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[23 Sep 2009|01:30am] |
( Private )
Do you remember when the Purity Ring movement co-opted marriage symbolism in a savage attempt to push the concept of shaming sexuality on young girls too naive or stupid to know any better? To say nothing of the Purity Balls, which came very close to embracing outright incest as to convince young girls that their sexuality belonged to their father?
I wonder what the minds behind the Purity Ring movement will think of the Equality Ring movement. The wise money is on loud, poorly-spelled complaints that the homos are taking their ideas.
Irony of ironies.
I'm not suggesting that you abstain from marriage until I can get married. I just find it fascinating. Just think: there would be no equality rings without purity rings.
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[06 Aug 2009|12:46pm] |
I...
I cannot express...
I cannot fathom...
...What the fuck is wrong with Jeph Loeb?
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[14 Jul 2009|12:27am] |
( Caro )
The potluck has reawakened my interest in cooking. We should consider this a blessing, for I am very good at it. For future reference, are there any dietary concerns I should be aware of in considering a dish?
( Caro Again )
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[05 Jun 2009|06:42pm] |
I am aware of the possibility of this forum devolving into inanity as easily as the previous incarnation. But this cannot stand.
To whom it concerns:
Saying "I am literally speechless," is a short way of saying, "Please, Padma, punch me in the throat for not knowing how to use my mother tongue."
And now, back into the fray. Oh, for a job where I am encouraged to punch throats. Clearly I will make a fantastic doctor.
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[17 Mar 2009|06:23am] |
The number of people I am concerned about living or dying may be finite, but I would rather the majority of you survived. If only because I would hate to be forced to break in a new group of superpowered idiots.
There may be a more diplomatic way of doing this, but I am not the type of person to go looking for it.
Who is still alive?
If you are not, you are excused from answering.
You are also excused if you are Reed Richards, on the grounds that you are ugly and your mother dresses you poorly.
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[10 Mar 2009|06:39pm] |
( Caro )
Battle For the Cowl begins tomorrow. Those of you who do not get your Bat-news from the recently-revived Scans Daily may want to purchase your copy early. We may sell out.
One day I will have news that is not about work, school, or this community.
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[03 Mar 2009|12:05am] |
( Private )
I am often asked to carry boxes back and forth around my workplace, especially on Wednesday (New Comic Day, for those of you who are not knowledgeable about your heritage). No one ever seems to question that a hundred pound girl has no problems transporting several dozen two-hundred pound boxes; at best, I get, "Oh, you're stronger than you look."
Am I simply being paranoid? Do all people assume a normal explanation for abnormal occurrences, even when it is nonsensical to do so? Or should I do the same, and not automatically think that every faster-than-normal person on the street is the reincarnated Whizzer?
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[28 Feb 2009|10:05pm] |
( Private )
The move is complete, though I am not officially a resident of my new apartment for an hour and a half. Those few of you who care where I live, update your records. The rest of you, find a phone book. I am not listed, but in a city of eight million immigrant descendants, there must be some strange combination of South Asian and Gaelic blood to create another Padma Mackenzie.
I am marginally less likely to be stabbed and rather closer to school and work, which is good, because evidently I twisted both ankles in my sleep and am doomed to suffer for it.
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[10 Feb 2009|09:07pm] |
Thanks to Margot, my grades in the various requisite math classes have improved to the point that I was able to successfully apply for a scholarship for those students who show a marked improvement in one area. This influx of income means that I can afford an apartment that is not sandwiched between a person who, I am reasonably certain, is a pimp and another whom I know to be a drug dealer.
Apartment shopping. Joy of joys. If my ring worked, I might simply take up residence in a glowing green box at the end of the alley.
( Caro )
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[30 Jan 2009|01:23am] |
I find that one of the stranger things about having the memories of another, rather older, individual is that I find myself with expertise in areas that I am unaccustomed to.
Take this article, for instance: Immortal Jellyfish.
A fascinating article. Another mystery in the already mysterious world of biology. But upon reading it, I am only reminded that I already had this information. Namor knows far too much about undersea life for me not to know. It is strange to think that you are learning, only to find that you are simply remembering.
I suppose that it comes from not thinking about this type of thing. When I usually indulge in Namor's memories, they involve something that I am interested in: World War II, flying, or Emma Frost, who is a recent example. I have never thought to scour my mind for information regarding fish beyond "How do I cook this volume of tuna you have burdened me with, you Atlantean whoreson?"
And so I ask you: have you found yourself in a similar situation, having one aspect of your psyche introduced to things that the other half is intimately familiar with?
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[18 Jan 2009|12:26am] |
It appears I will be working the Midtown Comics booth Comic Con. This promises to be a bizarre experience.
I'm not sure if I will more disturbed by cosplayers or creators.
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[14 Jan 2009|08:46pm] |
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( Margot )
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[10 Jan 2009|12:09am] |
YOU THOUGHTLESS SON OF A WHORE!
Never before have I been so determined to master this ring, for I plan to use it to tear down the walls between your universe and mine, Namor. And when I do, I will rip the head from your shoulders!
( Margot )
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[08 Jan 2009|08:02pm] |
The sensation of having another's memories and body is, in a word, ridiculous.
I have virtually encyclopedic knowledge of DC and Marvel Comics, along with no shortage of fairly useless medical knowledge.
I have memory of manipulating this Green Lantern ring, though it seems to have failed along with every other ability that might provide me a way to explore my rightful domain.
I can look dispassionately on her combined pride and shame upon fleeing her wedding. (Indeed, child--pride is the correct reaction).
And I feel... sympathy when I watch her pine through her own mind's eye. My own experiences with unrequited love having moved from failed romance to friendship, I suppose it is somewhat comforting to think it possible that I would have fared no better had I begun with friendship and moved towards romance. Young Padma is certainly not faring well.
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[25 Dec 2008|09:51am] |
I don't drink and I don't date men, so I thought the possibilities of waking up exhausted with a ring on my finger whose origin I could not recall was not a real possibility. Clearly I was mistaken.
It looks like I would imagine a Green Lantern Ring to look.
What, pray, the hell?
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[23 Dec 2008|07:12pm] |
Oh my God Stan Lee came into the store today and I shook his hand and got his autograph and told him he was my favorite person ever and he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I should be," because he's fantastic and I kissed his cheek and I have Stan Lee germs on me and he said, "Excelsior!" and eeeeeeeeee!
Eventful day.
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[22 Dec 2008|07:54pm] |
Lesbians Eat Soup: A Nation In Crisis.
What do they think we do to the broth? Infect it?
I want to make this very clear. There is no magical gay serum. We do not infect your food so that you catch The Gay. We will not seduce your wives with Swanson Broth, unless your wives have a very specific and savory fetish.
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