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What's the first major news event that you remember hearing about as a child? Where did you learn about it? How did it impact your world view?

The Vietnam War wasn't really an event when I was a child: it was simply another fact of existence. It was always there, always part of adult conversation, always part of my father. I don't actually remember the period that my father was in Vietnam, or even when he came home, but for as long as I can remember, his time there has been one of the defining attributes of his personality.

The first event -- or series of events -- that I really remember as news stories would have to be the Apollo flights, and I learned about those by having my mother bundle me up in front of the TV and watch every single manned flight.

Let's see if LJ will recognize its own template if I cross-post from DW...
athelind: (Eye of the Dragon)
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Oddly, this came up in conversation with [ profile] thoughtsdriftby just this morning:

I buried Robert A. Heinlein.

The question specified "daily life", so I'm not going to count the numerous writers, artists and actors I've met at science fiction conventions.

There was also the time the family visited New Orleans, circa 1980, when the Captain and Tennille were filming a TV special, and we kept running into them every time we turned a corner.

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Assuming the decade in question is (approximately) 2001-2010:

The Widening Gyre. Come on: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity ... ?" Oh, yeah, Yeats had our number.

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Peanut butter and brown sugar, with margarine, on whole wheat bread.

Comfort food with Depression-era roots.

Hell yes, I make it myself.

I use almond butter these days, to keep my "good cholesterol" levels up, but the REAL version uses Jif, dammit.

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It's Old English for "Noble Serpent".

I've been using it since the early '80s, originally assembling it from a "Random Old English Name Generator" table in an early issue of Dragon Magazine. If I recall correctly, "Lind" (serpent) was only on the prefix table, not the suffix, so from a gamer standpoint, I "cheated" -- no idea how well or poorly it may work on a grammatical standpoint.

The original "Athelind" was actually a Champions character, a centuries-old dragon who decided to take up superheroing as a lark.* A decade or so later, when "The Boojum Snark" decided that it would be more comfortable for the rest of to address him by a name rather than a title, he adopted it as his nom de guerre.

And the rest is history.

* At almost exactly the same time, a comic called The Southern Knights, and that Atlanta-based superhero team included a centuries-old dragon who also decided to take up the crimefighting trade. Needless to say, my fellow players immediately brought it to my attention.
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Same thing.

Because I miss her.

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There was a stuffed rabbit named Juniper, long gone, who was my favorite stuffed animal.

There were the Colorforms Outer Space Men, also departed, who tapped into every child's "cool monster" center decades before the current wave of "Mon", and who left me with a life-long tendency to empathize with The Alien.

There was a teddy bear my sisters brought back from camp one year, who was just another stuffed animal in my childhood days. Somehow, though, he survived all the moves and cleanings and purges of belongings, and gained my respect and affection. He lost an eye along the way, and, when I first went off to college, I gave him an eyepatch, turned an old sock into a turtleneck, and dubbed him "Nick Furry, Agent of B.E.A.R.". He's held that name for almost thirty years now, far longer, needless to say, than he was just Oso The Random Teddy Bear.

My favorite. by far, however, had to have been my very first G.I. Joe. He was, originally, one of the Mercury astronaut Joes that Hasbro produced, starting in the year I was born, though I suspect he dates from a couple of years after that. This was Archetypal Joe: 12" tall, no "Kung-Fu Grip", not even the fuzzy, flocked, "life-like hair" of the early '70s.

I had a bunch of G.I. Joes, as did most of my friends as a kid, but this one was always the senior officer. The whole neighborhood respected the obvious air of authority bestowed by painted-on hair. He was the Old Soldier, hailing from the days when G.I. Joe was "America's Movable Fighting Man", and those "Adventure Team" tyros paid him his due, by gum.

His foil-coated space suit is long gone; he's dressed in the green fatigues of a later acquisition. When all the rest of my collection was bestowed onto my younger cousin, I held on to him, making some excuse about "first run" and "valuable collectible", but that was smoke and mirrors. Valuable he may be, though the collector's market has little respect for toys actually well-used and played with.

It's a moot point, though.

You don't sell your best friend.

Somewhere in the depths of [ profile] quelonzia's garage, both Nick Furry and the Old Soldier slumber comfortably in a box, awaiting the Day of the Great Unpacking, when they shall, once more, be seated upon a shelf, displayed for all the world to see.

And sometimes, maybe, just maybe, when nobody's watching ...

... someone will play with them again, too.

Because that's what toys are for.

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At the moment, my Dream Car is the Aptera:

Every time I post a link to the Aptera, though, I get a lot of people whining about how impractical it would be in the snow, and that sort of thing. So, if money is truly no object, it would be sharing my garage with this cinematic classic ...

Yes, it still exists, it's been restored, and it's out there.

And if you make fun of my Aptera, I will take my Landmaster, run over your silly little SUV, and drive through your HOUSE.

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Hearing her voice. Seeing her smile. Holding her in my arms.

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I'd think twice before including, say, The Kama Sutra.

Please read the question before objecting on principle: it specifies high school library.

On the flip side, I'm interpreting "ban" loosely, in the sense of "if I had a job purchasing books for a high school library*, I would probably not choose to purchase this item for the shelves."

Oh, I also might question the wisdom of including the private collection of Rupert Giles on the shelves of a high school library. You know, the "don't speak Latin in front of the books" books.

*This would, in fact, be a job I would love.
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"That long-distance Internet relationship is never going to go anywhere; she's 2000 miles away! You should focus on the girl who's right here in the same town, even if she's more interested in that other guy."

(I didn't listen.)

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Oh, this one's easy; it's already part of my Lottery List.

I'd either set up science scholarships, or dump it all into one fusion project or another.

Probably not the Atmospheric Vortex Engine, though.

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Fast food.

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Enter the Dragon, naturally.
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Sunday night was a group effort 'twixt myself and my lady love, [ profile] quelonzia. She pan-fried the chicken livers, whilst I steamed the baby bok choi.

I don't count the various bowls of cereal, sandwiches and salads made since Sunday dinner as "cooking"; since I work on Monday/Tuesday/Thursday nights, I don't cook those evenings.
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I've been cheerfully earworm-free recently, but last year... jeez. I couldn't escape this one song. It seemed like I was was hearing it everywhere.

( Really, don't click. It's that bad. )
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...seriously, who writes these things? This is the Internet -- don't most people have a plethora of names?

Or does my sample group have a peculiar bias?

Here's a variation: do you consider your LJ handle or other online noms de guerre to be "names", or just "handles"?

"Athelind" is most definitely another "name" for me. I'm well-known online as "Athelind" or "Your Obedient Serpent" -- better known by far than I am by my legal name. A number of my friends and acquaintances call me "Athe" even in face-to-face conversations.

Hell, some people I know on Second Life call me "Athelind" even when I'm logged in under yet another name.

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I've been reserving this icon for posts about my Epic Sci-Fantasy Space Opera, chock full of dragons and dead gods and scaly goblins and slave girls who become queens. I've been noodling around with this setting and these characters for decades now, but I never seem to be able to sit down and pull the pieces together.

That's right. It's my Magnum Opus.

Icon (and pun) courtesy of Dandy & Company's Derrick Fish.
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Can't really say normally, but this is an Eeyore morning. This is an especially Eeyore morning. Could be any number of things, or all of them at once. Not that it matters. Went to bed last night feeling Especially Eeyore, and woke up the same way this morning. It's only to be expected, I suppose.

"After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'. The Social Round. Always something going on."

It's only on the Especially Eeyore Mornings that I feel like I'm usually Owl: someone who sounds like he knows a great deal about a great many things, but doesn't actually contribute anything useful.

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I'm with [ profile] paka on this -- is there really any choice besides Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?

The occasional Sentinel attack would be kind of obnoxious, but, with luck, I could get through my four years between mansion explosions.

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It's a tie between Gomez and Morticia Addams... and Melinda Gordon and Jim Clancy of The Ghost Whisperer.

Besides a touch of the eerie, the Addamses and the Clancy-Gordons have one thing in common: they're passionate, loving, supportive, and largely free of the tedious relationship angst of most TV relationships.

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Whilst looking for an old post, I found one from about three years ago that might do with revisiting:

When they make an animated movie of FurryMUCK / Second Life / The Internet / Your Favorite Tabletop RPG, who should voice your character?

Think of this as one of those "Writer's Block" questions they put up on the LJ Home Page.

I may make it part of the character creation process in my future tabletop games.

I'm still sticking with Kelsey Grammer for Athelind.

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John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

(Yes, I first stumbled across this poem because Captain Kirk quoted the second line in "The Ultimate Computer". Doesn't matter. Anyone who's been to sea understands this poem.)
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Sonnet XXIX
William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Thursday is Valentine's Day -- and for us, that's two different anniversaries. The very first email I got from a happy, sparkly, shining prism dragon was on 14 February 1995... and exactly a year later, on 14 February 1996, I arrived in Dallas to move in with her.

I memorized this poem two decades before I met [ profile] quelonzia -- the Renaissance Faire offered free admission to those who could recite one of the Bard's sonnets from memory -- but when I'm at my lowest ebb, I remember it... and I remember her.

I love you, Fire of my Heart.

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