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Cubist: Fixing the TF tag

2009-02-16T10:26:20Z

Fixing the TF tag

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	The Secrets of Jubatus, #275 in a series (collect them all!): I don't really have a disposition – it's more of a rocket-propelled roller-coaster ride. How can this be, you ask? I've got a ''seriously'' overbuilt endocrine system, that's how, with glands that could satisfy all the hormonal needs of any three ZIP Codes in the continental United States. It's just the ticket for any critter whose lifestyle is built around the need to at any moment go from zero to 50 MPH in two seconds. I don't recommend it, myself. The downside is that my bloodstream gets flooded with insane quantities of hormones and enzymes and God knows what at the drop of a hat, ergo my emotions tend to hit ''hard'' and ''fast'' and ''very'' intense.		The Secrets of Jubatus, #275 in a series (collect them all!): I don't really have a disposition – it's more of a rocket-propelled roller-coaster ride. How can this be, you ask? I've got a ''seriously'' overbuilt endocrine system, that's how, with glands that could satisfy all the hormonal needs of any three ZIP Codes in the continental United States. It's just the ticket for any critter whose lifestyle is built around the need to at any moment go from zero to 50 MPH in two seconds. I don't recommend it, myself. The downside is that my bloodstream gets flooded with insane quantities of hormones and enzymes and God knows what at the drop of a hat, ergo my emotions tend to hit ''hard'' and ''fast'' and ''very'' intense.

Cubist at 02:45, 16 February 2009

2009-02-16T02:45:28Z

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	The Secrets of Jubatus, #275 in a series (collect them all!): I don't really have a disposition – it's more of a rocket-propelled roller-coaster ride. How can this be, you ask? I've got a ''seriously'' overbuilt endocrine system, that's how, with glands that could satisfy all the hormonal needs of any three ZIP Codes in the continental United States. It's just the ticket for any critter whose lifestyle is built around the need to at any moment go from zero to 50 MPH in two seconds. I don't recommend it, myself. The downside is that my bloodstream gets flooded with insane quantities of hormones and enzymes and God knows what at the drop of a hat, ergo my emotions tend to hit ''hard'' and ''fast'' and ''very'' intense.		The Secrets of Jubatus, #275 in a series (collect them all!): I don't really have a disposition – it's more of a rocket-propelled roller-coaster ride. How can this be, you ask? I've got a ''seriously'' overbuilt endocrine system, that's how, with glands that could satisfy all the hormonal needs of any three ZIP Codes in the continental United States. It's just the ticket for any critter whose lifestyle is built around the need to at any moment go from zero to 50 MPH in two seconds. I don't recommend it, myself. The downside is that my bloodstream gets flooded with insane quantities of hormones and enzymes and God knows what at the drop of a hat, ergo my emotions tend to hit ''hard'' and ''fast'' and ''very'' intense.

ShadowWolf: add {{universe}}

2009-02-14T20:00:14Z

add {{universe}}

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	The Secrets of Jubatus, #275 in a series (collect them all!): I don't really have a disposition – it's more of a rocket-propelled roller-coaster ride. How can this be, you ask? I've got a ''seriously'' overbuilt endocrine system, that's how, with glands that could satisfy all the hormonal needs of any three ZIP Codes in the continental United States. It's just the ticket for any critter whose lifestyle is built around the need to at any moment go from zero to 50 MPH in two seconds. I don't recommend it, myself. The downside is that my bloodstream gets flooded with insane quantities of hormones and enzymes and God knows what at the drop of a hat, ergo my emotions tend to hit ''hard'' and ''fast'' and ''very'' intense.		The Secrets of Jubatus, #275 in a series (collect them all!): I don't really have a disposition – it's more of a rocket-propelled roller-coaster ride. How can this be, you ask? I've got a ''seriously'' overbuilt endocrine system, that's how, with glands that could satisfy all the hormonal needs of any three ZIP Codes in the continental United States. It's just the ticket for any critter whose lifestyle is built around the need to at any moment go from zero to 50 MPH in two seconds. I don't recommend it, myself. The downside is that my bloodstream gets flooded with insane quantities of hormones and enzymes and God knows what at the drop of a hat, ergo my emotions tend to hit ''hard'' and ''fast'' and ''very'' intense.

Cubist: Final (?) formatting tweakage

2007-08-16T05:46:02Z

Final (?) formatting tweakage

Cubist: More formatting tweaks

2007-08-16T05:42:11Z

More formatting tweaks

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	I lower myself back down onto the mattress. Gravity is more insistent than I'm used to, I must continually expend more of that metered power lest I collapse in an untidy heap. It feels ''so'' good to just lie in bed and let the pain diminish to a weak background sensation.		I lower myself back down onto the mattress. Gravity is more insistent than I'm used to, I must continually expend more of that metered power lest I collapse in an untidy heap. It feels ''so'' good to just lie in bed and let the pain diminish to a weak background sensation.

	"That's me all over, Wanderer. Derksen tells me my body is pure cheetah, except for a 5% intrusion of human traits. So the body isn't human, but that's just the physical instrument, isn't it? You're only as human as you think, right?"		"That's me all over, Wanderer. Derksen tells me my body is pure cheetah, except for a 5% intrusion of human traits. So the body isn't human, but that's just the physical instrument, isn't it? You're only as human as you think, right?"

	I've gone this far, may as well give him the whole package. No matter how nervous it makes me. I swallow. "Okay, fine. But. My mind ''isn't'' human. Not completely. Got a choice collection of brand-new personality quirks when I SCABbed over. And. Some of 'em scare the living shit out of me." ''If you're gonna go for the whole package, Jube old son, '''go''' for the whole package.'' I scan Wanderer with my eyes; this time, breaking a solemn promise I made to myself years ago, I let the beast in my hindbrain get a look in. "25 MPH tops. Time to intercept, no more than 15 seconds. Maximum chance of escape, 5%. Healthy; lots of good meat on the bones. Keep me going 2 days easy, less if a scavenger finds you before I'm done with you."		I've gone this far, may as well give him the whole package. No matter how nervous it makes me. I swallow. "Okay, fine. But. My mind ''isn't'' human. Not completely. Got a choice collection of brand-new personality quirks when I SCABbed over. And. Some of 'em scare the living shit out of me." ''If you're gonna go for the whole package, Jube old son, '''go''' for the whole package.'' I scan Wanderer with my eyes; this time, breaking a solemn promise I made to myself years ago, I let the beast in my hindbrain get a look in. "25 MPH tops. Time to intercept, no more than 15 seconds. Maximum chance of escape, 5%. Healthy; lots of good meat on the bones. Keep me going 2 days easy, less if a scavenger finds you before I'm done with you."
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	I bring it up on my laptop's screen. Oh yes, I remember it well… The lyrics are English, just not ''contemporary'' English. Not good. Rather than force the group to wrestle with the likes of "with sangis sweit unto thy gloir", I spend a few minutes sandblasting the language down to modern specifications:		I bring it up on my laptop's screen. Oh yes, I remember it well… The lyrics are English, just not ''contemporary'' English. Not good. Rather than force the group to wrestle with the likes of "with sangis sweit unto thy gloir", I spend a few minutes sandblasting the language down to modern specifications:

	''O my dear heart, young Jesus kind,		''O my dear heart, young Jesus kind,<br>
			Prepare thy cradle in my mind,<br>
	Prepare thy cradle in my mind,		And I shall rock thee in my heart<br>
			And never more from thee depart.<br>
	And I shall rock thee in my heart		But I shall praise eternally<br>
			With song sung sweet to glory thee;<br>
	And never more from thee depart.		The knees of my heart shall I bow,<br>
			And, artful, sing Balulalow!''
	But I shall praise eternally

	With song sung sweet to glory thee;

	The knees of my heart shall I bow,

	And, artful, sing Balulalow!

	''Could be better, I suppose… Hell, nobody ''really'' listens to the words of these things anyway. Close enough for government work; it'll serve.		''Could be better, I suppose… Hell, nobody ''really'' listens to the words of these things anyway. Close enough for government work; it'll serve.

Cubist: Minor formatting tweaks

2007-08-16T05:30:18Z

Minor formatting tweaks

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	Wanderer shakes his head. "No. If ''you'' are willing to speak further on 't, however, I should be curious to follow your reasoning. Surely you don't believe that lack of singing ability ought automatically brand one as subhuman?"		Wanderer shakes his head. "No. If ''you'' are willing to speak further on 't, however, I should be curious to follow your reasoning. Surely you don't believe that lack of singing ability ought automatically brand one as subhuman?"

	I stare up at the ceiling. ''If I'm willing to speak on it, he says. '''Suurrre''' I'm willing to talk about it. Golly gee whiz, who '''wouldn't''' jump at the chance to put their vulnerable points on public display? '''Oh''' yeah, sure thing, you betcha.		I stare up at the ceiling. ''If I'm willing to speak on it, he says. '''Suurrre''' I'm willing to talk about it. Golly gee whiz, who '''wouldn't''' jump at the chance to put their vulnerable points on public display? '''Oh''' yeah, sure thing, you betcha.''

	But… this is Wanderer. He doesn't behave like a '''real''' human being. Maybe…''		''But… this is Wanderer. He doesn't behave like a '''real''' human being. Maybe…''

	"Alright. You want it, you got it. On one condition: ''You don't talk.'' Whatever you see or hear, ''none of it'' leaves the room. You ''ever ''repeat ''any'' of this, and I swear by Tyr and Themis, your next role is Cream of Wolf on Toast. Capische?"		"Alright. You want it, you got it. On one condition: ''You don't talk.'' Whatever you see or hear, ''none of it'' leaves the room. You ''ever ''repeat ''any'' of this, and I swear by Tyr and Themis, your next role is Cream of Wolf on Toast. Capische?"

Cubist at 05:28, 16 August 2007

2007-08-16T05:28:54Z

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	Anger flares within me. ''"'''Yes''' yousonofafuckingbitch I '''am''' afraid –"'' I snap at him, then I realize what I've just said, what I've admitted. My anger fades.		Anger flares within me. ''"'''Yes''' yousonofafuckingbitch I '''am''' afraid –"'' I snap at him, then I realize what I've just said, what I've admitted. My anger fades.

	''Oh, shit…		''Oh, shit…''

	''That's what I get for having the fastest mouth in the Western Hemisphere. I wait for the other shoe to drop. I just ''know'' it's going to be a very heavy steel-toed boot, with plenty of sharpened cleats protruding from its hobnailed sole, that falls with great force onto something highly sensitive.		That's what I get for having the fastest mouth in the Western Hemisphere. I wait for the other shoe to drop. I just ''know'' it's going to be a very heavy steel-toed boot, with plenty of sharpened cleats protruding from its hobnailed sole, that falls with great force onto something highly sensitive.

	The silence lasts many seconds. I'm the one who finally breaks it: "I don't suppose you'd be willing to forget what you just heard?"		The silence lasts many seconds. I'm the one who finally breaks it: "I don't suppose you'd be willing to forget what you just heard?"

ShadowWolf: one last minor fix o.O

2007-08-15T23:02:47Z

one last minor fix o.O

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ShadowWolf: one last minor fix

2007-08-15T23:00:27Z

one last minor fix

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	And here I'll bet ''you'' thought my severe mood swings were merely a sign of mental instability, am I right? No such luck. Oh, instability is ''part'' of it, true, but not a particularly ''large'' part. Under 30% for sure, might be less than 10%.		And here I'll bet ''you'' thought my severe mood swings were merely a sign of mental instability, am I right? No such luck. Oh, instability is ''part'' of it, true, but not a particularly ''large'' part. Under 30% for sure, might be less than 10%.

	It's not unlike living in a minefield -- hit just one "danger zone" by mistake, and whammo! your mental equilibrium gets whipsawed all to hell. All of which said, I ''have'' been like this for a couple years, and by now I've pretty much got a handle on it. For the most part.		It's not unlike living in a minefield – hit just one "danger zone" by mistake, and whammo! your mental equilibrium gets whipsawed all to hell. All of which said, I ''have'' been like this for a couple years, and by now I've pretty much got a handle on it. For the most part.

	The exceptions can be pretty memorable. Let me tell you about one of them.		The exceptions can be pretty memorable. Let me tell you about one of them.

ShadowWolf: minor fixups

2007-08-15T23:00:02Z

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	''O my dear heart, young Jesus kind,<br>		''O my dear heart, young Jesus kind,<br>
	Prepare thy cradle in my mind,<br>		''Prepare thy cradle in my mind,<br>
	And I shall rock thee in my heart<br>		''And I shall rock thee in my heart<br>
	And never more from thee depart.<br>		''And never more from thee depart.<br>
	But I shall praise eternally<br>		''But I shall praise eternally<br>
	With song sung sweet to glory thee;<br>		''With song sung sweet to glory thee;<br>
	The knees of my heart shall I bow,<br>		''The knees of my heart shall I bow,<br>
	And, artful, sing Balulalow!''		''And, artful, sing Balulalow!

	''Could be better, I suppose… Hell, nobody ''really'' listens to the words of these things anyway. Close enough for government work; it'll serve.		Could be better, I suppose… Hell, nobody ''really'' listens to the words of these things anyway. Close enough for government work; it'll serve.

	That problem solved, I move on to the question of assigning parts. It's SATB (soprano-alto-tenor-bass) with a soprano solo on the side, and the glee club does have enough warm bodies to pull it off even without me. Too bad they've only got 1 (one) soprano to work with. Okay… I give the soprano accompaniment to the tenor, Ringwolf, and bump Wanderer up from his usual baritone to the tenor line.		That problem solved, I move on to the question of assigning parts. It's SATB (soprano-alto-tenor-bass) with a soprano solo on the side, and the glee club does have enough warm bodies to pull it off even without me. Too bad they've only got 1 (one) soprano to work with. Okay… I give the soprano accompaniment to the tenor, Ringwolf, and bump Wanderer up from his usual baritone to the tenor line.
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	The second baritone is actually a ''first'' baritone, oddly enough – it's Wanderer. "Thanks indeed!" he says when he gets his copy. He freezes almost immediately when he sees what he's got, looks at me as though I suddenly turned into Richard M. Nixon, then shakes his head and blinks and focuses on the music. The rest of the crew started in scanning their own specific parts as soon as their music was in hand; Wanderer's looking over the whole thing. I can practically hear him working out the harmonic relationships in his mind, the dynamics, the overall tonal quality of the piece. And yes, he does mess with my part assignments. Heh. Amused, I think to myself, ''"Never be a choir leader" my ass, you melodramatic scenery-chewer!''		The second baritone is actually a ''first'' baritone, oddly enough – it's Wanderer. "Thanks indeed!" he says when he gets his copy. He freezes almost immediately when he sees what he's got, looks at me as though I suddenly turned into Richard M. Nixon, then shakes his head and blinks and focuses on the music. The rest of the crew started in scanning their own specific parts as soon as their music was in hand; Wanderer's looking over the whole thing. I can practically hear him working out the harmonic relationships in his mind, the dynamics, the overall tonal quality of the piece. And yes, he does mess with my part assignments. Heh. Amused, I think to myself, ''"Never be a choir leader" my ass, you melodramatic scenery-chewer!''

	He focuses on something at the bottom of the first page. "''The basses are instructed to stagger their breathing, so as not to interrupt the smooth flow of sound,'" he says, quoting the performance note that caught his attention. His eyes hold a question that I ignore.		He focuses on something at the bottom of the first page. "'The basses are instructed to stagger their breathing, so as not to interrupt the smooth flow of sound'," he says, quoting the performance note that caught his attention. His eyes hold a question that I ignore.

	"That's right," I say. "Composer's orders."		"That's right," I say. "Composer's orders."