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Feeling much better and passport has been renewed

Yay! New passport, which has a much better pic, SOON.

two days of not taking vitamin d and I feel gharsley.

I just want to dormouse.

A repeat from September 2004

Quoted from Mr. Damon, who has since moved away from the internet.

Now let me be clear about something. I am not a Christian, but I am neither anti-Christian nor anti-church. I recognize and support modes of thought and faith and communion that provide people with solace, strength and a sense of vibrancy and blessing. I DO NOT have a high regard for fundamentalist, literalist philosophies and the oppressive, narrow and, in some cases, violent behaviors that they promote. That has little to do with religion and Spirit, in my opinion, and a whole lot do with fear, control and ambitions toward dominion.

To bring harm, hardship, anxiety and death to your enemies — who are in fact your human + natural relations — in the name of a deity, or with a notion of divine guidance + supremacy, is an act of utmost ignorance and an affront to all of that which is our true nature and purpose.

Yes, ANOTHER SG1 song

Told from a somewhat different point of view. Not canonical, but it sorta gets an important point across.

Get off my world! Get off my world!
High water or hell come,
You are just not welcome
Get off my world, get off my world!
You do not belong here, you are just plain wrong here
and that is why I say get off my world!

We were simple farm folk with our fields and trees
when you poltroons swooped down from the sky
You stole from our temple, you did not say please
and it did not take long to reckon why
you waved around your weapons, killed two of our boys
You do this on a hundred worlds and treat them all like toys
But injuring the innocent no healthy man enjoys
it may take a hundred years
and cost a lake of tears
but we won’t rest til you Get off our world!

You stole our singing birds for pets and blew holes in the ground
looking for some metal that you prize
You bewitched our children, now their souls are bound
And every word a parcel full of lies
All of your technology is costly and accursed
of all the demons in our tales you surely are the worst
In theft and pride and carelessness you are quite well versed
it may take a hundred years
and cost a lake of tears
but we won’t rest til you Get off our world!

You brought medicine to heal and we watched cripples rise
It was gratitude that filled our hearts
But we know your motives now and know to damn your eyes
this is the dependency you start
Give us just enough to break the bonds of hearth and kin
How can you with poisoned lies expect our hearts to win
I will choose to fight your presence til my heart gives in
it may take a hundred years
and cost a lake of tears
but we won’t rest til you Get off our world!

Dead can dance

Came home from the church board meeting yesterday and there were Dead Can Dance tix on the kitchen table. Love my brO!

A board meeting on a Saturday

how bizarre, how bizarre. Then church tomorrow, which I don’t imagine will be particularly bizarre.

So the meeting will be a pot luck brunch, which sounds marvellous. I am bringing borscht and crackers and cheese.

Scorpion-Ra

As constant readers will be aware, both my children have tattoos. Keith was long considered; he thought about a wasp for years but eventually got an eye of Ra on the back of his neck. Katie’s first tattoo (and she now has a squadron of ink) was a blue scorpion on the non hairy side of the forearm..

So I am hoping to match both of them, except the two tats will be much smaller. That is in the future still.

Photos for passports acquired

Now to get them signed off and away we go.

Work was VERY interesting yesterday. And of course I can’t say more but it nets positive, except that now everybody is using a new buzzword, which immediately makes me want to scream and sigh.

Fuck pertussis man.

Having Katie around = the happy.

Having Keith drop by = the ditto.

Fresh coffee and cream makes me the happy too.

I bought a cat toy for Margot last night and although she promptly lost interest in it, the ten minutes she enjoyed it were quite hilarious.

What happened to the bowling?

We were supposed to go bowling, but we ate and drank and watched the Canucks instead. In attendance; Rob, Katie, Keith and Paul.

http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2012-03/uog-sc032712.php YAYYYYY! Science brings some living to elm trees.

The People and Things That Make Me Happy

Katie

Jeff

Keith

Peggy

and bunches of other people, including raincoaster, vixy, greatdismal, simonpegg & mOm and pOp

finding two new lines for a song, that when I put it all together, make a rhyme across the two verses, and which made me yell ALLEGRA YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS in the shower this morning, sorry Jeff

Blue Heron coffee from Saltspring OMG it is SO GOOD OM NOM NOM

Bacon and eggs for breakfast

Roads to drive on and a car to do it in (Ziva needed better gas and now she runs fine and the gas consumption has gone back to normal)

HOLIDAY PLANNING for April – I’m outta town from the 14th to the 23rd roughly.

Ditto for the end of August, when I go camping in the US with Katie

Passport renewals finally happening because Katie has been like a baby bird, “when we gonna when we gonna when we gonna MOMMMMM!?”

Me coming up with “Derp and the world derps with you. Fap and you fap alone.” and putting it on facebook, haw.

Tarot poem

She sits with her knees apart, the II of Swords
her eyes bound, her mouth seeming both stern and sad
She is the querent; she is myself caught in the act
being torn between equal things
swords crossed on her shoulder, crescent moon in a mocking pose
the beach and rocks poking through a tranquil sea behind her.
She is of two hemispheres and thus two minds
Her garment may be white, and may be gray

and I lay upon her breast the V of Wands
contention, disagreement, a donnybrook of all against all
with no driver but youthful exuberance, perhaps stupidity

Above, the VII of Swords
the very picture of a man making a retreat he finds most opportune
He abandons a campfire and the tents of his friends
what is he, why flee, and what is there of him in me?

Comes Temperance, to pour consciousness into unconsciousness and back again
for Temperance is what must be lived to make the work happen
that work of being awake, truly aware.

The Knight of Cups offers once again allegiance, wise counsel.

And the Tower blasts me back into the present
The shock, the bitter fall, the almost-had-it.

The II of Pentacles strolls up, juggling on a clear day
full of high seas adventure and what looks like
a child’s rendering of a tsunami.

And seated in honour next his knight, the King of Cups appears
and puts his bold chin in my view, saying
listen to Temperance! Govern yourself or be governed
by the debt you need not pay to regret.

The Knight of Pentacles, so solemn, his horse so placid
bits of greenery stuck in his helm and his horse’s harness –
offers me what? Money? Nothing but an expanse of yellow sky.

The Magician, to point out the obvious
Infinity, the secret names of things inherent

in their common atoms
the binding up of secrets and knowledge

in the faintly whispered text.

author’s note

I did a reading without asking a question, and look what happened.

Church was lovely

The weather is just so awesome, I have to figure out what to do with it.

Singing and playing part N

Cindy and Katie and I sang and played last night and it wuz good.

I’m seriously hating on the new villains in SG1,

I gotta do something about April 8 service. so I’ll catch up when I have more news.

Sam and Jack’s Tango (now updated for singability)

Sam’s tango

(all rights to characters to respective copyright holders) Yes, more SG1 filk. It’s like a FUCKING DISEASE. If I hadn’t had Planets are People Too pop up in my brain (which actually started as Samantha Carter filk but as is often the case morphed into something else before I could grasp the concept) I’d be ALL SG1 FILK ALL THE TIME.

Also, still feel as cozy as a hug from singing and playing last night with Paul and Katie. SCHMURRRRRR!

To biz, viz:

Note: Since tango is all about the sexxay time, herewith first stab at new tune. I am particularly happy about the verse part, which has been wandering around my brain for about four years attempting to latch onto a ‘real song’.

Sam n Jack’s Tango.

There will be a time /it is coming soon /when they’re going to talk /talk about their feelings x 2
But… they have to save the world
and matters not the reason
it happens every season
Keep those feelings tightly curled
try hard not to heed them
and act like you don’t need them

Ba dum dum dum!

Chorus:

He makes her heart go boom boom boom
When he saunters into the briefing room
he makes her brain go snap snap snap
He has that effect on her every synapse
He makes her limbic system go wild
When he grins at her like a child
He could order her to do a flip
…O’Neill is her CO, she needs to get a grip

Everybody knows, pretending not to see
How Samantha glows, how O’Neill is smirking
Everybody knows, pretending not to see
How the feeling grows, yeah, they got it working
Oh, my God, just get a room
Did we forget to mention, the mounting sexual tension
In the face of certain doom
Just wrap it up quite neatly, and do it real discreetly.

She makes his heart go boom boom boom
When she strides into some dark Ancient tomb
She makes his brain go snap snap snap
That little blue tank top makes his will collapse
She makes his limbic system go wild
When she leans on him like a child
he could order her to do some flips
“We’ve got a job to do” is what crosses his lips.

There will be a time…. it is coming sooooon