palebluehuh

The Furi Kuri themesong. Most. Obsessive. Themesong. Ever.

The rain falls from clouds On peaceful grass-bedecked earth Now I have to pee

I can do five. I don't concern myself with the timeframe; I've only manage five these days. Palebluehuh no smash.

I love your username. In a strictly platonic way, of course. Anyhoo, my own username is a modification of the title of a story I'm working on about a mad scientist and his son, called "Pale Blue What", which itself is a play off of Carl Sagan's book, "Pale Blue Dot". I'll see you guys in a few years when I win the Nobel Prize in literature...

Hey, you attend USF, too? Coo-ool. I'm sticking it out here, too, avoiding the few of my roommates crazy enough to stay here with me. I've been subsisting on Cheerios and Coke, since they seem to have closed the food places up. Hurricane Francis passed without major incident here (though the wind was spectacular). A few downed limbs and a lot of really enormous puddles. Other than that, I think we survived it.

Firstly, how the heck are you going to warp a skull like that? A bicycle pump? At any rate, the cultures that did skull-warping pressed a baby's head between two boards for a few years to give the head a more enlongated appearance. I think the Inca did that, or at least one of the Mesoamerican peoples. I'm not entirely sure, though.

Extrasolar transport technology? Doesn't the solar sail become as good as ineffective around Saturn or somesuch?

—!!! (pant pant) I almost wet my pants, I was so scared!

Crying seems to not just be a response to sadness; it seems to be a response to intense emotion in general. I know I've cried out of joy more than twice.

Just about every movable joint on my body can crack. It's most dramatic with my knees; almost every time I crouch down to pick up something, the pop they generate can be heard across the room! I can't think of a joint that I haven't popped. Shoulder, elbows, ankles, jawbone, my ribcage, that metacarpal bone-thingy under my thumb, my toes, my foot-bones... Have I left anything out? Somehow, I don't think this is a good thing, especially since I'm a ripe old eighteen...

Thirty-seven hours. During the night, I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried. In the early morning hours, I microslept through bits and pieces of a class, but fortunately enough, I didn't miss anything. When I went to get some breakfast, I saw a lady across the room; an instant later, she was standing right there next to me, as if she had teleported. Definitely microsleep, or just a temporary lack of awareness on my part. When I got out of class, I went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall completely to sleep; I was still aware of my surroundings and still thinking consciously. My roommate was moving around and talking to his friends, and though it felt like I was sleeping for moments at a time, I still followed along with what was going on. That was weird. Seven hours of sleep later that night, and I was as fit as a fiddle. Weird dreams, though.