The Joys of Being Me!

Bless her heart. That just popped out of my mouth today when my mom told me what one of her special ed students did for her for Christmas. She colored an empty toilet paper roll and gave it to my mom wrapped in a kitchen towel. And my reaction to this is "Bless her heart". Ye gods, I'm more Southern than I thought.

I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. Toohulhulsote is dead.
The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead.
It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death.
My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food.
No one knows where they are--perhaps freezing to death.
I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find.
Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired. My heart is sick and sad.
From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.

-Chief Joseph



So maybe I need to realize that my bad day aint nothing at all.

I've been bitching lately about having nothing to read around here. Which is ironic, because if I had all my books I would only read a few pages at a time and then be bored again. But there you go; it doesn't have to make sense.

The point of this being, I remembered yesterday that I gave my entire Animorphs collection to yurnewbff when I moved out years ago. And I had the entire collection, which is somewhere around 70 books--all the regular ones, the Megamorphs, the various Chronicles, even the Alternamorphs (sp?), which were choose your own adventure style, and I never really liked them, but I still had to have.

I have rediscovered the sheer love I once had for these characters. You know how you sometimes dig up a book you loved as a kid, reread it and wonder what you saw in it all those years ago? That's not the case with Animorphs. They're still as good I remember. Except for the thankfully short lived tv show. That I still have some VHS copies off...man it is bad. I made my whole family and a few of my school friends watch it. I doubt they've forgiven me. But it wasn't as bad as the original Power Rangers movie...that is a level of suck that I just...have no words. But it was so fuckin' cool when I was nine years old!

Anyway. Animorphs, by K.A. Applegate (yeah, she fell prey to the marketing belief that kids will only read books by authors the same gender as themselves, so she was published under her initials--lame). One of the reasons I remember thinking it was cool was because the characters were racially mixed, and came from different socioeconomic backgrounds. Also there was a love interest between a black and white character. That was a pretty bold move, I think, and props to the publisher for going ahead with it--and not white washing the characters on the cover art.

Another thing that really impressed me was the fact that the aliens were not humans with silly putty on their faces.

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The job interview went well, but...they don't want to hire me until after Christmas.

Bah. Humbug.