BSA compliance sucks

Note: I will never get involved in BSA compliance projects. Ever again.

Now I just need to write a program to scribble that on a blackboard until the bell rings.

Lithping

By the way, Lisp is fantabulous.
I'm on all of page 44 in ISBN:0-13-370875-6 and seriously digging it.

Niggles

transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 20 September 2006 @ 07:03 am

So, being kicked about by this post
http://community.livejournal.com/bloodspell/2006/09/19/
I'm going to have to start keeping a list of the little niggles in my life so that I can yank them into shape. Maybe I'll shoot for fixing one a month.

Flaws

transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 05 September 2006 @ 03:19 pm

Hmph. Character flaw: I always throw away my past.

Digging through memories

transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 05 September 2006 @ 08:30 am

So I'm digging through some old papers of mine and keep coming across random dribblings. None of them great. I suppose I'll prop them up here just to keep them around.
And here's the first condidate.

Untitled

What exists within each of these shells,
A soul,
A mind,
A person.
Secreted away beneath our skins,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Our souls shine,
Our minds burn,
We glow with an eternal light.
The skin provides the balance for our unfettered souls,
The shadow to eat our light,
The shade to block out the sun,
The blanket to smother the child.

Feeeelings.... etc etc

transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 23 May 2006 @ 10:18 pm
Odd feeling. I'm not sure whether to like it or hate it.
I'm listening to Blue October and it's makeing me bizarrely contemplatively depressed (I need 2 mood tags in here!). Or, at any rate, that's the best way I can describe it.
I'm familiar with the song's mood. Been there, yada yada. But, if there were something I could somehow impress upon the narrator I'd say simply, the only time you have no worth is when you believe it. And that doesn't say enough, because it leaves out all the good stuff that I can't express.

So I'm sitting here feeling the echoes of past emotion, angst, worthlessness, etc, and thinking about how wrong they all are. While seeing in my mind's eye (ech, cliche) this mirror of myself crying through the radio. Hence, odd feeling. Maybe it happens to everyone as they grow older. This is all new to me though. Maybe I just haven't gotten enough sleep lately.

And tangentially, I'm internally chastising myself for half-reveling in the echoes of emotion past, telling myself that my present circumstances leave no room for such ideas. Because after all, how can I raise a child to believe in themself if I can't do the same? Confused and tangled tonight, which is probably why I'm here to try and make sense of it.

Current Mood: angst hope
Current Music: Blue October "Hate me"

Night

transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 23 March 2006 @ 07:59 am

Night

Pine trees in the moon
Each needle distinctly seen
Onyx in pure cream

-Written some time ago on my Treo and only now transcribed to LJ. This is probably a safer place for it anyway.