Behold the power of cheese.

This is what happens when they let me out of the straitjacket long enough to chat.


CB (Me): The cheese will not protect you.
Un (unwilly): There is no cheese.
**Un is now known as Wallace
Wallace: I do like a bit of Gorgonzolla.
CB: I must not cheese. Cheese is the mind-killer. Cheese is the little-death... wait, I don't think that's the Bene Gesserit's original wording.
Wallace: Cracking toast
Wallace: Hehehe
Wallace: Cheese and Macaroni Children of Dune
...
[after some geekiness]
...
Pengy (penguinboi): gorgonzilla is fun, especially when it stomps on tokyo
CB: Great. Now I'm hungry.
CB: And where could I find a good tokyo at this hour?

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Something I've been trying to do for a while finally seems to have worked. Unfortunately, it wasn't something directly having to do with my finances, health benefits, or other things needed for my survival. Still, it's likely to help me a great deal in indirect ways.

Yes, I'm going to be cryptic about this one. Let's just say that one thing in my life seems to have changed for the better.

Given the state of things in general, it's good to have hope right now.

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Oh good grief.

Why is it so many people think they're healing when all they're doing is finding something else to be dependent upon? That's not health by any stretch of the imagination--it's just finding a new way to hide your emptiness from yourself.

Don't mind me. This is just the crazy woman ranting off in the corner. At least I'm not talking about you-know-what.

[Edit: I'm not talking specifically about anyone likely to pay any attention to this. Though come to think of it, the people I'm thinking of wouldn't pay attention to this even if they were reading it.]

Hey, you.

That last post wasn't about you.

Maybe it was about Zephyr. Ask hai_kah_uhk. :-)

Seriously, people need to stop thinking I'm talking about them when I'm not. If I mention you by name, you'll know I'm talking about you.

Of course, if you thought the last post was about you, then even if I'm not mentioning you by name, I'm talking about you. But this is a special case. Plus, I'm in a perverse mood right now.

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Sent this story to my favorite mailing list earlier and now realize I should've posted it here as well. So this is the tale where Optimus Prime goes to the Middle East:

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Been reading many of the other news links posted over in theworld and wondering why I, who have been going insane recently, am still so much more rational than the movers and shakers of this little watery planet.

In spite of everything, I'm feeling better tonight. Went for a nighttime walk in the rain with rivulets running down my glasses as I sloshed through the puddles on the sidewalks and in the streets. Heard distant sirens most of the time I was out. This isn't too unexpected given how close we are to the fire department, yet it's still a sobering sound at a time like this. Now that I'm inside, the predominant sound is the rumble of rain on the roof. There are worse kinds of music.