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Family Feud Type game for Armadillocon.

http://www.fact.org/dillo/feudsurvey.html

I support ballot stuffing to get China into the number one slot as hot bald guy in SF/F

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I am poison ivy girl. Plus, mosquitoes feasted on me while my hands were covered in poison ivy tainted gloves and couldn't kill them. In retrospect, a long sleeved shirt would have been a good idea, but it was hot, and I didn't plan this very well. My poison ivy starts just at the point where the glove cuts off. it's all on the inside of my lower left arm. The upper part of my lower arm. I also have bug bites on my upper arm, and my lower right arm, and on the outside of my left arm.

I have: a) delicate skin and b) sharp nails. I am now about ready to amputate my arms. Benedryl cream does *nothing* (reading the label, this isn't surprising, seeing as calamine lotion doesn't work either, and they're the same thing). Cortisone creams never have helped, so I didn't bother with them, but I'll probably try tomorrow. I figure, if I ever get an interview, it will be when I've managed to get poison ivy on my face. Probably from rubbing my eye, so I'll be unable to wear my contact and thus completely blind. And then I will have spread it all across my face and it will itch like crazy, and I will have to have my fingernails cut (oh, maybe I'll try that tomorrow if I can't behave normally) and gloves glued on so I can't scratch. Yeah, and then I'll have to go to an interview and act fascinated in something other than scratching my face.

Technically, this is not a very bad case. It's just that I am skilled in messing up my skin. I can get welts just from idly scratching my arm. I have huge welts from this. My mom once got poison ivy the week before she got her current job. And she did a killer job at getting it. She was bare-legged, wearing shorts, while she was pulling it up. So when she went to the bathroom, she managed to spread it up both legs. And she had some on her face, and I think on both arms. She had it so bad she had to get cortisone shots. And they apparently cause false positives on drug tests, just so you know. Cause she had one, cause she's working for the prison system.

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In other news, I picked about 12 cups of berries today. And I have to go back out, probably not tomorrow, but Thursday. There may be again as many berries yet to ripen. I just have to outwit the birds. Tomorrow, on the long list of things I have to do (go to market, go to town for my contact check up, wash dishes, etc), I now have 'boil berries down to juice for jelly later this week.'

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I had fabulous dreams last night. Usually after reading things like Jason's sappy post, I am reminded of chances I didn't take while at Clarion. And despite still believing that I made the right choices, I still get upset thinking about it sometimes. All the whatifs. I think my dream was based around a whatif, but it was still happy and non scary and non sad. Which meant even being very freaking itchy I was still in a pretty good mood all day.

I don't remember the details of my dream, but I think it was an action/spy movie dream, which are always my favorites. Running through alleys, hiding from bad guys. Yeah. I'm just weird enough that my more romantic type dreams are usually action movies. At least I'm usually not just the love interest (and wouldn't that say something about someone if they were.) I'm not the main character exactly, either. Usually the equivalent of the French Resistance leader and love interest.

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I figured something out on my walk to walmart and back today. I don't get sad/jealous when I hear about people I know getting married or engaged or whatever because I want to be married or engaged or whatever. Or at least not just because of that. (I wouldn't mind being married, engaged, or whatever, but not just because I want to, because I want someone to love and be loved by). I get sad/jealous because I want a house. Like a real house. (no insult intended, podling babe). Something too big to afford on my own. I look at every house I walk by, and think about what I'd do with it if it was mine and all that.

And I know if I really was in a place in my life to be looking at buying a house I'd be totally freaked out and all that, but I think want to be at that point in my life--to have a job that means I could afford house payments, to have a career, a degree hopefully, all the baggage, yes, but all the trappings of being grown up. It's just a side effect of being jobless and dependant again. When I'm pulling my own weight again I won't fret so much about things like this.

Suckiness

the formal announcement:

Pardon the mass email, but Dr. Lister Matheson has received word from the Interim President and Provost that Michigan State University will be unable to support the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop. He has asked that this message be passed on to our friends. Suggestions and comments can be sent to Interim President and Provost, Dr. Lou Anna K. Simon at laksimon@msu.edu, and the Dean of the College of Arts and Letters, Dr. Wendy K. Wilkins at wwilkins@msu.edu. Please copy any messages to clarion@msu.edu.

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Meh. Mary Anne doesn't dink around. The submission deadline for the workshop was June 30th, and she's planning on accepting/rejecting people within the next hour. I just had to obsessively check that I had actually subbed my application, and not just meant to do so. Now, I'll go take a shower. And we'll see what the news is when I get back down here.