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weirdness... [Jan. 28th, 2006|01:33 am]
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a bit of a freak. My mother, now, she's a flexible one, has hips that swivel 180 degrees like a Barbie doll (TM). I always figured I was just too...well...ploosh, zaftig, fluffy, chubberific, fat...or whatever...to have inherited that limberness. But just yesterday, I was reaching for a bowl in the back of the cupboard above the fridge. I was up on my tiptoes, straining my shoulder over the top of the fridge, and I heard a sickening, wet pop. Didn't hurt much, and let me get the last 12 inches I needed to get the stupid bowl. So that was cool, and on its way back in it made a sound like a really long tape measure retracting. And then, wouldn't you know, I couldn't do it again to show thalarctos, so she didn't believe me. But what the hell, I knew it.

So today at work, I'm under my desk, trying to find the mouse plug behind my tower because I hooked the cord on my stiletto, and my office mate makes some crack about...crack. So I killed her and ate her.

I think I'm going to join the Jim Rose Circus. I think they might understand me, and let me be me.
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Gaelan [Sep. 30th, 2005|09:20 pm]
I've been reading some old history texts, and it has occurred to me...the Mage Wars might have ended sooner had our race not stood passively by, waiting...for what? Do we not owe the other races something? Are we not brothers and sisters on this land? Is something that is bad for them not bad for us also? For all the courtly platitudes of the nobility, for all the gracious disinterest, the talk of “what does this have to do with me?” you would think that war between Saeros and Saar was a mere annoyance, and not a stab to the heart of all fair peoples. Have we been traitors merely through inaction?

I am beginning to realize a hard truth: elves are irrelevant. We hide, safe and warm, while our allies struggle without us. Time has granted us knowledge, and we have magic and beauty. But we do not have passion, empathy, or fellow-feeling. Our long lives lead us to believe nothing can touch us, that nothing outside will last long enough to matter. We are arrogant, and we are going stale. It is becoming clear that I can’t stay here. I can barely sleep with wanting to run from this beautiful, dying place.

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Gaelan [Sep. 11th, 2005|12:36 pm]
Yet another festival day, the fourth this week. I suppose I should be off celebrating…whatever it is. Mother tells me this festival is in honour of a long-ago battle, won against giants at the eastern edge of the Veil. Hmm. Two days ago the festival was in honour of a long-ago battle, won against the orc tribes. All these victories were long ago. Nowadays we are cloistered away, and keep to ourselves. We stagnate in our isolation - safe, bored, rejoicing in the triumphs of our ancestors as though we ourselves were responsible for them. As though we were still capable of such accomplishments. I wonder what those ancient warriors, our great-grandmothers and fathers, would think of us - celebrating their heroism while hiding from the rest of the world behind a magic shield bought with their blood.

Of course, there aren’t any this close to the Heart Grove, and I haven’t actually met any, but I like what I hear of humans. Maybe it’s the short lifespan that makes them more inclined to quick action and serious endeavour – they don’t have time to waste holding festivals and masquerades. If a human were granted the lifespan of an elf, would they squander it away in dancing, archery contests, and singing? If I can manage to make up my mind in only years instead of tens or hundreds of years I’ll be miles ahead of my brethren.

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(no subject) [Sep. 6th, 2005|01:52 pm]
Well, I've decided to get on with my first foray into public posting. EEEEEEK!! So here is your introduction to my character in thalarctos's D&D game.

First, a teensy one of those...whatchamacallems...historically, when things aren't in the right era? Like hot air balloons at Waterloo? Anachronism? Crap. It'll come to me later. I'll sit up in bed screaming...thingamabob.


*throat clearing*
Hello? Is this thing on?
Okay, hi? Hello? My name is Gaelan, and I'm a Libra. I'm an elf...let me see...about 5'5", about 175 years old, green eyes, white-blond hair, slim build, pointy ears. I like long walks in the forest in the moonlight, travelling the world, quiet nights by the fire, and horseback riding. Turnoffs...hmm...well, physical conflict and the undead.

I don't usually do this kind of thing, but in my line of work it's really hard to meet people. Like, really hard. So, I'm looking for an open-minded, caring person. I guess...gender isn't important, as long as we click. Oh, and I'm not, like, racist or anything, but if you're of the green races, just don't even bother, okay? Being active would help, and a free-spirit is preferable, and you'd have to enjoy travel, because I'm on the move a lot and I can't be tied down...right at the moment. But the open-minded thing, that's not negotiable. And must like exotic pets.

...what do I have to offer...well, I take a while to warm up, but I loosen up a lot, with the right person. I'm a bit old-fashioned, but I like to have a good time. I like snuggling and body-painting. I work as a magical consultant with a company of adventurers, but in my free time I just want a break from the edge-of-your-seat excitement and...um...constant life-threatening danger. I like excitement and experimentation, but I get a lot of that in my line of work, so I don't need stress or dramatics at home. My hobbies include studying magical items, reading obscure magical texts, and pushing the boundaries of life-energy transfer research. Yeah, it's a bit cutting-edge.

So...if you think you might be interested, just...maybe...scry me some time? We could get together over a nice dark ale and talk...see where things go...

Okay, I think that's it...
*fumbling, clicking sound*
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Because I have to...and because I have a moment to breathe... :) [Nov. 5th, 2004|12:47 pm]
[mood |quixoticquixotic]

To sum up...


This American Political Fear Moment brought to you by the letter R(anting) and the number 4 (more years).

Thank you.
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Finally.... [Nov. 5th, 2004|10:34 am]
[mood |satisfiedsatisfied]


So, thalarctos and I have (kinda) set a date. Our anniversary is September 21. We want it to be our "official" anniversary too. However, Sept 21, 2005 is a Wednesday. The plan right this minute is to have a small (parents/siblings only) ceremony on the actual day, and host a non-stop par-tay the weekend of the 24th and 25th with friends and extended family.

By the time we get married, we'll have been together seven years. Lucky, lucky number seven. :)

I am just SO grateful to those couples who went forward and challenged the status quo, so that their relationships, and our relationship, will be treated equally before the law.
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Updated bio! [Sep. 20th, 2004|09:44 am]
[mood |sillysilly]

Well, I finally updated my bio, which I ain't touched since I got here. About time, I thought.

With the advent of cooler weather, my coworkers are giving in to their primal urge to put on body fat for the winter. The kitchen counter is covered in brownies, cookies, a cheese ball and crackers, antipasto, and Poppycock. Mmmm....Poppycock. That word always reminds me of Stewie from Family Guy. Him and his potty-mouth. "BLAHST!" :D I think I like Poppycock better than Fiddle-Faddle. More crispy corn, less peanuts.
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Snorf-blatt [Sep. 16th, 2004|11:01 pm]
[mood |mellowmellow]

While thalarctos and I were snuggling in the big chair, she said something deep-ish. That if it weren't for how stable and happy we are at home, we wouldn't be able to do a damn thing for the SPCA, we'd be too wrapped up in our own problems and miseries to spare the time, emotion or mental effort. So the moral of the story is, be happy so you can volunteer more! :)

And send the SPCA money.

That is all. :)
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Long time... [Aug. 19th, 2004|08:03 am]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]

Geeze, where to begin. I don't think I can finish this up right now, except to say that I'm tired. So damn tired I just want to crawl into a hole and sleep the millennium away. My whole face aches and I look like someone beat me up. All my fault, too...shouldn't stay up so late, but I really need the time to relax after work. Next Monday my other half at work will be back from vacation, and I might even be able to take a day off. What a freaking novel concept.

I love my job, but holy crap, this is insane.
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More stuff [Jun. 21st, 2004|01:06 pm]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

So thalarctos got herself a Mac laptop. Lovely. I drool at it whenever I see her using it. I've been indulging in her work laptop which she brings home from time to time. Thief III. *lustful Homer gurgle*

We've played a couple of times with our new gentlemen, and I think that if D survives playing with kraftykitty (he's playing a halfling with a kender/klepto personality), the game will be more...interesting...shall we say. *grins*

thalarctos gave a speech re: the joint making of a story as opposed to a hyper-planned, "choose your own adventure" style where we just sit back and get spoon-fed the plot. I think this is going to make a huge difference, especially to the amount of stress thalarctos feels ahead of time. Girls, much as I love ya, I think both thalarctos and I have been coddling you a bit - it just occurred to us that you've been playing now for a couple of years! You're not amateurs anymore! And that means we can expect more role-playing, more innovation, more risk-taking, more active involvement in the game.
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