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stellar_dust-- guess what I just found on the top shelf in my closet? A whole stack of X files you gave me a couple of years ago. Including The Cloning File, The Face on Mars File, The Subliminal Messages File, and The Sex in Zero-G File (subtitled "THRUST NO ONE". Hey, that would make a good fic title...)
Actually, I've found a *lot* of really good stuff in my room. I've been going through the bags and boxes of papers which have just been piling up in there since my freshman year of college. But all my CMST stuff is back there too, and every letter I've gotten since I was in preschool, and a lot of other interesting things. I may scan & type in a juicy selection later. Hmm.katrianya's sixth birthday party, night_daughter at CMST after seventh grade, a colored-pencil drawing of Polaris Black and the rest of Moody's Angels from the first month I was reading HP fic, a list of Malekisms . . . (Yes, I *am* a pack rat, why to you ask?)
I'm punishing myself by doing this because I had sworn to myself I'd go to college park today and take care of some things that are *way* overdue. (like, register for classes.) But I chickened out and slept instead. I really am an entirely useless person. Plus, I dreamed I set the backyard on fire trying to make bricks.
I blame Sam Gribley. When I was feeling especially sorry for myself this afternoon, I picked up the copy of My Side of the Mountain which I bought at Goodwill on Monday. (it's with the 1969 movie. I didn't even know there *was* a movie. Has anyone seen it? Is it as bad as I suspect?) Anyway, Sam taught me when I was young and impressionable that I didn't need to worry about succeeding in "society" because if I ever really couldn't shake it, I could just run off and live in the woods, and I would be fine. And happy. And you know what? I still believe that. Dad even owned a piece of abandoned property on the top of a mountain. (Hmm. I wonder who paid the property taxes on the Gribley farm. Somehow I suspect it wasn't Sam.)
My Side of the Mountain was the first. Later I read The Ordinary Princess and The Boxcar Children and The Children of the New Forest and Baby Island and The Swiss Family Robinson and a bunch of others. It doesn't matter that I haven't even managed to spend a whole night out in the open; if they could do it, I can. I should.
That probably doesn't foster a particularly productive attitude toward society, though, hmm? I am going to do it someday, though.
Mom and I are heading out to Ohio Friday, so I will be even less online than usual the next week and a half or so. Fair warning.
stellar_dust-- guess what I just found on the top shelf in my closet? A whole stack of X files you gave me a couple of years ago. Including The Cloning File, The Face on Mars File, The Subliminal Messages File, and The Sex in Zero-G File (subtitled "TActually, I've found a *lot* of really good stuff in my room. I've been going through the bags and boxes of papers which have just been piling up in there since my freshman year of college. But all my CMST stuff is back there too, and every letter I've gotten since I was in preschool, and a lot of other interesting things. I may scan & type in a juicy selection later. Hmm.
katrianya's sixth birthday party, night_daughter at CMST after seventh grade, a colored-pencil drawing of Polaris Black and the rest of Moody's Angels from the first month I was reading HP fic, a list of Malekisms . . . (Yes, I *am* a pack rat, why to you ask?)I'm punishing myself by doing this because I had sworn to myself I'd go to college park today and take care of some things that are *way* overdue. (like, register for classes.) But I chickened out and slept instead. I really am an entirely useless person. Plus, I dreamed I set the backyard on fire trying to make bricks.
I blame Sam Gribley. When I was feeling especially sorry for myself this afternoon, I picked up the copy of My Side of the Mountain which I bought at Goodwill on Monday. (it's with the 1969 movie. I didn't even know there *was* a movie. Has anyone seen it? Is it as bad as I suspect?) Anyway, Sam taught me when I was young and impressionable that I didn't need to worry about succeeding in "society" because if I ever really couldn't shake it, I could just run off and live in the woods, and I would be fine. And happy. And you know what? I still believe that. Dad even owned a piece of abandoned property on the top of a mountain. (Hmm. I wonder who paid the property taxes on the Gribley farm. Somehow I suspect it wasn't Sam.)
My Side of the Mountain was the first. Later I read The Ordinary Princess and The Boxcar Children and The Children of the New Forest and Baby Island and The Swiss Family Robinson and a bunch of others. It doesn't matter that I haven't even managed to spend a whole night out in the open; if they could do it, I can. I should.
That probably doesn't foster a particularly productive attitude toward society, though, hmm? I am going to do it someday, though.
Mom and I are heading out to Ohio Friday, so I will be even less online than usual the next week and a half or so. Fair warning.