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It's a little bit of everything tonight.
1.Go into your LJ's archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
Anyway, we went out 3 times yesterday. (That was Monday, October 8th, 2001 - I was learning to drive.)
I shouldn't have run myself down so badly last night - I realized after I turned off the computer that there had been a reason I was staying up. I had put more soil in the philodendron plant I repotted like 2 weeks ago, and watered it, and had to give it time to pee before hanging it back up over the recliner chair.
And you know you think too much about fanfic when you start dreaming about it... Yes, I had a Ghostbusters dream last night.
They were on the top of a building when a small person (leprecaun?
well, I'll call it that. some kind of trickster, as it turned
out...) riding a seagull came by. Ray was the only one who could see
this leprecaun, when then flew over to him and offered him a large
iron key, and told him that the rooftop was too dangerous and should
be locked off so that nobody would go up there again. He told
everyone to go in from the rooftop, but then the leprecaun told him
to lock them all in a small room just inside. He did that, put the
key in his pocket, and his body fell to the ground (in a coma, I
think). His spirit came out of his body and followed the leprecaun,
and he forgot what he'd just done.
That was where I woke up.
Probably of no use in a story, but if anyone wants it, take it.
Now for the "fucking-a" section of my journal for the night. There is a link to photos. Be warned - you might not want to look.
War atrocities being committed by Americans in Iraq. (I almost have to wonder if there's something evil about the particular place - it's an installation Saddam's people used to use for torture.)
Here's the link to the BBC story about said atrocities, courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
camwyn. What kills me is that a soldier could claim, to the reporter, that he asked for direction from superiors and never saw a copy of the Geneva Convention until after the events. Doesn't fly. The existance, if not the details, of the Geneva Convention is common knowledge to anyone who's ever seen a war movie, and one should really not need to be told to treat prisoners with some common human decency.
However, I do still think we need to support our troops in Iraq and everywhere else we have people stationed.camwyn wrote a long and well-worded post to this effect, and I'm far too tired to re-work the theme. The pivotal line of her post (I thought) was "What do they have to come back to, if no one here reaches out to them? "
1.Go into your LJ's archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
Anyway, we went out 3 times yesterday. (That was Monday, October 8th, 2001 - I was learning to drive.)
I shouldn't have run myself down so badly last night - I realized after I turned off the computer that there had been a reason I was staying up. I had put more soil in the philodendron plant I repotted like 2 weeks ago, and watered it, and had to give it time to pee before hanging it back up over the recliner chair.
And you know you think too much about fanfic when you start dreaming about it... Yes, I had a Ghostbusters dream last night.
They were on the top of a building when a small person (leprecaun?
well, I'll call it that. some kind of trickster, as it turned
out...) riding a seagull came by. Ray was the only one who could see
this leprecaun, when then flew over to him and offered him a large
iron key, and told him that the rooftop was too dangerous and should
be locked off so that nobody would go up there again. He told
everyone to go in from the rooftop, but then the leprecaun told him
to lock them all in a small room just inside. He did that, put the
key in his pocket, and his body fell to the ground (in a coma, I
think). His spirit came out of his body and followed the leprecaun,
and he forgot what he'd just done.
That was where I woke up.
Probably of no use in a story, but if anyone wants it, take it.
Now for the "fucking-a" section of my journal for the night. There is a link to photos. Be warned - you might not want to look.
War atrocities being committed by Americans in Iraq. (I almost have to wonder if there's something evil about the particular place - it's an installation Saddam's people used to use for torture.)
Here's the link to the BBC story about said atrocities, courtesy of
camwyn. What kills me is that a soldier could claim, to the reporter, that he asked for direction from superiors and never saw a copy of the Geneva Convention until after the events. Doesn't fly. The existance, if not the details, of the Geneva Convention is common knowledge to anyone who's ever seen a war movie, and one should really not need to be told to treat prisoners with some common human decency. However, I do still think we need to support our troops in Iraq and everywhere else we have people stationed.
camwyn wrote a long and well-worded post to this effect, and I'm far too tired to re-work the theme. The pivotal line of her post (I thought) was "What do they have to come back to, if no one here reaches out to them? "