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Flyby Stardancer

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  1. WTF...why does Oregon forbid people from filling their own gas tanks? That makes no sense.

    So does Jersey. It gives people jobs and prevents certain accidents that can happen with customers pumping, mainly involving static electricity. Probably not necessary, but it is nice.


    It may be nice and convenient for you Oregonians... until one of you gets stuck out-of-state. I've heard fellow students up here in WA complain because they brought their cars with them up here to school, and when they got to WA...they had no idea how to fill their cars with gas. Kind of a problem when they leave for other states where there are no attendants to fill them for you.

  2. As with any college there are festivals where you can set up a booth and solicit materials ( I got several condoms from the health fair yesterday :wicked: )

    You don't even need to wait for a health fair to get free condoms at my school. :P CHWS (Center for Health and Wellness Services) has baskets and jars of free condoms in the waiting room and in their bathrooms, just TONS of them.

  3. Thanks for posting the link, Rhia! I just watched this... I kept refering to it as 'scary movie' while IMing to friends... And it really was very scary.


    And I felt so sorry for that one girl, though. She said she didn't care that other people thought her crazy because it was her god's judgement that mattered to her, but right after she said that she looked so lonely... And when she approached that lady in the bowling alley? I couldn't believe that!

  4. I was really happy with it...


    ...Then I read all the pages of critiques. ARGH. They all conflict with one another and so many didn't get it... And I have no idea which ones didn't get it because their minds couldn't allow for the possibility, or if they didn't get it just because it wasn't clear.


    ..And one of the people I was most worried about being angry over the poem? She got it and liked the poem. Go figure.

  5. Back!


    And it didn't go as bad as I were fearing. They all handled it quite maturely (except I have no clue about those who didn't speak up during class, and I haven't read all the responses yet). Some of them got the gist of what I was trying to say, others were a bit off base. Overall though, it was a bigger success than my last poem.

  6. I'd try to get the girl you originally spoke with alone and tell her up front that you don't appreciate having what you thought was a private conversation blabbed about to everyone she knows. Maybe throw something in there about you expecting more from someone who's part of a group that supposedly prides themselves on their morality. That might guilt-trip her into being more aware of how she affects other people.


    And I'd say go ahead and tell them where to find this place. It's not that hard, and they might actually learn something. ...Doubtful, but possible.

  7. Oh, you're gonna get fucked up... :mellow:




    Gee, thanks. :P



    Actually, I would be surprised if any believers would even catch the overall gist of the poem. I liked it myself. I liked it very much.


    This is my favorite line ----> "Blind ones speak louder to be seen."





    Good luck with this.

    Well, some of the students in my class are very perceptive when it comes to the poems, including one of the ones that wrote one of the religous poems in the first round.


    :D Thanks! I happen to like that line too.


    Wow, Flyby, that's a powerful piece of writing...I enjoyed that, but I will have to re-read it several times of course to get the full effect. (Poetry and literature aren't a strong suit with me).

    As to any flack from it, hey...don't fret over that 'til it happens, if it ever does. Who knows? I wonder...did Whitman or Byron ever do any hand wringing over something they had written?

    It's a heck of a lot better than the poem I wrote for the first round of critiques. And I know I shouldn't worry about it...but I do. My mom's trained being a worry-wort into me.

  8. I'm not sure if we're allowed to post anything submitted to class online without the prof's permission, but since you all seem to want to see it...


    "Unconditional Conditionals"


    Christian soldiers marching on

    the next Crusade for

    the new Holy Land.

    A dead forest of white covering the land;

    Each tree the same, only two branches.

    God blessed us, God smited us,

    Raise the rally cry!

    Ghostly enemies everywhere,

    As real as drugged illusions; crossed

    jewelry everywhere.


    Where are the decent folk?


    Good Father, hurt me, bleed me

    for in being myself I have lost Your love.

    Show me my wrongs with a switch.

    Merciful Father, make me cry;

    My tears are Your forgiveness.

    All men are free so long as

    they believe in You.


    The quiet ones hide away,

    Just doing as they are told;

    Truly sheep to be herded.

    Blind ones speak louder to be seen.


    How can love exist in so much hate?


    I speak but have no voice:

    Their emotions overrule my logic.

    They don’t want it to be, so it can’t

    be the truth of life.

    Wrapped in their security blanket,

    Unknowing of the beauty

    of things unconditional.

  9. I have intro to writing poetry every Tues/Thurs afternoon, and it's a workshop class where we submit poems and the rest of the class critiques them. Well, we passed around our second round of poems last Thursday, to start critiquing tomorrow. I'm really worried about how the poem I submitted for this round will be recieved, though. When I wrote it, it came out as being very in-your-face anti-Chriatian, a lot more so than how my own personal opinions run. I still submitted it because it was the best poem I had written since we submitted the first round of poems, and I trust my classmates to be mature in handling it.


    ...So why the heck am I still so worried about it?! I bet none of the people who submitted religious-themed poems the first round ever worried about offending non-Christians in the class... And I have a good class... But yet I'm still worrying myself over it! ...Luckily I won't have to wait long. My poem ended up being second on the list, thus will be critiqued during class tomorrow for sure... But I still have knots in my stomach over it. :unsure:

  10. I've told my parents and an aunt (we were talking about religion and stuff, and I was a bit surprised when I found out that she's agnostic too, and has views very similar to mine on religion), but I refuse to tell my grandparents. My grandma on my mom's side probably would understand, but I'm not sure because we never talk about religion. Besides, since we never talk about religion, there's no point in bringing it up! As for my grandparents on my dad's side... They're a lot more religious than the rest of us, and I think they'd worry needlessly over me if they found out. And they'd also probably (wrongfully) blame it on my mom. They already don't like my mom, thinking that she's the reason my dad rarely talks to them (actually, the times he DOES call them it's 'cause my mom practically ordered him to!), and that she's been a "corrupting influence" on him, when it couldn't be more the opposite. Also, they're having enough trouble with my grandma having Alzheimer's, so there's really no reason to tell them.

  11. The one thing I never understood about Christmas was how they led a bunch of kids into believing there was such a dude named Santa. Okay, the kids grow up and find out that Santa isn't real, what then? What the hell are they doing by making kids believe in something that they'll eventually find out is unreal? Why are they deceiving kids? Is there some explanation behind this?


    Because it's fun. It's fun when you're little to believe in Santa. I remember how excited I would get coming downstairs and seeing the empty cookie plate and milk glass I set out the night before. I didn't get to see a lot of goodwill or kindness come in my direction most of the year growing up (my father actually threw me across the room in a fit of rage on Christmas day when I was three). Around Christmastime Santa was...something safe to believe in. I didn't have to prove myself to Santa. Santa liked me and gave me stuff just because.


    I don't remember when or how I found out Santa wasn't real, or if I even had issues with it. I just remember my parents efforts in Christmas died a lot with Santa's legend after I got too old to believe Santa was a real person. My mother would just shove shit into boxes from last year instead of wrapping it, and if we wanted a fire in the fireplace or breakfast or anything, we had to do it ourselves. And we would never get to touch our presents till afternoon at the earliest so we missed out on getting to play with our friends because we were still waiting for the adults to get out of bed. We were absolutely not allowed to touch those gifts till then. Helping bake Danish Christmas cookies with my mom died away. A lot of the little things I really treasured about this time of year just went away, including Santa's main message of doing stuff for the people you love just because you care.


    I guess I can see why my parents just didn't want to do it anymore. I ended up getting stuck with their role in my teens after my dad left and I got stuck in the "Mom" role of the household. "Creating Christmas" was one of those duties and it was such bloody hard work, especially with nobody really giving a damn or helping you or finding ways to ruin the good time you so carefully created for them. I really started to hate the holidays.


    These days, I try not to repeat the same mistakes and try to have the fun I used to have. It's not quite the same thing, but right now we have snow on the ground and I ran outside today to play in it with my mp3 three player on while listening to the Charlie Brown version of "Oh Tannenbaum" as I made a little snowman.


    I deserved those few moments to feel like a five year old and get excited about Santa coming again.

    I agree. I loved preparing cookies and milk for Santa (we always baked sugar cookies and hand-painted them when I was little), and a bowl of oats for the reindeer. And then the joy of seeing what Santa had left in the morning was what really made the holidays for me.


    Even now, I still go through the motions even though it's been over a decade since I found out he wasn't real. My parents still fill up the stocking and leave one present too large to fit in it for me, the same way "Santa" would. And I still have my stocking that my grandmother hand-sewed for me that gets filled at her house, and it matches the ones she sewed for my brother and my cousins, when each of us joined the family. The Christmas before last I was still leaving out a plate of cookies for "Santa" (really it was down to two cookies on a small plate, instead of the much larger plate of cookies I left as a kid), because it's tradition for me and it still brings me pleasure to go through the motions and the memories, even though I know it's not real.


    I don't like Christmas that much, either. I used to as a kid, but as an adult, I've realized that it's all about obligations. It's about being obligated to buy people presents who you wouldn't otherwise buy presents for, except maybe on their birthdays. It's about being obligated to visit relatives who are mostly annoying and who you wouldn't have to visit otherwise. It's about having to put up decorations that you wouldn't put up otherwise.

    See, I don't see any obligations in Christmas. Maybe it's because those things that you view as "obligations" I view as something I want to do. I like getting and giving gifts to my family, especially since I never remember to the rest of the year even though I want to. And I enjoy getting to spend a whole day with them playing with said gifts and just hanging out when normally I'd only get maybe two or three hours a week with them. And my grandma's court is always very well decorated and has won best block decorations several years in the past. It's something that gives us pleasure during a time of year when the coldness and the decrease of daylight and the storms would make us feel worse.


    I supposed it has to do with what Christmas meant to your family and the experiences you had with it growing up. I love the holiday and don't see that it has anything to do with the birth of Jesus despite the claims to the contrary by the church.


    For me it was just a time of warm memories, family get togethers, and all that sappy cheer. I have a lot of nostagia for the Christmas times of my youth.

    I think you hit the nail on the head, right there. I love the good memories, and the fact that we're still doing them. The most religious my family has ever gotten about Christmas is my mom used to stay up to watch the midnight mass with the Pope on TV (she hasn't done it the past few years because she tires out too easily), and then the religious Christmas carols. What my family actually did together was never religous, but was about celebrating family and making good memories.

  12. My advice is to go about your business and don't worry about somebody's dog unless it causes you a problem. Sure, they're being dumbasses... but the world is full of dumbasses. There are millions of poorly cared for critters around- what's one more? If you confront them or call animal control, you're just going to end up with pissed off neighbors... and cause problems for people who haven't done YOU any harm.


    Hmmm... the wife is gonna be pissed when she reads that.


    That is the exact attitude that allows atrocities such as abuse to continue! Animal abuse/neglect can be a major sign of other abuses, including human abuse! And to say to do nothing aloows the abuser to continue, and think that s/he'll never get caught, and so the next generation will think it's alright as well. These sorts of things need to be reported, or else it'll never end! *growlrant*


    OP: I'd report them. If they can't be bothered to properly take care of their pet, they shouldn't have it.

  13. Roommate has a show on (I think on MTV) and one of the girls it's focussing on is trying to become a nun... The way she talks is just bugging me to no end.


    She was talking to a friend at a party and she went on about how sex should be between married people and yadda yadda...


    I wish I could just turn my ears off...

  14. growing up to be the next Shakespear


    Why would they want their kids to be the next Shakespeare? He had a not-so-good love life, and while he was a brilliant playwright, his plays were far from the good clean fun everyone seems to think they are... Penis jokes and sexual undertones EVERYWHERE, and some of his plays were quite political.

  15. I don't normally mind profanity unless it's overused. However, those who overuse it tend to have other problems that are equally 'offensive' to me. Things like improper spelling, atrocious grammar, atrocious capitalization/punctuation skills... In my opinion, if someone doesn't respect themselves enough to pay attention to such things, then they don't deserve my respect in reading their stuff. And horrible skills when I'm looking at fanfiction earns an automatic back-page.

  16. And of course, I didn't think of anything to say until after it was over. After I got back to my room I wrote a short rant/speech of what I came up with. I've posted it in my lj, and now I'm posting here.


    My great grandfather came to America from Mexico during the time of the Mexican Revolution and brought his wife and daughter with him. He wanted something better for his family, something he could not see them getting in Mexico. My grandfather was born an American citizen. He was raised to see the importance of the freedom and liberties that the founding fathers wanted for us. He was proud to be an American citizen, and took great joy in his rights and serving this country. He went to war for those liberties in Korea, and he fought to see justice prevail at home, in attending every jury he could be a part of. This is part of the story of my family, but it is not exclusive to my family. Many of the families in America came here because they wanted something better. They wanted the freedom, and for their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren to live in a place where civil liberties were respected and protected.


    However, the protections for those liberties are being eroded. In 2001, the Patriot Act was signed into law. Amongst other things, this Act provided for wire-tapping and other search methods without a warrant or probable cause. Simply stating a belief that the person could possibly be a terrorist would be enough of a "probable cause". While the Act sounds good and patriotic on paper, it is not. It violates the 4th Amendment right against unreasonable searches and seizures. More recently, Bush signed the Military Commissions Act of 2006. This act allows for the government to hold "enemy combatants" without charge, to abuse and torture said "enemy combatants", and takes away their right to habeas corpus. And while some may look at it and say that it is a fair law, since it shouldn't apply to American citizens, they need to look again. For one thing, this Act allows for legal violations of the Third Geneva Convention by government and military personnel. Second, if an American citizen is wrongfully imprisoned, they cannot take it to civil court while contained, but instead go through the military courts. One of the most offensive parts of this Act is the removal of the right to Habeas Corpus. Habeas Corpus is what protects prisoners from unjust imprisonment, and requires that the be allowed to see all the evidence against them. This is a right that is fundamental to the judicial system, and without it, how can one expect a fair trial, or even to have a trial at all?


    So, in honor of the Military Commissions Act of 2006, staff and students of my university put together a funeral for Habeas Corpus. This funeral was a call to action, and a plea to end the ignorance of the community (local and national) to what is going on in this country, by this country. It was held in a place symbolic to our point. On our campus we have cherry trees that were planted to remind us of the students whose attendance to the school was cut short by the Executive Order 9066 by President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Executive Order 9066 was the order for all Japanese and Japanese-Americans on the west coast to be relocated to internment camps during World War II. This was a grave violation of the rights and liberties of those American citizens, including that of Habeas Corpus. Our cherry trees were planted in hopes that no American citizen's rights would be so butchered again. The funeral for Habeas Corpus was held amongst those trees.


    Let us hope and strive, so that Habeas Corpus and all the other human rights are revived, so that no one need fear for their freedom.

  17. My first name is a derivative of "christian", but my mom chose it because she thought it was pretty, not because of what it meant. There was also a famous person who died the year I was born with the same name as me, but she spelled it the "traditional" way of spelling it, while mine is the most unusual way of spelling it.


    I personally find it a bit ironic that my first name is a reference to a religion that I don't identify myself as...

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