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I understand now...

It wasn't really a hurricane, it was giants.

And FEMA is the Ministry of Magic trying to cover it up, which is why they're being so slow about letting help in and people out.

The X-Files version of FEMA seems plausible, too.
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Someone cut a cable this morning, and all phone service (both cellular and land line) to Wrightwood was cut. Lovely.

When we realized that all phone service was out, we wondered for a second if LA had been nuked or something, and we were just sitting there trying to dial into the internet. Then we remembered we could always check the "old-fashioned" way, turned on the TV, and discovered that the rest of the world still existed.

It occasionally makes me nervous staying here. The closest hospital is at least half an hour away, and today we couldn't even have called 911.

I was sick this morning. Not sure what exactly it was. My stomach and back hurt, and I had the chills when I went down for a nap at about 1:00. When we woke up at 3:30, I was fine.

In Virginia, I never got sick. Or rarely, anyways. I think I may have had a cold once or twice. Now I've been sick twice since we moved back to CA, and I tended to get sick fairly regularly before leaving CA last year. A friend who moved from VA at about the same time reports similar.

Part of it is undoubtedly the air quality. I hope it lets up a bit when we're on the coast.
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So tired. This is almost entirely my fault. I started the Left Behind series a week or so ago. I was right at the end of book 6 last night, and stayed up too till 1:00 AM finishing it. This is bad when you have a baby who is generally awake by 7:30.

I've always had a fascination with Revelations, which presumably is related to my fascination with disaster/apocalypse literature in general. Perhaps it's even the source of this fascination. Either way, I spent a lot of time in church as a kid reading Revelations, and not because I went to a particularly end-times centered church. I just found it more interesting than any of the other available distractions.

In any case, when the books first came out, I decided that I was going to wait until they were all released before giving it a shot. Now they've all been released (Not counting the spin-offs, which will presumably continue to be released until the Rapture really does occur and all of Tyndale Press is taken away to heaven), so I did.

They're not great literature, but absorbing and fun. Quick reads - I've gotten through 6.5 of them in a week or so, and I don't have all that much time to spend reading. It usually takes me ages to finish a book these days.

They do provide a view of Christianity that, for all that I grew up immersed in various forms of Christianity, I was never really exposed to. I find the idea that a non-Christian would convert to Christianity through reading these books kind of implausible - the books focus on God providing proof that he exists through events that have not happened in real life. I can, however, understand someone from a more mainstream denomination becoming evangelical after reading them.

One of the news magazines currently has an article about the books. I thought it was Newsweek, but can't see anything about it on the website. Anyone know which one it is?

I have a box of old notebooks full of freewriting from high school/college, combined with random schoolwork that I'm throwing away.

I used to have three file boxes full of this stuff. I got rid of all but one box when we moved last year, primarily by weeding out the majority of the non-literary schoolwork.

I decided today that I'm never actually going to use any of this stuff for anything except reminiscing. I'm not sure it's worth shipping it back and forth across the country an indeterminate number of times just for that.

A lot of it I can't read. It's too painful. Interpret "painful" whatever way you want, and you'll be right.

The random snippets of fiction are interesting, though. In many ways, I feel like I was a better writer back then than I am now. I found one bit that I don't remember writing at all - a feud between a six year old boy and his female cousin who suddenly decide they can't play together due to cooties. The boy is named Allen.

The next page is a letter to an internet friend, also named Allen. Obviously not a coincidence, but I don't remember having any particular feelings for this person beyond friendship. Was it just a convenient boy's name, or am I not remembering something?

I'm afraid I'll regret throwing them away. Who says that in 15 years I won't want to remember exactly how it felt to be in high school? I already see the past with glasses that are, if not rose, at least slightly pink.

On the other hand, I really don't want anyone else ever reading my angstbunny writing. I sound completely bugnuts in most of it.

Perhaps I'll go through and sort out some of the less embarrasing stuff. I am keeping the notebooks I wrote in when I was actively journaling (as opposed to freewriting to pass time in class) during middle school - they're small and generally more sane. The Aristocat stuff too, though I can't find it with a quick glance through the box, which worries me a little, since it isn't exactly a big box.

Leif has figured out how to open the screen door on his own. He just ("just" meaning two hours ago, when I actually wrote this post...) crawled outside and is now sitting on the porch. He's fenced in by the pouring rain, at least (not that he's unsupervised, but it makes it easier when he doesn't actually want to leave the porch).

He just fell over backwards into a puddle of water on the grass. He was a little shocked to suddenly be soaking, but wouldn't let me bring him back inside.

Paranoia

Feb. 27th, 2004 10:04 pm
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Today I was riding the bus, with Leif in his carrier. He was sleepy, and just kind of staring up at me. He wasn't moving, not even blinking, and for a moment I was afraid he'd somehow died. Then I touched him, and he moved, and my heart rate slowly returned to normal.

Time for me to stop reading the paranoid "The end of the world as we know it is upon us!" crackpots again. They write too creepily. I don't think anything any of them have "predicted" has ever come to pass, but it always messes with my brain. I start getting paranoid and depressed and having whacked out dreams.

It's quite addicting, and very easy to get caught up in. My dream the other night was very obviously influenced by what I read there. If I posted that dream, I could have half the people convinced it was prophecy. The idea would be reinforced in their minds, and they'd end up having similar dreams, until everyone on the board ended up truly believing that a moon-sized asteroid is going to hit earth and wipe out the majority of human life in June. After the government releases a virus that kills a good portion of the earth's population, in hopes of cutting down on the chaos caused by the asteroid.

Uh huh.

My mormon grandparent-in-laws are coming to visit sometime soon. I'm convinced that I'm going to somehow end up offering them coffee or wine.

When I was 12, my family took a camping trip around the western US. I fell in love with Utah, and told my mom I wanted to live there someday. She told me I'd have to become mormon. I'm half convinced that a good portion of my life since then has been a subtle joke caused by that conversation.

Reading back through my old entries, I realized that it's been more than 10 days, and we haven't received a confirmation letter from Crackmonkey Bernard. I guess I have to call him Monday.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up calling him Crackmonkey while on the phone with him.
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So, I may have overreacted a bit.

I just talked to my grandmother. Apparently there have been no reports of structures burnt in the area, so their house is probably alright.

I'm not sure what's up with the map my uncle found. I haven't been able to find any sort of detailed map, let alone enough detail to make out individual houses.
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I find this both horrifying and amusing, in a black humor way, at the same time.

Megan: Santa's Village burned.

It's difficult seeing pictures of places I've passed a hundred times on fire.

My grandparents' home is still threatened, and my mom's may be if the wind changes.

Shit. I just talked to my mom, and it probably burned. My uncle apparentgly found a map online that showed it either burned, or the fire a short distance away ([livejournal.com profile] oatmeal - in the apple orchard).

Damn.
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We're all safe and sound. Our apartment didn't even lose power, though it looks like it went out down the street from us.

I've heard we're supposed to boil our tap water before drinking. Wish I'd heard that before drinking a bunch. We're lucky though. Some areas of the county don't have water at all, and some of the areas without power may be out for a week.
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Terrorist are going to attack! North Korea can nuke the US! Live the rest of your undoubtedly short lives in fear!
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I've been having disaster dreams lately. Last night it was nuclear war. Tonight it was a hurricane, alien invasion, and chemical weapons attack. They're all terribly vivid dreams that leave me panicy and wondering if they're true after I wake up.

I also dreamed that [livejournal.com profile] theducks got fed up and moved to Canada. Fed up with what, I'm not sure.
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The library attempted to burn down today.

It didn't succeed, and only gave me about a half hour break from work, but it was the most excitement I've seen around here in quite a while.
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Those of you who know me most likely have heard the story of my travel adventures surrounding the DC meet in 1999. Well, getting to San Diego definetly rivalled that, in terms of things that can go wrong...
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I can't write anything.

So many moods to chose from, and none of them really fit.

smoke bad

Sep. 7th, 2001 04:53 pm
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Bad bad smoke around here today. There's several fires in Northern California. It looks almost foggy outside, even though we aren't within 100 miles or so of any of the fires (as far as I know, anyways).

My eyes are burning, my throat is bothering me, and I'm feeling rather nervous - and that's here inside the building, which has air filteration. Outside is worse. I think we may have to get out of Davis tonight.

Too bad I left a window open at home. I hope the cats aren't freaking out.

Mmm...15 minutes till 5. I should stay longer, but I'm not gonna today. I want to get out of here. I know that the smoke situation won't improve any when I leave (and will probably get worse). I still want to get out of here. Move. Feel like I'm doing something about it.

Instinctive flight reaction?
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Original: http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2001/5/10/204712/383

Thoughts about the power situation in California and disaster preparedness.
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