November 18th, 2000

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Darktrain, how does that limb counting game go again?

I'm going to have to cut you off....

How? Why didn't I know about this up until now? Stuck in the wrong body, indeed.

Holy crow.

When I was very young, a woman visited my mother who was missing four fingers on her left hand. I couldn't stop staring at that smooth plane of skin. Even now, I can remember how she held an Oreo cookie with just her thumb.

I'm gearing up for a new writing project, in which I was asked to come up with a signature character. My first thought was a man paralyzed from the waist down.

And yet, I have no desire to lose any of my limbs.

Maybe this is some kind of backlash against the very comfort of our culture. It's certainly plausible that an urge to seek challenge could make its way into the genetic code. It's not hard to imagine survival advantages in that... When one is raised in perfect comfort, perhaps the idea of making life more difficult becomes appealing -- even to the point of pathology. If, indeed, one can claim that the desire to have one's leg sawn off is "sick" while the desire to have one's nose reduced is not...

What freaked me was the discusion of how these people had an alternate body image, like a transsexual, that their born-body didn't match, and so they had never felt physically right in some instinctive way. This suggested that:

A) They are souls reborn.

B) In their last life, they were not human.

Perhaps they are fallen angels, and need amputations to suit their vague concepts of their severed, phantom wings.
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Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
Pure Imagination

Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin with a spin
Trav'ling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there's nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be
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    Ooompa- Loompa-ish
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hunter thompson.

How to Handle Highway Traffic Cops

"Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic-
cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the
side when he sees the big red light behind him . . . and then he will
start apologizing, begging for mercy.
This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. The thing to
do -- when you're running along at a hundred or so and you suddenly
find a red flashing CHP-tracker on your trail -- what you want to do
then is ACCELERATE. Never pull over with the first siren howl.
Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all
the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won't know what to make
of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right.

This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull
off and talk. . . keep signalling and hope for an off-ramp, one of those
uphill side-loops with a sign saying Max Speed 25 ... and the trick, at
this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute
at no less than a hundred miles an hour..."

"He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will
take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn
at this speed . . . but you will be READY for it, braced for the Gs and
the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a
complete stop off the road at the top of the turn and be standing beside
your car by the time he catches up.
He will not be reasonable at first. He will want the first word. Let
him have it. His brain will be in turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even
pull his gun. Let him unwind. Keep smiling. The idea is to show him that
you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle -- while
HE lost control of everything."

Hunter Thompson
"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas"
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Just one more.

"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive....' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: 'Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'
Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. 'What the hell are you yelling about?' he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. 'Never mind,' I said. 'It's your turn to drive.' I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough."
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yo, ho ho, and a bottle of rum!

Coconut rum, to be precise. That, some fine pineapple juice and a splach of cranberry is what this tropical boy is enjoying tonight. maybe play a little aok online, to challenge sweetalyssm to a rematch, or to be a good partner to destroy our mutual enemies. :)

Tomorrow morning, I have a lot of duties to perform... laundry, kitty supplies. Also might get together with little brother some time... not sure what the future holds. Hopefully spend more time with the girl, we got disconnected tonight...things there look bright to me. :)

Maybe I should tuck into bed? not tired. one game of AOK should put me down. :) If anyone wants to play, I'll be playing on the zone at

in the dark ages room.