The Flatlanders

We are on Livejournal, using the community Fratrandas, as well as the individual journals listed in its profile. Though locked, it is a relatively open community; if you were friended here, you would probably be welcome there, as well, and if you are not welcome, you should already know why.

This journal still exists for archival purposes, but not much else.

So, I was thinking that I would go through the EGC archives and try to piece together who wrote what when and why... it's public so that if an old writer friend like, say, Dot migrated to IJ from LJ, she could read this and go "OHHHH! THAT'S WHY X, Y, AND Z".

( 7 Arc Summaries under here )

...wow, I didn't get very far at all!

( Computer Equipment Found )

( "Phonebook" Magazines Found )

( Comics Found )

( Movies Found )

( Software Found )

( Video Games Found )

( Computer Games Found )

( Consoles and related items found )

( Music CDs found and reunited with their packaging )

( Music CDs found without their packaging )

Keep in mind that this is not everything we own—this is everything we own that we can find. The Playstation and Dreamcast games, doujinshi, and comics (and many other more easily sold possessions) are conveniently not in their usual locations.

Edit (Hikaru): Post has been unlocked so that people who are not on our friends list can also buy things.

Edit (John): Found a bunch of packaging, so three cds moved up from "no packaging" to "have packaging", and five cds that had been AWOL got added to the "have packaging" category. Yey!

( Results for the meme that's been going around... )

Oh my! I don't know if I'm that inspiring, Sir or Madam Internet Meme! And I'd definitely look much sillier with cinnabun hair. *L*

I just checked the syndicated feeds on our f-list, and found this from a metafilter item...

( "Too old for this am I getting!" *grumble* )

Original post here!

( Cut for the sake of those who have had poor experience with Bible-thumping hypocrites and the like. I'm not attempting to convert, only citing my sources. )

I know that this is useless to most everyone who reads this, and that "turn the other cheek" has been misused and abused by so many before that it's hardly possible to take it seriously anymore. But it is what I believe. Others might let pain blind them to the humanity of others. I will not. Others might seek revenge, under that name or as "justice". I won't. It's not easy, and sometimes it seems downright impossible, but I must do it. Even the most loathsome person in existence is not worth the cost of hating them. I have no expectations of changing others with this philosophy; the purpose of it is to change me.

So, yes, if Shiba were to come to me honestly needing my help, even without giving an apology for what she's done, I would help her. If That Man were to need help, genuinely, it would be much, much harder to do, but I would do it. Even if I needed to carry pepper spray as I did so, for comfort's sake. It can be hard to stomach, but I have done it with lesser matters, and I have seen others in this system give the benefit of the doubt where I would have thought it was useless to risk it. Maybe it was, but we are still better off for it. I could go on for too long why I believe so, but... I think it's best, at least, to take myself down a notch and admit that Bao's beloved Dhammapada probably says it most clearly:

( Hate corrupts. )

For us, at least, this is the truth.

♫ Happy Birthday to the Front
Happy Birthday to the Front
You look like a monkey
And you smell like a... zoo! ♫

And many more~♪

(Note to self: Smelly things that rhyme with "front" != safe corner to sing yourself into...)

We were exactly two minutes late to work today, even though we left the house very, very early, because we went to the Post Office to check our P.O. Box out in farm country and... had to stop for a wild turkey and her poults crossing the road. They weren't in any hurry to get across, so Bao really let them have it with the horn. HONK HONK HONKHONK HOOOOONK HOOOOONK! Scared the poor things into turkey-hopping to the other side as fast as their little turkey wings would take them.

I felt bad about it for about a minute more of road, and then another car whizzed past us on the other side. Must have been going over 100 MPH. Definitely wouldn't have been able to stop for turkey poults.

So, uh, yay for Bao and his scary HONKHONK. It saved adorable wild turkey poults!

(Also, until someone remembered that the children of turkeys are called poults, he started getting everyone to call them "turkeylings". *grin*)

Data URI Scheme. (Pardon the lack of in-post explanation, but... this post is actually very large without it.)

Command-line tool for Base64 - encoding, decoding, and what.

Linked image example.

There was an mp3 example, but it was too big to stick directly in one post. However, you could always do the oldsk00l alt.binary.whatever method of breaking the base64 up into parts and then posting each in order, to be reassembled into a text file and decoded at the other person's end.

Vạn sự như ý!

If you don't have a whole boiled chicken the way your bà ngoại used to make it, well, you're completely missing out.

(And what's this "Valentine's Day" that everybody's been complaining about? ;)

Thelonious Monk - I Didn't Know About You, 15.74Mb mp3 file at 320kps.

( Once Again I Fail to Read an Important Novel )

( Hornworm: Summer Reverie )

( Bathrooms )

( Sunday Morning, Late August )

( Ex-boyfriends in Heaven )

( After )

( Lucky )

( Newsphoto: Basra, Collateral Damage )

( Vegan )

( Nineteen-Thirty-Eight )

( Female Comic Book Superheroes )

( Spy Girls )

( when serpents bargain for the right to squirm )

( After an Absence )

Shiira crashed three times and took down three drafts of this before LJ remembered how to autosave the web form. So, no explanation for you. Just read.

( since feeling is first )

( At Tea )

( Mahogany China )