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Every time I killed him

It is difficult to make sense of my dream this afternoon. Sometimes, my mind forms a coherent narrative, with a distinct beginning, middle, and end. I blame being an English major for those days. But, more often it's more typical, with my dreams being more variations on a theme than simply one story. There are points to be made, however.   I was a magical practitioner in a holy order, one dedicated to the eradication of an undead menace that was so far winning. Zombies would probably a good en
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Not entirely certain where I'm going with this

As I say, not sure where this is headed, and the beginning may be screwed to all hell. Only thing I know for sure is that all this sounds different happening to someone else.     ***Untitled Piece*** Funny how life works out.   Two months past, I was curled up in his arms, trying everything I could to not think, 'There will not be too many more nights like this.' He was going into the Army within weeks, and within days I had to leave to start college. Because of his grades and my heart, ne
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Dribble Drabble

Had this image in my head for about a week. Needed to excise it.   "Why are you praying?" Fitzpatrick screamed, activating the neural whip in her hands. The bright blue pulse entered her prisoner's skull, arresting the flowing intonation in his throat. But only for a moment. He swallowed, spat, then continued on as if it had been nothing.   "Holy Mary, mother of God..."   They'd been at this for a while. At first, she'd been cheered when it started. Former priests, as this man was, were h
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This Woman is 8 Kinds of Awesome

I cheated a little this week. Before I go buy a book, I'm supposed to write a short story. I need not publish it, show it to any one, or even keep the file, but I do need to write it. This gives me an extra incentive to write, plus it makes me feel that I've really earned what is pretty much my own indulgence in life (Starbucks not counting, as the coffee served at work should be poured back into the cleanser bottle where it can actually serve a useful purpose).   However, Sarah Rees Brennan,
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That depressing color quiz

Just checking in.   Truly, this quiz gives some depressing results, considering how warm the colors that I, at least, had to choose from.   ColorQuiz.com And the actual results: B1ue's Existing Situation   Needs excitement and constant stimulation. Willingly participates in activities that are thrilling and offer adventure.   B1ue's Stress Sources   "Unfulfilled hopes have left him feeling uncertain and even a little fearful about the future. Needs to feel secure and avoid further di
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Technically, this is a story, which means I can go to Borders again

:Aside: It just occurred to me I forgot to forsake buying books during this year's Lenten season. Oh well, next year.:/Aside:   Sometimes life just comes together.   I was in college. My friend and I were walking on the footpath to the library, her doing most of the talking while I half listened/half boy watched. I was 21 a the time; that was what i did. And a good job too, since I noticed before she did a drop dead gorgeous blond surfer guy, short too, walking towards us in the opposite dir
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Crack Music

I listen to Happy Hardcore, a genre of Techno that my friends cheerfully refer to as crack music. I finally ripped a couple old CDs of the stuff from high school onto my iPod this week, so I had absolutely no problem staying awake all night at work. My coworkers think I'm crazy, since a side effect of Happy Hardcore is that I grin maniacally and occasionally make movements into dancing.   I've forgotten how exhausting it is to be a full adult. It feels like I never have a chance to catch my b
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Here comes the new boss

...same as the old boss.   I'm going back to the job that laid me off earlier this year. Apparently, they weren't lying when they said I'd be called back if they developed an opening. I know, I'm shocked too. I just wish I had managed to find something else steady and solid, so I could have enjoyed not retreating back there, but the money is too much to shrug off. Besides, the company that currently employs me will likely fold us within the year. So, yeah. Being a grownup sucks. I'm also somew
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Yet another post

I've been on a flurry lately. Must be all the extra coffee I've been drinking. I've been having it black for the last little while, because I feel strongly that powdered creamer is something that happens to other people, and by itself, sugar in coffee just seems silly. My parents will be so proud.   California living has finally gotten to me. It was bound to happen sooner or later, but evidence that I've gone around the bend to crazyville has manifested. I've, more and more, been noticing that
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Oh, why not?

A - Age: 25 B- Bed size: Twin C - Chore you hate: All of them, except taking out the trash for some reason D - Dogs or cats: Cat E - Essential start your day item: Music F - Favorite color: Varies. I'm feeling black at the moment G - Gold or Silver: Silver. That one never changes H - Height: 5'10'' I - Instrument played: None J - Job title: Junior LMR K - Kid(s): I'll borrow my sister's if I ever feel a yearning for the pitter-patter of little feet L - Loud or quiet: Quiet M - Mom's
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*Where everybody knows your name...*

Things I have wanted to say at my new job:   "I am not a bartender. I am not paid to hear your life's woes. Please stop."   "Why hello there! Can you turn around for me? Hmm, you know, tight jeans are in fashion right now, you should look into that. Oh, no reason."   "Yes, I lived next to a beach, but I didn't go to the university of spoiled children. That's USC. My school was the University of Casual Sex and Beer."   "It took me 45 minutes to drive to work today. Again. This will not do
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Vive resistance!

My computer has a virus in it. I've guessed this for a couple days, but my anti-virus software just clued in a couple hours ago. The two programs are apparently waging a lengthy and brutal war across my hard drive, if the computer's performance is anything to go by. I wonder how many spam emails it's managed to disseminate over the last few days?   Since I can't do anything complicated, I'll just write a long winded rambling blog. I hope the key logger is recording every tap I make for this. I
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Ooooh

I don't believe I've ever updated twice in one day, but I need to get this crap down before I forget it.   In the process of commenting to Viv's blog, I remembered a conversation an old coworker and I had regarding religion. He told me about this guy named Matthew Alper who wrote a book called The "God" Part of the Brain. The premise of the book is that spirituality is a biological imperitive, a behavior that is as hard-wired into our genes as a cat marking its territory. And as I always do wh
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Sunny day

I should be filling out more job applications, or cleaning up my apartment some more. But it is far too nice a day for that nonsense. No, no, I shall have to go to the beach.   Maybe I'll get the groceries later.   Maybe I'll follow my next whim and chase the sunset.   Whatever. I have an iPod, a notebook, a book, and a good mood. I'm going to have a good day.   Hey, I turned 25 last week. How many more chances am I going to get to play the "f--k the world" game?
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Batting 1000

I've been attempting for some time to rewrite a story that I originally started in college, then mostly lost the track of in its later stages. Since then, I wrote a sequel, then went back and utterly revised a fundamental aspect of the original story. I know none of this is particularly interesting, but I do have a point: when committing a revision of this magnitude, check your assumptions. Best in fact to check your assumptions about what you've written at the door.   In this case, in the ori
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They do that?

Something in the way of a public service message, since I'm probably not the only person about with a couple hundred books in their possession.   I was pawing through the back section, looking for one of my old textbooks when the corner of my mind noted that sun rays were making light spots on one of my books. This thought engaged the rest of my brain, since it was 2 am and in any case it would be all but impossible for sunlight to ever reach that particular book, due to the angles of the wind
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I lived. No promises on the next four months...

My work, in its infinite wisdom, has once again screwed me over. This is one of the moments I wish I was a little less imaginative, because I can completely understand why they are making the changes they are making, and that they in no way are doing it to "get" me. While the situation would suck no less, irrational anger is fun and makes the time pass.   Ah well. At least the concentrated stress of the last month is over, and we're hitting our natural lull. I can't say I have my life back unt
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The Tale of Monkey King

This is what happens when I don't get enough sleep. Totally not edited, btw.   Tell me a story, Khay. I don't want to. Aw, come on. Please? I said I don't want to. If you want a story so bad, why don't you tell one? You owe me one. How come I always owe you a story? Something must be wrong with your record keeping. Nah. Seems to come out right every time to me. I saw your grade in Algebra. That's not reassuring. Come on. You know you're going to. Might as well give in now before I tak
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Heading into my bunker

I've been lame and not updating this thing, I know. I have been writing a little, but its mostly military science fiction (also what I've been reading), so I can't see that going over too well over here. The characters aren't Gay, in any case.   Actually, last week I wrote a story for the sole and express purpose of using the phrase, "Tracking just nailed the ID. Coming up...ah, crap! It's the Shittin' Kitten."   Last Tuesday more or less blew. I'd still rather Ms. Clinton had been the one t
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Harbinger of Doom

I just saw an advertisement for "Captain Dan and his Scurvy Crew," who provide the world with "Authentic Pirate Hip-Hop."     I'm still trying to assimilate that one. I'm making an effort to be rational, and not to view it as a sign of a coming apocalypse, but I think it won't hurt to hit a confessional over the next couple days and take communion this weekend.
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On the heels of the last...

"On the heels" I say when the last entry was almost a month ago. What I mean by that is this entry will be a related successor to the last, so go read it and come back.   First off, I now have to wonder what is rougher on me, a really bad nightmare or a really good dream. The nightmares I can wake up from. The good dreams I wake up into a world that isn't the dream. That happened right after I posted the last entry, and it bummed me out for a couple days.   But anyways, my back brain has onc
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Clearly, I've not been watching enough movies

My back brain has decided that I've not been watching enough monster movies, and has seen fit to provide them for me. Nearly every day for the last week has come with a monster or horror driven nightmare. Today, I was a dimension-skipper, trying with my cousin and some guy we picked up along the way to stay ahead of an alien race that seeks to devour the human race. Apparently, we really do taste good with ketchup. The dream even saw to providing standard movie tropes, such as the burgeoning lov
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Love is...yeah, about that

Wanted to get this down before I went to bed for the morning.   A few weeks ago, a friend asked me how I could tell I was in love. Or, rather, how he could tell he was in love, but whatever. I demurred; said I'd only been in love the once for real, and it was quite one-sided, so my experiences can't exactly be considered definitive, but he pressed. So the best I came up with was "when he was cut, I bled."   Since then, I've been trying to find a better way to sum up my thoughts on love, the
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Ghost Stories

I'm throwing around a couple of different story ideas for this anthology. A couple are more cerebreal interpretations of the word ghost, but the one that has the most traction in my mind features an actual ghost, so I may do that instead. There's just one little stumbling block...which I think just came together in my mind. Well then. Ghost story it is.   To err is human, to forgive divine, but not a particularly interesting story. So Khayyam Barat tells us one about bloody satisfaction instea
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Stuck in Traffic. Please send Food and Coffee.

I drove back from my parent's this evening. What typically takes me 6 hours, if I hit a bit of traffic and don't speed on the gravel roads (but what else are gravel roads for?) took me nine hours to complete. This was due to CalTrans deciding it needed to fix every section of every freeway, all at once. Tonight, as a matter of fact. There were seven different instances of lanes removed from traffic, in four cases the freeways were reduced to a single lane of traffic. But you know, those I could
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