for the sun to get into our eyes. We need lives… desperately…

I must warn you, by the way, if you have little brothers or sisters or both, and you decide to start reading them a book with eight or more chapters, do not read them a book from a series of them. Two good examples are Elizabeth and the Magicians Nephew, and Bunji, Joshua, Elizabeth and Peter and the Starcatchers. The Magicians Nephew has six other books after it, but they all have a minimum of about 15 to 18 chapters. Peter and the Starcatchers has four books after it(plus a contemporary follow up the authors wrote about modern-day kids who have read the Starcatcher Series) The first book has seventy-something chapters, the last one has a two-part prologue and an epilogue, and ninety-something chapters, and the other two have a chapter count of something between the first two. Can you say exhaustingly, complicatedly, awfully, horrifyingly, without-a-doubt CHAOTIC? At least I get a break until the other three get here(Elizabeth and Joshua sweet-talked our grandparents into sending us copies)…

“You people blew each other’s planets to bits?!” Sorry. I felt the need to quote Molly Fyde for a second. For some reason it’s even funnier at one AM than it was the first time I read it. Can’t imagine why things work like that. normally things that could be pretty serious result in waves of hysterical laughter. This, for example, a quote from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine:

(Outside Dominion headquarters)

Garak: We have a problem.

Kira Nerys: Only one?

Garak: It’s a rather large problem. The cargo bay door is made of neutronium.

Kira Nerys: The explosives we brought aren’t even going to make a dent.

Garak: You see the problem.

Ekoor: What do we do?

Damar: I don’t know. But I’m through hiding in basements.

(Garak begins to laugh)

Damar: I fail to see what is so funny, Garak.

Garak: Well, isn’t it obvious? Here we are, ready to storm the castle, ready to sacrifice our lives in a noble effort to slay the Dominion beast in its lair… (Kira begins to laugh uncontrollably) …and we can’t even get inside the gates!

(They all laugh)

Kira: Maybe… maybe we could go up to the door and ask the Jem’Hadar to let us in.

Damar: Or just send the shapeshifter out to us.

(The group laughs even louder)

Garak: (Sobers gradually) As I said, we have a problem.

Sound like me at the moment? I also, as you can see, tend to talk, or in this case, type incessantly. This is perhaps one of my longest posts ever, scoring at over a thousand words. That is sad. A thousand and forty words with no meaning or rhyme or reason, yet passing half an hour to 45 minutes that I should have technically spent sleeping. I wonder if I still have that awful, really short short story I wrote in the chatroom of BYC before they closed it down. Strange, I believe, that same day, another member started talking to herself about her pet fork or something like that. Maybe it was a toothbrush.. Sorry, random thought, just like everything else I’ve said so far in this post. I think I’m going to shut up for now until I find another reason and the time to write a post. I suppose I could go ballistic one of these days and actually post something interesting… Not tonight though. Maybe next week, after I’m done sleeping all of this week out.

Eleanor

 

Yes, this is a movie based on the cutest true story ever. Proclaimed as the Sleepless In Seattle of whatever year it came out(Oh, 1994. Thank you wikipedia), I’m inclined to agree. They had Sleepless In Seattle-ish music, Bridget Fonda even looks like Annie from Sleepless In Seattle when her hair is pulled back, and Nicholas Cage is just awesome in general, considering the fact that he was in National Treasure(Too bad I can’t remember any of the good parts of that movie other than the little duck tape parts, just the part where some guy says “Okay, I’ll hold the thing open so you guys can get out. Who cares if I don’t live for three minutes after you leave, I found the city of gold!” or something like that). Me, Lumpy and Bunji got to watch it when mom and dad went to get grain so I didn’t have to milk the goat with wheat, and to spy on Evelyn at her rehearsals for the summer musical Into the Woods (She got the part of Florinda, one of Cinderella’s stepsisters), on Thursday, and thankfully took Matthew with her(New baby brother… I am a really bad blogger, leaving people in the dark about everything… he was born the 25th of April) because otherwise he would have been awake within fifteen minutes of mom leaving, we were so loud. There are some parts throughout the movie that are so funny, I thought I’d choke on my apple juice. The plot is as follows: (Warning: Spoiler Alert)

Policeman Charlie Lang (Nicolas Cage) is a kind and generous man who loves his job and the Queens borough of New York City where he lives. His wife Muriel (Rosie Perez) works in a hairdressing salon and, unlike Charlie, is selfish, greedy and materialistic, constantly complaining about their situation in life. Waitress Yvonne Biasi (Bridget Fonda), is bankrupt because her husband Eddie (Stanley Tucci), whom she could not yet afford to divorce, emptied their joint checking account and spent all the money without her permission, while also leaving her with a credit card debt of over $12,000. Charlie meets Yvonne when she waits on him at the diner where she works. Since Charlie doesn’t have enough money to pay the tip, he promises to give her either double the tip or half of his prospective lottery winnings the next day. He wins $4 million (in 21 annual payments) in the lottery the next day and keeps his promise, despite the protests of his wife. He and Yvonne become stars almost immediately. Yvonne buys the diner she was working in. She sets up a table with Charlie’s name at which people who cannot afford food can eat for free. In another development, Charlie becomes a hero for foiling an attempted robbery at a grocery store but gets wounded in the process, forcing him to take leave from the police force.

At a gathering on a chartered boat for the lottery winners and other members of high society, Muriel gets to know the newly rich Jack Gross. She flirts with him and develops a strong liking for him, which is mutual. Meanwhile, Charlie and Yvonne spend a lot of time together, on one occasion paying for the train journeys of passengers of the subway, and on another treating the children of his neighborhood to a day out at Yankee Stadium, about which the media report. Muriel gets fed up with Charlie’s constant donations and overall simplicity and throws him out of their apartment, asking for a divorce. That same evening, Yvonne leaves her apartment after her husband shows up and threatens to stay until he gets $50,000 from her. Quite innocently, Charlie and Yvonne run into each other at the Plaza Hotel and, unintentionally, end up spending the night together.

During divorce proceedings between Muriel and Charlie, Muriel demands all the money that Charlie won for herself. Charlie doesn’t mind giving his share of the money but Muriel also wants the money he gave Yvonne, and Charlie’s steadfast unwillingness to do so causes Muriel to take the case to court. The jury decides in her favor. Yvonne, feeling guilty at costing Charlie all his money, runs out of court in tears and tries to keep away from him. But the cop, by now hopelessly in love with the waitress, finds her at the diner and tells her that the money means nothing to him, and they declare their love for each other. While ruminating about their future at the diner and considering a possible move to Buffalo, they are gracious enough to provide a hungry and poor customer some soup, which he eats at the special table. The poor customer is none other than the disguised Angel Dupree, who takes photos of the couple and in the next day’s newspapers publicly eulogizes their willingness to feed a hungry and poor man even in their darkest hour. Just as Charlie and Yvonne are moving out of town, the citizens of New York City, no doubt touched by the generosity of the couple, send “the cop and the waitress” thousands of letters with tips totaling over $600,000, enough to help pay their debts.

After Muriel gets remarried, her new husband Jack Gross flees the country with all the money from their checking account, revealing himself to be a con man. She then has no option but to move in with her mother in the Bronx and go back to her old manicure job. Eddie Biasi, now divorced from Yvonne, ends up becoming a taxi driver. Charlie happily returns to the police force and Yvonne reclaims the diner. At the film’s end, Charlie and Yvonne get married and begin their honeymoon by taking off from Central Park in a hot air balloon that bears the New York Post headline “Cop Weds Waitress”, just before the closing credits roll.

Some swearing, and a couple of awkward scenes, and everything but the part about a cop splitting his lottery winnings with a waitress is fictional, but overall, it’s quite good. I believe my exact words, actually, as it ended were “OH MY GOSH, THAT’S THE CUTEST AND BESTEST THING EVER!!!!!”              …Or something along those lines. :hide

So then the next day(Friday), mom and dad went off on a ‘romantic date’ to a book club meeting run by Evelyn’s boss’s son(She works at some local catering company, and gets to do her first wedding at the end of the month), and left Evelyn babysitting that night since she didn’t have rehearsals. Although she did walk around with a towel safety pinned over her eyes so she could ”practice being blind.” Apparently its hard, and very boring. Anyway, all the screaming monkeys more commonly called siblings, went up and wrestled three more years out of mom’s bed’s life, until Maisy came down with a big scratch running down her leg. Then I made meat cookies(Which Maisy was convinced were some sort of placebo that would fix her scratch), and we watched it again. Evelyn and Joshua, who had passed up on the chick-flick-watching the night before, had a similar response to mine.

Then yesterday, after much goat milking and duck nest finding(Mrs. Duck is broody again, and doing it well), and after mom had unsuccessfully tried to carry out a conversation with dad, which Matthew incessantly interrupted with his frequent hiccuping, mom decided that she and dad needed to watch it. I didn’t get a response out of them, however, because I went to bed immediately after reading a chapter of the Magicians Nephew to Lumpy. That’s enough to make anyone tired, although since I never got into it like I did Prince Caspian, Voyage of the Dawn Treader and the Silver Chair, it was pretty interesting for me too

I’ve been reading Hugh Howey’s blog of late, mostly to watch the little percentages for his next books, I, Zombie(83 % done), SAND(14 % done), and Wool 9(26 % done). Can’t wait until I can figure out a way to read First Shift-Legacy, The Hurricane, and Half Way Home… I haven’t read any of Howey’s standalone books except the Plagiarist, so that should be cool. I’ve also been trying to figure this little doohickey of his out:

What, does it mean he wants readers to mail him money so he can put in tons of hours writing and not fall over with exhaustion on the keyboard, so he can finish his books faster? I don’t know.

Also of late, me and Evelyn have been raiding our mother’s Facebook page for various things, such as this, which describes my current situation perfectly:

I sometimes scare myself, mind or no mind!

Not sure where Evelyn found this one, but I like it:

ROFL. Now, because I’m overly pleased with myself that I’ve finally figured out how to stick pictures into my posts, and I can’t go without mentioning Star Trek for long…

From the 6th season Next Generation episode Rascals. The kid is Captain Picard, who had to throw a temper tantrum and pose as Commander Riker, the other person in the pictures son. I don’t think anyone on the ship respected him quite as much after that fiasco with the Ferengi… going from being sixty to twelve, and having to hand over command of your ship, which happens to be the Federation’s FLAG SHIP “Until further notice” is rather discouraging. I don’t think anyone took Ensign Ro seriously either. Keiko and Guinan were good however.

Eleanor

*Warning, this post contains EXTREME spoilers on the Bern Saga, which also go under the prefix of Molly Fyde, by the above author.*

Dear mister Howey,
I finished Molly Fyde and the Fight For Peace about half an hour ago. All in all, it ended quite sweetly. Cole proposed; Anlyn and Edison got married; the Canyon Queen’s kids were taken care of.
But there are several issues I would like to address. First of all, what in hyperspace happened to Cat? You left her trapped in the Bern ship suffering from great amounts of blood loss, and a couple of Gun wounds; one in her arm, and the other in her leg, and trying to find Molly, while slaughtering countless Bern on the moonlet ship. I call that downright COLDBLOODED!!!!!!!
Also, why the heck did Mortimor have to be the one from his ship to die? Why not that Larkin guy, or Arthur, even though he’s cool, or Penny? I never liked Penny anyway, especially with Cole’s delusionary dream. Anyhow, why Mortimor?
Also, while I am on the subject of Death, WHY THE CANYON QUEEN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Couldn’t Byrne have died without the Canyon Queen dying too? Molly never even got a chance to know her by anything other than ‘the wadi’. Another couple of things having to do with death: first, why did Walter airlock himself? I mean, I get it that he kind of saved Molly, and he was a bit of a slimy little rat, what with sneaking Molly’s D-band and arranging things with Byrne to give him his arms, and resetting the course on the Firehawk he snitched from the Gloria, and setting up a rift on Lok to take himself and Molly to the Moonlet ship, but still! And thing two, what is with your fascination with killing people off? I hope you aren’t planning on writing another Molly book, taking into consideration the very apparent fact that you’ve killed off a great deal of the characters. But it did end almost perfectly(note the ‘almost’ in there), so you probably won’t.
You know, Mr. Howey, you’re practically a twenty-first century American Henry the eighth with your characters. You know what Henry did to two of his wives, Catherine Howard and Anne Boleyn; Henry and his girlfriend at the time, Jane Seymore, went dancing right after Anne’s execution, and got married a week later(there’s a little history lesson for ya). It’s pretty much the same with you. If you get tired of a character, you kill it, one way or another.

As a last word, I shall simply say that if we ever meet, I shall first say that I love your books, they make me cry, and I will hug you. Then I will punch you, and knock you unconcious.

Eleanor

11 Tag

Never done this before… Fascinating.

The Rules:
1) Post these rules.
2) Post 11 random things about yourself.
3) Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.
4) Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
5) Go to their blog and tell them they’ve been tagged.
6) No cop-outs in the tagging section like, “If you are reading this” or “if you follow me”. You have to legitimately tag people!
Evelyn decided to tag me. Thinking about ‘tagging’ her later-with a level-six phaser hit. Well, here we go:
11 random facts about me:
  • I am attached to my quilt. No idea how I managed without it while at my grandparents house.
  • I despise cliches.
  • I can drag Star Trek into almost any conversation.
  • I support gay marriage
  • In the summer, I like to get up at 5:45 AM
  • I have not, and do not believe I ever will, outgrow sleeping with a stuffed animal or two.
  • I live to make Evelyn’s life miserable
  • I am learning programming. No specific field yet, but programming nonetheless.
  • I am teaching myself algebra for fun, and procrastinating lesson number four. I’m sure I’ll be having fun again once I figure out how some problem amounts to some outrageous number.
  • I am convinced that Gene Roddenberry’s death would have been untimely, even if he had died twenty years after the airing of Unification or fifty years before it.

Evelyn’s questions:

How long do you want to live?

At least until I’m ninety. But if that means health problems, eighty.

What do you think about global warming?

There’s a Gene Roddeberry quote to go with this, I know it, I just can’t remember it at the moment. But I guess it will either happen, or it won’t. If it does, it could wipe humanity out, or it might not.

Ketchup or mustard?

Where in hyperspace is the ‘both’ option? I don’t know. Depends on my mood.

Is it acceptable to have breakfast for dinner?

Usually, yes. Sometimes, though, no.

What about dinner for breakfast?

Absolutely. We have pancakes for dinner more often than we do so for breakfast.

Turkeys or ducks?

Ducks. no problems with that question, unlike the global warming one.

Fall or spring?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh. Spring. I think.

If you had to loose either your ability to see, hear, or speak, which would you choose?

Ummmmmmm. Speaking maybe. Or hearing. I don’t know. Thankfully, sign language is helpful for either case.

About how long did it take you to answer that last question?

Is there a point to this? (While You Were Sleeping quote for the win.) Somewhere between two and seven minutes.

Can you use scissors to curl ribbon?

Yes. *Says to ribbon* We are crafty. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.

Do you say soda or pop, or soda-pop?

Soda. The bottles clearly say, “soda” in black and white; or whatever the color combination may be.

I am not even going to bother with questions for other people. Instead I shall just talk.
Co-op started a couple months ago (Has it really been that long between posts? Gosh.) , lots of new families, naturally. Sergeant is teaching a wheels 101 class for the teens, and Evelyn was completely convinced that Max was going to kill them all last friday when they learned parallel parking. Sheep are due to give birth any day now, City Harmonic(Fangirl squeal) and Building 429(Double fangirl squeal) are going to be at Lifelight this year, Sidewalk Prophets has a new album out and an awesome new single called Live Like This. We have a new goat named Chaldavah Ambrosia, who is about as whiner brattish as a Nubian can be…
Klove people are humorous as ever. Thought I heard one of the morning show guys say something about Henry Higgins, which pleased me more than it should have. Creative writing is going reasonably well. Me and five other people in there wrote a short story about a “Wonderfully sad sheep named Ricky Bobby”, who died going after a ‘sacred’ beetle in a pyramid that turned out to be plastic. Cheery, isn’t it? but I don’t think the sheep had any feelings, none at all! Uh, does he? (My Fair Lady quote)
Well, Ice Age two is ending, so I have to go to bed, but here, as a last word, are the lyrics for Mandisa’s  Stronger, one of my favourite songs, among many songs.
Stronger
Hey, heard you were up all night
Thinking about how your world ain’t right
And you wonder if things will ever get better
And you’re asking why is it always raining on you
When all you want is just a little good news
Instead of standing there stuck out in the weather

Oh, don’t hang your head
It’s gonna end
God’s right there
Even if it’s hard to see Him
I promise you that He still cares

(Chorus)
When the waves are taking you under
Hold on just a little bit longer
He knows that this is gonna make you stronger, stronger
The pain ain’t gonna last forever
And things can only get better
Believe me, this is gonna make you stronger
Gonna make you stronger, stronger, stronger
Believe me, this is gonna make you …

Try and do the best you can
Hold on and let Him hold your hand
And go on and fall into the arms of Jesus
Oh, lift your head it’s gonna end
God’s right there
Even when you just can’t feel Him
I promise you that He still cares

Chorus

‘Cause if He started this work in your life
He will be faithful to complete it
If only you believe it
He knows how much it hurts
And I’m sure that He’s gonna help you get through this

Chorus

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