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matrixrefugeeMy latest Amazon.com order showed up today: Volume One of the "Matrix Comics"; I'd forgotten just why I never bought this sooner -- The very first story is the Wachowski Brothers and Geoff Darrow's first version of part of "The Animatrix: Second Renaissence, Part 1", specifically the B1-66-ER trial, also known as One of the Bits that Nearly Caused the Matrix Refugee to Heave at the Screen When She Watched It for the First Time. I'm afraid I squick out very easily; splatter is sometimes just not my thing, much as part of me might want to enact some horrible things on certain people... Part of me is tempted to try finding a way to "accidently" glue those pages together. But aside from that, another of the stories, "Artistic License" gave me some ideas for my original character Ref's background (since it deals with an artist who has grown aware of the Real...). And heck, it's got Neil Gaiman's short story contribution to the series.
Just now, my dad and I were out digging up trees on a piece of land which a friend of his, "Bob Jones" just bought. "Bob" (not his real name) wants to develop the land eventually, but he let my dad take some of the trees on it, since there's a few hundred birches and beeches on it. Well, we kinda got a late start, and we ended up digging trees in the moonlight. Says my dad, "I know there's some seeds you're supposed to plant by the light of the moon, but I dunno about diggin' trees by the light of the moon."
When I got home from work, almost my first question to my mom, when I got in the door was, "Did the College of Cardinals elect a new pope?... Or maybe I should put that in Latin: Habeamus Papem? [We have a Pope?]" (I'd just bought a bottle of alcohol-free champagne, for when the Shoes of the Fisherman are filled.) Nope.... I didn't think they'd reach the necessary two-thirds majority on the first vote. Tomorrow's another day, and they're supposed to vote four times a day until they select one of their number.
Just now, my dad and I were out digging up trees on a piece of land which a friend of his, "Bob Jones" just bought. "Bob" (not his real name) wants to develop the land eventually, but he let my dad take some of the trees on it, since there's a few hundred birches and beeches on it. Well, we kinda got a late start, and we ended up digging trees in the moonlight. Says my dad, "I know there's some seeds you're supposed to plant by the light of the moon, but I dunno about diggin' trees by the light of the moon."
When I got home from work, almost my first question to my mom, when I got in the door was, "Did the College of Cardinals elect a new pope?... Or maybe I should put that in Latin: Habeamus Papem? [We have a Pope?]" (I'd just bought a bottle of alcohol-free champagne, for when the Shoes of the Fisherman are filled.) Nope.... I didn't think they'd reach the necessary two-thirds majority on the first vote. Tomorrow's another day, and they're supposed to vote four times a day until they select one of their number.
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Date: 2005-04-19 03:01 am (UTC)If you have a problem with the way I'm playing, for the love of God tell me so we can talk it out.