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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Aug 31, 2005 14:55:34 GMT -5
Shades of Gray: Revelations of a Demented Mind 1"Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence."~ Anonymous This is rather true, is it not? I find it so. A rather common occurance, in fact. For example, you did not know I existed until I logged onto this message board... Unless Warious mentioned something. And I didn't know she existed until we met one fateful day , years ago. This was actually meant in regards to science, stating that just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't there. Like germs. Bacteria. Distant galaxies. Distant planets. Aliens. Toxic, odorless gases... A pretty good maxim. Never assume something isn't there because it gives no sign of its presence. Welcome to my journal - the inner workings of my mind. Beware: not all contained within possesses reason or logic - This is ME:I, after all...
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Post by SilverSergyon13 on Aug 31, 2005 21:16:27 GMT -5
Love the quote...yezzz....I do so love it. Makes sense, a lot of sense.
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 3, 2005 11:37:40 GMT -5
That's why I chose it...
Ok:
Love the weather. Saw Jango's head fly out of his helmet!! (AOTC - slow when the helmet's flying - the head is seen as a shadow on the ground!!!!) Waiting to harass Warious when she returns. BTW, this is my coauthor - Kyp Durron. Kyp:Hi. CRD: My other coauthor is Wesley Janson, but.... he's unable to speak right now. I was experimenting with the duct tape.... And... there's not much to tell.
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Post by Master Warious on Sept 3, 2005 15:30:16 GMT -5
Poor Wes. *bothers Kyp Durron* Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother!
MY turn to harasss you Commander! Buwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 3, 2005 21:46:48 GMT -5
Potter Puppet pals! Fweeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 6, 2005 13:53:40 GMT -5
*begins to wonder if I should have never introduced Warious to that....*
Any ways.... 2 "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes. It'll change." ~Mark Twain I Seriously do NOT GET THIS WEATHER!!! Hot during the day, subzero at night! I see foliage - this IS NOT TATOOINE!!!! I'm a dragon, my body temp is lower than the average human. That means I need heat. No heat, I'm a walking typing icicle... Random FYI: The LZ song "Travel On" is about Frodo's mission to Mordor. The girl mentioned, "Fairest in all the land", is Shelob. Hehehehehe.... Drugs and Tolkien reading rock stars don't mix...
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 6, 2005 13:54:11 GMT -5
3 "...Sunglasses, you know, are so indicative of [anonimity and familiarity.] I mean, they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there." ~Norman Norman, Sarah Dessen's Keeping the Moon Ah yes, Sunglasses. If eyes are windows to the soul, sunglasses are their armor.... Since the Matrix, there has been no cooler fashion statement than mirrored eyewear -other than leather trenches, of course. Their purpose in the Matrix is to filter truth from fiction, reality from illusion. Here, sunglasses prevent people from seeing your weaknesses, robing your core, capturing your essence; yet they also tell your personality, style, attitude, coolness. A double edged sword. Whenever I go out, I don Matrix eyewear. Pure black lenses set in purple frames that fit me perfectly, inside and out, giving people back their reflections instead of me, changing my appearance so I can't be recognized. My disguise. My armor. Protecting me from the world -- and the world from me. Sunglasses aren't just for UV protection anymore...
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Post by Master Warious on Sept 7, 2005 12:49:22 GMT -5
That could be a sunglasses commercial...
*Switches to the foamy version* Mm Bother, mm bother, mmmm Bother! I am bothering you! I am bothering you! You see? It's what I do! I abhor boring in the Space of Sacredness! Defile! Defile! Defile! dum dum dum Defile! Defile! In the sacred space! Defile! Defile! I am defiling your sacred space oh oh oh oh!
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 13, 2005 15:01:59 GMT -5
Uh huh.....
I have another essay (2 actually), but as I am on the wrong computer, I cannot post them...
Nevertheless, I went on the Flying Bobs at the fair - AWESOME!!!! Devouered fried dough, funnel cake and Nelson's FUDGE - the BEST!- And got trapped watching the 4-H exhibits. And busted my leg running up and down a huge hill to and from the 4-H building. And was Speaker for the Dead for Warious. One liners+ Urchints = Fun for us... maybe not them.... MUHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA
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Post by Master Warious on Sept 14, 2005 13:23:06 GMT -5
*sigh* So fun to be dead! That was lots of fun!
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 14, 2005 13:48:23 GMT -5
Worked even better cause you had a cold...
Frieddoughfrieddoughfrieddough and Funnelcakefunnelcakefunnelcake and Fudge oh yes, there's Fudge and also FrieddoughfrieddoughfrieddoughFrieddoughfrieddoughfrieddough
Sound familliar, CaffineRush?
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Post by Master Warious on Sept 14, 2005 13:52:59 GMT -5
*rolles eyes* When one masquerades as a plague one tends to catch it.
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 14, 2005 13:55:42 GMT -5
Speaking of caffine...
"Coffee makes Dad crazeee...." ~Darth Dad (My father) as of... 1 1/2 cups this morning.
Here is what he did after:
Asian Computer help dude *on phone*: Hello, I am Bob, How may I help you?
Caller *suspicious*: Yeah... where are you located?
A: I am in Houston.
C: I don't think so.
A: No? Maybe it is... Virginia City. Shoot shoot bang bang. I am looking for my brother, Little Joe. And my other brother, Hoss, which I assume is short for Hussien. Have not seen Hussien in long time. And Adam. Adam left with Eve, to place he was kicked out of. Was kicked out of Bombay - I mean, Virginia City.
C: Yeah... I'll call back later.
*5 minutes later*
A: Hello I am Bob, how may I help you?
C: Hey... Didn't I just talk to you?
A: *hurredly* My name is Mark.
C: Yeah.... I'm hanging up now.
My dad. On Coffee. Doing improv. With voices. *sigh* Note: You gotta know Bonanza to get it...
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 14, 2005 13:56:20 GMT -5
Just don't give it to me!!!
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Post by Mekka on Sept 14, 2005 14:31:23 GMT -5
*chokes* ((Note to self: Keep caffeiene away from CRD's father))
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 15, 2005 12:42:30 GMT -5
He does that without caffiene......
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 17, 2005 15:20:34 GMT -5
4 "I will take it...Though I do not know where it is..." ~Frodo, Fellowship Hypothetical Situation: You're packing for a short trip. You go to put an item in the bag ---- and it's not where you KNOW you just saw it. Swearing, you look in the immidiate vicintity. Then the floor. The dresser.... The bookcase...under your bed...the pillows...in your boot...in your other boot....in your brother's boot...in your brother's other boot.... ...and anywhere else in the house it might possibly be. Finally, when you're frustrated beyond compare, and desperate, because this is something you HAVE to take..... ....you see it. Sitting right where you left it. Gloating. WHY does that happen?
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Sept 17, 2005 15:21:06 GMT -5
5 "Fried dough solves everything." ~ Random Fair Director Ahhhh..... Fried dough. Funnel cake. Fries. FUDGE. Flying Bobs. Face paint. Freaking out kids. Four H Projects. Huge hills. Huggy people. Hot sun. Hot buffalo burgers. Long Hours. Hurt Hip. Pumpkins. Prizes. Police in Tight Pants. Tractors. Take Down. Directing Traffic. Dust. Donkeys. Ditches. Doom stalks the grounds. Bearded Dragon. BlackSmith. Smoke. Suspension on Campers. Clear Sky. Stars. Snacks. Sleeping bags. Songs. Sleep. Sheep. Superintendenting. Sellers. Walkie talkies. Weirdos - wait, that was us! Wafflecones. Wedgies. Walking....Walking....and MORE Walking....
My alliterative summary of my weekend working at the Fair. I recommend that you go to your local County Agricultural Fair every year - no matter HOW small it is!!!! --- A lot of people work hard to put these on. Especially 4-H people. Be sure to go thru the 4-H exhibit halls, and at least say hi to the monitors - no matter how weirdly they're dressed -- as they donate at minimum 3 hours of their time to sit there and watch you like hawks, while being bored out of their minds. And having to explain what 4-H is/stands for over and over and over....
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Post by Master Warious on Sept 19, 2005 12:02:36 GMT -5
Yeah. But its fun looking dead. FUNNEL CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yum!
In answer to number four's question....Who can fathom the mind of the object that hides in plain sight? It is like a leaf that falls from the tree in Autumn. It has no brain but does as it is willed by higher powers than we.
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Oct 3, 2005 16:04:07 GMT -5
I have neglected my thread...
Les Mis!!! LOVE LESMIS!!!! I saw the drama movie earlier this week with Qui Gon as Valjean and Barbossa as Javert - AWESOME, only they took out Eponine, and Marius is both Marius and Enjorlas. Some of the lines the aforementioned two said were reminders of their SW/ Pirates characters. It was great.
Les Mis is being put on by a locale Troupe, and I cannot wait!
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