2001-09-07

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2001-09-07 09:56 pm

Trying to Catch up.

I have tried to send three different things through my palm pilot, and they won't send. Maybe I accidentally deleted a necessary file. I bet that's it. I do stupid stuff like that all the time.

Roswell the kitten is on the keyboard. Now he's examining the terminal.

So, I went to Dragon*Con. And Emerald Rose were there, and they were amazing. Freya Shakti had the pagans dancing again. We have hymns thanks to people like Emerald Rose.

I worked security for just barely 20 hours.... maybe 21. I was too terribly tired and sick most of the time. And the batteries in my digital camera died. So Dragon*Con 2001 was lost to me, for the most part.

A group of Netherworld people (and Mark!) did a skit for the costume contest and we won best skit! It would have been really cool except for the fact that it took forever. We spent something like 2 minutes on stage and for this we spent from 3 - 6:15 getting into makeup, 6:15 - 8:30 waiting around backstage and having our pictures made, and almost the whole show waiting around to go on stage. Then we waited for the show to end, and the winners to be announced, and then we waited in line to go down an improvised runway outside the ballroom where everyone took pictures of us. I got back to the room at 11 and passed out almost right away.

If you have ever been coming down with the flu, or just feverish and feeling drained -- while in a hot claustrophobic space, you know the feeling of surreality I was having at the time. Added to this was almost being able to hear what was going on out on the stage. I hope I get to see the tape sometime and find out what happened.

Note: If you don't want to have stage fright, don't look at the people!

Maybe some day, the missing parts of Dragon Con and my Journal will show up for me. :)
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2001-09-07 10:05 pm

The dilemma of morality

Sometimes you do things you think are wrong because the other choices aren't any better. Sometimes being good is looking for a choice that has some merit, whatever it is.

Sometimes, being good is just a burden placed on you by other people who want you to take the responsibility from them.

Sometimes I'm so vague I don't know how anyone could know what I was talking about.