( Behold the awesomeness )
There you have it. Teh Kitteh is an artiste. Can't wait to see what the little monster makes next.
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Vote Cthulhu. Because if you don't, he'll fucking eat you.
LOL. No, but seriously, these are my endorsements for President and for the CA propositions this coming election.
( Endorsement time!!!! )
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My facebook status this week and until election rolls along is this:
Jolleen will shun anyone who votes for Props 8 and 4. Shunnnnn. Shuuuuuunnnnnn.
Because of this, I found out that a cousin of mine is voting yes on 8. My heart is broken. Broken, I tell you. You have no idea how bad it feels that a family member of yours is voting on a proposition that would deny rights to you and to the people you love, effectively shunning you and others like you under the law.
Notice my choice of words in the above paragraph.
I've been dawdling about this, but I guess now is the time to come out (yeah, I know, too late for national coming-out week). I am bisexual. I've known it for quite a while--since HS, actually--I've told some of you about it, and for those of you I didn't tell, you may have guessed it. Surprise (or not), Jolleen is bi.
I've only ever dated and shown that I was attracted to guys, yes, but that stemmed out of fear--fear that I would be judged, fear that I would be shunned, fear that I would not be loved back by the woman I'd show love to, fear that my sexual orientation would be dismissed as promiscuity and not taken seriously. It's a horrible feeling, this fear that you'd be judged because of the gender of the person you choose to be with. Even now, as I broadcast the fact that I am very much bisexual to the whole world, I fear that my family and friends will change their opinion of me when they see this entry...that they'll love me less, or even hate me. I know how my mom and some of my other family members and friends talk about gay people. I've heard them say "bakla," "tibo," "fag," etc. in that horribly dismissive and deriding tone. I've carefully hidden how much that hurts, but now, I have to speak up. It hurts. It hurts ME.
Look, I'm still currently very much in love with a male member of our species--my boyfriend is a wonderful man, and I'll go on loving him as long as I can, and I plan to marry him someday. But...I just can't help thinking that I was (and still am, a little) attracted to a female who is a lot like my boyfriend--she's a wonderful, beautiful woman who shares the same interests and love of music that I do. If circumstances were such that I got over my fears, accepted her offer to go out, and ended up with her instead, I would most probably have loved her as much as I love my boyfriend. I would've wanted my family to welcome her as much as they've welcomed my boyfriend, I would've wanted her family to welcome me too, I would want all my friends to be happy for us, and I would have wanted to marry her. And I couldn't have married her if it was illegal under the law. Do you understand how heartbroken I would be? Do you understand how much it would hurt? I do, and I'm not even in the situation--I just came *thisclose* to being in it.
So...now that you know this about me, you will understand why I am asking--no, begging--all of you to vote NO on Proposition 8.
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Oh well, it's ok. Thank T-mobile for wifi access.
On another note, my grandfather passed away yesterday, right while I was packing my clothes for this trip. I feel really sad and a bit guilty that I'm going to China instead of going back to the RP to see him, but then I realized he'd like it better if I was going out, learning and exploring the world instead of grieving for him. He was big on that, my lolo. The grieving can wait--right now, it's all about getting all I can from this experience, and everything I get from this trip will have been a tribute to my lolo, who always encouraged me to see all that I could see and learn all that I could learn.
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Writer Arthur C. Clarke dies at 90
By RAVI NESSMAN, Associated Press Writer 9 minutes ago
COLOMBO, Sri Lanka - Arthur C. Clarke, a visionary science fiction writer who co-wrote "2001: A Space Odyssey"and won worldwide acclaim with more than 100 books on space, science and the future, died Wednesday, an aide said. He was 90.
Clarke, who had battled debilitating post-polio syndrome since the 1960s, died at 1:30 a.m. in his adopted home of Sri Lanka after suffering breathing problems, aide Rohan De Silva said.
Co-author with Stanley Kubrick of Kubrick's film "2001: A Space Odyssey," Clarke was regarded as far more than a science fiction writer.
He was credited with the concept of communications satellites in1945, decades before they became a reality. Geosynchronous orbits,which keep satellites in a fixed position relative to the ground, are called Clarke orbits.
He joined American broadcaster Walter Cronkite as commentator on the U.S. Apollo moonshots in the late 1960s.
Clarke's non-fiction volumes on space travel and his explorations of the Great Barrier Reef and Indian Ocean earned him respect in the world of science, and in1976 he became an honorary fellow of the American Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics.
But it was his writing that shot him to his greatest fame and that gave him the greatest fulfillment.
"Sometimes I am asked how I would like to be remembered," Clarke said recently. "I have had a diverse career as a writer, underwater explorer and space promoter. Of all these I would like to be remembered as a writer."
From 1950, he began a prolific output of both fiction and non-fiction, sometimes publishing three books in a year. He published his best-selling "3001: The Final Odyssey" when he was 79.
Some of his best-known books are "Childhood's End," 1953; "The City and The Stars," 1956, "The Nine Billion Names of God," 1967;"Rendezvous with Rama," 1973; "Imperial Earth," 1975; and "The Songs of Distant Earth," 1986.
When Clarke and Kubrick got together to develop a movie about space,they used as basic ideas several of Clarke's shorter pieces, including "The Sentinel,"written in 1948, and "Encounter in the Dawn." As work progressed on the screenplay, Clarke also wrote a novel of the story. He followed it up with "2010," "2061," and "3001: The Final Odyssey."
In 1989, two decades after the Apollo 11 moon landings, Clarke wrote: "2001 was written in an age which now lies beyond one of the great divides in human history; we are sundered from it forever by the moment when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin stepped out on to the Sea of Tranquility. Now history and fiction have become inexorably intertwined."
Clarke won the Nebula Award of the Science Fiction Writers of America in 1972, 1974 and 1979; the Hugo Award of the World Science Fiction Convention in 1974 and 1980, and in 1986 became Grand Master of the Science Fiction Writers of America. He was awarded the CBE in 1989.
Born in Minehead,western England, on Dec. 16, 1917, the son of a farmer, Arthur Charles Clark became addicted to science fiction after buying his first copies of the pulp magazine "Amazing Stories" at Woolworth's. He read English writers H.G. Wells and Olaf Stapledon and began writing for his school magazine in his teens.
Clarke went to work as a clerk in Her Majesty's Exchequer and Audit Department in London, where he joined the British Interplanetary Society and wrote his first short stories and scientific articles on space travel.
It was not until after the World War II that Clarke received a bachelor of science degree in physics and mathematics from King's College in London.
In the wartime Royal Air Force, he was put in charge of a new radar blind-landing system.
But it was an RAF memo he wrote in 1945 about the future of communications that led him to fame. It was about the possibility of using satellites to revolutionize communications — an idea whose time had decidedly not come.
Clarke later sent it to a publication called Wireless World, which almost rejected it as too far-fetched.
Clarke married in 1953, and was divorced in 1964. He had no children.
He moved to the Indian Ocean island of Sri Lanka in 1956 after embarking on a study of the Great Barrier Reef.
Clarke, who had battled debilitating post-polio syndrome since the 1960s and sometimes used a wheelchair, discovered that scuba-diving approximated the feeling of weightlessness that astronauts experience in space. He remained a diving enthusiast, running his own scuba venture into old age.
"I'm perfectly operational underwater," he once said.
Clarke was linked by his computer with friends and fans around the world, spending each morning answering e-mails and browsing the Internet.
At a 90th birthday party thrown for Clarke in December, the author said he had three wishes: for Sri Lanka's raging civil war to end, for the world to embrace cleaner sources of energy and for evidence of extraterrestrial beings to be discovered.
In an interview with The Associated Press, Clarke once said he did not regret having never followed his novels into space, adding that he had arranged to have DNA from strands of his hair sent into orbit.
"One day, some super civilization may encounter this relic from the vanished species and I may exist in another time," he said. "Move over, Stephen King."
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On the Net:
The Arthur C. Clarke Foundation: http://www.clarkefoundation.org
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IT WAS EMPTY. My food was not there.
WHY?!?! Why the fuck would you throw away a perfectly good, half-eaten Thai duck dinner?!?!? Specifically, MY perfectly good, half-eaten, Thai duck dinner, with a bowl of Tom Yum seafood soup on the side?!?! IT'S DUCK, people. Duck is freaking expensive. So is the seafood in the Tom Yum soup. Teh bf bought it for me because I'm sick and I need cheering up and healthy food. That's $10 down the drain--teh bf ate the other $10 worth of food, and he was saving my half for when I felt well enough to eat. Now I'm awake at 5:30am with NOTHING good to eat. I have to content myself with canned stuff or instant ramen instead of a wonderful, spicy Tom Yum soup and duck meal.
If you're going to throw food away, ASK, dammit. And if no one is there to say yea or nay as was in this case, because the decongestant I took knocked me out at around 7:30pm last night, give it the benefit of the doubt and throw it in the fridge. The terrible waste of duck that happened today would've been avoided if my family members just followed the above instructions. But nooooooo. They don't. They just throw away good food.
I want my duck, dammit. Somebody better buy me a replacement, or else I will be ornery for the rest of the day.
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So as you have surmised from the above rant, I'm sick. Like, really sick. It's a particularly nasty bug that produces flu-like symptoms. My nose is congested and/or runny, my sinuses hurt like hell, my head hurts, my throat is raw, and it seems like all my muscles hurt. Sounds like the flu, right? Except I shouldn't have the flu because I got a flu-shot before the season, like a good sheep should. Damn it. Damn it to Heck.
I think stress is the reason my sickness is as bad as it is. Commuting 6hrs a day then being in school from 9-5 doesn't help. I do get every other day off because I only go to class on MWF and TThSSu are free, but still. Sigh. Bedrest it is for the rest of the weekend.
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Election time, and Gravel is still in the race, people! For those of you who were supporting Kucinich and now have no one to support, check Gravel out. From blog.wired.com:
"...you will take the oppressive nature of the state and marry it with the oppressive nature of religion, and that is the ultimate oppression of human beings."
WOW. That is the first time I've heard of a political figure say in no uncertain terms that it is NOT right to keep injecting religious thought into everything. See, this is why you who can vote should support him.
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I'm organizing a charity folding bike ride on April 19. If you want to join, check out http://socal.folder.ride.googlepages.co
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Happy 2008 people!!!
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*also, if you're coming to the concert and live in the San Gabriel Valley text/call me so I can mooch a ride. Thanks.*
2) To all my SoCal friends: movie night at my place on either Thursday or Friday next week. I've been spending too much time commuting back and forth between uni and home/teh bf's place and not enough time with you guys. Bring movies and whatever snacks you want, and I'll have popcorn and some movies and Korean TV series. IM me for more details.
3) Geminid meteor shower peaks on Thursday to Friday. Let's watch!! Bring warm jacket/hot drinks/significant other/cuddle buddy
4) To all those with finals next week--good luck! One more week--just one more week!--and we can rest and breathe again.
5) To teh bf: ... You know.
6)
That's all. Must go charge my laptop, eat, study, rest, get ready for my concert, and face the 3hr slog back home...AT 11pm. 5hrs if the bus lines aren't running anymore and I have to bike. In the night. T_T
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*HEADDESKS*
Thanks to the wonderful Metro/Foothill bus system, and the fact that I live waaaaaaaaaay east of LA and UCLA is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay west of it, with 40-odd miles of traffic separating the two, I spent 7 hours yesterday commuting to and from UCLA. Great. I had to wake up at 4:30am (but then I fell back asleep, so I ended up leaving the house at 9am), spend 3+ hours stuck in traffic on the bus, face squished against someone who was guaranteed to be either sweaty, smelly, dirty, or a combination of the above, and then I had to traipse around UCLA, looking for the freebies (which I didn't find! They said there'd be freebies but when I got there they were gone!!!) and where my classes would be.
*HEADDESKS*
Then on the 3+ hour ride home, I got stuck sitting beside a not very pleasant smelling homeless guy because the bus was full. Hey, at least I was sitting and not standing. I also had to endure screaming black middle school girls, a squalling toddler who I probably would've found cute if my head wasn't exploding, and a probably gay guy who said my toenail polish was cute.
*HEADDESKS*
Public transportation in LA fucking sucks, but the only other alternative--driving--sucks and is bloody expensive to boot. The compromise between the two, vanpooling, sounds good, but vanpooling is a $100 more expensive than just plain commuting and I still have to wake up at an ungodly hour to get to the vanpool meeting place on time. Carpools could work, but they're hard to coordinate. Gak. Stuck between a rock and a hard place indeed.
*HEADDESKS*
*HEADDESKS*
*HEADDESKS*
ad infinitum
I feel like a zombie. Thank god for my absolutely wonderful bf for bringing me oatmeal creme pies though--he had to go to Target and use the "pregnant wife" excuse to get them. (side note: hey, it's a great excuse--no one wants to piss of pregnant women!). The cream pies are absolutely divine with a nice, warm cup of tea.
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Other announcements:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN CHAAAAAAAAN!!
I'm looking for a carpool to UCLA. If you wanna form a carpool, contact me here or through my email, nekohime[AT]gmail[DOT]com
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