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My subconscious has been unusually direct with me the past couple days. It keeps tossing (very personal) dreams at me that pretty clearly indicate something tied in with the real world.

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My mommy and dad visited me on Satuday! *happyhappy*

I'm bummed I couldn't hang out any on Sunday, since I had rehearsal for most of the day. But me and mom went on about a three mile wander (From Pandemonium Games and Books in Centralish Square to JP Licks in Davis Square) walking in and out of tiny stores and buying fabulous things.

Also, I now own bright orange suspenders. They are *fabulous*.

Alsoalso, got to play a new game --Vegas Showdown or something like that. It was reasonably cute, and I somehow won, despite not having any idea of what I was doing. I am beginning to suspect that this is a reoccuring theme in my game playing style.

Alsoalsoalso, I now own Chrononauts. <3

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Speaking of games, while all the games I currently own certainly fit into my yellow messanger bag of doom, I'm beginning to get to a point where they don't fit into anything smaller. I mean, granted, if I did the intelligent thing and put my* copy of Ex Machina into a smaller box, it would take up less space, but STILL!

For reference (and from memory, so I'm plausibly forgetting something):

Ex Machina
Wack a Catgirl
Fluxx
Chrononauts
Treehouse (x2)
Martian Coasters
Pit*
JungleSpeed

And, if you get technical, my nice little bundle of a dozen or so Kobolds Ate My Baby books (the old kind, in paperback), and three separate sets of S****! dice.

Man, that's what I ought to do, I ought to carve out a block of three or four hours and run a KAMB game for the college kids. It'd be *awesome*.

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I have the ending theme song of my current favourite flash game stuck in my head.

Y'all better justify it and go play Burn the Rope. Totally play it with the sound on, so you can listen to the song. Also, TOTALLY go and play it.

Allfornow.

~Sor
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*'mine' insomuch as I have swiped it from the house as we had two copies.
(No, I didn't forget a footnote, they both direct to the same place.)

Lawl, memes!

( Stollen for Ms_Hecubus: (And I think I may have done this one before. Dun remember) )

( Stollen for kittikattie -- look, weird accenty post and babblings. What words do *you* use? )

I will leave the rest of the memes in my mememe file for later.

~Sor
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Random semi-philisophical blather.

I suspect at least part of it is the world's way of apologizing to me for how shitty last night was¹, but today has been Pretty Damn Good.

In English, we got to talk about the Jonestown Massacre which, if not pleasant, is at least fascinating. Maths, we did some serious review, which helped me get unconfused, and politics we had a nice relaxing discussion about electoral districts and Gerrymandering.

Really, interestingly enough, the actual events of today haven't been anything special (with the exception of a perfect moment early this morning), instead, it seems that my outlook has just been phenomenally better than last night. Remember that terminal optimism thing I mentioned? I'm at full optimism at the moment.

Although, also on the list of good things, the torrent I found for the Shock Treatment soundtrack is *finally* doing something, after a month of just sitting there. So yay!

(Relatedly, torrents are dangerous. Ignoring the whole ethical argument² that I still haven't quite figured out, being able to put things onto my harddrive is just inviting me to use up all the rest of my space. Damnit, I intended to use that for the several million pictures I intend to take with my new camera.

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1: Last night was actually not that bad. Like today, the events and things that happened were neither especially good or bad. However, my outlook was completely borked, and the six hours of rehearsal really didn't help. (I didn't get to see my parents off. :( )

Also on the list of 'not helping' was finishing reading 'Watchman'. First off, yep, go read, it's awesome. Second off, well, uhm. It makes you think. And while thinking is ordinarily awesome, it makes you Think. Or, well, stare at the ceiling for a couple minutes and just completely blank out and try to process it.

Soyeah, trying to go to sleep while my brain is busy trying to process this deep meaningful piece of art really just doesn't work. It leads to conversations like this:

"You okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"I have just read something astonishing and I can't quite wrap my head all the way around it yet, and I'm having a slight existential crisis at the moment, and I'm being made nervous at the incredible fragility of humans." (Only, of course, I'm not actually that eloquent when speaking, so I think what I actually managed to say was something like "dunno".)

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2: My goal is to not actually steal music etc from people, because that is bad. However, the rules start bending when it comes to things that one of my parents already own. Because, I mean, I have access to things like 'The Breakfast Club' when I'm at home. Should I suddenly lose my access to it just because I only live at home for four months of the year now?

It's basically the same idea of taking one of my mom's CD's and burning it to Vera. Mom paid for this lovely thing of music, but it's not technically *mine* --should I therefore go buy my own copy if I want it? Probably. Am I going to go buy all the CD's that I want copies of? Not for a long time.

Obviously, downloading movies or music that mom doesn't own is a Bad Thing. I don't do that, it's shitty.

Soyeah, Torrenting is weird ethical dilemma's, and I haven't resolved them quite yet. But that's okay.

~Sor
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I haven't used this icon this often in *months!*

Theatre Quote of the Day!

Katrina = Isabelle in the play Measure for Measure.

Katrina (to Pat): I'll marry you if you go get me a tea.
Evan: God, you're easy.
Me: Dunno, she didn't say she'd have sex with him.
Pat: Naw, the marriage isn't valid until it's been consumated.
Me: Ah. [to Katrina] God, you're easy.
Katrina: *shrugs*
Evan: Geeze, you wouldn't have sex to save your own brother, but you'll have sex to get tea?

(For the unknowing, in M4M, Isabelle is a wannabe nun whose brother is going to be killed. She is offered the chance to save her brother by having sex with the evil Angelo. Being a wannabe nun, she's not entirely keen on this idea.)

Also, fun theatre fact! Extended amounts of audio feedback make the Sorcyress start hyperventilating!!

~Sor
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