Lets here it for NY education!

By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS

Filed at 8:08 a.m. ET

ITHACA, N.Y. (AP) — Cornell University mistakenly sent out an e-mail message welcoming hundreds of students it had previously rejected.

The mistake happened Wednesday when a clerical staff member miscoded a message meant only for students who had applied early and been accepted.

As a result of the error, the e-mail was sent to 1,700 students, including nearly 550 high school seniors that the Ivy League school in upstate Ithaca had rejected in December.

“Greetings from Cornell, your future alma mater!” the message said.
“Congratulations on your acceptance into the class of 2007!”

The mistake was discovered when someone noticed that too many messages had been sent. The university then e-mailed a follow-up message, explaining what had happened.

“I was in shock,” Angela Griffin-Jones, dean of undergraduate admissions, told The New York Times. “I’m still in shock.”

While university admissions offices sometimes make mistakes, college admissions officials said the scope of Cornell’s error was unusual.

“It is safe to say that every admissions office has had some experience where some kid has gotten the wrong letter,” Joyce E. Smith, executive director of the National Association for College Admission Counseling, told the newspaper. “Unfortunately, with e-mail, when you hit the send button, you can’t take it back.”

Working on stuff I really don’t want to. Stupid Taiwanese hardware.

So I find total irony in the fact that apparently Mt. Sinai is in a huge budget crunch. THey are firing people, cutting back programs, posting signs all over asking us to turn off lights and water…

Yet, somehow, magically, they have the money to create several dozen concrete barriers along the sidewalk on Madison avenue. These are the 3′ high variety, meant to stop terrorists intent on driving throught the windows of the front of the hospital to bring the building down.

There are 26 custom ceramic molds for these barries. Some are cylndical, others are square. There were sixteen guys wortking two cement trucks yesterday filling them. I don’t knbow how many will be breaking the molds today, but lets palce it at a generously conservative 10 (this is Union labor after all).

Any job involving more than 2 people is going to have a foreman, this job probably has 2… one to supervise the workers, and one to direct traffic and coordinate trucks.

I’d ballpark the whole thing costing somewhere in the neighborhood of 950$ an hour for the crew, plus another 10 grand or so for supplies. They worked full days all week so far on the project. I assume they will take all week. Thats almost 50k spent on a bunch of concrete, to stop the “evil that stalks the city”. Or its one person’s fucking annual salary, or two people, if they are part time.

Christ this place annooys me.

In other news… Mr Rodgers died. We are off to the crematorium today childre. Can you say crematorium? I thought you could… The funny box they are putting Mr. Rodgers in before he goes in the oven is called a coffin.

There was a debate on wether he will be buried in comfy or nice clothes.

I could care less about the death of the old codger… I really want to hear what is going on in the land of make believe. I bet at this point, the prince has staged a bloody coup, blockaded Mr. Train from supplying reinforcements for the now toppled king.

The forest is in flames! The fores is in flames! Burning puppets EVERYWHERE!

Ok, perhaps that was a little much.

Or perhaps not.

… (and me dorks, I guess :} )

Note that the “%” prompt indicates that the command should be issued from the C shell, and the “$” prompt indicates the Bourne shell.

% rm meese-ethics
rm: meese-ethics nonexistent

% ar m God
ar: God does not exist

% “How would you rate Bush’s incompetence?
Unmatched “.

% [Where is Jimmy Hoffa?
Missing ].

% ^How did the sex change^ operation go?
Modifier failed.

% If I had a ( for every $ Congress spent, what would I have?
Too many (‘s.

% make love
Make: Don’t know how to make love. Stop.

% sleep with me
bad character

% got a light?
No match.

% man: why did you get a divorce?
man:: Too many arguments.

% ^What is saccharine?
Bad substitute.

% %blow
%blow: No such job.

% (-
(-: Command not found.

$ PATH=pretending! /usr/ucb/which sense
no sense in pretending!

$ drink < bottle; opener bottle: cannot open opener: not found $ mkdir matter; cat > matter
matter: cannot create

There is an oil refinery burning on staten island.. its been going since 10 o clock apparently. I have no links since the news websites are pretty much crap, and i have no pics beeks my digicam is at home on my desk.

Prelim reports are saying it was an accident caused by a barge unloading. If by accident they mean “someone starting a whole lot of oil on fire or blowing something up to start a whole lot of oil on fire”, then i think they are right.

Bloody online media is burying this.

You may have already heard….but, in case you haven’t….it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went un-noticed last week. Larry La Prise, the man who wrote “The Hokey Pokey” died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the casket. They put his left leg in… and then the trouble started.

‘The Blind Men and the Elephant’

It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind

The First approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!

The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
I see, quoth he, the Elephant
Is very like a snake!

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain, quoth he;
‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: Even the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!?

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
I see, quoth he, the Elephant
Is very like a rope!

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!

Moral:

So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

— John Godfrey Saxe

“Mmenson”

Summon now the kings of the forest,
horn of the elephant,
mournful call of the elephant;

summon the emirs, kings of the desert,
horses caparisoned, beaten gold bent,
archers and criers, porcupine arrows, bows bent;

recount now the gains and the losses:
Agades, Sokoto, El Hassan dead in his tent,
the silks and the brasses, the slow weary tent

of our journeys down slopes, dry river courses,
land of the lion, land of the leopard, elephant,
country; tall grasses, thick prickly herbs. Blow elephant

trumpet; summon the horses,
dead horses, our losses: the bent
slow bow of the Congo, the watering Niger…

– Edward Kamau Braithwaite

Papa loves mambo
Mama loves mambo
Look at ’em sway with it, gettin’ so gay with it
Shoutin’ “olé” with it, wow! (ooh!)

Papa loves mambo
(Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo
(Mama loves mambo)
Papa does great with it, swings like a gate with it
Evens his weight with it, now!

He goes to, she goes fro
He goes fast, she goes slow
He goes left ‘n’ she goes right
(Papa’s lookin’ for mama but mama is nowhere in sight)

Papa loves mambo
Mama loves mambo
Havin’ their fling again, younger than Spring again
Feelin’ that zing again, wow! (ooh!)

Papa loves mambo
(Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo
(Mama loves mambo)
Don’t let her rumba and don’t let her samba
’cause papa loves mama tonight (ooh!)

(Papa loves mambo)
(Mama loves mambo)

(Papa loves mambo)
(Mama loves mambo)

He goes to, she goes fro
He goes fast, she goes slow
He goes left ‘n’ she goes right
(Papa’s lookin’ for mama but mama is nowhere in sight) (ooh!)

Papa loves mambo
(Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo
(Mama loves mambo)
Havin’ their fling again, younger than Spring again
Feelin’ that zing again, wow! (ooh!)

(Papa loves mambo)
Mambo papa
(Mama loves mambo)
Mambo mama
(Don’t let her rumba and don’t let her samba)
’cause papa–
Loves a mambo tonight

(ooh!)

Richelle and my mother apparently co-conspired to throw me a tropical-themed surprise party. Guess its a good thing I didn’t go to the protest =/.

The party was great! All my freinds showed up, even some from out of town, who I wold ahve never expected to be there. Ken and Ruth and thier kids stayed the night at the apartment, which must have been odd for them, becuase this was once thier place.

The party was superb, and I got some neat presents. I have to get crackin on some readin =)

1. Which notorious event occurred in Chicago on 14 February
1929?

2. St Valentine’s Day is the feast day of how many saints
called “Valentine” – one, two or three?

3. The film star Rudolph Valentino was born in which country?

4. “Valentine” is the middle name of which American author who
wrote “Tropic of Cancer” in 1934 and “Tropic of Capricorn”
in 1939?

5. Who wrote the 1986 play “Shirley Valentine”, which became a
film in 1988?

6. For which sport was Alf Valentine famous, especially in
1950?

7. Gary Valentine played bass for which American pop group
formed in 1974?

8. Why was 14 February selected as the date for a day on
which lovers courted one another?

9. Michael Valentine is the real name of which Irish singer –
Val Doonican, Van Morrison or Bono?

10. In which Shakespeare play is Valentine the hero who falls
in love with Silvia?

(Steve Tyler/Joe Perry/Mark Hudson/Al Yankovic)
There’s somethin’ weird in the fridge today
I don’t know what it is
Food I can’t recognize
My roommate won’t throw a thing away
I guess it’s probably his
It looks like it’s alive…
And livin’ in the fridge…livin’ in the fridge
Livin’ in the fridge…livin’ in the fridge
There’s somethin’ gross in the fridge today
It’s green and growin’ hair
It’s been there since July
If you can name that object
In that baggie over there
Then mister, you’re a better man than I
It’s livin’ in the fridge
You can’t stop the mold from growin’
Livin’ in the fridge
Can’t tell what it is at all
Livin’ in the fridge
You can’t stop the mold from growin’
Livin’ in the fridge
Tell me do you think it should be carbon-dated
Fumigated or cremated and buried at sea?
You try to save a little bit of your home cookin’
Couple weeks later, got a scary-lookin’ specimen
It always happens, my friend
Again and again and again and again
Somethin’ stinks in the fridge today
And it’s been rottin’ there all week
It could be liver cake or woolly mammoth steak
Well, maybe I should take another peek…
Livin’ in the fridge
You can’t stop the mold from growin’
Livin’ in the fridge
Can’t tell what it is at all
Livin’ in the fridge
You can’t stop the mold from growin’
Livin’ in the fridge
Livin’ in the fridge
Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is
Livin’ in the fridge
Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is
Livin’ in the fridge
Don’t know what it is at all
Livin’ in the fridge, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Y’know, I used to be a drama person.

Once upon a time, I thought the idea of pouring heart and soul into a show where a bunch of people form a cohesive bond for a short period of time in the attempt to accomplish one artistic goal was a laudible pasttime. I still think that serious drama might be something I could do; but with the caveat that I could only do it as a way of life. I don’t think I can deal with the frentic orgy of activity associated with posting a show that runs for 2-3 weekends and a couple matinees then evaporates.

Some people form lifetime troupes, doing this on a cyclical process for many years. This, I can see as a worthwhile recreational past time, if not for the enevitable and variable interpersonal melodrama that such covens spawn. Who is sleeping with who, who hates who, who upstaged who, who got what part that he/she felt they did/did not deserve… It all adds up over time, enevitably turning into something akin to a FOX reality TV show.

I’m actually surprised they haven’t made something like this yet.

Anyway, the wandering point of this particular babble brings me to music, more specifically, musicals. I am an incredible fan of the olde bardic tradions. I think that if I had a better voice, I might even have made a good scop in a former life. Drama, Comey, Tragedy, Parody, or otherwise, reqires talent in the emotional range… musicals however, (while, of course, there are certain exceptions) simply require a good voice, and a lot of coreography.

The basic elements of storytelling through song have not changed all that much over the centuries we’ve been doing it. That is, until recently anyway. The use of cyclical melody/harmony, simple instumental accompaniemnet, a strong central singer/singers, and clever rhyme for delivery are a rather interesting cross-cultural phenomena from an anthropological standpoint.

However, since the beginning of the cinematic phenomena, the changes have been rather astounding.

Cinema allows you to do things you cannot possibly accomplish on stage. betwen visual effects, recorded musical numbers, independent instrumental accompaniment, larger budgets, using real life “scenery”… the whole process changes. As a result, in my opinion, the stage has suffered. Broadway has to compete with Hollywood to draw customers. Many of the same tired shows are “revived” or redone outright to give them a new fashionable, crowd drawing twist. Hollywood bleeds over into the stage, where famous actors pursue stage careers. I am sure some of them have a true desire to be on stage instead of a camera, but even more, I’m sure, are drawn to the $$.

Point in case, listening to Richard gere or that Zellwigger chick trying to hold notes they clearly were not physically designed to produce.

Richelle and I talked breilfy about this in the car after leaving Chicago last night. I had hoped with the heavy string of musicals-for-film that the 60’s and 70’s brought us, that the trend would be over. The viewing public’s attention span is too short these days. Who can compete with the T&A, and 5 minute exposition to resolution that MTV2 (since MTV is too good for music videos) or VH1 innundate the masses with.

It is a curious thing…perhaps a new-age chicken/egg. Did the trend to create a more powerful version of a musical message start with the influx of musical cinematic efforts, or did the two phenomena have independent roots and a common cause?

It is a big issue to pick at, I’m not even going to try and encompass the whole argument. Should music and video stay seperate? I don’t think so, especailly when so many of these comonations have resulted in a final product where the sum is greater than the whole of the two parts. But I drifted…

My point is, that for the most part, I don’t like musicals. I have been in 5, as a performer, and that was enough to let me know that I didn’t have any intrest anymore. Overall, my personal experiences concering groups of thespians may have been tainted, who knows. Some of the people I have called freinds for the longest amounts of time are people I would not otherwise know unless it were for musicals. An irony, perhaps a bit too biting to put into song….

#include “seedybar.h”
#include “var_patron_gen.h”
#include “cash_patron_booze_interaction.h”
#include tim_defs.h
#include questionable_transsexual.cpp

//define local variables
float cash_In_wallet = “40.00”;
float current_BAL = “0.0”;
string current_persuasion=”stright”
bool has_penis = “true”

//define global variables
bool women_evil = “true”;
bool transsexuals_bad=”true”;
string murphy_law=”in effect”;

void main
(
//specaily patron object for this example
define obj Patron_Tim(cash_In_wallet ,current_BAL ,sexuality, has_penis );

//standard patron invocation, with questionable sexaul prefrences/reproductive organ status
define obj Preop_Trans_patient(11.42,.042,”questionable”,”true”);

//Bar object, as per header include… takes arguments: cash_in_till, //num_tenders,patron_count, num_seats_avail
define obj TheBar(1437.65,2,23,25)

loop AtTheBar(while transsexuals_bad=”true”);

//increase patron count at bar by 1
method_add_patron_to_bar( Preop_Trans_patient);
//1 seat left at the bar

//everyone looks around
cout >> Warning there are “TheBar(SeatsLeft)” seats left at the bar >> endl;

//i’ll have a rum and coke
set patronmode(Preop_Trans_patient,drinking,rum_coke,4.25);

//enter our hero… whew! only 1 seat open… hey she looks pretty good
method_add_patron_to_bar(Patron_Tim);

//everyone looks around
cout >> Warning there are “TheBar(SeatsLeft)” seats left at the bar >> endl;
//1 seat left at bar

//our hero’s journey truly begins
method_scope_out_bod(Patron_Tim, Preop_Trans_patient);

//begin flirting: hey baby, come here often?
void flirt(Patron_Tim, Preop_Trans_patient);

//if flitrter is less drunk than flirtee and flirter is more attractive than flirtee’s BAL
if flitrter_BAL > flitrtee_BAL
and
if flirtee_intrest > flitrter_BAL
then

//up the interest level, flirt back
flirtee_intrest++;
flirter_interest ++;

//give a random positive response
cout(randomresponse)
>> Warning there are “On occasion, how often do you come?” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “Why don’t you buy me a drink for the trouble of answering?” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “Your place or mine?” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “::purr:: only when the local meat is sizzling” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “The question isin’t if i’m here often, its who I’m leaving with that counts.” >> endl;

else
flirter_interest–;
flirtee_interest –;

//give a random negative response
cout(randomresponse)
>> Warning there are “Only when I’m waiting for my boyfreind to get off work.” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “Nah, I usually don’t like hanging out with people who like places like this.” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “You look just like my ex husband when you trried to pick me up just now!” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “Only when I want to get vomitously drunk.” >> endl;
>> Warning there are “Actually, I was getting ready to leave. Excuse me.” >> endl;

//our hero is gaining ground

if (bool lastflirt_wassucessful=”true”);
//it was

//i’ll have a dewars and pepsi(warm)
set patronmode(Patron_Tim,drinking,dewars_pepsi,5.25);

//and one for the lady
set patronmode(Preop_Trans_patient,drinking,rum_coke,4.25);

//run flirt/drink again until BAL/Interest relationship exceeds int copafeel_slap
if copafeel_slap>flirer_interest AND flirer_interest> “Holyshitwhatthefuckisthat?!.” >> endl;

//this is the 80’s and i’m down with the laadies…..
method_drunked_response( Preop_Trans_patient,Patron_Tim);
cout >> “I’m a transsexual!” >> endl;

//escape subroutine execution, takes argument time in seconds
void c_tim_run(2);

//2 seconds have passed
method_drunked_response(Patron_Tim,Preop_Trans_patient);
cout >> “Preop or Postop?” >> endl;

//the truth is out there
method_drunked_response( Preop_Trans_patient,Patron_Tim);
cout >> “Preop” >> endl;

//escape subroutine execution, continues to use CPU cycles until in threshold is exceeded
//also calls method to change status of threshold variable
void c_tim_stumble(current_BAL+.2,set patronmode(Patron_Tim,drinking,gimme_bottle,29.95));

//pause, while contemplating the bitersweet constant variables of life

set transsexuals_bad=”?”;
method_take_home_get_it_on(Patron_Tim, Preop_Trans_patient);
set Patron_Tim.current_persuasion=”???”;

//g’nite folks
);

Your construction
Smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground saga
Gotta launder my karma

I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans
You’ll get down on your muthafuckin’ knees
And it’s time for your sickness again
Come on and tell me what you need
Tell me what is making you bleed
We got two more minutes and
We gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin’ ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin’ knees
Tell me is it time to get down

I’m blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin’
I’m blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin’
Suckin’ up, one last breath
Take a drag off of death

Hey Mr. Policeman
Is it time for getting away
Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin’ road
And running from your ass today
Now tell me if do you agree
Or tell me if I’m makin’ you bleed
I got a few more minutes and
I’m gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin’ ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin’ knees
Tell me is it time to get down

Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
You want a revolution behind your eyes
We got to get up and organize

Come on baby tell me
Yes we aim to please

Kompressor – Crush Television, 2002

Brush Your Teeth
(Kompressor)

Brush your teeth
Before you go to bed
Or you will wake up
With rotten teeth in head

Brush your teeth
Before you go to school
Or all of your friends
Will say you smell like stool

Brush your teeth
And brush them well
Or you will get denture
And old-person smell

Brush your teeth
Each and every day
You should brush your teeth
Or they will rot away

Brush your teeth
Brush your teeth
Brush your teeth
Always brush your teeth

Whether you eat vegetable or meat
Always important to brush your teeth
Even when using industrial beat
Kompressor know importance of brushing teeth

Brush up top
And underneath
And brush your tongue
When you brush your teeth

You can eat schnitzel
Or you can eat sweets
It does not matter
If you brush your teeth

Brush your teeth
Brush your teeth
Brush your teeth
You should brush your teeth

[Gargling and spitting sounds]

Brush your teeth
Brush your teeth
Brush your teeth
Always brush your teeth

One of my online coconspirators asked me to work on a couple paragraphs for him…painted this little snippet as a result.
~~~~
Death strolled in silence of early morning. The sun loomed at the base of the horizon, barely cresting the dark clouds. Beneath the struggling sunrise sat a solitariy foothill to the White Pine Mountains. Seperated from its brothers shrouded in deep forest, the hill was barren in color by comparison. Save for an occasional shrub, the hill was covered with shin-high grass, sighing softly in the pink-grey of the struggling sunlight. To the north of the hill, at the border of the forest, lay a meadow, formed in the windbreak of the trees and bare hill. A small road wound from the northeast to the southwest through the clearing the meadow made. It was along this path that death walked.

Countless eyes peered out of the shadows of the deep woods encircling the hill and meadow. Thier beady sqints held a deep mistrust of light, however unsteady or intermittant. The the border of the ancient forest seemed drawn by an artist’s hand, curving gracefully along the path the wind-tunnel the hill created in the downdrafts of the nearby mountains. The undergrowth shuddered with life, while the treetops showed numerous birds flying between the branches. However, on this morning, all was still The forest was afloat in a bubble of sulking silence, following death’s footsteps along the path.

So I subjected Chelle to some Kurosawa last night. Ran is definitely one of my favorites. Perhaps a bit melodramatic, but as an adaptation of Shakespeare, it is an interesting study. As a snapshot of high-fuedal Bushido, nothing I have seen outside of Kurosawa’s work is better. The closest is Shogun, which is about the fall of said era. Obviously, I am only talking about film.

There is a theory that dreaming, and REM during sleep (when many of your dreams take place) is a process of organizing the day’s activities for memory storage. As an addition to this, I would postulate that the activities of the day lead to the different “kinds” of drems one can have.

Yesterday I worked relatively frantically, all day, then rested my laurels at home watching that Kurosawa flick after a short repast. I think the stimulation I got from that movie, both visually, and somatically (the flute scene for instance) led to some truly disturbing dreams. I didn’t make a 90 minute cycle all night. As a result, I kept having drifting sleep, which clashed with violent dreams that forced me awake… rinse and repeat.

And for the Dickens fans out there, I had macaroni and cheeze for dinner, but it was not moldy.

What disturbed me more than the dreams themselves was the fact that despite my interruptions to thier cycle, they more or less picked up and dropped off at regular points. That is something that does not happen often to me at all. In fact, I think it only happened 4 times all year last year. I may have repeat dreasm, or repeat aspect dreams, but continuios-stream, even with interruption is very rare.

Beelzebub sought to gain dominion ofver humans, and decided that the best way to do so was by destroying a generation; then enslaving the devestated parents, and stealing thiern offspring to raise as his own.

He accomplished this by releasing a plauge of insects which liked to bore into the skin, and then reproduce subcutaneously, eating away all flesh like termites within weeks. Once the eggs were laid, only amputation could solve the problem, and only if the bite area was caught. The insects were more or less immune to anything that wouldn’t also kill the host. Containment was a bear, because they could live on any kind of host, and went through cycles of relative “calm” wehre they did not breed/reproduce rapidly, followed by locust-like outbreaks, resulting in decimation in many of the more heaily populated areas of the world.

My part in all of this, for the first several dreams was a camera. I simply saw multiple mini-stories of infection, interaction, and, ultimately, death.

It ended up that all of this was some sort of huge precursor to my “actual” entry into the scene. The overall role I played in this was ironic at best. As an entimologist, and a physician, I tried to identify/fight the plauge, but I soon became aware of the hopeless nature of my quest on a purely scientific level. After researching; I ended up going through the rites of summoning of an aspect of Mot. I essentially agreed to use my position as a physician to ensure that those who died did so under the mark of a glyph he gave me, so thier souls would go to him. In return he offered to give me a sign to save someone infected by the parasite. I ended up as part of the NIH I guess, and before all was said and done, I was practically running the whole anti-pestellence show.

Unfortunately, this pact came too late to save my daughter, whose soul was the first taken by Mot after I was given the symbols wich could protect one fromt he vermin, and the symbol inscribed on a dead body to transfer its soul to Mot’s court.

They looked like this:
the protection glyph

The glyph of the dead

Before you think I’m totally off the deep end, those symbols do have certain signifigance in Hebrew, which is why I remember them, and was able to recreate them.

So yeah, had to give over soul of my daughter.. quickly began to realize that I was going to have a really hard time selling tatoos as a medical cure. I developed a dye-injecting innoculization machine, that happened to create the symbol on injection. As for the tattoing of the dead, I traded that concession to the government in exchange for the cure.

The other daughter I had remaining alive, and protected, was then the main target of Beelzebub’s agents for the remainder of the dreams. All the time I spent moving her, and fighting off demon/insect combonations. Most of the time, spectres from a past imagined were brought to play on the battlefield for her life and my sanity in a battle between Mot and his old nemesis.

Ultimately, my rational brain (real self here, not dream self) won out over all these things, somewhat in concert with Chelle’s alarm clock. I realized that despite having read and studied various works on Infernalism and Daibolism, as well as the Talmuld, and The Book of Enoch, I don’t belive in the central foundation behind my dream, or those works. From there, it became easy pickings for the rational side of my semiconscious brain to fight past the spiritual/eotional battlements the my subconscious created. The nightmare string was, as timaeus is fond of saying, dispelled in a puff of logic.

So yeah, thats one episode of Fox’ new highborw reality series “Dreams of Occult Stundents Revealed!”.

Too bad noone will watch it. To get half the jokes you need to understand a lot of stuff that isin’t written in english =P.

The 5 questions most feared by men are :

1. What are you thinking about?
2. Do you love me?
3. Do I look fat?
4. Do you think she is prettier than me?
5. What would you do if I died?

What makes these questions so difficult is that every
one is guaranteed to explode into a major argument if the man answers
incorrectly (i.e.,tells the truth). Therefore, as a public service, each
question is analyzed below, along with possible responses.

Question # 1: What are you thinking about?

The proper answer to this, of course, is: “I’m sorry if
I’ve been pensive, dear. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful,
thoughtful, caring, intelligent woman you are, and how lucky I am to have
met you.”

This response obviously bears no resemblance to the true
answer, which most likely is one of the following :
a. Football.
b. Golf.
c. How fat you are.
d. How much prettier she is than you
e. How I would spend the insurance money if you
died.

Perhaps the best response to this question was offered
by Al Bundy, who once told Peg, “If I wanted you to know what I was
thinking, I would be talking to you”

Question # 2: Do you love me?

The proper response is: “YES!” or, if you feel a more
detailed answer is in order, “Yes, dear.” Inappropriate responses include:

a. Oh Yeah, shit-loads.
b. Would it make you feel better if I said yes?
c. That depends on what you mean by love.
d. Does it matter?
e. Who, me?

Question # 3: Do I look fat?

The correct answer is an emphatic: “Of course not!”

Among the incorrect answers are:
a. Compared to what?
b. I wouldn’t call you fat, but you’re not exactly
thin.
c. A little extra weight looks good on you.
d. I’ve seen fatter.
e. Sorry what did you say ? I was just thinking
about how I would spend the insurance money if you died.

Question # 4: Do you think she’s prettier than me?

Once again, the proper response is an emphatic: “Of
course not!”

Incorrect responses include:
a. Yes, but you have a better personality
b. Not prettier, but definitely thinner
c. Not as pretty as you when you were her age
d. Define pretty
e. Sorry, what did you say? I was just thinking
about how I would
spend the insurance money if you died.

Question # 5: What would you do if I died?

A definite no-win question. (The real answer, of course,
is Buy a Lotus and a Boat). No matter how you answer this, be prepared
for at least an hour of follow-up questions, usually along the these lines :

WOMAN: Would you get married again?
MAN: Definitely not!
WOMAN: Why not – don’t you like being married?
MAN: Of course I do.
WOMAN: Then why wouldn’t you remarry?
MAN: Okay, I’d get married again.
WOMAN: You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).
MAN: (makes audible groan)
WOMAN: Would you sleep with her in our bed?
MAN: Where else would we sleep?
WOMAN: Would you put away my pictures, and replace them
with pictures of her?
MAN: That would seem like the proper thing to do.
WOMAN: And would you let her use my golf clubs?
MAN: She can’t use them; she’s left-handed.
WOMAN: – – – silence – – –
MAN: Shit.