I had a lovely day
Mike and I went to Gettysburg today. I kept kicking myself over and over that I didn't bring my camera. It was unseasonably warm-- I didn't even need a jacket-- and the bare trees streched up to the sky, leaving the monuments strewn with fallen brown leaves. We toured the little shops along the main street, and I found some beautiful jewelled perfume vials that I'd like the next time we go that way, along with brightly-colored witches' balls, gourmet baking mixes, handmade soaps. We had lunch at the Farnsworth Inn's tavern, and while I felt no ghostiness afoot, I want to go back for the Mourning Theater and the ghost stories in the cellar. Lunch itself was awesome-- I had a great bowl of Maryland crab soup (I pity you who have never known the real bliss of well made crab soup) and Mike and I shared an amazing fruit, cheese, and cracker spread.
We walked around the battlefields for about two hours, culminating in us getting hoplessly lost and having to cut across a cow enclosure, over a little creek, and across a field of wheat that turned out to be *the* Wheatfield. I finally got to the top of Little Round Top, where there's a little castle-like monument that you can climb to the top of and look out across the Pennsylvania countryside, which was absolutely breathtaking. Slopes of hollow gold wheat and gray rock fading into hazy blue mountains in the distance. While I love Gettysburg after dark, the view was something to remember.
Also? I have very very odd dreams. Last night, Mike & I watched Dawn of the Dead, and I have a deep and abiding love for a good zombie flick, which often results in frequent zombie nightmares. The thing is-- you can outwit a vampire. You can use your brain and your crosses and your holy water to kill it. You can stick a silver bullet in a werewolf. You can't fight zombies with intellect, and no logic will reason with them to spare your life. Once you kill one, another will come, and another, until you have a 3,000-strong bloodthirsty horde on your heels. They will keep coming until they kill you, or you starve to death, terrified, locked in a closet somewhere. So, last night I dreamt that there were polling places in the mall, and during the election, there was a massive zombie attack. Yes, in my dream, a Kerry-supporter was in a polling booth preparing to make his choice when he was attacked and turned into a zombie. He then voted for Bush before going off to kill more people. This is proof positive that my political persuasion is getting deep in my brain. I don't know wether or not to be mildly bemused or start with the metaphorical psychoanalysis. :)
Okay, I'm in the lab, about to start working. I have sustenance: I was hit up by a gang of Girl Scouts and I was physically too weak to avoid buying some lemon cookies.
In the realm of passing on quotage::
a) Proof that the next generation is smarter than the current one.
b) From
sunfell::
"Garrison Kiellor, bless his cotton socks, made an absolutely hilarious remark in the opening of tonight's Prairie Home Companion: he said that he's not bitter- he's busy charting new horizons, including working on creating a constitutional amendment prohibiting Born Again Christians from voting. His rationale was that they were already citizens of heaven, and therefore did not need to vote in this world."
Oh, and I'm a brunette now. I got tired of blonde. It was too brassy, it washed me out. My current color is a warm chestnut brown with honey streaks. I rather like it.
ETA:: I just addedparilous as an LJ friend. If you're wondering where the claims that electronic voting results were tampered with are coming from, she has made two excellent link posts explaining the controversy.
We walked around the battlefields for about two hours, culminating in us getting hoplessly lost and having to cut across a cow enclosure, over a little creek, and across a field of wheat that turned out to be *the* Wheatfield. I finally got to the top of Little Round Top, where there's a little castle-like monument that you can climb to the top of and look out across the Pennsylvania countryside, which was absolutely breathtaking. Slopes of hollow gold wheat and gray rock fading into hazy blue mountains in the distance. While I love Gettysburg after dark, the view was something to remember.
Also? I have very very odd dreams. Last night, Mike & I watched Dawn of the Dead, and I have a deep and abiding love for a good zombie flick, which often results in frequent zombie nightmares. The thing is-- you can outwit a vampire. You can use your brain and your crosses and your holy water to kill it. You can stick a silver bullet in a werewolf. You can't fight zombies with intellect, and no logic will reason with them to spare your life. Once you kill one, another will come, and another, until you have a 3,000-strong bloodthirsty horde on your heels. They will keep coming until they kill you, or you starve to death, terrified, locked in a closet somewhere. So, last night I dreamt that there were polling places in the mall, and during the election, there was a massive zombie attack. Yes, in my dream, a Kerry-supporter was in a polling booth preparing to make his choice when he was attacked and turned into a zombie. He then voted for Bush before going off to kill more people. This is proof positive that my political persuasion is getting deep in my brain. I don't know wether or not to be mildly bemused or start with the metaphorical psychoanalysis. :)
Okay, I'm in the lab, about to start working. I have sustenance: I was hit up by a gang of Girl Scouts and I was physically too weak to avoid buying some lemon cookies.
In the realm of passing on quotage::
a) Proof that the next generation is smarter than the current one.
b) From
sunfell::"Garrison Kiellor, bless his cotton socks, made an absolutely hilarious remark in the opening of tonight's Prairie Home Companion: he said that he's not bitter- he's busy charting new horizons, including working on creating a constitutional amendment prohibiting Born Again Christians from voting. His rationale was that they were already citizens of heaven, and therefore did not need to vote in this world."
Oh, and I'm a brunette now. I got tired of blonde. It was too brassy, it washed me out. My current color is a warm chestnut brown with honey streaks. I rather like it.
ETA:: I just added
parilous as an LJ friend. If you're wondering where the claims that electronic voting results were tampered with are coming from, she has made two excellent link posts explaining the controversy.