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The sky: most epic sadface ever. ):

I wish I'd managed a good photo of it. (I will probably be scraping astro-blogs to make an icon or two later. Just 'cause, y'know.)

Anyway. I was going to post some music, and photos, and stuff, but I apparently suck too much to figure out how to log in to my webspace account. ):

Also, I have very nearly 900 paper cranes folded, I recounted them tonight, and I still don't have a wish. (I started folding them the winter my father died. I didn't have a wish then, either, but it was something I could do, when I needed to do something but couldn't. And I've kept it up, off and on, because it helps, to make something and put what I'm feeling in it. And I use candy wrappers and eat the chocolate as I go, which also helps.)

So. If you had a thousand paper cranes, what would you do with them?

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I'm picturing a FLY, MY PRETTIES, FLY scenario.

See, I *want* to do that, but then my "must not litter!" reflex kicks in and the liberal guilt stops me. (I'm trying to think of some way to get around that, but it is hard.)

Hee, yeah, my husband wanted to be sure to see the cosmic frownyface, and we happened to be on a balcony of a nicely situated building shortly after sunset, and it was AWESOME.

I was walking home from the library last night, watching it the whole way home! And since we're so far under urban glow, they were the only lights I could see in the sky at all.

I once had twenty or so paper cranes, and used needle-and-thread to string them, three or four on a string, and hung them from my ceiling. I bet with nine hundred you could make a full curtain for a window or door or wall covering.

ARGH that was siegeofangels.

I had them strung up and hanging like that in my room before, actually! But now I live with cats. Cats that eat things. Cats that play with things. Cats that have been known to levitate in order to get at feathers that were carefully stuck eight feet up where they couldn't possibly reach them.

So, probably not wise. (Some of them are still strung; I may do the rest. It makes it easier to keep count, anyway.)

.... donate them to a third-grade class which is reading that book about the thousand paper cranes? In a big clear bottle.

...but sister they are ugly.

.... they are shiny with pretty colors!

This would be a *see how many* exercise, not a *see how pretty* one.

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