Okay, so this is not exactly a new conversation, but it’s fairly recent, and it was fairly entertaing. To fully grasp the entertainment value of the following conversation, you must realize that Emily is really a male Brit, who advocates heavy drinking and programming. However, I had to explain to him what a loogie was the other day. Unfortunately, I didn’t think to save that conversation. I really wish I had.

Liss: someday I will be rich. And I will buy three or four different computers, for different things. I will have a graphics computer, a text computer an internet computer and another one for guests or something. Then maybe none of them will be slow
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Emily: *grin*
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Emily: Use linux for all of ’em 😉
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Liss: Yes, I’d like to do that. That means, of course, that I would have to find somewhere to learn linux. But I can probably do that during college
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Emily: *grin liss* *nod* someone’ll know
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Liss: I’ll have to go hang out in the CS department and bat my eyelashes at computer programming hunks
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Emily: *grin*
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Liss: and when I get one for my own personal love slave, he can build me a nice linux box, and teach me how to use it. Then I might keep around, if he matches my furniture
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Emily: *grin*
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Emily: tut tut, young girls today..you sound just like my sis 😉
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Liss: If he doesn’t match the furniture, I’ll have to look for a lawyer. They make a lot of money.
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Emily: Yep. Or a programmer 🙂
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Liss: The programmer is the first choice, so I’ll have someone to fix my computers if they break. But then I’d probably go for a lawyer. >>
Emily: Aha. Go for both, run a harem 🙂
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Liss: Hey, I could do that. I could have husbands in several different countries. I’ve always wanted to travel.
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Emily: Have a bunch of them in the same country. Stick them in a harem. Make like Sultan Foo the Great

Later things turned into a much less entertainging but more educational discussion of middle eastern folklore. But I’m still thinking about that harem. I’ll just have to find the right guys to be in it.

Last night I stayed up really late. Till 7 o’clock AM actually. Aren’t I naughty?

For your reading pleasure, the transcript of me talking to myself in the virtual nurse teenchat through out the night. I didn’t copy the code, so you don’t see all of it the way it really was, so some of the stuff I said isn’t going to make much sense. Note, also, the timestamps and the fact that this wasn’t continuous.

Silver: yo hoho and a bottle of rum.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 19:52:52 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: hey Dark, remember me? I’ll see if I can meet up w/ you sometime 🙂
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 19:53:54 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: June
In June

I saw a charming group
of rose all begin
to droop.
I pepped them up
with chicken soup!
Sprinkle once
sprinkle twice
sprinkle chicken soup
with rice.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:01:11 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: yadda yadda yadda.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:01:51 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: hmmmm
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:03:50 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: hello!
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:04:24 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: hello!
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:04:57 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: oops.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:06:07 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver:
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:06:17 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: all better.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:06:35 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: hello, again…
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:08:53 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: I did it!
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:09:35 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: And again, I undo it.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:09:59 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: or maybe I don’t. Hmmm.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:10:20 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: For those of you who (in the future) may be wondering what I’m doing, I’m playing with html tags. BTW, JEn and/or Bria, that blinking on the ‘new pages’ is driving me nutty
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 20:11:15 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: yup, I’m still here.
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 22:19:58 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: mad girl’s love song
sylvia plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 22:19:07 (MDT – 209.112.147.215

Silver: what time is it now?
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 00:00:13 (MDT – 209.112.147.187

red wolf: hello how are you?
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 00:08:44 (MDT – 129.71.86.30

Silver: what? was that a person? pity, s/he’s probably gone now.
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 01:52:35 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: Monink! It’s 1 am my time and I’m still awake!
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 03:00:56 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: bye bye to the little green guy
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 03:29:11 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: aren’t I sad, sitting here talking to myself? Of course, I’m also browsing webpages, have been for quite a while
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 03:31:57 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: hey look, its starting to get light again, I think
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 05:00:12 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: *yawn*
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 06:23:12 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: I’m starting to get tired. I think I’ll have some coffee. w/ lots of sugar.
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 07:26:35 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Silver: And now I’ll be going to bed for a while so people I live with don’t think I stayed up all night. Such is life.
Monday, June 15, 1998 at 09:20:51 (MDT – 209.112.147.192

Today I’ve been listening to triple j, which is an aussie radio station. They play pretty regular music, and have news and stuff. Not long after I first started listening to triple j, they were reporting on student riots in Melbourne, and how so-and-so had ‘rung the prime minister.’ 70% of the fun is listening to the DJs talk. If you’ve got real audio, click, wait for it to buffer, ignore the static that occasionally shows up, and enjoy!

Today on triple j, they were talking about sports news, Jamaica beat some other country 6 to nil (‘nil,’ hehe, I love it!). I haven’t heard all of a sports cast yet, but I think they’re talking about some sort of international soccer (football) competition. At least, that my guess. Anyway, they were talking about Jamaica and some other countries team. Oh, yes, now its sports again, World Cup Soccer, and police had to teargas ‘English hooligans,’ I guess some of the brittish fans were a bit to enthusiastic.

But anyways, after they were tlaking about Jamaica’s team, there was static then it came back with this wonderful little news item. I love it. Maybe I should move to Australia so I can get national news everyday, 24 hours a day with less fuzz than real audio gives me.

‘Closet’ magazine, the new gay women’s magazine in S. Africa is having a national search for an alternative term to use for their readers, as they feel that lesbian has always been used derogatorily and they want to find a term that will not put their readers down.

Earlier, I was listening they started to play this song,and a voice said ‘who’s responsible for these fish?’ (I think) and then it went all fuzzy and I had to reload it and I never found out what came next. It’s full of these odd little comments, I left it on and left the room once, when I came back my mom said the DJs had been discussing ‘how to treat other people’s children.’ Should you just smile them when they’re being naughty, or would it be okay to ‘cuff them upside the head?’

What a great radio station!

Yesterday I watched a movie called ‘Tank Girl.’ It was funny, it was great. I want to share it with you all. Here, I’ll open my mouth really, really wide, and you can look in and see what I ate while watching it… What? Oh, yeah, I guess that’s not what you’d want to see.

I did some research. Actually, I just did a search for ‘tank girl’ on hotbot. The movie came out in 1995, and Tank Girl was originally drawn in Britain as a cartoon character, as an anti-barbie type character. To be different than the other toon-girls. A female character that would ‘smoke, drink and puke with the best of them.’ Yuppers, well she’s definitely a bitch. Your mother wouldn’t want you to know about Tank Girl. Too late now, right?

Ack. Today has been a bit odd so far.

Okay, so it hasn’t really been that odd. Strange things have happened. That’s what I meant to say.

First I couldn’t go to sleep last night till late, which is odd, because I haven’t been having insomnia this week. Oh well, I guess it came back. So, anyways, I overslept my alarm clock and woke up to Mum in the kitchen instead of my dad.

Then, at about, umm, well, a while ago, maybe noonish? there was an earthquake. I had just stood up for something. To pet the dog, I don’t know. Then the floor lurched.

My heart went all fluttery, I’m always expecting ‘the big one’ so I can think about what will happen, will I live, how will my out of state friends know if I’m okay or not? I’ll crawl ten miles with a broken leg and cracked ribs to the high school where there will be all sorts of refuges but I will fight through them, refusing medical help for my wounds, all the way to the computer lab, which will be empty. The power won’t have gone out yet. (The school has a generator anyway?) I’ll log on and check my email. 20 messages from worried people who know me and have been watching the news. My whole town has collapsed. Am I there? Am I okay? Yes, I’ll type in reply. I’m okay. I’m alive. My ‘x’ had a horrible concussion but I saved him/her when the house caught on fire. And then I’ll go and bring a few people back to life.

It was only a two second quake though. The house shivered lightly for a moment and I stood in the middle of the living room, wanting to crumple to the floor, put my ear to the carpet to hear any tremors. Was it still shaking, or was that my legs?

I went up to my sister’s room. ‘Did you feel that?’ She was half asleep and made an unintelligible reply. I considered sending email to local friends, subject ‘EARTHQUAKE! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!’ but decided against it.

Then, about 10-15 minutes ago, I heard the distinctive thunk! of a bird hitting the window. This happens a lot, unfortunately. We’ve got big picture windows in the living room. I got up, to look for the bird, and I saw a bird up by the window, fluttering and staying in one place. Then it landed on this tree which is right outside the window and another bird, or the same species came up and landed on top of it and started pecking at it’s head. At first I wasn’t sure if they were trying to fuck or what, but I guess they were fighting. The bird on top kep pecking the other ones head, then they fell out of the tree and fluttered about to keep from hitting the deck and almost hit the window again in the process. Then they flew away. It was very strange.

Now, I just spent a long time reading all of the overheard page at VixWeb. It’s funny. It’s long. It’s entertainment for an entire afternoon if you want to discuss them with someone else. Unfortunately, I’m all alone, so I can’t. Today I also visited random webpage which I wouldn’t reccomend. Not that there’s anything wrong with the content. I haven’t looked at the content. I looked at the colors on the first page and it made me sick. Now, I have nothing against people having webpages. I am just against things which are aesthetically unpleasing. Like Captain Ahab in Moby Dick. Now that guy is pretty weird.

Had enough? I have!

I went nocturnal after school let out, I’m not sure. I just read later and later every night — no one bothered me with chores or inane questions — and it never seems to affect my health.

Yesterday though, I went to sleep at 5 am and got up at 2 pm, which is 9 hours sleep. Theoretically, that’s all I need. I know I can operate just fine on 7, yet the whole time I was awake yesterday, the part after 2 pm anyway, I was horribly tired. It was worse when I went outside, it had decided to be sunny after all, the bright light made me sleepier. I had Youth Court that evening too, a bar meeting and an arraignment. I was glad that my co-counsel was there to tell me when I was supposed to talk. If she hadn’t been there, I would have missed a couple big things, like summary of the facts of the case. At least I wasn’t on defense, I would have had to talk to a client.

I went to sleep at 10 o’clock, even though I’d just gotten up eight hours earlier. I woke up a couple times, not sure if I was tired or not, to let cats in and out and to fill their dish once. At 7:30 I heard my dad in the kitchen getting ready for work, so I got up and dressed and went out to talk to him.

I feel odd today too, my body, I think, can’t decide to be tired or not. I had some coffee, but I’m still yawning. I’ve slept for 16 of the last 24 hours. It’s just so odd. I can’t get over it.

It’s all for the best anyway. In about two weeks I head south east, to Pennsylvania for smart brat camp which is four time zones earlier. If I’d kept with the nocturnal schedule, I’d have been extremely screwed up when I got there.

I am fey. Fae. Faerie is a much better spelling than fairy. Fairy is too new. No one ever uses ae in anything anymore. So it follows that faerie should be spelled faerie, because there are not so many faeries around anymore. It might even be better to say, when speaking aloud, ‘fay-ree.’

Fae, then, is the quality of being like a faerie.

This morning, I am fae. Mostly I am fae in my behavior and mind set. To be fae physically would involve growing wings and losing a lot of weight.

It’s the fae time of day though, so I can be as fae as I like. Half past four in the morning is a twilight time. It’s a silent time, but it isn’t lonely.

The two cats wander into my room occasionally, and tell me the latest. Perhaps it is news, perhaps gossip about the frogs, perhaps complaints about the slowness of humans in opening doors for them. It’s only a conversational ‘mrra?’ to me, being fae doesn’t help with feline mysteries.

I went for a walk, just now, in my po-jammies. And my off brand sandal things. I was sitting in the living room, opening my new toothbrush. I had originally meant to just brush my teeth, in the bathroom, but when I went to open the package (it’s a very new toothbrush) it was loud, and I was afraid I’d wake someone, so I went to the living room, which is on the other side of the house from any bedrooms.

The cats appeared and wished to go out. So I opened the door for them. It didn’t seem so cold outside, and it was just sulking overcast, so I got my sandals and followed the cats outside. I ripped open the toothbrush. It made a nice ripped plastic sound. The cats gave me ‘what do you think you’re doing?’ looks, so I went down to the dock.

This year seems to be the 7th year in one of those seven-year cycles, there’s an overdose of pollen from the spruce trees. There is a bunch of it floating in the lake, a pale yellow film on the surface. I remember one year when I was little when it did this, but there was a lot more. Of course, I lived in a different house where there were more spruce trees at the time.

The cats followed me out on the dock. It’s funny to watch them hurrying through the grass. They sort of hop, or bound.

After the pollen had lost it’s appeal (how long can you spend looking at yellow powder?) I walked off across the lawn, to go see the horses.

I was thinking I should sing or soemthing, like I usually do when walking around in the early morning, to warn moose of my approach. Then I noticed there was a moose not far ahead, just off the road. He was watching me, warily. “Good morning moose,” I said.

Moose (meese?) aren’t really dangerous. Sure, they could kill you, but that’s if you’re stupid or its a moose that’s got serious psychological problems. They’re herbivores, after all. You don’t startle them, you leave if you come across a mother with a baby. Myself, I don’t know how well they can see, so I always keep up a running monologue when dealing moose. They’re really good at listening.**

“I’m taking a walk this morning,” I told this particular moose. “It’s 4 am, or maybe it’s later by now. I don’t really know. You can just sit there. Or you can leave. Or you could have a mouthful of plants too, if you like. Yes, just like you’re doing now. I’m just a 15 year old girl. A human girl. Taking a walk at an ungodly hour for reasons I’ve forgotten. I’m wearing a tshirt, underpants, sweatpants and sandals. They’re tevas. Wait, no, they’re not tee-vas. Tay-vas. However it’s said. No, they’re made by a company called river rapids. I’ve had them for a long time. Oh yes, I wanted to tell you, moose, that I’m not wearing a bra. Just my CTY tshirt, undies and sweatpants. And my off brand sandals. Goodbye moose! Mr. Moose. Or Miss Moose? Ms. Moose? The Honorable Moose! Goodbye to you, The Honorable Moose!”

I looked back. The moose had moved closer to the road and was watching me, with an odd sort of look on its face, even for a moose. Perhaps it was confused.

The horses, Dominoe and Rummington, weren’t much fun. When I got over to them, it started to rain. Horrid clouds anyway. Then, the horses turned out to have their own personal bug clouds. Rummi came over to me, like he always does, and brought his bugs. I let him sniff my hands, and watched his feet carefully. Horses have big feet, and if they forget where they’re putting them, sandals won’t help.

I didn’t want to walk back across the pasture, so I had to lure Rummi away from the part of the fence where I go through. It’s barbed wire, and mostly metal posts, but some places there’s two of thicker wooden posts with one slantwise between them, which I can climb over. Rummi watched me go, Dominoe never seems to pay much attention to people.

The moose was gone when I walked back, but the cats were waiting for someone to open the door for them again.

**I’m not an expert. I just live here. Don’t sue me if you talk to a moose and it tramples you anyway.