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Around 200. Give or take a few. The borders have changed a bit since I was in middle school Geography. ^_^
neversremedy8: (Joker Popcorn)
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Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome. No, seriously. The scene in which "Blaster" of the Master-Blaster character team has his helment knocked off, and he is revealed to be a developmentally delayed individual, whom Master refers to as having the mind of a child. When Max refuses to kill the, for all intents and purposes, innocent, he dies. I don't cry just because of his death, but because of his whole tragic life leading up to that point. The exploitation, the violence, and the likelihood that he may not have understood much of what happened since the post-apocalyptic world in which he lives came to be.

I cry because I cried as a child, and now it's an automatic reaction, my heartstrings tug, and the tears come out. For all its cheesiness, it still produced a true emotion.
neversremedy8: (Frank +/-)
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Hot pie, ice cream, and sex.
neversremedy8: (Intriguing)
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Only one? So hard to choose! I think though, it would likely be money. Though I considered nuclear power/bombs, really, the greed that comes from such an abstract thought as money and the absolute power it wields in our world would likely alter a large course of history. If something even less tangible could be erased, I would ask to remove hierarchy in social systems. Bye-bye colonialism throughout history, the need for anyone to be "on top" and oppress others, and thus, the need for money. If all the resources in a community are shared, if the skills of each person benefit the group, then violence, greed, and theft would be eliminated.

Of course, that would mean changing our primate biology, potentially back far enough to alter our course to be more like our bonobo cousins than our war-like chimpanzee family members. The former never suffered lack, and thus resolves conflict through sex; the latter had a scarcity of resources and turned to infanticide, rape (and the oppression of the females), and murder to deal with conflict.

Perhaps then I should simply erase the fear of scarcity within the minds of all humans. Imagine what the world would look like then?
neversremedy8: (Ecstasy! Ecstasy!)
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While with lots of time and thought I might be able to make a comprehensive list, perhaps even enough for a couple of mix CDs, the first that came to mind: Tori Amos covering "Angie" by the Rolling Stones.
neversremedy8: (My Favorite Plot Twists)
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Yes.


And no.
neversremedy8: (Briar Rose Awake)
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Dying. Or more specifically, being murdered by my jealous husband.

My earliest memory this life was feeding the ducks at Haller Lake when I was 8 months old.
neversremedy8: (Curiouser and Curiouser)
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Pick a reality show. Any reality show. I don't understand why you watch it.
neversremedy8: (Doh)
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I don't expect much from these films, I read the books, and they were brain bubblegum, fun for a few minutes, but left me hungry for something real. But I laughed so hard when my daughter, girlfriend, and I went to see New Moon, and they chose to end it on a gasp. *facepalm*

As [livejournal.com profile] thelibraryninja said, SM wrote two decent characters, and then did nothing with them. If I thought she could do something good with them, I'd like to see an Alice/Jasper spin-off, but she clearly just used them for her own Mary Sue ends.

I use the Twilight books as a standard by which to judge my own writing. I often ask myself, "Am I committing the same atrocious sins of writing she did? Can they be reasonably explained or forgiven?"

Example, I check in on the romantic coupling of one pair in particular and make certain there's a reason for them to like one another, that they've proven that there is something of their characters to make them worthwhile in a relationship. Sometimes I bug my co-author and ask, "But why does he love her?" (Or she him?)

I suppose for SM, she just assumed we would all like the whiny, deceitful, anti-social narcissist as much as her stalker did.

Still, reading the books was such a reminder of my teenage energy (there was inspiration!) that it prompted me to really dedicate myself to my own writing, and hopefully provide readers with something more fulfilling than bubblegum.
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As one reply said, "that's like asking me to choose between my hands and my feet," for after all, my favorite genre is science-fiction for watching, reading, and writing. However, I managed to split my answer into two. So many people said Star Wars, without identifying which film, some said Star Wars, and meant Episode I (ouch). Other major contenders were 2001, Blade Runner, Back to the Future, and The Day the Earth Stood Still (the original; "Klaatu Berada Nikto"). One person even said, Dune, bless them, but no. As wonderful as all most of those are, I chose two films, one classic sci-fi, and the other more recent:

Logan's Run and part III of Children of Dune by the Sci-Fi channel (before they became the ridiculously named and poorly managed "SyFy")


They may not be the best films ever, but they're the ones I go back to again and again. They don't border into any other cross-genre like horror, noir, comedy, or otherwise, they are pure science fiction, and the latter choice did an excellent job (James MacAvoy, Susan Sarandon) of capturing the essence of the particular characters in the same titled book. As for Logan's Run ("Renew! Renew!"), any sci-fi film that quotes T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Cats wins my vote.
neversremedy8: (Evil Plot)
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I can't even think about hosting my own radio show without automatically thinking of Pump up the Volume, a film about challenging the FCC's rules against free speech--about reclaiming the airwaves.

I doubt if I were to run a radio station of my own that I'd up really challenging anyone. Though much of the music I enjoy these days is not mainstream, I'm far from the in-crowd that's heading to small dives to listen to the latest sound (I have that whole kid factor to consider). Whatever I played though, any DJs would be speaking out against the insanity in the world. Left wing. Liberal. Suversive. Call it what you will, but I won't have any cowards on my staff staying safe in the conservative middle.

As for television ... Now there's a medium! Do you really want me to have that kind of power? Perhaps it's in the visual stories that I could better express myself. Radio doesn't hold the same hold on the masses the way the big glowing box does.

You know, I think it's best to end speculation right here. Frodo, don't hand me that ring! I'm starting to get a little fey in thinking about what a person with enough money, influence, and ovaries can do with access to creating television shows to change the minds of a nation--or a world.
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A headless angel with a thousand wings who walks between the light and dark paths.

A fox-goblin mask designed by Jim Henson meant to incite laughter and fear.

A trio of elite warriors, using the shadows to bring justice to a draconian world.

A rogue telepath flinging the bodies of a hegemon's guard out of the way of the final set of doors.
neversremedy8: (Cindy Lou Who Who Was No More Than Two)
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Last Christmas morning we awoke to find our power out, and we'd already been suffering through Snowpocalypse 2008. Our home was surrounded by two feet of snow, and our fridge and freezer, filled with the goodies I intended to make for our meals that day were threatened. We opened presents in the gray light of morning, each of us bundled and wrapped in warm clothing and blankets. My daughter wore her hooded vest over her bathrope as she tore apart the paper.

My partner and I piled our food in a box, wrapped in plastic, and placed it outside in the snow. I can't recall what we ate for breakfast, but it wasn't the long-awaited bagels, lox, and schmear, which was traiditional in my mother's home. We built up a fire in the brick oven, and gathered around my daughter's Hello Kitty table on a blanket. I tried to keep them entertained by singing and playing games. Since we couldn't rely on the brick oven to cook the duck and accoutrements (at least I had no experience doing so), we made nachos. They were the messiest, cheesiest nachos we'd ever made in that house, and our hands were sticky afterwards.

Throughout the afternoon and evening (since it was exceptionally dark that day), our house was filled with Shabbat candles that flickered around us and cast long shadows overhead. Just as we were getting restless, and I had suggested another game, that they'd agreed on, the lights came back on and suddenly they didn't want to sit together chatting or playing simple games. They went immediately to hook up the new Wii, and I was left sitting alone on the blanket. Neither of them really got into the time together, neither of them sang with me or showed enthusiasm, and it just felt like a big disappointment. I know there are families who do well when the lights go out; they gather together and find ways to entertain each other, but neither my partner nor my daughter could enjoy themselves without being hooked in. If it weren't for the cold seeping into our bodies, and the stiffness at sitting in a small corner of the house huddled by the oven, I might have pulled the plug for a week to get them to try to enjoy the chance to be close and live simply.
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We Started This Op'ra Sh*t



Band Leader:
Everybody, everybody!

Everybody:
Get up! Get up!

Band Leader:
Oh yeah! S-s-s-stand up!

Everybody:
Don't be shy!

Band Leader:
Hah, hah! People, people, people!

Everybody:
Get up! Get up! Get up!

Band Leader:
Whoo! Everybody, everybody...

Everybody:
Testify!

Band Leader:
...everybody!

Band Leader:
Get down, get down now. S-s-s-stand up!
Don't be shy. People, people, people! Cut up, get up, get up! Everybody testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Band Leader:
Testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Everybody:
Testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Band Leader:
Testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Band Leader:
State your name!

Genterns:
Genterns...genterns...genterns...(orgasmic sounds)

Luigi:
S-s-s-s-s-s-saved!

[ Repo The Genetic Opera Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Band Leader:
Everybody, everybody get down get down now! S-s-s-s-stand up!
Don't be shy! People, people, people! Get up, get up, get up!
Everybody, everybody test-i-fy!

Single Mother:
I needed a kidney transplant desperately. Genco showed this single mom sympathy.
This makeover came for a small added fee. Now I look smashing on live t.v!

Rotti:
Be healed!

Band Leader, Pavi, and Luigi:
You know you want it baby, Genco's got it! You know you want it baby, Genco's got it!

Rotti:
(Vocalizes)

Genterns:
I really need it.

Band Leader, Pavi, and Luigi:
You know you want it baby, genco's got it!

Genterns:
I've got to have it. All I need is surgery.

Everybody:
I was infected by my genetics.

Rotti:
Testify!

Everybody:
Now I'm perfected by your cosmetics.

Rotti:
Testify!

Band Leader:
Hey hey, hey hey! Hey hey, hey hey!
Hey hey, hey hey!

Genterns:
All I need is surgery!

Band Leader:
Hey hey, hey hey!

Everybody:
I was infected by my genetics.

Genterns:
All I need is surgery!

Band Leader:
Hey, hey, hey hey! Everybody, everybody make your genetics your bitch!

Rotti:
Testify!
neversremedy8: (Smug Rogue)
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Does Doctor Who count as an investigator? 'Cause really, who else would I want to help me? *purrs*

If Doctor Who is unavailable, I think I'd call Bigby Wolf from Bill Willingham's Fables. I'd just have to pray he'd take my case despite being a mundane and not a fable. If he agrees to help me, he can intimidate anyone trying to frame me just by cornering him, and if his big bad glare doesn't work, he could always try the ol' huff-and-puff. I think Ana would agree.
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You do not choose your spirit animal, the spirit animal chooses you.

And to share one's guides with the unnamed world is to disrespect the sacred gifts that the guides offer.

[... Bitch.]
neversremedy8: (Cindy Lou Who Who Was No More Than Two)
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In no particular order:
1. Getting up the courage to go back to college (and being accepted).
2. Making new friends.
3. Learning to knit.
4. Finding new ways to talk to my daughter.
5. My magical visit with Mom & Steph.
6. Watching my daughter start to figure things out.
7. Seeing my goddaughter blossom into her own.
8. Knowing my [livejournal.com profile] gira found a place to be happy.
9. Being with Craig.
10. 4.0 in ANTH 101, 3.5 in Linguistics!
neversremedy8: (Maggie Mischief)
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Civil liberties. I hear they exist, but I don't believe it. The last I'd heard, they'd been hunted to extinction here in the United States. I suppose there might be a few small ones left out there, hiding. Maybe we can put them on the endangered species list?

Oh, um, I mean Nessie. Anything water-bound and Scottish. Yeah. Nessie.
neversremedy8: (Evil Plot)
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Oral sex day! Oh wait, I think that one already exists. Cunnilingus day? It's probably out there as well.

How about the holiday we celebrate every year for the day in U.S. history when the people rose up and demanded and received services that are tantamount to basic human rights: universal health care, living wages, reasonable work hours and six weeks paid vacation (plus paid maternity leave and paid sick leave), free university, and clean housing for all its citizens. Oh, and let's not forget: high quality early education teachers and day cares, and adequate care and respect for our elderly.

We'll call it "About Fucking Time" Day. We can celebrate it every first Tuesday in November as we go to the polls to ensure our freedoms and basic human needs are met each and every day for ourselves and our children.

This will--as you must know--be the day that we give the boot to the corporate lobbyists and radical right nutjobs that seem to think private companies should be bailed out by tax payers' money, women should be denied the right to choose what they do with their bodies and their lives, America is an empire and has the right to invade other countries for their resources, and freedom is a privilege, not a right.

Yeah. Anytime now. I'm waiting. *taps foot* I've got my party hat on and my Guy Fawkes mask at the ready.
neversremedy8: (Imperious)
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Considering the years I spent in my youth studying multiple personalities or D.I.D., and how easily such a mental coping structure can be temporarily adopted to suit an imaginative process, I'm struck by the widespread assumption of this question that most people have more than one "persona" just as a couple of my partners have had more than one "personality." ;)

All I can say is I still fight the blade-loving dark entity I once named Ramona, but I'm grateful that Mathilda helped me to get over my fear of driving stick. Ahem.

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