Xtine66 Smmedal2
Failing to Grasp the Seriousness of the Situation Since 1969

Sain baina uu! Mal sureg targan tavati yuu!
Hello! I hope your animals are fattening nicely.


I have a cunning plan: we'll call it Categorian....


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Ex-Mongol cavalryman currently a polymathic, bibliophagous Reiki Master, shamanic adjustor and biocomputer tech. A mystic but empirical: no newage crispy, me!
A redheaded elfin cross between Laurie Anderson and Mae West who rides and swears like a Mongol.
Despite my being an impecunious female Yankistani in the 20th/21st centuries I have acquired the perfect education for a wealthy English gent of the 1800s - languages, fencing, history, literature, philosophy, poetry, politics, art, horsemanship. Sigh...


Science is a way of talking about the universe in words that bind it to a common reality. Magic is a method of talking to the universe in words that it cannot ignore.
-Neil Gaiman

You don't know Steampunk until you've used a 56k dial-up connection in a Victorian house whilst wearing a top hat and tails. Please don't send me videos or vast images.

Hey, thanks for dropping by so often, Anonymous. You're very kind.
I won't try to figure out who you are: I am civilis/zed and believe in your privacy as much as my own.




A quick glance at the above widget will more likely than not tell you what that 'F' and 'C' are really for, and why I so often insist 'Temperate' hardly describes Detroit's climate.
You can also check your own with that widget, and not just Yankistani weather.

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Things that are bad for dogs: http://www.vetinfo4dogs.com/dtoxin.html




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It is extremely difficult to remain indifferent to those with Chiron conjunct Ascendant --- they seem to almost force you to form some opinion about them.
- Zane Stein

...To advance, to advance
with Truth and Right
Truth and Right
To advance
with Love and Light
Love and Light...

















The Brits have a lot of gall, picking on us Yankistanis and our abuse of th' English tongue.

It's a great idea - much of the Lower (B)East Side looks like a fricken war zone, and around 7 Mile and Van Dyke there are blocks and blocks which have only one or two occupied homes - but I just don't see it happening. I see millions spent on consulting firms, millions more spent drawing up plans, and then, pffft - nothing.

This city is incapable of demolishing hyper-dangerous buildings, and is also incapable of restoring and preserving good ones. We even neglect one of the biggest and best public parks in the country!


Ta much, dear Ar0cketman
On being introduced to Margot Asquith, Jean Harlow mispronounced her name Margut.

“My dear, the t is silent,” said Asquith, “as in Harlow.”




Meow, indeed!

Ta much, dear Glenn321


... Charles Ryder: How's Sebastian?

Julia Flyte: He's fine.

Charles: Fine?

Julia: Did he tell you he was dying?

Charles: Well, I thought... His message said...

Julia: I expect he thought you wouldn't come if you knew.

Charles: He's not badly hurt, then?

Julia: He cracked a bone in his foot so small it hasn't even got a name.

Charles: How did it happen?

Julia: Playing croquet....
The old woman of Mount Edwards
Published: Tuesday | March 9, 2010

... I asked if either of them knew of Miss Lecky, and the elder woman nodded. I asked if the stories of her ability to give the best advice were true and if they knew where I could find her.

"Den ah quite ah town yuh stay and here dat? Heh heh! What a prekeh!" said the woman with the pointy nose.

"Miss Lecky name gone abroad!" she added, gesturing wildly.

"Miss Lecky nuh too love company though, yuh know. But yuh can check har and see what happen. Just follow dis road likkle 'til yuh see a turning, den turn and yuh will see a old house. Is she alone live around there so yuh can't lost."

I thanked both women and walked off, thankful to be out from under the stare of the skinny one.

About five minutes later, I came across the corner I was told of and soon spotted a rickety old house. Its zinc roof was rusty and the windows had large gaps that were patched with pieces of wood. There was a blue plastic drum full of water outside but no sign of anyone. Surprisingly, there was a car parked not far away, but there was nobody inside it.

I walked up to the door of the house, then stood a second in silence, wondering what to do next. I gave it a knock. Silence. I knocked again. Silence.

"Miss Lecky?" I hollered. No sound. After a couple minutes more of knocking and looking around I started to curse my luck. Ticked off for having come this far without success, I walked off. But then I heard it. Though faint, I clearly heard a woman's voice inside.

"Is who dat now?" Excited, I shouted my name and said I just wanted to speak with Miss Lecky because I had heard great things about her back in Kingston.

"Kingston? But I nuh go dem places! It too chuck-up chuck-up," the woman said. I asked if she was Miss Lecky. "I am Lecky," the woman replied. I asked if she was often approached by members of the community for advice. "Well, yes, every minute. But is just because mi old dem seh mi wise," she replied. ...








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