The Way of Things

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I have been told that I have a dark side.

I believe this is true of most people, but the way in which I am told this makes me think that my dark side must be something to see. I don't think about it much, and not because of some devil-may-care attitude. The fact is, I do care, about I great many things. I am...
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Interlude

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I am taking today off, on the count of not being well, evidenced by my desire to see nearly everything around me burn. Should you like, I will post a note from the nether-regions of my soul. Otherwise, sleep well, and I'll write something proper tomorrow.

B.

PS - Any comments should be kept to yourself. Get well messages of any sort, on the other...
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Disclosure, Pt. 2

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I am, if nothing else, a man of my word, so here we go . . .

Sadly, this entry must be brief, for even though it is only 730am, it feels worse, as I was finally in bed by 130 and up at 5oo. Just too much going on, and I am due to lead a research team on campus in an hour. The...
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Everywhere Present

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I grew up in very warm, if not tropically hot, places. I had only seen a real snowfall a handful of times before moving to the Great Lakes some years ago, and I have never endured a winter like this. I thirst for sun and warmth, and by now the snow pack should melting or gone and the air in the 40's or so. By...
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iggy:
I am the opposite of you. I grew up in New Jersey and am now residing in an area that is typically known for its early springs and hot summers and little to no snowfall. I generally don't mind the cold. It's the snow I don't like. It makes me nervous and leaves me feeling claustrophobic. I agree, I think the people complaining about the cold aren't really complaining about the air temperature, but about not being able to feel the sun on their bare arms or admire the way the women shed their layers gracefully, as if they're all born again. 
blueeyedgael:
You are outstanding. That is a breathtaking way to put it, and yes, a thousand times yes! Nothing is as intoxicating as watching women bloom like the trees, exploding into all the delicate power and marvelous shades of bare flesh, released from winter's grasp. A woman with a tattoo and a sundress in the warmth of spring will find me a most willing servant. Stunning.

Unfiltered, by reason of exhaustion

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I am really fucking tired this AM. Long, academic type day yesterday (8AM to 11PM), up at 5 to walk my pooch in Arctic air, and now, the day ahead. I swear to all the heavens that it would feel like sunshine shining right out of his ass if that worthless weatherman could raise the temperature in this part of the world by 20 degrees...
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iggy:
heavily inked and well dressed. Yum. 
blueeyedgael:
I do my best . . . so do you, as far as I can tell ;) .

Disclosure, Pt. 1

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So you may or may not desire more information, but after my whole self-indulgent "10 things" post, I thought I'd spend at least a couple entries filling in the picture. After that, you'll have to find another way to satisfy your raging curiosity (or frustration - I don't have much in the way of lines to fill anyway, and color in pastels regardless). After this,...
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iggy:
You and I are very much alike. 
blueeyedgael:
This, I suspect, is why a chat seems so natural.

Great Ideas and Community Property

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I always liked Community Property in Monopoly, 2nd only to Free Parking, probably because it a) was usually beneficial, b) was open to everyone, and c) I was terrible at the game otherwise. A good score on Free Parking would pay for at least one extra trip around the board. Free market board games? Not your guy. Scrabble? Bring it, bitches.

At any rate, today...
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Drawn

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Night is still deep around my home.

Sleeplessness is a strange thing. Too long without rest (4 or 5 days) and your body will begin to shut down, to die. Yet something so essential to life is so easily disturbed. This night, I have ached and hungered; a ravenous insomnia. If I were to lose sleep, I'd prefer it be in a warm embrace. But...
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Admiration . . .

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Admiration is one of those things that is so highly subjective to be damn near meaningless. Much like the word "god": if a politician, an athlete, a televangelist, and a porn star can all publicly use the word ("I just want to thank god") in an apparently sincere form, then one has to question if anybody using that word is talking about the same fucking...
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The Blustery Day

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I don't have much down time, and the real bitch of it is that when I do have down time I simply can't go to the places I would most love to visit. Fuck visit; if I could, I'd just move there in a state of very early and semi-permanent retirement.

Rivendell. Wonderland. Heorot. The Hundred Acre Woods. (And yes, my first degree had a...
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