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Go check out (preferably purchase!) Duplicate!

Since I'm terrible at summarizing things, I instead offer the blurb from the above link:

" What do you do when your ship is about to hit an asteroid?

Why, you jump in your Corp-provided DupliPod, of course. It's effective. It's foolproof. It's safe. First it records your brain patterns, then kills you. Saves on life support in the deep reaches. The DupliPod will grow you a new body when it's safe; you will awake refreshed and renewed.

Sometimes, it doesn't work quite right.

Duplicate: would you die to save your own life?"

FWIW, I will be buying one. :)

haijujaguar asks an interesting question about Alienating Your Audience, Social-Networking Style. My summarizing ability isn't up to summarizing this, though. Sorry!

I have not enough brain or words to write about my own bisexuality for Bisexuality Day, but mactavish talks about hers.

I, too, know the experience of thinking I had to choose, because I did not know that bisexuality actually existed. (much like trying to be monogamous, I failed miserably at trying to be straight or gay)

A librarian responds to a patron's concerns and desire for censuring a book.

Via my word of the day thing, for banned books week.

once escorted. Go read it.

Am suspecting that two ativan at night, while permitting me to fall asleep faster (assuming stress doesn't override them) also causes me to have much trouble getting up in the morning and being drowsy all day. Not really a fan, so back to one and taking longer to fall asleep. So far, so good.

I would like it to be a little less easy for me to get into states where I'm not functional due to stress or overwhelmedness or whatever. So, after much conversation with metahacker, I shall be investigating having a therp (therp! Therp! Therp! the_xtina, I blame you) to try to work on things which are non-urgent (my entire experience with mental health professionals up until now has been for urgent stuff). I am not really sure how I feel about this.

Starting to investigate application processes for grad school, to be ordering transcripts once I'm home and have envelopes and my checkbook and such. Am vaguely annoyed that the earliest application deadline place does not yet have available the electronic application for next year, and that one of my application places requires that you do the entire electronic application in a single setting. Ah, well.

Soon, I shall need to start taking a stab at various personal statement things. That'll be weird! I don't recall my undergrad application at all, although I'm sure I had similar things to do then.

I've two people from my two last classes at UML as potential recommenders (one would prefer not, as he did not have much interaction with me and it was entirely online, but at least one of the schools wants two in academia, and another wherever), and two boss/co-worker-type people. So I should be good on recommendations.

Settling better into new location. I always seem to forget how hard moving is on me. Which is probably good, or I might try to never move again, and usually there is good reason to do so, when I do!

Intriguing post, here, by merovingian.

Gay Need Not Mean Gaudy: Another Outsider Queer Rant, on readers_list

I am so very charmed. Charmed!

"“They have this tradition,” Jack offered, putting his hands in his pockets. “Nothing lasts forever, right? But you can choose to keep going. You can choose to change when someone else changes. You can choose to start over, when you have to.”

Jack pulled something out of his pocket, straightened up, and went down on one knee in front of Sky. He looked very smooth, but Sky saw his free hand go to the walkway. Steadying himself. So that was what you noticed at a time like this, Sky thought.

“Will you keep going with me?” Jack was saying. He held something up, in the safeties’ shadow but it caught the light from the door and Sky knew perfectly well what it was. “For as long as we can?”

“How long is that?” His voice sounded strange in his ears, uncertain and not strong at all. Not even slightly like someone who knew what they were doing.

“I hope for the rest of our lives,” Jack said. For once, he sounded completely serious. “But the ring’s not made of metal, Sky. It’s made of shell, and it’ll break. Just like us. We’ll get mad, we’ll fight, something will happen and one or both of us won’t be the same. We’ll have to make this choice, over and over again. To keep going. To stay with each other.

“Nothing lasts forever,” Jack repeated, “and one promise isn’t gonna be enough. It’s gonna take a lot of them. Not one big promise at the beginning, but lots of little ones, all along the way. It’ll probably be a lot of work. But I’m ready to do it if you are.”" And Choose Again

Except that I would totally break a shell ring _way_ too often and easily. But charmed!

Today, I overflow with love.

Means there's a goofy half smile on my face for no obvious reason, and may make co-workers nervous. But it also means that I'm in a good mood.

I approve. I do!

And for those of you who don't read metahacker (why don't you? I reference him often enough!), go read this post. Because I said so. And because it's pretty. No, really!

And, in conclusion, I shall sound an awful lot like starandrea! ♥ to you all. Lots of ♥!

(this post brought to you by anti-migraine meds taken early enough in the day, light box use, and just general happy)

And now, I go pester a co-worker a lot.