http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:termite-of-justice&section=today deviantART RSS for by:termite-of-justice en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 11 Dec 2009 01:56:41 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/21766982/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/21766982/ Mon, 01 Dec 2008 13:43:51 PST
I'm rocking life at Reed. (Except for that whole pesky academic part; chemistry is kicking my ass. I'm actually dropping it—basically getting no credit in any practical purpose—and taking biology next year. Bah.)

Rock rock rock. I rock. Rock rock blah rock.

SO WHAT'VE YOU BEEN UP TO?

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Just go. No words. Just go.

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Anyway, I get to waste time tomorrow, since we're "snowed out," by which I mean we have about two inches.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/16360947/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/16360947/ Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:11:53 PST
Holy shitting Jesus fuck fucking fuck shit fuck. That's $38,000 in a grant from Reed alone.

I have $2500 in subsidized loan packages, but shit, I'm planning on picking up around $4000 in scholarships if I get off my ass and fill out some UFCW and OSAC paperwork, and do my Reitman. Easy.

When I get a fantastic job and lots of money and shit, I am so donating to the scholarship fund. This is srs bsns, here. Srs ind.

Thank God. I was freaking out like a thing that's freaking out.

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Thanks, Toshiba. I love you too.

But TAKE THAT, MATURE CONTENT FILTER! I CAN LOOK AT ALL THE PENIS I WANT!

Why, computer, why? Why must you hate me?

I'm sitting on a pile of boxes in the office, using the old 256Mb RAM piece of shit, since I was a dumbass and let my mother pick out her own computer.

I need to call the repair peeps, but I keep forgetting.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/16157752/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/16157752/ Sat, 29 Dec 2007 20:03:10 PST
Well. I updated my age ten hours and some-odd minutes early, since I was born at 6:24, but no one cares about the OMG technicalities.

BURNING UPDATES:
Listening to: "Bukowski," Modest Mouse
Being: Angst-ridden.

I got a new camera last night, and after 1) taking several inexplicably blurry pictures and 2) actually reading the manual, I think I've figured the bugger out. I plan on doing an infinity-part concept folio called:

Rule #34.
No exceptions.

Yep. There aren't.

John saw the death of the world and took comfort in his god. I am mostly envious of the faithful.

You were laying on the carpet, like you're satin in a coffin. You said do you believe what you're sayin? Yeah, right now but not that often. Well, you disappeared so often, like you dissolved into coffee...everybody's talking about their short lists; everybody's talking about death.

I've gotten like 8905328 blue screens o' death in the past week. RAM problems, apparently. I'm calling the repair house...um...eventually.

Oh, cool. I can finally stop seeing that stupid mature content warning sign.

Small comfort.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/16100932/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/16100932/ Tue, 25 Dec 2007 20:58:37 PST
My present for Christmas (all I asked for was a $300 enrollment fee for college ) was a hair straightener.

I was reading the "IMPORTANT SAFETY INSTRUCTIONS," and #8 was:

"Never use while sleeping."

... What?

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But then my tummy itched and then my legs started itching so I took some Benadryl but they're still itching so maybe I'm dying.

It's probably leukemia.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/15869745/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/15869745/ Sun, 09 Dec 2007 21:35:21 PST
Beside, only twenty days to stick it out, anyway. I'm sure no one will submit anything life-changing between then and now.

In other news, uh...

-shrugs- Someday I'll get around to hooking up my scanner. I only have 1GB of RAM on Vista, though, so GIMP'll probably be as slow as ever.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/15563009/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/15563009/ Sun, 18 Nov 2007 13:17:01 PST , I have gone through and made my entire gallery non-Mature Content.

Yes, this is probably illegal. But damnit, I tire of not being able to read my own stuff.

So there.

And thank you to my lovely boy, for telling me about the nifty new folder feature.

Ha. Alliteration.

I haven't written in forever, and it makes me sad. I hope I didn't lose it. It feels like I lost it.

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]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11855441/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11855441/ Sat, 17 Feb 2007 13:21:58 PST
I feel happier now.

So does Simba.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11821705/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11821705/ Wed, 14 Feb 2007 20:10:39 PST my blog. I won't repost it here, but I once again showcase my nonconformity by A) Not liking Valentine's Day and B) Not hating it because it's commercial/makes people bitter/etc.

In other news, I didn't want to drink my normal tea (Stash chai, or black tea with cherry flavouring) because of caffeine fears, so I went for Celestial Seasoning's Lemon Zinger.

The bag broke a little, so there is a small amount of floaty bits in my not-that-great tea, and it makes my throat itchy. The tea isn't lemony enough. It's just weak and slightly acidic. Sonbitch. There are very few teas I actually enjoy. (Raspberry is not one of them. Raspberry gum however, I enjoy very much. Lots of nostagia going on with raspberry gum, yep yep.)

Ahaha, watch the little insecure dudette. She's foamcore.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11664304/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11664304/ Fri, 02 Feb 2007 20:31:33 PST
"Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it"

E.E. Cummings is the shiz, as is Pablo Neruda.

Check out "If everything happens that can't be done," and "Sonnet XVII," by the respective artists.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

Oh, to write so.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11558936/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11558936/ Wed, 24 Jan 2007 21:47:59 PST
AAAAAARRRGGGGGGGGHH! HOW DOES ANYONE DO THIS!?

I have to finish a mixed media piece by the first of February in order to submit it for show. And I'm stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck.

And so I did what I always do when I get stressed: freak out. Hands-wringing, manic laughing, the whole bit.

Man...there goes my art major. No way can I do this for a degree.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11412012/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11412012/ Fri, 12 Jan 2007 15:55:21 PST Ai-En-Yuki. She embodies everything that I wish deviantART to be turning into, in the near future.
This thing is simply, superbly excellent.

I give it five out of five s.

If this is what the world is coming to, I fully support it.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11336308/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11336308/ Sat, 06 Jan 2007 11:29:23 PST
I want more time to do my homework, more time with my sexy plaything, more time to spend on art & such.

I want more inspiration to write; I haven't written in so godawfully long.

I lost a cookie yesterday. I really wanted that cookie, too, and now I can't find it. This makes me sad.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11276325/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11276325/ Mon, 01 Jan 2007 14:35:39 PST The quality is terrible, but my talent is so mindboggling that you can look past that.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11215624/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11215624/ Thu, 28 Dec 2006 12:24:40 PST
In 2006:

LIFE
() stayed single for the whole year
() got your first kiss
(x) kissed someone new
(x) broke up with someone
() gotten broken up with
() made-out for the first time
(x) made-out in/on a car
() kissed in the snow
(x)celebrated Halloween
(x) kissed in the rain
(x) fell in love
() had your heart broken
(x) broke someone else's heart
() had a stalker
() mooned someone
(x) went over the minutes on your cell phone
(x) had a good relationship with someone
(x) suffered through teenage heartbreak Someone else's, of course. 'Cos I'm a—heartbreaker! Dream-maker! Love-taker, don't you mess around with me!
(x) someone questioned your sexual orientation
() came out of the closet
() gotten pregnant
() gotten someone else pregnant
() had an abortion
() gotten married
() had a divorce
(x) dated someone you'll never forget
(x) done something you've regretted
() lost your true love to someone else
() lost faith in love That could be debated.
() kissed under mistletoe

WORK/SCHOOL
() got a promotion
() got a pay raise
() got a job
(x) waited until one day before to begin a project
() lost your job
() quit your job
() dated a co-worker
() dated your boss
() dated your boss' daughter/son
() got fired from your job
(x) took an honors/advanced class
(x) broke the dress code
( ) jacked off/fingered in class
() sent to the principles office for misbehavior
(x) got straight A's
(x) met one teacher you really like
(x) met one teacher you really hated
() failed a class
(x) cut class
() kicked someone in the testes
() skipped school
(x) got into a fight with a classmate
(x) did something you were proud of
(x) discovered a new talent
() gave the teachers a reason to teach
(x) proved yourself an idiot
(x) embarassed yourself in front of the class
() fell in love with a teacher
(x) intentionally tripped someone at school
() got lead in the school play
() made a varsity team
(x) were involved in something you'll never forget

OTHER
(x) painted a picture
(x) wrote a poem
(x) ran a mile
(x) seen a live concert
() shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch
() posted a blog on MySpace
(x) listened to music you couldn't stand Billy Talent makes me throw up a little in my mouth.
(x) double-dipped
(x) skinny-dipped And I double-dipped in the lake!
(x) went to a sleepover
(x) went camping
() threw a surprise party
(x) laughed till you cried
(x) laughed till you peed in your pants I miss Alice...
(x) flirted shamelessly
(x) didn't wash your hands after using bathroom I don't recall a specific time, but I'm sure there was one.
(x) visited a foreign country
(x) broke in a line of waiting people
(x) volunteered to help out others
(x) visited a new state
(x) told someone you were busy when you weren't.
() partied to celebrate the new year
(x) cooked a disasterous meal
() drove the car drunk
(x) lost something important to you
()smoked a cigarette
(x) lied about how old you were
(x) got a gift you adore
() got 'shit faced' on alcohol
(x) took a nude picture of yourself Technically, it was legal. So there.
(x) prank called someone
() saw a college football game in person
(x) had the most amazing summer of your life
() reunited with a friend I kinda did the opposite. Suckass.
(x) did something that shocked everyone MOSS DANCING, ANYONE?
() realized your truest friends
(x) told a secret that would ruin your life if revealed I wouldn't say ruin my life, but... It's best not getting out.
() threw a wild party
(x) went to a wild party
(x) drank alcohol
(x) drank alcohol underage
(x) got drunk
() got arrested
(x) read a great book
(x) saw a great movie
() saw a movie so scary that it made you cry
(x) saw your favorite band/artist live Aerosmith—now onto The Cure!
(x) saw someo... ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11142002/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11142002/ Thu, 21 Dec 2006 18:08:59 PST 2) Best. Questionable Content. Ever.

And on another note:

I certainly hope I meet someone someday who is as fucked up as I am, so we can both go all hella crazy on each other's asses and then have hella awesome makeup sex and shit.

Hella yeah.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11120979/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11120979/ Tue, 19 Dec 2006 20:28:27 PST Hootman

SEVEN THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
1) Get ~DudeDudely222 to watch Life of Brian.
2) Learn to pole-dance.
3) Take an IQ test.
4) Go to a Cure concert.
5) And a BMG concert.
6) Get a lot better at drawing and the like.
7) Not-die.


SEVEN THINGS I CAN'T (OR WON'T) DO:
1) Stop procrastinating.
2) Stop being cryptic.
3) Stop doing this stupid quiz and get my UBMS work done.
4) Concede to the "YOU HAVE TO BE POPULAR HOMOGODZ!" dogma.
5) Ever go on the Ferris wheel at Silverwood again.
6) Apologize to you-know-who for you-know-what. (Actually, you don't know. And that is the point.)
7) Tell my mother what I actually think of her.


SEVEN THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
1) "OW!"
2) "-xxorz"
3) "Are you sure it wasn't the Communists?"
4) "-dances- We are 138...we are 138. We are...138!"
5) "Your mom."
6) "No. Really. Your mom."
7) "Can I kick you in the head?"


SEVEN MOVIES I COULD (OR DO) WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:
1) The Wedding Singer
2) The Truth About Cats & Dogs
3) The Rocky Horror Picture Show
4) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
5) Bridget Jones's Diary
6) Monty Python's Life of Brian
7) Umm...I'm really not a movie person. So...um...OH! Running With Scissors. (I wish I could watch it again and again and again...or even just once.)
8) Se7en. Or Road Trip. Either way; I don't care.


SEVEN VIDEO GAMES THAT THE STORY JUST GRABS YOU:
(This one is easy)
1) Jardinains! -You just never know where the little buggers are gonna jump out at you from!
2) Worm Wars -I actually really miss this game, a lot. It was a totally awesome game.
3) The Legend of Dragoon -Okay, I don't give a hoot about the storyline, but there is this "one song" on the game that I ABSOLUTELY LOVELOVELOVE.
4) And, for the rest:
5) I don't
6) play video
7) games.



1. Do you like animals?
Um. They're okay. I love my ratty.

2. Have you ever met an online friend in person?
Umm...Oh. No. I will eventually, though, I'm sure.

3. Are you athletic?
I'm really good at falling on my ass, which should count as a sport.

4. Are you: thin, fat, athletically built etc:
(I'm sorry, I had to fix that "athleticlly" nightmare.)
-looks warily at her love- Um...I'm...very well-built and...um...attractive in lots of ways?

5. How much do you weigh?
130

6. What's your height?
They don't measure increments that small.

7. Shoe size?
6.5 in men's, whateverthehellfits in women's.

8. Girls- are you tomboyish, girly, normal, etc?
LAWLZ. I'm normal. Yep yep.

9. Guys- Are you girly, or guyish?
I'm testicular.

10. How old are you?
16 for the next ten days.

11.When's your birthday?
December 30, for all of those who cannot count.

12. Do you like to receive giftart?
I never have, but I'd totally love it. Oh, wait, I got a birthday sketch from a friend once.

13. Are you sociable?
I wish I could be, but the Nazi (-cough-) the mother dampens things a bit.

14. Do you have many friends?
Not many, but they're great ones. Except for...that one evil thing we won't talk about.

15. What's your race?
Prefontaine.
No, um, seriously? I'm cracker and Native American.

16. Do you like to talk on the phone?
Not particularly.

17. Are you single or taken?
I'm in a relationship, if that's what you're asking.

18. Do you eat meat?
It's not one of my favourites.

19. Are you paranoid?
About people rooting through my stuff, yes.

20. Do you read a lot?
I used to read a ton.

21. Do you listen to music, what kind?
In SIRIUS channels, I listen to:
17 Classic Vinyl- '60s and '70s rock
22 First Wave- '80s new wave
23 Hair Nation- '80s hair metal and classic rock

22. Do you play any instruments?
Sí, keyboards, clarinet (slightly still), drumset. Oh, and I'm badass on the triangle.

23.How long have you been drawing?
Since I was like, five, but I haven't been drawing regularly until this year.

24.What's the meaning of life?
I don't know, but it's not 42, because that book was lame.

25. Now tag five of your friends! They MUST take this quiz and post it in their Journal!!!! (OMG EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!! :ROLLhttp://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11099065/ Sun, 17 Dec 2006 20:32:16 PST
But, I'm sure, not half as good as my night was.

Thank you, Jimmyjimjimbo, for your well-intentioned prayers. Thanks to them, I furthered my education!

This may sound odd, but it was such an awesome night, I'm injured. My bottom lip is really, really swollen (it looks like someone punched the left side of my face) from a loose wire on my braces combined with waaaay too much lip action, and I'm sore and achey from some of the (non-coital ) positions we were in. And I have a bruise on my forearm, but I've no idea where that's from.

So the summary of Saturday and Sunday:
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Eh, alright.
Sick and tired.
Tired.
Tired and sick.
...Better.
OMFGWTF?
Excellent.
OMG WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIP?
Oh well...
Pretty damned good.
SRSLY. What happened to my lip?
This isn't helping my lip.
Still isn't helping my lip.
Oh, who cares about my lip!
Should be tired, but am not.
Tried to sleep.
Couldn't.
Slept.
Woke up.
A little sick, mostly happy.
...Heh. Happy.
Energized!
Cold.
Nauseous.
Tired.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.

So I'm skipping school tomorrow, not only because I feel like crap but to avoid the awkward "What happened to your lip?" questions. I might skip Tuesday, too.
Dammit, I really can't afford to miss all this school.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11081679/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/11081679/ Sat, 16 Dec 2006 08:40:37 PST My throat hurts, I'm achey, I feel warmer than normal, my head hurts and is a bit congested, and I feel like general crap.

General crap = not aroused.

Not aroused = completely ironic.

Since, you know, my special friend is staying the night with me. THE DAY AFTER I GET SICK.

No symptoms. Not a single symptom until last night, when my throat started hurting like a bitch when I swallowed. I wake up at 5 AM today with a flashbang headache, an achey neck and swollen lymph nodes, and my throat still hurting.

I feel a little better, but not enough to be ... y'know. In the mood.

So pray for me. Please. 'Cos I really like taking advantage of the opportunities the Higher Puddle places in my lap.

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Damn.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10811257/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10811257/ Wed, 22 Nov 2006 12:41:11 PST
And another Fun With Español anecdote:
Deposito saco means "I deposit coat."
That's funny. Trust me.

And another:
"(yo) vi, (tú) viste" apparently means, "I saw you dress."
Ask Babel, not me. I don't know how they got it, either.
I know "vestido" is dress, but "viste" can't possibly mean "it dresses". It does, however, remind me of, "It puts the lotion on its skin..." which reminds me of Doug. Ergo, "viste" = sad.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10793764/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10793764/ Mon, 20 Nov 2006 20:51:16 PST
"The [Sanford Prismacolor] Magic Rub vinyl graphite removal system is the Cadillac of graphite-error management equipment. Applied manually to the surface (not the edges) of a sheet of paper whereupon an erroneous graphite expression has been imbued, and subjected to oscillating or circular motions, this sytem will remove that graphite with ruthless dispatch and minimum effort. This is the one that all the A-List professional bookkeepers use, thus you absolutely have to know it's the very best."

I love smartasses.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10662801/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10662801/ Wed, 08 Nov 2006 19:08:30 PST
My ex-boyfriend was arrested for threatening to kill me, I've developed several more neuroses, and I really like cherry tea.

Oh, and I had the strangest two conversations ever. We'll see how they turned out.

And I have to learn 40 rudiments on the snare. Pook.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10486955/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10486955/ Tue, 24 Oct 2006 12:31:11 PDT
I am proud to announce that I no longer hate trees.

[Edit: I got rained on, and the graphite turned smeary and smug and uncooperative and smudged all over the page. I wish to kill myself now. And every tree. And pencil. And anything even remotely resembling a pencil and/or tree.]

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]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10466796/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10466796/ Sat, 21 Oct 2006 14:47:48 PDT Oh noes! I bumped teh thread! is part of my devious
plan to take over the WORLD!

Not really. I'm just going to let it hide out here for a couple weeks/months and bump it every so often.

Yeah, I love getting flamed.

[T-22 hours and counting...]

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10458719/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10458719/ Fri, 20 Oct 2006 17:59:21 PDT
Not only that, but I used to have hip problems a year or so ago; they went into "remission," I guess you'd say, and I forgot about them—until about 10 minutes into the parade, when they decided to pop up and say hello...in both frigging hips.

I'm bruised, my hips are screwed up, my allergies are acting out, my head feels too heavy for my neck, and I have chores to do.

Oh, and not only that, but apparently my ex-boyfriend is back in town. A couple people saw him—I didn't, but I'm sure he saw me, all tired and hurting and pale and sweating and literally nearly passing out.

I love my life!

Freakin' A...I'm not going to live to see Kylyn.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10437033/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10437033/ Wed, 18 Oct 2006 17:27:50 PDT
That, however, while being glee-inciting and painfully awesome, is also ominous and frightening, because he is *dun dun dun* meeting my mother.

That in itself would not be a terrible thing if it weren't for the fact that she doesn't want me having a boyfriend and, in fact, probably won't allow it at all. I'm surprised she lets me talk to him every night.

So we were discussing last night everything he could possibly do to make himself look better in her eyes. There really wasn't much; I think we're both headed towards this awesome nuclear showdown.

Bah...the only thing I can do is hope and pray and try to bribe the Higher Puddle so that somehow my mother will realize what a blicking brilliant person my boyfriend is and, ergo, approve of him fully. Or partially. Even a little leeway would be appreciated.

So, my friends, I implore you to perhaps put in a good word for me with whatever god or ungod you happen to ask for help. I'll get back to you on whether or not it did any good.

Unless, of course, my mother does something inane and homicidal and neither Kylyn nor I live to see Monday.

I will be sooo pissed...I really want to live to see my PSAT scores.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10399822/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10399822/ Sun, 15 Oct 2006 10:35:39 PDT
Man...it disturbs me to think that I am only 9 forum posts away from hitting my 5K mark.

It disturbs me to think that I have wasted 4, 991 forum posts-worth of time. (And I know that I've spent energy on some of those replies, flame wars not included.) Added up, it equals one entire week on the forums...actually, it's one week just replying to the posts; it doesn't even take into consideration the time spent perusing the threads.

It disturbs me that I can ignore the ugly grammar and uglier mindsets that frequents the forums.

But what I think is most disturbing is that I'm nowhere near done with them.

I'm gonna go hit my 5K, thank you very much.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10368594/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10368594/ Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:53:26 PDT
Dox is freakin' back in business, ladies and gentlemints!

Edited and healthy for human consumption, "Joe, tell me: Where are the panties?" contains 100% DV of insolence, sarcasm, undampened enthusiasm, cynicism, unadulterated glee, and anger—depending, of course, on which entry you read.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10324438/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10324438/ Sun, 08 Oct 2006 11:11:26 PDT
My first thought, of course, was, "No. No, I have not. I have no plans to be a dad today, either."

But then I thought: "Should I be being a dad? Is my not being a dad somehow adversely affecting youth in Tenderloin? Will there be a school shooting in three weeks that was brought about because I refused to be a father figure to these poor little gangstas-in-miniature?" which moved onto, "I have been duped by the mechanisms of biology! I am supposed to be a dad today! One half of the gene pool is cursed with estrogen chlorine and I am a member of that worthless, retarded bunch! I have found the meaning of life, and it is to be a dad!"

And then I wondered, "Is there any particular significance in the fact that the father-daughter couple are black?"

And then I thought, "I'm thirsty," and got a drink.

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10306256/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10306256/ Fri, 06 Oct 2006 17:01:24 PDT
I also...
Promised him I'd give it to him the next time I saw him.
Forgot.
Remembered 20 minutes after I left.
Berated myself.
Sent it in the mail.
Berated myself.
Imagine hair-pulling, ash-sprinkling, and angsty wails such as, "Whyyyyyy? WHYYYYYY did I send it?"
Sent him a text saying, "I promised I would; I did. (So there so there so there so there.) Just don't make me regret it, dollface.)"
Waited.
Berated.
Waited.
Heard from him.
Prayed he didn't get the letter.
Winced when he mentioned it.
Admitted sending it.
Acted like a total socially inept retard.
Tried to backtrack.
Failed.
Wanted to bash my head against the wall.
Didn't.
Slowly gained a slightly better mood.
Tried to fix the STUPID STUPID WRONG I made.
Slightly succeeded.

Anyway, long story short:
I still regret sending it, but I regret it much less than I did.
He hearts me anyways, so I doubt I screwed up much.

(By the way, my Lucious: I think I meant it.)

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10184211/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10184211/ Mon, 25 Sep 2006 16:26:40 PDT I ran into somebody I haven't seen in a while and we went outside to have a chat.
(Speaking of which, I need to run outside and check if we left any indentations on the grass. That would be excellent.)

]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10082437/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/10082437/ Fri, 15 Sep 2006 16:20:48 PDT I'm pressing for a notebook so I can finally reenter the flocks of my precious netizens, but...it'll be a while.
I'm also pressing for a scanner.
And a job. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9748865/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9748865/ Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:44:08 PDT
I grew up with this kid...seriously. I saw him naked...seriously. I was traumatized by that...seriously. ('Twas in second grade, though, so no permanent damage done.)

It just never feels like they're gonna be the one to go? My friend Mandie and I were talking afterwards about bartering other people to get him back...I suggested our sixth grade teacher—and her whole family.

He was ATVing on the dunes without any protection; he flipped and the handlebars slammed into his chest. His ribs did a number on his heart; he stood up, righted the ATV on all four wheels and collapsed. He died en route to the hospital from internal bleeding and hemorrhage and all that. Damn idiot.

I will always treasure that picture I have of him in a dress. He did have very feminine shoulders.

Anyways, you guys from my area, promise me something, okay? No more; I'm sick of it.
From now on, we get together in a committee and have a consensus on who dies! Don't just sneak someone in on me; it's surprising and disappointing.

Rock the vote, people! ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9613418/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9613418/ Tue, 08 Aug 2006 15:39:24 PDT "All alone on the overpass,
wired and phoned to a heart of glass;
Now I'm falling in love too fast
with you or the songs you chose."
-Singing In My Sleep
Semisonic

Quite good song, by the way—but less about them and more about me!
The mother took a rare trip into lucidity and logic today, it seems. I explained to her my situation (girl meets boy, girl likes boy, boy lives close enough to girl that a romantic situation is possible, girl wants boy-time facilitated) and asked for an introduction so she could see if she approves (frankly, I don't give a damn if she approves, but I thought it might be nice to at least make a small effort towards acting properly in her eyes), and she didn't freak out or completely naysay it—which is gooood.

[Edit: Oh...no...no no no no no. Of course she waited a day and a half to freak out and naysay it...why ruin my hopes immediately? She let me be happy for a few hours and then completely went to town on my ass. I fucking hate her sometimes, I swear to God. I have never been as angry as I was Sunday night.]

What is not good is that boy and I have been getting into the oddest and most depressing conversations lately, and I'm afeared he's going to realized what a messed-up fucknut I am and turn tail and run, which would be most dreadfully misfortunate, as I like him. A lot. As in, much more than I ought to, considering what with everything else.

But sigh. There's still hope for me yet, eh? ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9482817/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9482817/ Mon, 24 Jul 2006 20:34:20 PDT
And odd. Very odd.

I broke up with my boyfriend of two years, Tyler, about a month ago (for those of you who didn't know)

Oh my Lord, it's been an entire month...it seems like a week has gone by. Time flies when you're in Idaho.

and he took it absolutely horribly (crying, incessantly asking "Why?", telling me he's going to get down on his hands and knees and beg me to take him back, et cetera) for about three days and then completely cut off contact with me. I'd thought he'd killed himself until I got an email from him about a week ago; 'twas completely out of the blue, telling me about how everything sucks (but what else is new?).

Then, two days ago, I got an email from him telling me that he met this guy online, his name is Zach, and he's driving up to visit Tyler sometime in August, and would I please meet Zach to see if I approve?

If I approve? Wait a minute, honey, does that mean what I think it means?

Oh, yes. Yes, it does.

Lawd have mercy.

It's not anything obvious, though, that makes it strange; it's the fact that it's my ex-boyfriend who admittedly still loves me.

Aargh, life is so complicated sometimes.

And, to top it all off, I was completely miserable for about 24 hours on Friday and Saturday because this guy I'm interested in and I came to the decision, through conversations on Friday night and Saturday morning, that even though we only live a 30 minute drive from each other, we should just call things off when we go home. (Argh, longest sentence ever!)

(For those of you who forgot/have no clue what I'm talking about when I say "when we go home", I've been in Idaho since June 19 at U of I with an Upward Bound Math-ampersand-Science program.)
So anywho, I wasn't happy with that at all, because this guy is honestly amazing. A big reason why I realized Tyler really (really, really) isn't what I want is because this guy is. We started talking the first week we were here, and started eating meals together, and just being around each other in general, and he made me laugh like I haven't laughed in a long, long time.

And it felt really good...like catharsis, almost. And I got to thinking about Tyler and his problems, and my own problems, and it was just like, "You know what? I'm done. Fine. Over. Through." I've wanted to break up with him before, and I tried a couple times, but I never really had the balls to completely knife the strings.

I had to do it over the phone though, which I felt really bad about, but I had two motives for that:
One (the one I told everyone was my reason) was that if I waited 'til I got home, I might not have gone through with it and would have just sank right back into my routine.

Two (the one I didn't tell anyone) was that I really, really hoped something could happen with me and 30-minutes guy, and I didn't want to have that resting on my conscience if I went ahead with it while I was still with Tyler.

Believe me, I thought about it a lot. I know quite well that I could have made a huge mistake for something that might not even happen, or might just happen for a few weeks.

But I did the right thing. I'm sure I did the right thing.

Anyways, off that huge tangent, I brought it up on Saturday night because I was honestly miserable the entire day on Saturday. We went to an amusement park, and I had fun and laughed, but I was not happy—and y'all know how Dawn can get when she is not happy.

We talked about it a bit more, and he said that I brought up the whole breaking-things-off thing, and I said that he suggested it because of the fact that my mother would probably not approve, and then he said something else that I don't recall, and then I said something else that I don't remember, but the general gist of it was that he'll formally introduce himself to my mother sometime when we get home and see if that helps our chances any, because, like he said, what do we have to lose?

(And if she hates him, my daddy'll conspire with us and I'll get to visit him anyway.)

I haven't told my dad I broke up with Tyler yet. He liked Tyler, I think...at least he said he did...and he always told me that he was on my and Tyler's side. I'm not sure how he'll react—especially not when he finds out there was "another man" involved. Mom doesn't know about my "other man", either. I'm a bit apprehensive, to tell you the truth—and rightly so!

But anyway, the... ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9223829/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/9223829/ Thu, 29 Jun 2006 17:32:44 PDT I'm single now, and I don't feel any different. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8997199/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8997199/ Wed, 07 Jun 2006 08:54:42 PDT So I call the hotline and they say, "We're sorry, but we need to take 24 to 48 hours to look through our databases."
Last Friday I got a call from them saying they couldn't find it. Is it just me, or has "24 to 48 hours" gotten a lot longer?
I go back to Roseburg (a two hour drive—I go for my orthodontics) yesterday and head over to Sears. Thank the Lord, they still have the swuimsuit display. I take a large of a different colour and the XL of my colour. The bottoms are black with a coloured belt, so I just go into the dressing room and switch the belts and tah-dah! I'm sad I didn't think of it when I was at Sears the first time. I took the suit to the jewelry counter because I figured the ancient lady patrolling the diamonds wouldn't check the tag on the suit to the colour of the suit.
Short story very expanded, I got away with it, and now have the best suimsuit ever. It looks good on me—a plus. I love the colours—a plus. And, as I realized as I was driving home, the colours of the elastic bands I chose for my braces this time match my swimsuit exactly—not exactly a plus, but something to point out.
My teeth hurt because they wiretied one of my back teeth because the wire kept bending. Argh.
The new Honda Element commercials are the absolute best commercials ever! The ones with the possum or the crab are my favourites—I haven't seen the rest on TV. I went to their website, though, Element and friends and watched all the videos without sound, since the school computers suck.
The crab video and the Snapple White Tea video with the old Asian guy saying, "It's a baby tea leaf and we pluck it" are my two favourite commercials ever.
Every time I see my boyfriend now, I say, "I pinch," hold up my "claws" and go for his nipples. So far unsuccessful, but...we'll see how the odds turn in my favour once I unleash my secret weapon—chloroform! ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8836767/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8836767/ Sun, 21 May 2006 16:07:36 PDT I'm planning on making a poster of the CD cover of Guns N' Roses 'Greatest Hits' for el boyfriendo's birthday, but ... it depends on how it turns out.
Anyways, Prismacolours (colors?) rock, you suck.
Except for a select few who don't. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8763490/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8763490/ Sat, 13 May 2006 22:19:46 PDT
Yeah. Go ahead, admit it: I'm the coolest ever. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8739487/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8739487/ Fri, 12 May 2006 08:49:37 PDT
Well, I did superbly at the county spelling contest (though I'm not bragging; I really, honestly, truly hate that everyone makes an uber-deal out of it), so I talked my mom into buying me a Cure CD. (She owed me one for Easter and wiggled out of it.)
I got the remastered version of Three Imaginary Boys because it had a couple unreleasers.
Let me just say, straight up, that three imaginary boys is three boys too many.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I can beginxxors.

About the album as a whole (I'm just going to be talking about the first disc--the actual album--as opposed to the bonus songs): you can definitely, definitely tell it was their debut. (At least...you hope it was their debut.) It is an amazingly hashed-up, confusing, don't-know-what-we're-on-about album, and for a girl used to such clear Cure songs as 'Just Like Heaven' and 'Why Can't I Be You?', it was a shocker. It's coarse, muddy, and, like I said before, 'don't-know-what-we're-on-about'.

Songs like '10:15' and 'Accuracy' (...and Meathook) quickly become annoying, but I learned when I had this problem with 'The Lovecats' that the irritation is solved by listening to the album several times over.

[10:15] Never has a leaky faucet sounded so good. You can hear hints of Smith's later voice in this song, and there is foreshadowing indicating the lyrics to come as well. Can definitely get a bit annoying, but if you get the remastered CD be sure and compare the final version to other studio demos. I personally like the cuts better.

...This is looking to be a work in progress. I get bored easily, and I'm bored right now.
Hey, I got two paragraphs down! That's pretty good work! ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8694690/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8694690/ Sat, 06 May 2006 22:17:17 PDT 'WIN A DATE WITH IZZY' CONTEST!

Here are the rules:
Fill out the form.
Send it to me in a message/note. Please leave the original question along with your answer.

[The Basics:]
Name (first):
Name (middle):
Age:
Sex:
Height:
Weight:
Right- or left-handed:
Hair colour:
Is that natural or artifical?
Hair length:
Eye colour:
Skin colour:
Do you tan easily?
General location:
Housing arrangement (Live with mother and siblings in house, live alone in apartment, etc.):
Number, location, and description of piercings:
Number, location, and description of tattoos:
Do you have any disfigurements or missing limbs?
Do you wear glasses or contacts? If so, which?
Zodiac sign:

[Personality:]
What are your nicknames, if any?
Favourite time of day:
Favourite time to wake up:
Favourite colour:
Top 6 Favourite bands:
Top 6 Favourite songs:
Do you get along with your family?
Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
Are you comfortable in groups?
Are you comfortable with public displays of affection?
What is your favourite sexual act?
What is your least favourite sexual act?
Would you kiss someone outside of a relationship?
Do you keep many secrets or are you a very self-disclosing person?

[Habits:]
Do you drink?
If yes, heavy, light, or socially?
Do you smoke?
How many a day?
Do you take drugs that are illegal for you in particular?
Do you have peculiar eating procedures?
How many times a day do you brush your teeth?
Do you floss?
How do you style your hair?
Do you use lip balm?
Do you use makeup?
Do you cross-dress?
Do you give money to/"help out" the homeless or underprivileged people?
Are you a loner or a socialite?

[Past:]
Have you ever cheated on your significant other?
Would you?
Have you been in love?
How many people have you had sexual intercourse with?
Have you had/do you have any STDs?
If so, how many?
How many people have you kissed?
How many people have you had the opportunity to kiss, wanted to kiss, didn't kiss, and regretted the hell out of it afterward?

[About The Date:]
What would you want to do on our date?
What should I wear?
Where would we go?
Do you pay, I pay, or we both pay?
If we go out to dinner, where do we go?
What time would our date end?
How would our date end?
How would you like to say goodbye to me?

[And Finally:]
If you want to date me, you've got to be humorous, witty, intelligent, and you must be able to hold your own in an argument.
So say something original! Preferably something intelligent, funny, witty, etc.
Impress me. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8670231/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8670231/ Thu, 04 May 2006 09:17:30 PDT

But onto other news.

I have no other news.

There's something stuck in my contact that kinda hurts. It's making me tear up.
Oh, I'm getting an A in Geometry, finally. Damn class. I hate that class. I passed my math CIM, though, so I don't ever have to take another math class if I don't want to. (Sweet!)
Sigh. I will still persist in torturing myself with Algebra 2.
And damn! I have to learn Italian and German for my Independent Study:Voice Music class, because the teacher wants me to be able to sing in foreign languages. And in public. Both being things I'm probably not going to do. (For like five days, until the threat of being kicked out sets in.)
Anywhoo, just idle chatter. Cheers! <3 Izzy ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8599970/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8599970/ Thu, 27 Apr 2006 09:00:05 PDT
Oh my very goodness.
I am tres tres bad. Tres, tres, tres, tres bad.
I swear it wasn't premeditated, but (heh heh) I had an orgasm in a church.
Hey, it wasn't my fault; someone forced me to.


<3 I love life.

Oh, God, that remembered me... My damn boyfriend is being suicidical, again, and I keep trying to convince him to get help but he won't because he's stubbourn. I told him I'm telling someone, and he says, "No, give me some time."
So should I wait? Should I tell someone? Are there resources outside of school I can use, because my personal preference dictates I not use schoolpeople.
Bah. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8590022/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8590022/ Wed, 26 Apr 2006 09:09:53 PDT
Firstly, I was on platform this domingo (for all you uninitiated, that means I was singing for me church)and, for decoration, there was a shitload of Easter lilies around. Easter lilies have very, very pollen, and while some non-allergics tried to remove it all, they apparently missed. I got through the first set of songs alright, but about 5 minutes after I sat down, my throat started closing up. I've never had an allergic reaction that bad, and it frankly scared me.
I told the boyfriend and he drove (read: sped at freakish speeds) me home so I could down a couple Benadryl, because that's what me mother takes for anaphalaxis so I figured I'd be good with that. It worked in a few minutes, and I was alright. Unfortunately, I had to go back to church to finish that service and sing for the next service, too.
About 10 minutes after I took the damn things, I got Tired. With a capital t. I'm not even kidding, my head was drooping and I couldn't even talk straight. My arms and feet got tingly...it was the strangest thing I've ever experienced.
I dragged myself back on platform and got through the next songs, but I was so doped up I was singing a bit louder than normal (or perhaps it was just that my throat was more narrow during the first set) but anywho, I got loads of compliments. I was tres doped, though, so I just smiled like a dick and said, "I know." Sigh.

Lunes was uneventful. The boyfriend got ticked at me and finally blew up at me. Stormed off, went home, ate junk food and watched 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'. That movie is tres tres trippy.
I got "inspired" so I went into my room, wrote a Post-it saying, "I can't talk now; if you want to tell me something write it down and leave it on my purse" and started writing. Mom came in, like I knew she would, so I just gave her the sticky note and very waved her off.
I wanted to give it to my school's litmag but I didn't want them to know it was me who wrote it, so I decided to put it into an envelope and slide it under the litmag advisor's door.
Sigh. I ended up sneaking out of class and into the office on martes and putting it in her teacher's file. Do I have to do everything the criminal way? My goodness.
I feel odd. I'm afraid the litmag teacher is going to know it was me (I have her for English) and mention something, or do something special with my submission that's going to out me. I just want it published, because I feel like it should be.
Maybe one of these days I'll put it on here. I have a couple things I've written that I'd like to put on here.
The rest of martes was alright. I had play practice, and our director is a tyrannical dictator. I'm doing alright on my lines, though. (I have so freakin' many!)
I'm the "sinister housekeeper", and I get to bust out a very whip. Sweet on a stick, babes.
I have the most coolest lines in the play. I get to be a PMSing bitch and storm out, and I get to be the resident cynic.
Estoy contenido, I very guess.

(If you hadn't noticed, "very" is my new adjective. It modifies not the adjective, however, but the noun. No, I didn't forget to put "blue" or "fast" or "fat" in there. I'm not stupid, dickheads.)
(I love you guys.)

Today has gone good so far. I'm wearing shorts because yesterday it was tres tres hot. I missed a spot shaving, and I don't understand how. I'm a freaking furball. Ah, well, thus is the nature of such things.

I'm going to ask my English teacher what part of speech "very" is.

Very very love, you guys!
<3

(Oh, and Snakey-wakey? That song is drilled into my brain. It wormed its way into all my cracks and crevices and won't go away. Bastard.) ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8579267/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8579267/ Tue, 25 Apr 2006 08:50:25 PDT Ha ha, fakers! Dawn pawnxxorz all! ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8541466/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8541466/ Fri, 21 Apr 2006 13:31:52 PDT After the conflict comes the calm time of forgetting; after the storm is only the sounds of anger slipping silently from our minds. Sigh, but thus is the way of the world.

Nothing much's been going on. School. I'm getting an A in biology, by about .7 percent, although I'm making a C in estudios globales, which sorta negates it. I've made a decision (for the 438901758032th time this week) to FINALLY stop eating so much crap, but pshaw if I don't; it's nothing new. I have an essay on feminism in 'A Jury Of Her Peers' due soon and I haven't even written my thesis statement yet. But sigh, thus is the way of the world of procrastination, no doubt. I really had nothing relevant to say in here, but I'm bored out of my mind in science because I got a 269 on my test and thusly have no reason to still be in the STATE TESTING CLASS!!! but they don't let me leave. But sigh, thus is the way of da world, fo' sho'. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8508770/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8508770/ Tue, 18 Apr 2006 09:14:48 PDT ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8225022/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8225022/ Tue, 21 Mar 2006 08:41:12 PST She hung herself from a tree on an "in town but still sort-of rural" roadish area. I'm never going to be able to go there again.
I didn't know her well (I didn't know her at all), but it still hit me kinda hard, mostly because she had so much going for her. She had a pretty rough breakup with her boyfriend that day, but that sort of thing won't push a normal person over the edge—there had to be something bubbling in there for a looong time. I suppose we'll never know.
Dammit...I hate it when I'm uncomfortable. I laugh. People are going to be crying all over the place and I'm grinning like a maniac. Ah well. ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8054574/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8054574/ Fri, 03 Mar 2006 09:13:17 PST I hope there has not been infiltration.

<3 ]]> ~termite-of-justice http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8026093/ http://termite-of-justice.deviantart.com/journal/8026093/ Tue, 28 Feb 2006 09:11:39 PST

*sigh* It sucks that I have a subbie and don't use it.

Feminism. The word can bring up some pretty heated debates, can't it? I mean, there are people drawing angry editorial cartoons, writing harshly-worded books—even foregoing razors, all to prove a point.
I've been doing research on feminism for my independent lit class, and it's all stuff I already knew, but I've found a great deal of excellent essays written on various topics pertaining to feminism.
It should come as a huge surprise to you that I've formed my own opinion on it.
It's been around for hundreds of years, and contrary to what popular opinion would have you believe, it's not dead. At the very most, it's taking a nap, but I think feminism has just become a bit subtler.
As long as there is gender inequality, there will be feminism.
But am I wrong in saying that "But there are more male Supreme Court justices!" is no reason to set a certain number of seats for women? That's affirmative action, and it's just as damaging to females as other prejudices.
Differentiating treatment isn't antifeminism; nor is accepting one to a job based on qualifications rather than gender. We are male and female, woman and man, husband and wife—two separate and distinct beings. It isn't idiotic to ask for no discrimination and intolerance—it's insane to ask for complete and total equity.
Many feminists would like nothing better than to see women in every job in the nation—barring those of janitor, fast-food worker, and secretary. That wouldn't be any better than the current situation and, in fact, it would be worse: there would be a male movement, picketing and boycotting for their rights, and "masculinism" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Myself, I think that "individualism" or "liberation" is a good cause to go for. Feminism is too vaguely interpreted, and by too many people—and it's often misleading.
What do you guys think?

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I got a subbie from the Holiday Card project. Too bad I can't use it.

Still...damn, I love that message centre.

[Edit: Wow. The Natl. Pasta Association. Interesting.

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