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Whovians forever!

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Folks, This.



"We were hunters and foragers, the frontier was everywhere. We were bounded only by the earth and the ocean and the sky. The open road still softly calls our little tarraquest globe is the madhouse of those hundred, thousand, millions of worlds.

We who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; are we to venture out into space? By the time we are ready to settle even the nearest other planetary systems, we will have changed. The simple passage of so many generations will have changed us.

Necessity will have changed us.

We're an adaptable species. It will not be we who reach Alpha Centauri and the other nearby stars, it will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths and fewer of our weaknesses. More confident, far seeing, capable, and prudent. For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, We Humans are Capable of Greatness.

What new wonders undreamt of in our time will we have wrought in another generation and another? How far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century and the next millenium?

Our remote descendants safely stride on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified. By their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life may be, the only humans in all the universe, come from Earth. They will gaze up and strain to find the Blue Dot in their skies. They will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of all our potential once was.

How perilous our infancy.

How humble our beginnings.

How many rivers we had to cross before we found our way."

- Carl Sagan
mearn4d10: (Ender's Dictum)
“I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

“It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one and another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

“Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.

“So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.

“What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.

“And all music is.”

--Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut, 1973

To all those who heard the voice of God, and all those who serve so that those of us safe and sound in our homes do not have to walk through Hell: Thank You, God Bless... And Come Home Safe.
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... and doesn't look like next week is slowing down. Not that this is in ANY way a Bad Thing!

Firstly, over the last few weeks my little Chevy Aveo has been having teensly tiny sittle Transmission slippage. Cassie and I talked it over, and we decided we would see what we could get the bank to help us with on leasing or buying a newer car. I ended up sprinting around like mad on Monday, mostly with Cassie in tow and driving home in a '07 Toyota Yaris.

Her name is Hastur because she's Sea Bisque Green, and Cassie can't pronounce R'lyeh the same way twice.

Monday night while watching WWE over at the Rodriquez's (a place full of our awesome LARP friends), Ray revealed that friends of his were looking for Assistant StoryTellers for GenCon on short notice. Cassie and I were shortlisted by Ray's recommendation, and the two of us will be driving to Indianapolis Tuesday night to be part fo the big Rise of AEster Steampunk LARP event. LAst night and this weekend are be dedicated to frantically gathering costumes, crafting props and getting ready for Cassie's first Big Gaming COnvention. EXITED doesn't begin to cover things!
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How can you NOT love that?
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http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=205236879497133

This is setup for the first trial run this weekend, but like it, follow it and watch where it leads!
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You were born during a Waxing Crescent moon

This phase occurs right after the New Moon, when we can start to see part of the moon that's illuminated by the sun.





- what it says about you -


You like having a clear vision of the future, and are good at helping people set out plans to accomplish important goals. Once you're done with a task, you're done with it. You don't like revisiting or rehashing issues you think are settled. You're inventive and encourage people around you to be new and different instead of copying from the past.


What phase was the moon at on your birthday? Find out at Spacefem.com




mearn4d10: (Firefly Seriously (_lady_graphics))
A toast for the new year:

As we and the years get older, may we ever get wiser and not one whit less fun.
mearn4d10: (Firefly Seriously (_lady_graphics))
Holy crap, it's day 11... and I'm almost where I'm supposed to be for NaNoWriMo.

17,037/50,000. And that's 4018 words today.



Jesus wept, my brain hurts. Going to try to do that again tomorrow.
mearn4d10: (Wanderings)
Rambled another 2 miles last night. Coming up behind Bilbo, we run into an impatient Thorin Oakenshield at The Green Dragon in Bywater. On to the Great East Road. Hey look, ponies!

Total miles: 5
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I might just be that my scientific brain is on an upswing (I've been watching Carl Sagan's Cosmos and reading Feynman), but this just BLEW ME AWAY.



Have to thank Warren Ellis and his outboard brain for moving this further along the interwebs.
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