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http://cadhla.livejournal.com/1217584.html -- Mario's Lament. (I have to send this to my best friend. He will either appreciate it, or whack me, or both. I'm not discounting the possibility of both.)
http://boutell.livejournal.com/588866.html -- how to break up with a really nice person
http://www.kirchersociety.org/blog/?p=625 -- dad needs this link
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/008577.html -- half a street.
http://xkcd.com/c215.html prompted me to say: "It works from the other side, too -- there's nothing more satisfying in a vengeful breakup where you still have to share a box than to take away all their rights and delete anything you feel is wasting space."

I have fresh cucumber pickle. This is due to me noticing that cucumbers were two for a dollar at Sprouts, getting two, scoring and slicing one, and putting it into a brine half of my own devising, and half of a pickling spice with instructions in a language that I cannot read, nay, not even sound out. I decided that I would see how it came out before doing the other one. It has come out beautifully, though I imagine that the shelf life cannot be as scarily-long as the average store-pickle.

My time is stretched too thin. I may not take on any more commitments. 'k?
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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