Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in The Mysterious Tripper's LiveJournal:

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Saturday, October 31st, 2009
10:09 pm	One woman commedia dell'arte, bitches. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 16th, 2009
2:27 pm	Shut up woman, get on my horse. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 12th, 2009
5:38 pm	I spent about an hour today eating lunch out and brainstorming, and about an hour and a half writing. What the hell did I do with the rest of my day? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
3:38 am	Ever since I learned the world "milt" over the summer, it has been relevantly popping up WAY too often in my life. (Comment on this)
Friday, August 28th, 2009
8:53 pm	I really like it when people stop me to ask me for directions. It makes me feel good that I can help someone out with something that is easy/free to give, and to boot it is information that I am proud to know. Also, one thing I think essential to life is at least one good internet friend who will play scrabble with me. Woo! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
2:43 am	Seriously doods (doods, of course as I should make clear once and for all, being gender neutral). Lots of you get home just as fast and just as drunk as I do on Mondays. Why aren't you on the internet to chat me up when I'm drunk and bored? (Comment on this)
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Saturday, August 8th, 2009
11:03 am	Baking woes I went nuts yesterday and made a glut of mini muffins and now I am totally at a loss for what to do with these muffins. I have carrot muffins, chocolate muffins, blueberry lemon muffins, raspberry sour cream muffins, banana muffins, and raisin muffins. Hopefully they will get eaten at a birthday party I am going to tonight OR I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO. Also, I made an angel food cake for my mom's birthday and I whipped up the eggs in a not very big bowl and the fluffly mixture threatened to take over the kitchen, glorping and schnorfing up everything it it's path. I probably saved the world from a giant meringue monster by moving part of it to a different bowl. Guys, you have no idea... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009
3:07 pm	I put the tiniest possible amount of cloves in my pudding, like at most three grains of clove (and by pudding I mean tapioca and coconut milk) and it still tastes like one big fat clove. Screw this. I'm going to the store. But first the ordeal of finding my pants. Guys, you have no idea. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 10th, 2009
11:47 pm	So, as the time to choose a Lexicon setting draws near, I realize that I don't really like this part of the game. I mean, I guess in a game for people who like writing then to write something is no big chore or waste of time, but it's sad that so many Proposed Settings get thrown out without any kind of thought. In the future I would probably buck tradition and try to come up with some way for all the players to also collaborate on the setting, with still keeping the ideas cohesive, and following a consistent tone. But ah well, this time it's still going to be randomly selected. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 9th, 2009
5:44 pm	Haha. Some dude on a bike just rode past my building, looked at it, and quietly sneered "...sleazebag apartments..." to himself. Screw you, sir! My building is beautiful! www.historicbrownstones.com if you don't believe me. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
10:58 pm	Damn you, Kenneth Hite, for stealing some of my ideas!!! By which I mean, it's that time again. Summer Lexicon time! I already sent out an email to people I was confident would be interested (that is to say, people who proactively told me ahead of time that they were interested) but more people can play too. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lexicon_(game) There is a pretty good bare bones explanation of what the game of Lexicon is all about. If it looks interesting, feel free to email me and I can tell you more about the game that I set up that is starting soon. By soon I mean it would probably be best if you got back to me by Monday. Oh yeah, I guess I can stick this here too, since looking at a game is probably the best way to actually understand it. The dead links kind of clutter it up, but here is a finished game. http://lexicon.sacredchao.net/archives/June_2007/ So you can kind of get an idea of what it means to create a proposed setting, or a character, or write the entries that are the actual meat of the game. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009
10:45 pm	I used the unreasonably hot weather to impulsively throw out a bunch of my winter clothes. On the bright side, all my clothes now fit in my dresser and closet. On the other bright side, I have several months for my lack-of-warm-clothes situation to sort itself out. Now, time for photos! ( Just a typical Saturday night... ) (Comment on this)
Friday, June 12th, 2009
11:08 pm	I am ready for LARP tomorrow, and relieved. Also, Stuart is relieving himself. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 27th, 2009
5:38 am	So much for sleeping ever again, amirite? ...shit.  I left something important in someone's car. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
1:47 pm	Hey all you assholes, I was up until 7 a.m. picking pennies out of my bed and off the bottoms of my feet and stuff.  Just so you know :P (3 Comments |Comment on this)
4:02 am	Vodka Gimlets Plus Friends Plus Baudolino It's time for some late night drunken book reviews!  Tonight: Baudolino by Umberto Eco, translated by William Weaver. I wonder if it's too easy to view books as though they were puzzles.  Especially especially "intellectual" books.  Is there a myth that a deep and thoughtful book requires rereading, and hours pondering to understand the theme?  Or that a truly brilliant book demands the same to simply piece together the chain of events inside it, and double that times more in order to "get" the "message"?  OVERUSE OF QUOTATION MARKS WILL STOP NOW.   When I read Baudolino I always thought of my husband Stuart, who is a super awesome liar.  I never questioned whether it was a fantasy novel versus a completely historically accurate account of a wacky liar, because I thought one of its strongest points was how that was a stupid question.  Not all unreliable narrators exist solely to confuse the reader, and a narrative (whether it's an anecdote told at a bar or a sextilogy about the distant future) should be entertaining.  And, if it's told purely for entertainment purposes, why does it matter if it's true or false?   So, back to my actual point.  This view made it easier to read Baudino.  I know Fuck-All about historical theories about the mystery of the poet Kyot, and Shit-All about the supposed origins of the Letter of Prester John.  And I won't pretend I do just to look smart.  But I'm not trying to catch all of Eco's clever little winks to the reader.  I'm not trying to solve a mystery based on vast true knowledge of historical events that happened in real time, and compare my guess to the real answer.  The point of the work is to show off an intriguing narrative, and explore a character who tells a lot of lies.  If Baudolino is treating the death of Beatrice I with the same veracity as the lifestyles of the Panotti, well fuck then I should too, amiright?  If all the events in the book can be interpreted as split up between True and False in infinite ways and still appreciated equally, why does it matter which is in which grouping? And I need to get better at writing endings to shit and going to bed, dammit.  Geez, it's almost 5 a.m.  If I don't go to sleep now I never will.   I will seriously miss Weaver's translations.  His were the only books that I didn't intuitively feel a shadow of a different language hanging over.  Maybe I will write more about that tomorrow. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 2nd, 2009
4:04 pm	Help! Do you guys want to help out a really cool dude?  My friend Zach is polling the awesome populace of livejournal for data to use in a tabletop RPG he is making.  I took it, but he is especially looking for the less hardcore gamer crowd, which I probably am not included in. I know a lot of you enjoy talking about RPGs in theory, reading sourcebooks, thinking about the kinds of games you'd like to run or play in but don't play games.   You guys should take this poll!  It was practically made for you! I also know a lot of you are not at all interested in role-playing, but really enjoy literary pursuits.  You should also take this poll! Thank you for your time.  Oh, right.  Here is the poll.  The game is called Dinner Party of the Living Dead.  How cool is that? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 31st, 2009
12:23 am	I fell into the ocean The identity crisis continues. I finally got my old laptop working.  My way way old one.  There are a lot of photos and music and other things on here that I'm not sure how to deal with.  Memories I haven't dealt with in years, that pretend never happened.  This city has too many people living in the past.  Do I do this because I find that kind of behavior repugnant?  Or is the real reason that niche is filled?  My subdued charisma can't hold up to commanding but satisfying voices extrapolating on booze fueled stories of mischief and drugs and girls and shenanigans.  Even if my photographs can.  (Restaurants shaped like turkeys, buckets of red paint in stairwells, games Desnos would have saluted involving plungers and cars,  a song called The Fossil Fuel Plan.  Pleading vocals following a swell of cello in the silence, drums rising while the guitar simultaneously falls as we play off each other's strengths and cover the weaknesses.  One more piss off, he sang.) Always and only they were gestures of love sent "for your eyes only" to everyone I ever was close to.  Because everything was always for love. But what does that mean when my stories involve a bar nicknamed the Stabbin' Cabin reasons for reasons only visible to me, when everyone else talks about Ground Zero.  Do you remember the Dinkytown riots?  No, but i know where I was, two states away.  Do you remember Jesse Ventura?  Do you remember Night 1?  When I have no faces to go with my names, no loose associations to go with the faces I can show.  Everyone knows his name.  Her face.  Their history.  And I think no one wants to hear stories about people they can't in some way insert themselves into.  To say "hoho, he acted suspicious like that because I burned him in the past."  Or "She's always been a bitch, here's my proof."  To know that they in some way influenced the actions of every random entertaining story, even those just told for cheap, quick laughs.  And no one here is involved in my more recentish good stories.  And the ones who are involved in any older ones I refuse to live in the past with. I have a file of journal entries I wrote right after I moved.  I'm afraid to read them.  All addressed to a person I'll never see again.  I'll never even talk about again, because they mean nothing to everyone except me.  What am I supposed to do?  Read them alone, and feel conflicted with no one to turn to?  Risk my pride, wriitng a letter to someone who has already proved they don't want to write back?  I don't know.   (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009
6:59 pm	Livejournal's greatest hits, or Where There is Sweetness There is Bees I was having an idenitity crisis tonight, so I solved it by skimming through my livejournal.  Reading any more of my past all at once would put in a very inexplicable state, but here are some selections from a couple month period that I found notable.  Some of them are things I said.  Some of them are things other people said that I felt the need to write down for posterity (Latin teachers say the most quotable things.  Someone should follow a few of them around for a year, writing down everything they say, and then make a book.  I would buy it.)  Other things are comments from my friends. Here are two things my high school latin teacher said.  If I could understand the wisdom in them, they would be words to live by.  That's beyond me, though. To put it another way, where there is sweetness there is bees. "What are the seven sins of rome?  I mean hills." So here is a good motto that actually makes sense. We won't have this much fun until at least...tomorrow. -Duncan Yeah.  I think I'm going to tell myself that every day, from now on.  I wish it were summer, there always seems to be more time for shenanigans in the summer. it's ok that you wanted to forget about me. But I will never forget about you...time doesn't stop in this town, it mostly travels backwards, you fucking piece of shit I deserved that one, but mostly that is no one's business but my own.  Je vais souvenir, Moonlight Sonata, and all that jazz.  I wrote this haiku awhile ago.  I think it was pretty good. you came to watch stars at the observatory I came to watch you But then Scott wrote this haiku, which is even better. please don't shout "toaster" Sharon's not just a machine cylons, too, can love Also, more Latin teacher quotes.  This time from Professor Nicholson at the U. "Your mother always was a whore!" "Not true! My mother is a virgin!" And lastly, the late and great Albert Camus. "Une maniere commode de faire la connaissance d'une ville est de chercher comment on y travaille, comment on y aime, et comment on y muert." Maybe more on that, later.  I feel lonely and homesick sometimes. (2 Comments |Comment on this)