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Nov. 29th, 2005 10:49 am
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Jesus Christos have a sandwich. Nightmares like nobody's business. A really weird Arthurian thing that involved Arthur and his son (not Mordred)and Arthur being murdered by Morgan. Over and over. And having to send messages back to the troops to let them know that Arthur was dead. And more death. Also, something about being the next guardian of the universe and dying and Geoff Proehl being the current guardian of the universe and all kinds of other weirdness. And I didn't like it.
  • I Feel: haunted
  • I Hear: Main Street Electrical Parade- Disneyland
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Date: 11/29/05 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carolynrose.livejournal.com
Geoff Proehl was the guardian of the universe? SWEET!!!

Date: 11/29/05 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dramaturgca.livejournal.com
I think I'm okay with Geoff being in charge of the universe...But should he really pass the torch to me?

Date: 11/29/05 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carolynrose.livejournal.com
depends on if you can be as excited about databases as he is.

Date: 11/29/05 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dramaturgca.livejournal.com
I dearly love databases. But...I'm afraid of being in charge of the universe. That's a lot of responsibility...

Date: 11/30/05 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carolynrose.livejournal.com
well that's what the universe really is after all, isn't it? One huge database (insert existential moment here).
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disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
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a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
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my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
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