Burning at the Center of Time

Ancient and Forever

Don't read any of my old posts.  I was a whiny-ass twat, wasn't I?

I was.  Just pretend none of those happened.

Cough - cough...gasp.

Well, hello there - old friend.  Good to see that not much has changed and that I haven't missed much.

There are other means to communicate with me; that's for sure.

Update:  uh.  Well.  I'm engaged.  And out of college.  And without a teaching job.  How about them apples?

Writer's Block: If You Build It
Think about your dream home. Tell us -- where is it, what does it look like, and what's always stocked inside?

Writer's Block: One Captain to Rule Them all
Ready, set, engage -- who gets your vote for the best Star Trek captain? What is it about them that puts them at the top of the list?
I'd like to get one thing straight, first: I love Trek.  I really do.  I think it's a fantastic universe.  And the age old question of Kirk or Picard?  Why not both?

But, of the two, I would have to go with Picard simply because he's the captain that got me into the universe.  He was all I had available to me as a toddler in the first house we lived in.  And we didn't even always get Star Trek.  It was a huge awesomeness when that show was on.  It was usually a marathon, too.  It was the only time where I would be still and silent as I watched the Enterprise coast through the galaxy.

Fo sho.

Writer's Block: Fantastic plastic
Would you consider having plastic surgery?
If anything at all, it might be a reduction.  My physician has asked that I think about it because of chronic back pain.  But for the moment, I'm young and I can deal with it.  Other than that, no.  Nuh-uh.  No thanks.  Believe it or not, I'm happy with me.  Of course there's always going to be something I may not like; but, that's esthetics.  And human nature.  But whatever.  I am an esthetic part of nature.  And nature isn't perfect.  Why would I want to be imperfect in an imperfect perfection of life?

Writer's Block: Festival of Lights
What do you love about Hanukkah?

It was said on the day of my birth...
...the ghost of a dead man, walked the earth.
Ah.  Ty Stone.  Marvelous anthem to my life currently.

So; whether you know this or not, before school started this year, I ended up being sexually assaulted after walking a friend home.  Though I appreciate the sentiment, it's okay; you can spare me your sympathies and give them to people who really are in need of them.  I don't want that to sound bitchy, because the tone I'm trying to convey isn't, but eh.

So yesterday, I was assaulted again with forced entry to my home.  Excuse me?  You come into my house and expect me to just lie down?  No.  I didn't swing at them.  I simply moved them.  *sigh*  Hello all you happy people.  I miss you.

Writer's Block: Just stop, already!
What’s your biggest pet peeve?

If I had to narrow it down to one pet peeve, it would probably be constant immaturity.  I know that's rather broad...but it covers a lot of ground. 

Believe it or not, I noticed in my growing up that a lot of people don't/refuse to identify me by my name.  I don't know why.  It's not overly difficult.  So when someone does happen to address me by my name rather than assume that they have my attention, I notice.  With that being said, for example: there is a girl in the Conservatory that calls me by name in a sing-song like tone.  Now I've asked her more than thrice to knock it off.  She persists.  That happens to be nails on a chalkboard to me.

I also accept that I use a decent amount of immaturity on a daily basis to an extent.  That's What She Said jokes that actually involve imagination don't just grow on trees, you know.  They take time, love, care, nurturing, and tenderness before they are unleashed onto the world.  I just happen to be very good at that.  Very quickly.

But you get the idea.  There's always that jack-ass that is immature for the sake of immaturity and it makes me want to put a ball and chain on their leg and throw them into the ocean.

And hello.  I've been away for a while.  My bad.

Writer's Block: Father figure
Saint Connor
What's the most memorable piece of advice your father has shared with you?

Which one, eh?

He's never given me advice.  If he does talk to me, it's about something trivial at his office or he gave me orders that were a little demanding at the time.  For example, right after I had a lot of my family pass away right after the other, he came up to me and yelled for I was crying.  I was told to never cry in front of anyone because doing so made you weak.

Now, I understand that everyone, in some capacity, has their weaknesses.  But in my household the German side stays strong most of the time and it makes us stubbornly proud,  He fed off of that which was a dick thing to do in the first place.  Has he given me advice?  I'd have to say no.

On the other hand, I've had a lot of fatherly figures, and there's advice galore there.  But on this Father's Day I don't have much to feel fuzzy about.  So I won't.  It's just another Sunday in June.

Writer's Block: Going boldly
If you could be any Star Trek character, who would you be, and why?

Bones.  Not only is it a sweet-ass nickname, Bones was and is the shit.  Spock and Scotty share specific awesome places in my heart.  But being Bones would be pretty sweet.

I don't know why.  Bones just seems like the character I most closely act like.  It'd be an easier transition.


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