Sweet Charity reminder

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Signups to auction yourself through the 14th.

I also caved and signed up, but this time will only be offering my services as a fic beta/concrit.

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musesfool is running an unconvential love meme where you post the names of folks that you think need love.

go and spread it.

Palm trees

So far, the places I've been happiest these past few years have all had palm trees. Which has gotten me to thinking about the first time I saw them.

See, I grew up in land locked and very non tropical Oklahoma. TV was, of course, my first exposure to palm trees. So yes, I knew in theory where they were located and all that. Still, they seemed slightly cheesy and like something you'd only see at a cheap used car lot unless you actually travelled to California, Florida, or the tropics.

So it was a big surprise when I went to a friend's wedding in Houston and there were palm trees. Granted, most were decorative and probably very specially cared for, but they weren't at used car lots. I was very disconcerted and never really got over that feeling to appreciate them.

The second time was obviously my trip to San Francisco. I appreciated them a bit more and was suitably impressed and they appealed to me, but I was again too busy adjusting to the landscape of barren hills, silent redwood forests, and everything else that I hadn't quite expected to truly appreciate them. Plus, the sight of Monterey Bay which was my true first exposure to the ocean on a non-protected and calm bay. Big waves crashing on rocks, definitely the highlight of the weekend right below meeting azuremonkey for the first time and getting to hang out again with poisontaster and sixersfan.

The third time I saw palm trees, I was in South Carolina and specifically on Kiawah Island. I think this is when I started to fall in love. They were everywhere, they were plentiful, there were noisy insects and birds (sorry, azuremonkey, I still hold that any gathering of trees without insects is just wrong), and GREEN everywhere. This was when I started to ken to the fact that my mind needs lots of green + adequate sunshine to be in the right place. It was also the first time that I really regretted not having a decent digital camera (yes, took along a normal one, but never really carried it anywhere. Not much of a photo person generally).

San Diego was altogether different since most of the trees were just palm trees. But there were more than San Francisco and something else imperceptible appealed to me about that city.

Anyway, that's my random post for the day.

Sleeping cures

Are you a light sleeper? Does the slightest sound wake you up? I have decided I have a cure for it.

Move to a place located directly behind a fire station in a big city. You'll either learn how to sleep through the apocalypse or you'll go mad from sleep deprivation (and sound torture).

Luckily, I've always slept like the dead so my sanity is only affected by the sound torture. And the constant winter heat. And many people would say I was never sane to begin with.

Either way, I guarantee you the noise from a train signal a couple of blocks from your hotel room won't faze you :)

Movie Rec

Okay, normally I'm not one for cheesy physical comedies or the such. But I knew B was in the movie mood and we are both "meh" on seeing Ghost Rider, so when I realized that Reno: Miami wasn't a new tv series, but a movie, we agreed to go see it.

One of the best decisions we've made all year.

It is absolutely hilarious. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a good laugh. Plus, Shrek III preview runs before it (and an incredible 300 preview), so everything's good.