thought for the day

I'm sorry - I can't think about Pocky right now. Will credit....

YOINK!

It's a defense mechanism... there's a chocolate pie singing its siren song from the staffroom.

If Pocky doesn't keep me distracted, I'm going to have to turn to Peep Jousting...

Ok, well, Pocky is like stick ASS wrapped in sugared plastic. That should give you enough visuals to keep you from Teh Evil Pie for a bit longer.

I think dr_nebula needs to know about Peep Fighting. Peeps are like sugared ASS.

I'm watching Firefly right now. Summer is going to be soooooooo long!

*shudder*

thanks - toughlove in action!
(as opposed to ASSlove in action, I suppose...)

I just x-posted the Peep Fighting - you're absolutely right!

Moose Munch...

...is like Pocky and Fantasies are like sex with the future.

You can create in your mind what you desire to do in the future, should the occasion arise.

Actually Moose Munch is *almost* as good as sex too. It is nearly orgasmic when the kernels and caramel and dark chocolate explode in your mouth. Crap, now I am craving some Moose Munch! *wink*

Re: Moose Munch...

Now, Moose Munch *ice cream*...

Re: Moose Munch...

Moose Munch ice cream, drizzled in hot fudge, covered in slivered almonds, topped with *fresh* whipped cream and a couple of marchinos as one is *never* enough! *grinning*

Re: Moose Munch...

mmmm - and with your virtual ice cream, I get all the sensation and none of the calories! This is the way to go!

Maybe because I read too much news and don't get enough sex, but certain news stories are like having sex with the future, even when they are about antiquity.

Today I had a good roll-in-the-hay with a story about how Cleopatra was really no looker, but quite the Renaissance Woman. She wrote books about science, designed buildings .... oh, the list goes on, and it makes you a little suspicious, since Kim Il Sung was credited with a wide range of accomplishments, including levitation and clairvoyance. But let's say it's true, that they aren't just digging up and translating Egyptian state propaganda from the first century BC (or, in this case, Arabic translations of it). It suddenly becomes easier to imagine Marc Antony tooling up the Nile to port, and this flushed geekette rushing out to meet him, pushing past all those diplomatic-protocol smoothies rolling their eyes at her lack of composure, and her yelling "Marc, Marc, you've got to come see this -- I just scored the coolest Greek astrolabe you've ever seen ...."

Think how refreshing Marc Antony might have found her, after years of parrying (or falling for) the wiles of perfumed aristocratic manipulative types playing hard-to-get.

OK, maybe this may seem more like having sex with the past, to you, but for me, it works: I'm having sex with the future, even if it's the future of our picture of Cleopatra. Make sense? No? OK, I won't try again ....

Oh, I love GeekCleo! How wonderful!

Last year I discovered a series of novels and anthologies from the early 80s, Heroes in Hell, a shared universe that pretty much every big-name SF writer played in, from CJ Cherryh to Robert Silverberg.

The core of the world is Caesar's Household in Hell, where an aged Augustus is paterfamilias to Julius in his prime, Cleopatra, Dante (the hacker genius), Sargon, king of Akkadia, and the first female pharoah, Hatshepsut.

Hell, of course, is eternal, so people maintain the tech and culture of the era they're most comfortable in. Augustus runs a first-century house, but the stables are filled with Caesar's jeeps, and Hatshepsut is a devotee of 25th-Century couture and packs a blaster...

Their Cleo is devious, sensitive, complex, but I madly crush on the technophilic triple agent Hatshepsut...

Ahh, geek lust!