Scent of a woman

It's the smell, dammit.

Sight's and sounds can evoke memories of events. Only smells can evoke memories of feelings. Not real feelings, but memories vivid enough that they feel real. Ashley's house has a very distinctive smell. It's probably the smell of all the animals carrying out their lives, but to me, it's the smell of everything I've had with her. It's the smell I can't stand. If it weren't for that smell, there wouldn't be a problem. As it is, it was like, the most akward party ever. All because of the smell of a relationship. It's interesting, really. You don't think of smells like that normally.

Best CD ever

I've just burned the best CD ever. It's called Broadway Lover's Pizza, and it contains:

1. I Need to Know - from Jekyll and Hyde
2. God Save the People - from Godspell
3. Man of La Mancha - from Man of La Mancha
4. Prayer - from Scarlett Pimpernel
5. Heaven on their Minds - from Jesus Christ Superstar
6. Falcon in the Dive - from Scarlett Pimpernel
7.As Good as You - from Jane Eyre
8. Confrontation - from Les Miserables
9. The World Has Gone Insane - from Jekyll and Hyde
10. Defying Gravity - from Wicked
11. Alas for You - from Godspell
12. She Cries - from Songs for a New World
13. To Each his Dulcinea - from Man of La Mancha
14. No Good Deed - from Wicked
15. Aldonza - from Man of La Mancha
16. Farewell Good Angel - From Jane Eyre
17. Flying Home - from Songs for a New World
18. Gethsemane - from Jesus Christ Superstar
19. Javert's Suicide - from Les Miserables
20. Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - from Les Miserables
21. The Impossible Dream - from Man of La Mancha

Yes Man of La Mancha has about a 4th of the songs. That's because it's quite possibly the best musical ever. I almost put Knight of the Woeful Countenance on there too. Awesomest CD yet.

Pimpin' my brother's site

Hey y'all. Read What Kind of Life Has it Been? . It's really insightful and funny.

New alphabet

The current alphabet makes no sense, so it's high time we made some changes. First off, C is useless - all it's sounds can be madeby s or k, so out it goes. And don't say "What about ch?". Obviously that will be it's own letter, as will th and sh. We also need to scrap x - we can replace it with ks or z whenever it's needed. If we don't just replace q with kw, we should at least make qu one letter, since q never appears by itself. Finally, the new alphabet should be arranged by usage, and all words respelled.
Changes should begin immediatly, begining with the elimination of that troublesome c. I apologize if you have one of the offending letters in your name, as I know this will be diffikult for you. We'll do what we kan to help out.

still title-less part I continues

Above the top layer of leaves, Simile began to get her bearings. The mountain was just to the west of her, so it would be easy enough for her to retrace the path they'd taken before. She was looking for a grove of fruit trees they'd passed the previous day. A few crab apples would be a good enough breakfast to get them started today. Once she's worked out the way they'd gone, she zoomed off in search of the trees. She spotted them a few minutes later and headed back down through the foliage.
Below, however, was a bit of a complication. A young girl was standing at the foot of the tree trying to scramble up it. As a rule, Doom pixies were to avoid contact with the big people unless it was necessary. Simile puzzled over this for a while and decided just to wait until she left. Hiding behind a leaf, she watched the young girl struggle with the tree.
She couldn't have been more than eight years old. As with many young children, it was hard to tell if she was human or elfish, but since the elf population was so small in this area, Simile assumed the former. One thing was certain though; she was not attired for tree climbing. She was wearing an ornately patterned green dress with silver trim, identifying her as nobility. This came as a bit of a shock to Simile since, in her understanding the humans who lived nearby had no aristocracy. The only elves in the forest were wood elves, who would never wear such a costume; they detested gold and silver, and found dresses far too restricting. Thus what a girl so attired would be doing in this forest was a bit of a mystery.
She was having quite the time of it, trying to climb the tree in that dress. Eventually, she succeeded in getting to the lowest branch. Standing on it, she reached for one of the few ripe apples on the tree, but it was too far away and she nearly fell. So she struggled up to the next highest branch, but now the apple was out of her grasp. This was taking longer than Simile had expected, and realizing the girl's intentions, she decided to speed things up a bit. She spotted a ripe apple on one of the highest branches and moved towards it. Grabbing it at the stem, she succeeded in yanking it off of the tree. It was heavy, but she could manage it. With the apple, nearly her size, in her arms, she flew to wear she was directly above the girl and dropped it. The girl reached out for the falling apple, lost her balance, and tumbled out of the tree.
She was unconscious when she hit the ground. Simile flew towards her, horrified. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized the girl was still breathing. She'd probably wake up with nothing more then a nasty headache. Simile certainly hoped so. She felt kind of bad for the girl, but she was a big person, even if she was only a child. She'd be alright. Since there was nothing else she could do, Simile picked her crab apples and headed back towards camp.

If any of you by some chance read my last post and are wondering why I deleted it, suffice it to say that the person reffered to in it unexpectedly started reading this blog. if you didn't see said post, don't trouble yourself about it.

What a lot of people would refer to as love (It's not love, but I'm not sure what to call it) has one peculiar consequence. It can be eleven o'clock at night and I can have no hope of getting my homework done, and it will ruin my GPA, and I honestly don't care, because the intervening time I spent with that person was so incredible, and because I know I'll see her again tomorrow. This sudden sense of apathy maybe seems like a bad thing because of what you're left with when it ends, but from where I'm standing, it just seems like a good deal all around. Cause if it weren't for her, I'd be really really miserable right now. And despite all my reasons to be miserable, I'm still ecstatic. I should also note that I'm horribly sleep-deprived, ,which tends to heighten such feelings, and I will probably regret posting this for some reason, but it's that uncontainable sort of exitement that I'm talking about. I know she doesn't read my blog, and if she does, well, I don't mind her seeing this. If nothing else it'll be a huge self-esteem boost. You can call me childish, rash, or immature, but I'm happier now than I've been in a long time.

The Doom Pixie Chronicles: Part I

Ok, here goes. No title for this story yet, cause I haven't thought of a good one. I feel kinda weird posting these stories in segments since each one is a chapter in and of itself, so it's kinda of like posting a chapter of a chapter, but I figure my readers (if I have any) would just as so have something as wait another couple months. Wow, that was a long sentence. Anyway, when this story is over, I'll probably archive it as one post for people reading back. With some changes and, of course, a title. Consider this the beginning of a rough draft.

Dawn was just breaking over the forest as Simile opened her eyes. She looked over and saw Brazik next to her, snoring softly. Quietly, so as not to wake him, she slipped out of bed, and pulled on a clean moccra* and one of her generic hunting skirts. Then she grabbed one of her bags, folded it up, and stepped out of the tent.
She looked around at the camp, past the leaf-tents and the small fire-pit. Her eyes settled on a sleeping turquoise figure. She walked towards him, stepping carefully around a fallen leaf so as not to crinkle it. When she stood above the sleeping figure, she kicked it rather forcefully in the side. The pixie stirred, looked around dazedly, then sat bolt upright.
"I'm so sorry," he began, "P-p-p-p-please don't tell Brazik! I was just s-so tired, from last night, and Isa didn't show up to take her shift and I thought, I'll just rest my eyes a moment and then-" he looked up and into Simile's ice-cold stare and stopped. Her stare tended to have that effect on people. It felt like a laser sight on your forehead.
"P-p-please don't kill me?" suggested the terrified pixie.
Simile's face melted into slightly mischievous laughter. She smiled. "Fortunately for you, Poji, sleeping on guard duty is hardly a capital offense. And Isa's as much at fault as you - the girl's probably sleeping in. I'm not gonna tell Brazik. Don't worry,"
"Thank you so much," said Poji, incredibly relieved, "I was just so scared when I woke up and saw you, I mean his mistress of all people, and then you started staring at me and -"
"You should talk less," interrupted the other. "And I'm not his mistress. We're ....Close friends, that's all,"
"I saw you being friendly with him at the party last night," answered Poji.
"How dare you accuse me of monogamy? With Brazik of all people. Me, a daughter of the royal house**, with that obnoxious -"
"Alright, get ahold of yourself. I just figured, you spend enough time together..."

"Well, you figured wrong. Now, I'm going out to get us all some breakfast. Wake Isa then go in and sleep for two hours. We've got a big day ahead of us,"
With that, she spread her wings to shake off the dew that had accumulated that night and began beating them furiously. She rose into the air, dipped a little, then zoomed up through the canopy.

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*A one-piece garment for Pixie women designed to be easily slipped on without damaging the wings. It is not immodest to wear one alone, but a skirt is usually worn with it.
**Doom pixies haven't had nobility in hundreds of years, but back when it did, they had purple skin. Anyone with purple skin is now said to be of the royal house, and many look at it with a sense of pride.

The Universal Soul Theory

Ok, so here it is. We start with the idea of reincarnation, of the sort where you get progressively better each time. The catch is, the cycle isn't connected to linear time. So you can be reincarnated before you were born, or even at the same time. That means there can be more than one copy of your soul. So, next twist, what if everyone has the same soul? Everyone who ever lived or ever will live is a reincarnation of the same person, each other getting incrementally better. Ok, final twist. What if the last incarnation is first chronologically, and it's God. God creates the cycle, but God is also the culmination of it. That's the universal soul theory. We are all the same person, and we're all god.