Everyone I Ever Was and Everyone I Ever Will Be

If anybody could explain to me why I dreamed that I unleashed Armageddon by playing a cursed CD at a party, I would certainly appreciate it.

*heads off wondering how to work this into a story*

*channeling inner seven-year old*

Snow day tomorrow!!!!

*does the I-get-to-sleep-in dance, which I assure you is just as dorky as it sounds*

Yay.

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines

Found in silverjewel7's lj.

"First things first. To the death."

"No. To the pain."

"I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase."

"I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon."

"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me."

"It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose."

"And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight."

"I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right."

"And then my ears, I understand, let's get on with it."

"Wrong. Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain' means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."

"I think you're bluffing."

"It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again . . . perhaps I have the strength after all. Drop. Your. Sword."

Waking up about every hour and a half all night is not fun. Now I really don't want to go to work.

Oh well. At least this weekend's a three-day one.

*wanders off yawning*

Because I have on a camouflage t-shirt, and pants that sport a pink and silver glittery butterfly decal. Look on my terrible fashion sense, ye mighty, and despair.

In other words, time to do laundry.

I've had a paid account for about twenty minutes now, and I'm loving it. Hee.

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Now, I have twenty-eight icons to find, and possibly a background wallpaper. . .

ETA: Okay, less than twenty-eight. I forgot that I'd saved some icons a few weeks back after I decided to get a paid account today. :-)

"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.
Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.
Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth.
Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder hate.
In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes.
Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."

"A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom."

"Cowardice asks the question - is it safe?
Expediency asks the question - is it politic?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
And there comes a time when one must take a position
that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular;
but one must take it because it is right."

"An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law."

"The question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be . . . the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists."

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."

"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly."

"Somehow this madness must cease. We must stop now.
I speak as a child of God and brother to the suffering poor of Vietnam.
I speak for those whose land is being laid waste, whose homes are being destroyed, whose culture is being subverted.
I speak for the poor in America who are paying the double price of smashed hopes at home and death and corruption in Vietnam.
I speak as a citizen of the world, for the world as it stands aghast at the path we have taken.
I speak as an American to the leaders of my own nation.
The great initiative in this war is ours. The initiative to stop it must be ours."

"Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed."

"He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it."

"We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies."

Martin Luther King Jr.

There was a lot of chirping and tweeting going on outside, and I pulled back the curtain expecting to see birds in the trees or on the phone lines . . . oh no. There were tons of them on the front lawn. Then they noticed me as I was trying to take a picture, and so they flew off and now I can hear twittering coming from the roof.

Bizarre.

The joys of trash day. Yuck.

Normally, it's really not that bad. But of course, on the one day that Chris has to go in to work early and is therefore not here to help me, two things happen.

1) As I'm carrying the trash bag to the front door, it rips. Not entirely open, thank goodness, but enough to definitely let me know that some kind of cup got tossed away when it still had liquid in it. Very, very smelly liquid by this time. Ewwwwwwww.

2) We ran out of cat pan liners last week, so I tried to line the box with a trash bag. *That* worked out well. So I dump the litter into the second trash bag as best I can, and then look into the litter box to see Ewwwwwww, the sequel. I rinse out the box in the bathtub, trying to hold my breath.

I am so not cleaning anything for the rest of the day. :-P