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QUOTEY
"There's a fine art to growling. Most men will never get a real growl off in their entire pathetic lives... a real growl starts deep in the chest and rumbles up. If you growl when you've got someone pressed against you, they should be able to feel it. Feeling the way it rumbles is part of a growl -- but if you're really good at it you can get 'em from across the room, just by hearing it." -- Diebin, Every Noisy Inch

l Saturday, June 29, 2002

I don't know what they were on last night at 'The Glass House', but I want some! The guests were classics, with Adam Richards and Wendy Harmer. Wil opened on the mayor that wants to shoot the refugees (see my post from Thursday 20th June) -- I ::heart:: Wil Anderson.

But I think they were trying to break as many boundries as possible, because... oh, my God.

Dave Hughs: "We know all female cricketers are lesbians."

Wil to Wendy: "yeah, because you really need to trick guys into touching your breasts."

Wil: "Corrine, you've come crying a couple of times."
Corrie: "Rest assured you will never see me cry."
Wil: "Again."

The entire night was spent in the glutter, and it was so much fun!!
:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 9:52 AM [x] ::

l Saturday, June 29, 2002
I don't know what they were on last night at 'The Glass House', but I want some! The guests were classics, with Adam Richards and Wendy Harmer. Wil opened on the mayor that wants to shoot the refugees (see my post from Thursday 20th June) -- I ::heart:: Wil Anderson. But I think they were trying to break as many boundries as possible, because... oh, my God. Dave Hughs: "We know all female cricketers are lesbians." Wil to Wendy: "yeah, because you really need to trick guys into touching your breasts." Wil: "Corrine, you've come crying a couple of times." Corrie: "Rest assured you will never see me cry." Wil: "Again." The entire night was spent in the glutter, and it was so much fun!! :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 9:52 AM [x] ::

l Friday, June 28, 2002
I think I have a problem with transference. I was in the shower this morning, operating on caffeine, sugar and three hours' sleep (the internet is a curse I tell you, a curse!), when I found myself thinking about 'Jane Eyre', which I'm rereading at the moment. My problem is that I can't help but see Jane as a petite blonde, and Rochester as a tall, dark, brooding man with a craving for blood and a whole load of guilt. So I stood in the shower this morning, washing my hair, and ranting at Jane. Don't trust him, Jane! I sayeth. Don't worry about the Darla in the attic, it's Mrs. Fairfax you need to look out for! Before you know it, she'll be dying her hair blonde, floating and talking about Moira and Kye-Rumption. I think I may need help. And for the record: my computer, modem and connection SUCK. Kick your computer for me. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 4:17 PM [x] ::

l Friday, June 28, 2002

I think I have a problem with transference.

I was in the shower this morning, operating on caffeine, sugar and three hours' sleep (the internet is a curse I tell you, a curse!), when I found myself thinking about 'Jane Eyre', which I'm rereading at the moment.

My problem is that I can't help but see Jane as a petite blonde, and Rochester as a tall, dark, brooding man with a craving for blood and a whole load of guilt.

So I stood in the shower this morning, washing my hair, and ranting at Jane. Don't trust him, Jane! I sayeth. Don't worry about the Darla in the attic, it's Mrs. Fairfax you need to look out for! Before you know it, she'll be dying her hair blonde, floating and talking about Moira and Kye-Rumption.

I think I may need help.

And for the record: my computer, modem and connection SUCK. Kick your computer for me.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 4:17 PM [x] ::

l Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Bad experience tonight. I was flicking through the TV stations at 10.50pm, avoiding coming online to do this -- I'm suffering from a lack of sleep that comes when spening too much time online of an evening -- and I come to one station. Channel 7, to be exact. And I'm sure that any Australians out there who know I don't watch certain programs any more will know where this is headed, but remember that it's been quite some time since I paid any attention to television after 10.30 of an evening. Anyway, I see these homeless looking guys on the screen, and I'm thinking "what is this program", it looked like an obvious American program but I figured it for some CSI-like production. I went to flick stations, but I heard Coolio's Gangster's Paradise playing in the background, like the song, haven't heard it in ages... I'll listen to it while waiting for some identification. "Seven Years Ago" flashes accross the bottom of the screen, with some dude who looked familiar... niggling sensation... oh, shit, I say, it's Gunn. I swear, haven't gone for the remote that fast since I nearly saw Darla's belly in Hertthrob. Why did I go quite so fast? Well, apart from the spoonless concept and my refusal to watch anything to do with that show after Heartthrob, the episode in question was entitled, 'Double or Nothing'. Need I say more? This isn't my week. First the A/Cer fic, and now nearly exposing myself to the supidity of betting [snort] your [snigger] s-[gasp]s-[can't go on] soul for a TRUCK?!?!?!?!?!?! I can't believe I nearly exposed myself to it. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:05 PM [x] ::

l Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Bad experience tonight. I was flicking through the TV stations at 10.50pm, avoiding coming online to do this -- I'm suffering from a lack of sleep that comes when spening too much time online of an evening -- and I come to one station. Channel 7, to be exact. And I'm sure that any Australians out there who know I don't watch certain programs any more will know where this is headed, but remember that it's been quite some time since I paid any attention to television after 10.30 of an evening.

Anyway, I see these homeless looking guys on the screen, and I'm thinking "what is this program", it looked like an obvious American program but I figured it for some CSI-like production. I went to flick stations, but I heard Coolio's Gangster's Paradise playing in the background, like the song, haven't heard it in ages... I'll listen to it while waiting for some identification.

"Seven Years Ago" flashes accross the bottom of the screen, with some dude who looked familiar... niggling sensation... oh, shit, I say, it's Gunn.

I swear, haven't gone for the remote that fast since I nearly saw Darla's belly in Hertthrob.

Why did I go quite so fast? Well, apart from the spoonless concept and my refusal to watch anything to do with that show after Heartthrob, the episode in question was entitled, 'Double or Nothing'. Need I say more?

This isn't my week. First the A/Cer fic, and now nearly exposing myself to the supidity of betting [snort] your [snigger] s-[gasp]s-[can't go on] soul for a TRUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!

I can't believe I nearly exposed myself to it.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:05 PM [x] ::

l Tuesday, June 25, 2002
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Sometimes being female sucks. Big time. Like when you're woken at five am, feeling like a steamroller's flattening your twisted lower half of your body. When the pain-relief takes two and a half hours to kick in, and you're still left feeling nauseous. Like when you're running so late after you spend the time it takes for the stupid pain-relief to kick in (no ranting in the shower this morning) curled in a ball trying to ignore the pain, you have to drink instant coffee with your hurried breakfast. Instant coffee is EVIL. It's at times like these a hysterectomy looks good. And to cap it all off, the reception on JJJ was worse than ever this morning. Monday-schmunday. Tuesdays suck. Apparently Lilo & Stitch isn't being released over here until September, which pisses me off no end. But wheeeeee!! It's only a week until Clex hits the screens. And I found two old episodes of Lois & Clark on video for $4.95 each at a sale today. Heh. Putting together my veggie spaghetti sauce (yes, I'm a vegetarian. Shut up, J g) and the cat comes into the kitchen. When Dad's cutting meat up, he often gets a titbit – some of the fatty part of the chicken, or a smidgen of mince etc. Unfortunately, he hasn't gripped that I'm about as likely to be cutting up meat, as he is to start barking. It's amusing to see him prowl and complain no end, and then to turn his nose up at the broccoli and start meowing all over again. I love my cat. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:57 PM [x] ::

Sometimes being female sucks. Big time.

Like when you're woken at five am, feeling like a steamroller's flattening your twisted lower half of your body. When the pain-relief takes two and a half hours to kick in, and you're still left feeling nauseous. Like when you're running so late after you spend the time it takes for the stupid pain-relief to kick in (no ranting in the shower this morning) curled in a ball trying to ignore the pain, you have to drink instant coffee with your hurried breakfast. Instant coffee is EVIL.

It's at times like these a hysterectomy looks good.

And to cap it all off, the reception on JJJ was worse than ever this morning. Monday-schmunday. Tuesdays suck.

Apparently Lilo & Stitch isn't being released over here until September, which pisses me off no end. But wheeeeee!! It's only a week until Clex hits the screens. And I found two old episodes of Lois & Clark on video for $4.95 each at a sale today.

Heh. Putting together my veggie spaghetti sauce (yes, I'm a vegetarian. Shut up, J *g*) and the cat comes into the kitchen. When Dad's cutting meat up, he often gets a titbit – some of the fatty part of the chicken, or a smidgen of mince etc. Unfortunately, he hasn't gripped that I'm about as likely to be cutting up meat, as he is to start barking. It's amusing to see him prowl and complain no end, and then to turn his nose up at the broccoli and start meowing all over again.

I love my cat.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:57 PM [x] ::

l Monday, June 24, 2002
Hee! I've been waiting for this lot of Rove's "What The?" section to updated at his site, because I absolutely adored this weeks. The monkey. The tail. Where it's sewn on. It's just... what the? :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:04 PM [x] ::

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Just got this picture (Sharon will recognise it g) and had to post a link for it this time, because it's seriously wrong and yet I have this strange compulsion to share... Go here for the scariest image you ever see. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 1:15 AM [x] ::

l Sunday, June 23, 2002
I need to use this to rant about certain experiences I went through yesterday. So if I'm repeating myself, I'm sorry. But I need to rant more than I did at the Babble Board, because I went back. Yes, I went back to the scene of the crime. For anyone reading this who is unaware, yesterday I had a rather nasty experience with a piece of fanfiction. I was "surfing", I guess... linking between Wes fics and more Wes fics. Wes... mmmmmmmm... nummy... Ahem. Anyway, the site I was at was pretty much a non-shipper zone. It was Wes/Gunn, Wes/Fred, Wes/Lilah... you name it, they shipped it. Very few conventional ships, though. Anyway, they didn't mark the fics with the coupling (to my annoyance even before my bad experience) and I was pretty much opening the documents at random. The fic in question I didn't really glance much at the summary (all of which were cryptic enough to be anything) except to see the words "there's no spoon", I though "cool, my spoon's made it here" and started to read... about how much Xangel and Croddy are in denial about their feelings. I actually had to search for this again, because I was on the other computer when I happened upon my trauma. The summary actually read: There's no spoon, even when it's staring you in the face. Okay, we all comment about how the spoon's being shoved down our throat, but we still see no spoon, right? At least, I do, so I can excuse the summary going past me in terms of the content. But in hindsight... I gotta wonder if it was actually a dig at us. I know, I know, I borrowed the term from 'The Matrix', but I think that it's become fairly well known by now, given how often it's used. Anyone who lurks at the Babble Board -- and we know that other ships do lurk there -- would have to be familiar with it, given that it's in a couple of sigs [waves to Jennem] and I'm not the only one with the little spoon guy either next to my screen name or in their sig. And yeah, if it's a dig I'm taking it personally because I have some small interest vested in keeping my spoon theory pure. I'll share my Wes, I'll even share my Giles if I have to, but dammit, I won't share the spoon with the ships it was designed to help me ignore!!!! Of course, it all gave me the excuse to indulge in B/A smuttiness until 4am, so... (Starkitty, if you read this, your site is way too addictive). :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:39 PM [x] ::

l Sunday, June 23, 2002

I need to use this to rant about certain experiences I went through yesterday. So if I'm repeating myself, I'm sorry. But I need to rant more than I did at the Babble Board, because I went back. Yes, I went back to the scene of the crime.

For anyone reading this who is unaware, yesterday I had a rather nasty experience with a piece of fanfiction. I was "surfing", I guess... linking between Wes fics and more Wes fics. Wes... mmmmmmmm... nummy...

Ahem. Anyway, the site I was at was pretty much a non-shipper zone. It was Wes/Gunn, Wes/Fred, Wes/Lilah... you name it, they shipped it. Very few conventional ships, though. Anyway, they didn't mark the fics with the coupling (to my annoyance even before my bad experience) and I was pretty much opening the documents at random. The fic in question I didn't really glance much at the summary (all of which were cryptic enough to be anything) except to see the words "there's no spoon", I though "cool, my spoon's made it here" and started to read... about how much Xangel and Croddy are in denial about their feelings.

I actually had to search for this again, because I was on the other computer when I happened upon my trauma. The summary actually read:

There's no spoon, even when it's staring you in the face.

Okay, we all comment about how the spoon's being shoved down our throat, but we still see no spoon, right? At least, I do, so I can excuse the summary going past me in terms of the content.

But in hindsight... I gotta wonder if it was actually a dig at us. I know, I know, I borrowed the term from 'The Matrix', but I think that it's become fairly well known by now, given how often it's used. Anyone who lurks at the Babble Board -- and we know that other ships do lurk there -- would have to be familiar with it, given that it's in a couple of sigs [waves to Jennem] and I'm not the only one with the little spoon guy either next to my screen name or in their sig.

And yeah, if it's a dig I'm taking it personally because I have some small interest vested in keeping my spoon theory pure. I'll share my Wes, I'll even share my Giles if I have to, but dammit, I won't share the spoon with the ships it was designed to help me ignore!!!!

Of course, it all gave me the excuse to indulge in B/A smuttiness until 4am, so... (Starkitty, if you read this, your site is *way* too addictive).

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:39 PM [x] ::

l Saturday, June 22, 2002
I ::heart:: Boondocks :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 2:55 PM [x] ::

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Heard this quote this morning and had to laugh... "If they want to give out the Nobel Peace Prize, they should give it to whoever invented the World Cup." Yuh-huh. How many riots...? :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 9:23 AM [x] ::

l Friday, June 21, 2002
Okay, you guys out there, those invisible readers g don't mind me posting pics, right? Because this one appealed to me so much. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:55 PM [x] ::

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Wheee!! Friday night. Wheeee!! Wil Anderson. The Glass House. Wheeee!! Laughed til I cried. I love that program. I wanna marry Wil Anderson! He's a Buffy fan, so it's acceptable g "Emergency contraceptives. You gotta love a contraceptive that sounds like a car accident. 'I was just going along, minding my own business when he just ran up the back of me.' " :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:50 PM [x] ::

Wheee!! Friday night. Wheeee!! Wil Anderson. The Glass House. Wheeee!!

Laughed til I cried. I love that program. I wanna marry Wil Anderson! He's a Buffy fan, so it's acceptable *g*

"Emergency contraceptives. You gotta love a contraceptive that sounds like a car accident. 'I was just going along, minding my own business when he just ran up the back of me.' "

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:50 PM [x] ::

l Thursday, June 20, 2002
I don't normally watch A Current Affair. But we saw the start of it tonight; apparently the mayor of Port Lincoln -- get this -- wants to SHOOT asylum seekers if they "misbehave" in detention centres. Now, I'm anti-Aussie policy on Asylum Seekers in any case; I find it barbaric, and a gazillion and one other thing that we won't go into. But this...!! Oh, my God. I think that's an understatement. Does this guy have a brain?! SO Mike Munro asks him, "So what you're suggesting is a kangaroo court followed by an execution?" The idiot (old bald guy) replies, "Thos are inflamertary terms, Mike." Okay. Like suggesting to SHOOT ASYLUM SEEKERS when we don't even have capital punishment AT ALL in the country isn't infalmmatery?!?! And the award for the person with the lowest intelligence levels on the face of the planet goes to... Saw a Revlon Skinlights commercial. The model said, "when I was a kid, I thought I had superpowers. I still do. Check this out; I can glow." I said, "blurgh" and changed the channel. You know, I hate it when they give us a drawn-out character death. I'm a sap; I'll cry at anything. Watcher ER tonight. Orion In The Sky. Cried my way through the damn thing. I'm actually relieved Mark's not going to be on it next week, and I think the week after's going to be Third Watch instead (Third Watch doesn't normally screen during ratings period, only over summer) -- it'll give me a bit of time to stock up on tissues and asprin again. But the stupid TV flickered through Mark's Orion conversation with Katie. Stupid TV, I wanted to see the program and not snow!! But then, when he passed the ball to Carter, and when he was saying goodbye to everyone... no fair. And I think I want to kill whoever composed the music for the episode. Seriously unamused. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:20 PM [x] ::

l Thursday, June 20, 2002

I don't normally watch A Current Affair. But we saw the start of it tonight; apparently the mayor of Port Lincoln -- get this -- wants to SHOOT asylum seekers if they "misbehave" in detention centres.

Now, I'm anti-Aussie policy on Asylum Seekers in any case; I find it barbaric, and a gazillion and one other thing that we won't go into. But this...!! Oh, my God. I think that's an understatement. Does this guy have a brain?!

SO Mike Munro asks him, "So what you're suggesting is a kangaroo court followed by an execution?"

The idiot (old bald guy) replies, "Thos are inflamertary terms, Mike."

Okay. Like suggesting to SHOOT ASYLUM SEEKERS when we don't even have capital punishment AT ALL in the country isn't infalmmatery?!?!

And the award for the person with the lowest intelligence levels on the face of the planet goes to...

Saw a Revlon Skinlights commercial. The model said, "when I was a kid, I thought I had superpowers. I still do. Check this out; I can glow."

I said, "blurgh" and changed the channel.

You know, I *hate* it when they give us a drawn-out character death. I'm a sap; I'll cry at *anything*.

Watcher ER tonight. Orion In The Sky. Cried my way through the damn thing. I'm actually relieved Mark's not going to be on it next week, and I think the week after's going to be Third Watch instead (Third Watch doesn't normally screen during ratings period, only over summer) -- it'll give me a bit of time to stock up on tissues and asprin again.

But the stupid TV flickered through Mark's Orion conversation with Katie. Stupid TV, I wanted to see the program and not snow!! But then, when he passed the ball to Carter, and when he was saying goodbye to everyone... no fair.

And I think I want to kill whoever composed the music for the episode. Seriously unamused.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:20 PM [x] ::

l Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Have I mentioned lately that my showers are very scary things? Standing in there this morning, and the following just popped into my head when thinking about why I'm still in fandom: "Look, I ain't in this for your revolution, and I'm not in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well laid. I'm in it for the Wesley." "You needn't worry about your reward. If Wesley is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive." My shower time scares me. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:29 PM [x] ::

l Wednesday, June 19, 2002

Have I mentioned lately that my showers are very scary things? Standing in there this morning, and the following just popped into my head when thinking about why I'm still in fandom:

"Look, I ain't in this for your revolution, and I'm not in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well laid. I'm in it for the Wesley."
"You needn't worry about your reward. If Wesley is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive."

My shower time scares me.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:29 PM [x] ::

l Tuesday, June 18, 2002
One last update for the day :) New website addiction! The Rove Live website. I don't care if you're not Australian, it's worth it just to look at the What The...? section, and the closing credits. Because they've got the jokes they put in the credits online! Wheeeee!!! For example, YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "A problem, Houston, we have." YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "In your jocks suffer." YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "Talking to me are you?" YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "Again Sam, it play." YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "Back, I'll be." YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "Had me you did at hello." YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "If fifty the bus goes below, blow up it will." YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES "My car, dude, is where?" I'm sorry, they're lame, but they're funny. Oooohh, and finally signed up for AIM. You can find me as funkypurplesmurf (because I'm always funkypurplesmurf!). :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:14 PM [x] ::

l Tuesday, June 18, 2002

One last update for the day :)

New website addiction! The Rove Live website. I don't care if you're not Australian, it's worth it just to look at the What The...? section, and the closing credits. Because they've got the jokes they put in the credits online! Wheeeee!!!

For example,

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"A problem, Houston, we have."

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"In your jocks suffer."

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"Talking to me are you?"

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"Again Sam, it play."

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"Back, I'll be."

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"Had me you did at hello."

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"If fifty the bus goes below, blow up it will."

YODA QUOTES MORE MOVIES
"My car, dude, is where?"

I'm sorry, they're lame, but they're funny.

Oooohh, and finally signed up for AIM. You can find me as funkypurplesmurf (because I'm *always* funkypurplesmurf!).

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:14 PM [x] ::

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I thought I'd share a nummy pic, because I need cheering up. Despite the wonders of international packages. Because I saw today's MASH. Sometimes You Hear The Bullet.* Oh, my God. That's all I can say. I can't remember ever seeing this episode before. Oh, my God. This is television at it's best. Oh, my God. Joss who? "All I know is what they taught me at command school. There are certain rules about a war, and rule number one is young men die. And rule number two is, doctors can't change rule number one." Today's poem fits the mood. It was written for RAWA by an American supporter called Sue Silvermarie, and is based on the stories of several Afghan women. I Stand by Your Ear Unseen By Sue Silvermarie I stand by your ear unseen. Before the flogging they buried me to my waist in mud One hundred times and one, they beat me with a cane Because I was wearing a burqa the mullah was spared the sight of my blood When my family took me home I was unconscious They were forbidden to seek treatment When I died the next morning no one was surprised. It was three days after my 18th birthday. I stand by your ear unseen. When I was 14 I wanted to be a teacher. I remember laughing with my friends on the way home from school I remember writing poems about the future daydreaming at the window into velvet sky Impossible, then, to believe what would come after the Taliban took our town. I stand by your ear unseen. When I was 15 they came. The wide world choked shut Collapsed to a point of fear, hunger. Constant My sisters and I ate what brothers left. Little. They could leave the house for classes, for work My mother's office job was taken away When my uncle would accompany her she took her turn wearing a neighborhood burqa so she could look for food. She sold our books I stand by your ear unseen. Three years. My youngest sister sickened My father carried her to the hospital but they told him to throw her away. She died at the door That's when my anger endangered all of us In her name I started a secret school. To read to write, five little girls and I risked our lives I would do it again. It was a way for ghosts to have hands and voices for awhile. I stand by your ear unseen. When another decree was issued, that houses with women have all windows painted black, we had no funds My father was gone, forced into the militia My mother had nothing left to sell They marched in to bully us found the hidden school slates behind my bed Hauled to the mullah, I told nothing He shut the door and raped me. I stand by your ears unseen Famine and depression make periods scant I didn't know about the baby at first My aunt had the right herb in a hidden pot on her roof She stayed while my baby bled out A new decree, forbidden to make sound when we walk, caught her when she left. She didn't have shoes that were silent They beat her on the street until her accompanying son in his panic tried to shield her by sacrificing me. The mullah learned everything. I stand by your ear unseen. He announced my offense of having an abortion which proved I was promiscuous My crimes cloaked his and no one could do anything but pray I might survive That prayer was not mine. I was ready to depart I do not ask for personal mourning. Twelve million living women and girls require your outrage Lift your veil! Open your ear. Quote of the day comes from Gem's Heal Me series. " 'You really know how to take all of the flavor out of life, don't you Fred?' Cordelia commented as she let Fred lead her into the kitchen. "Fred shrugged. 'That's what the marshmallows are for.' " :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 8:16 PM [x] ::

I thought I'd share a nummy pic, because I need cheering up. Despite the wonders of international packages. Because I saw today's M*A*S*H.

Sometimes You Hear The Bullet.

Oh, my God. That's all I can say. I can't remember ever seeing this episode before. Oh, my God.

This is television at it's best. Oh, my God. Joss who?

"All I know is what they taught me at command school. There are certain rules about a war, and rule number one is young men die. And rule number two is, doctors can't change rule number one."

Today's poem fits the mood. It was written for RAWA by an American supporter called Sue Silvermarie, and is based on the stories of several Afghan women.

I Stand by Your Ear Unseen By Sue Silvermarie

I stand by your ear unseen.
Before the flogging they buried me to my waist in mud
One hundred times and one, they beat me with a cane
Because I was wearing a burqa
the mullah was spared the sight of my blood
When my family took me home I was unconscious
They were forbidden to seek treatment
When I died the next morning no one was surprised.
It was three days after my 18th birthday.

I stand by your ear unseen.
When I was 14 I wanted to be a teacher. I remember
laughing with my friends on the way home from school
I remember writing poems about the future
daydreaming at the window into velvet sky
Impossible, then, to believe what would come
after the Taliban took our town.

I stand by your ear unseen.
When I was 15 they came. The wide world choked shut
Collapsed to a point of fear, hunger. Constant
My sisters and I ate what brothers left. Little. They
could leave the house for classes, for work
My mother's office job was taken away
When my uncle would accompany her
she took her turn wearing a neighborhood burqa
so she could look for food. She sold our books

I stand by your ear unseen.
Three years. My youngest sister sickened
My father carried her to the hospital but
they told him to throw her away. She died at the door
That's when my anger endangered all of us
In her name I started a secret school. To read
to write, five little girls and I risked our lives
I would do it again. It was a way for ghosts
to have hands and voices for awhile.

I stand by your ear unseen.
When another decree was issued, that houses with women
have all windows painted black, we had no funds
My father was gone, forced into the militia
My mother had nothing left to sell
They marched in to bully us
found the hidden school slates behind my bed
Hauled to the mullah, I told nothing
He shut the door and raped me.

I stand by your ears unseen
Famine and depression make periods scant
I didn't know about the baby at first
My aunt had the right herb in a hidden pot on her roof
She stayed while my baby bled out
A new decree, forbidden to make sound when we walk,
caught her when she left. She didn't have shoes that were silent
They beat her on the street until her accompanying son
in his panic tried to shield her
by sacrificing me. The mullah learned everything.

I stand by your ear unseen.
He announced my offense of having an abortion
which proved I was promiscuous
My crimes cloaked his and no one
could do anything but pray I might survive
That prayer was not mine. I was ready to depart
I do not ask for personal mourning. Twelve million living
women and girls require your outrage
Lift your veil! Open your ear.

Quote of the day comes from Gem's Heal Me series.

" 'You really know how to take all of the flavor out of life, don't you Fred?' Cordelia commented as she let Fred lead her into the kitchen.
"Fred shrugged. 'That's what the marshmallows are for.' "

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It's been raining here pretty much non-stop for 48 hours or so. I know we're in desperate need of rain -- it's been far too dry for far too many years -- but I wanna go outside!! I don't have my own car, so I'm pretty much house-bound in the rain. I've got the umbrella etc., but the rain's coming in pretty much horizontal, so I'll get soaked. Add to that I've already done the heavy, horrible cold thing this winter, so I don't fancy the thought of wet feet -- my Doc Martins, which I've lived in for over six years, desperatly need replacing. Unfortunately, and I think it's due to the dismyl exchange rate for the Aussie dollar, a new pair cost $199 or more at the moment, and I can't afford a new pair. But, even if I'm house-bound, I love winter. It's probably not cold here by international standards, but I love the cooler weather. I love being able to bundle up. I love sitting in front of the fire. I love listening to the rain on our tin roof. I love being able to eat comfort food -- toasted cheese sandwhiches with tomatoe soup. Hot, chunky vegetable soup with fresh bread from the bread machine -- the house filling with the smell of both. All my favourite clothing is my winter clothing. My lined black skirt. My Winnie-the-Pooh long-sleeved t-shirt. My green velvet dress. My big woolen jumpers. My purple tarten skirt. I love being able to wear layer on layers. My favourite little hat. My collection of scarves. I have a theory that I can always wear more layers when it's cold, but I can only take so much clothing off when it's 45 degrees without being arrested. I've actually been printing all the fanfiction I'm reading (not that it's a lot at the moment, I'm afraid) and sitting in front of the fire with it. It's nice to just be able to curl up in front of the fire with an extra blanket, a cup of coffee and some literature, or my knitting, or whatever, and just relax. I love winter. I love living near the beach -- there's something nice about a winter beach. I love going for a walk not long after it's stopped raining. Wheeeee!! I just got my package from Sharon and Dana, and it included the a BtVS comic. Wheeeeeee!! I worship at their feet g And tapes! Tapes! Wheeeeee!! I now have a happy thoughts day. Wheeeeeee!! :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 12:00 PM [x] ::

It's been raining here pretty much non-stop for 48 hours or so. I know we're in desperate need of rain -- it's been far too dry for far too many years -- but I wanna go outside!! I don't have my own car, so I'm pretty much house-bound in the rain. I've got the umbrella etc., but the rain's coming in pretty much horizontal, so I'll get soaked. Add to that I've already done the heavy, horrible cold thing this winter, so I don't fancy the thought of wet feet -- my Doc Martins, which I've lived in for over six years, desperatly need replacing. Unfortunately, and I think it's due to the dismyl exchange rate for the Aussie dollar, a new pair cost $199 or more at the moment, and I can't afford a new pair.

But, even if I'm house-bound, I love winter. It's probably not cold here by international standards, but I love the cooler weather. I love being able to bundle up. I love sitting in front of the fire. I love listening to the rain on our tin roof. I love being able to eat comfort food -- toasted cheese sandwhiches with tomatoe soup. Hot, chunky vegetable soup with fresh bread from the bread machine -- the house filling with the smell of both.

All my favourite clothing is my winter clothing. My lined black skirt. My Winnie-the-Pooh long-sleeved t-shirt. My green velvet dress. My big woolen jumpers. My purple tarten skirt. I love being able to wear layer on layers. My favourite little hat. My collection of scarves.

I have a theory that I can always wear more layers when it's cold, but I can only take so much clothing off when it's 45 degrees without being arrested.

I've actually been printing all the fanfiction I'm reading (not that it's a lot at the moment, I'm afraid) and sitting in front of the fire with it. It's nice to just be able to curl up in front of the fire with an extra blanket, a cup of coffee and some literature, or my knitting, or whatever, and just relax.

I love winter. I love living near the beach -- there's something nice about a winter beach. I love going for a walk not long after it's stopped raining.

Wheeeee!! I just got my package from Sharon and Dana, and it included the a BtVS comic. Wheeeeeee!! I worship at their feet *g* And tapes! Tapes! Wheeeeee!! I now have a happy thoughts day. Wheeeeeee!!

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l Monday, June 17, 2002
I give up on the images. I can't get it right without wrecking the formatting everywhere else, and I don't know why sigh Oh, well. It was a nice idea. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:35 PM [x] ::

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Just a quick one today. I had to laugh this morning; I saw on the news that they've managed to "beam" a ray of light, as in teleport like on Star Trek. I've never seen so many Trek clips in the one news bulletin! At least they didn't just show an upside-down Enterprise, like they do in the newspapers... 'As You Were' is on tonight... I have to remember to tape it for the brother. I don't watch it, but I have to be the one who tapes it, don't ask me why. You may know that Channel 9, an Australian TV station, sucks. Because they don't show Farscape, despite making the stupid program ([ducks flames] not that's stupid, but you know what I mean), and they've only just given up a date for Smallville. 22nd July, here we come! Wheeeee!! 36 days to go. Anyway. I've decided, though, that channel 7 doesn't suck. Because they're showing MASH repeats at 5pm weekdays. Although I forgot to set the video today and missed it. But it's classic episodes (well, what episodes aren't?!) with Henry and Trapper John, and I'm dreading Henry's last episode because that's the one I've always remembered in detail and I know* I'll be in tears. But yay! to MAS*H repeats! ABC's just taken Daria off again, so boooo to the decent, non-commercial station... and I'm sure that didn't make any sense... We'll go back to Emily Brontë today... It is too late to call thee now -- I will not nurse that dream again For every joy that lit my brow Would bring its after-storm of pain -- Besides the midst is half withdrawn, The barren mountain-side lies bare And sunshine and awakening morn Paint no more golden visions there -- Yet ever in my grateful breast Thy darling shade shall cherished be For God alone doth know how blest My early years have been in thee! I had a brainstorm in the middle of the night for my images promblem... we'll see how I go. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:11 PM [x] ::

Just a quick one today.

I had to laugh this morning; I saw on the news that they've managed to "beam" a ray of light, as in teleport like on Star Trek. I've never seen so many Trek clips in the one news bulletin! At least they didn't just show an upside-down Enterprise, like they do in the newspapers...

'As You Were' is on tonight... I have to remember to tape it for the brother. I don't watch it, but *I* have to be the one who tapes it, don't ask me why.

You may know that Channel 9, an Australian TV station, sucks. Because they don't show Farscape, despite making the stupid program ([ducks flames] not that's stupid, but you know what I mean), and they've only just given up a date for Smallville. 22nd July, here we come! Wheeeee!! 36 days to go.

Anyway. I've decided, though, that channel 7 doesn't suck. Because they're showing M*A*S*H repeats at 5pm weekdays. Although I forgot to set the video today and missed it. But it's classic episodes (well, what episodes aren't?!) with Henry and Trapper John, and I'm dreading Henry's last episode because that's the one I've always remembered in detail and I *know* I'll be in tears.

But yay! to M*A*S*H repeats! ABC's just taken Daria off again, so boooo to the decent, non-commercial station... and I'm sure that didn't make any sense...

We'll go back to Emily Brontë today...

It is too late to call thee now --
I will not nurse that dream again
For every joy that lit my brow
Would bring its after-storm of pain --

Besides the midst is half withdrawn,
The barren mountain-side lies bare
And sunshine and awakening morn
Paint no more golden visions there --

Yet ever in my grateful breast
Thy darling shade shall cherished be
For God alone doth know how blest
My early years have been in thee!

I had a brainstorm in the middle of the night for my images promblem... we'll see how I go.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:11 PM [x] ::

l Sunday, June 16, 2002
I actually plan on getting to be before 1am this time around (a very rare occurance for me) so I'm going to say "stupid program" and leave the whole image-debacle there. For the moment. I even uploaded a Smurfette with the proper background and everything and I put it on a server that would transfer the image and [sob]. They make the codes all funny on this :( Or else I'm even worse at it than I thought before. Never mind me. I'm just insane [sigh] :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 11:31 PM [x] ::

l Sunday, June 16, 2002

I actually plan on getting to be before 1am this time around (a very rare occurance for me) so I'm going to say "stupid program" and leave the whole image-debacle there. For the moment. I even uploaded a Smurfette with the proper background and everything and I put it on a server that would transfer the image and [sob]. They make the codes all funny on this :(

Or else I'm even worse at it than I thought before. Never mind me. I'm just insane [sigh]

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Waaaahh!! I can get my images in the frame-things; my purple smurf I don't leave home without, and my little spoon-guy, but the thing won't let me stick them anywhere by at the top there and... not happy. Still editing. Pouting. Mean computer. Kick your computer for me. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:46 PM [x] ::

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I don't get it. I just honest-to-goodness don't get it. What the fuck is it with the World Cup?!?!?! Why do people... what is the obsession thing here?? Okay, I'm Australian, I know all about sport-obsession, but these soccer/football/whatever-you-wanna-call-it people are taking this to the extreme. For crying out loud, in the middle of AFL-obsessed Melbourne we've got bloody soccer riots!! Russia... France... heaven help us all if England looses g (you Brits know I love you anyway!) What is it about grown men prancing around the football field with bad acting skills and very strange hair-cuts that cause riots? I just... IT'S JUST A GAME, PEOPLE!!!! Maybe it's because I don't understand the rules to the game completely. But it's just... I don't get it. It's like cricket in winter. What the? The youngest brother's been watching BtVS... 'Older and Far Away' or whatever the feck the title was. I have no idea. Sat reading the paper with fingers firmly in ears so I didn't get sucked in g although I seriously considered watching it just to hear Tara's ice-pack line (knew when that was because of mother's laughter). But refuse to get involved... no spoon etc. etc. Saw the "first glimpse" of Chamber of Secrets for the first time today... dammit, it's my least favourite of the Harry books and you can't tell me the films and her involvement isn't half the reason JK isn't getting Order out until next year [sulk] Dobby annoys me, and the book just isn't as good as Philosopher's Stone, Prisoner of Azkaban or Goblet of Fire. [ducks possible flames] I managed to sign up for a Liquid2k account... now I just have to decide whether to stay with Geocities or move. I've got all the pages on my harddrive, but I think that moving would be a bit too much of a hassle, given that I've stumbled across the odd webpage that's linking to me now (which didn't give me a happy at all!) and... eh. Of course, I'm sitting on my computer and it's not doing half the graphics-things properly when I try to view them unless I refresh, like, ten times (there's meant to be a nice picture of B&A at the end of 'Surprise' on the front page if it's not loading them!!) and I know all the links are right and... [kicks computer] stupid computer. I don't know if it's my crappy connection that drops out every bloody five minutes or my crappy computer that probably causes the connection to drop out every five minutes or then it could be all crappy Geocities fault [sulk] What I really want is a domain name, though... although I think my finances will have to improve before I do anything of the sort. Although I'm so not giving up my Bigpond, I have to say thank God for free-web-based stuff. Even if you get freaky pop-ups. What is it with ff.net and pop-ups at the moment?! I'm getting them at network 54, too... Thus far, no pop-ups here, but it's early days yet. I've got this obsessive-thing going with Vegemite at the moment. It's all I want to eat. Given the cravings, some have suggested pregnancy, but I'm not Croddy and I'm not that sure on modern-day immaculate conception. But I feel like I'm six again. It's very straaaaange. [grumble] not talking to Adia now. Thought she's sent out three parts of 'Surfacing' when she'd just misnumbered them. Not happy. [/grumble] Strange dream last night -- the final scenes in 'The Gift'. She's standing at the top of the tower giving her speech to Dawn, and instead of the whole "this is the work I have to do" thing, she comes out with "it is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known." I so need to get a life. And today's poetry lesson is from Gwen Harwood. Aussie poet. It's called 'Carpe Diem'. I like it. Wrote a terrible piece of fanfiction around it. "Carpe diem." Your voice attests this charity of solitude, ours as we like to use or waste. You wait for me. The moment rests like a dry wafer on my tongue. It is my future that I taste. Still between kiss and eyelid fall there's time to change, to turn this day into unrealized regret. Tasted and known you will be all, An everlasting hunger in this body that will not forget. Half-drunken with at last, the mind performs fantastic pantomimes of thought, conjures away tomorrow, hunts through its bag of tricks to find illusion's water-into-wine, dissolves in smoke all future sorrow and prompts my sober tongue to try words unrehearsed, as if in cool mastery of intended pleasure: "Carpe diem, my dear one, lie light in my arms and on my life." Far beyond memory or measure stretches the time of grief that I still, this one moment, might escape, while my true tongue that has not learned lying, and will not learn to lie, steadfast and dumb waits on my word. I give my body to be burned. And the time stamp on this thing is still a good half-hour out sigh At least it's not... like... 14 hours or something, I suppose... and yes, it's still long, but still shiny and new. Let's see if the graphics-thing works... (and if you can't see any graphics, it's a pretty good indication that they aren't! Quote of the day: "I'd say the pressure's finally gotten to him, but what pressure?!" -- Bart re. Homer :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:31 PM [x] ::

I don't get it.

I just honest-to-goodness don't get it.

What the fuck is it with the World Cup?!?!?!

Why do people... what is the obsession thing here?? Okay, I'm Australian, I know all about sport-obsession, but these soccer/football/whatever-you-wanna-call-it people are taking this to the extreme. For crying out loud, in the middle of AFL-obsessed Melbourne we've got bloody soccer riots!! Russia... France... heaven help us all if England looses *g* (you Brits know I love you anyway!)

What is it about grown men prancing around the football field with bad acting skills and *very* strange hair-cuts that cause riots? I just... IT'S JUST A GAME, PEOPLE!!!! Maybe it's because I don't understand the rules to the game completely. But it's just... I don't get it. It's like cricket in winter. What the?

The youngest brother's been watching BtVS... 'Older and Far Away' or whatever the feck the title was. I have no idea. Sat reading the paper with fingers firmly in ears so I didn't get sucked in *g* although I seriously considered watching it just to hear Tara's ice-pack line (knew when that was because of mother's laughter). But refuse to get involved... no spoon etc. etc.

Saw the "first glimpse" of Chamber of Secrets for the first time today... dammit, it's my least favourite of the Harry books and you *can't* tell me the films and her involvement isn't half the reason JK isn't getting Order out until next year [sulk] Dobby annoys me, and the book just isn't as good as Philosopher's Stone, Prisoner of Azkaban or Goblet of Fire. [ducks possible flames]

I managed to sign up for a Liquid2k account... now I just have to decide whether to stay with Geocities or move. I've got all the pages on my harddrive, but I think that moving would be a bit too much of a hassle, given that I've stumbled across the odd webpage that's linking to me now (which didn't give me a happy at all!) and... eh. Of course, I'm sitting on *my* computer and it's not doing half the graphics-things properly when I try to view them unless I refresh, like, ten times (there's meant to be a nice picture of B&A at the end of 'Surprise' on the front page if it's not loading them!!) and I *know* all the links are right and... [kicks computer] stupid computer. I don't know if it's my crappy connection that drops out every bloody five minutes or my crappy computer that probably causes the connection to drop out every five minutes or then it could be all crappy Geocities fault [sulk]

What I really want is a domain name, though... although I think my finances will have to improve before I do anything of the sort. Although I'm *so* not giving up my Bigpond, I have to say thank God for free-web-based stuff. Even if you get freaky pop-ups. What *is* it with ff.net and pop-ups at the moment?! I'm getting them at network 54, too... Thus far, no pop-ups here, but it's early days yet.

I've got this obsessive-thing going with Vegemite at the moment. It's all I want to eat. Given the cravings, some have suggested pregnancy, but I'm not Croddy and I'm not that sure on modern-day immaculate conception. But I feel like I'm six again. It's very straaaaange.

[grumble] not talking to Adia now. Thought she's sent out three parts of 'Surfacing' when she'd just misnumbered them. Not happy. [/grumble]

Strange dream last night -- the final scenes in 'The Gift'. She's standing at the top of the tower giving her speech to Dawn, and instead of the whole "this is the work I have to do" thing, she comes out with "it is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known."

I so need to get a life.

And today's poetry lesson is from Gwen Harwood. Aussie poet. It's called 'Carpe Diem'. I like it. Wrote a terrible piece of fanfiction around it.

"Carpe diem." Your voice attests
this charity of solitude,
ours as we like to use or waste.
You wait for me. The moment rests
like a dry wafer on my tongue.
It is my future that I taste.

Still between kiss and eyelid fall
there's time to change, to turn this day
into unrealized regret.
Tasted and known you will be all,
An everlasting hunger in
this body that will not forget.

Half-drunken with at last, the mind
performs fantastic pantomimes
of thought, conjures away tomorrow,
hunts through its bag of tricks to find
illusion's water-into-wine,
dissolves in smoke all future sorrow

and prompts my sober tongue to try
words unrehearsed, as if in cool
mastery of intended pleasure:
"Carpe diem, my dear one, lie
light in my arms and on my life."
Far beyond memory or measure

stretches the time of grief that I
still, this one moment, might escape,
while my true tongue that has not learned
lying, and will not learn to lie,
steadfast and dumb waits on my word.
I give my body to be burned.

And the time stamp on this thing is still a good half-hour out *sigh* At least it's not... like... 14 hours or something, I suppose... and yes, it's still long, but still shiny and new. Let's see if the graphics-thing works... (and if you can't see any graphics, it's a pretty good indication that they aren't!

Quote of the day: "I'd say the pressure's finally gotten to him, but *what* pressure?!" -- Bart re. Homer

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Okay. I swore when I started this that, unlike some people (who shall remain nameless g) I wasn't going to post quiz after quiz after quiz (no, not looking at anything here...). However, I'm going to break the rule once, coz... I GOT HERMIONE!!!!! Yay me!! Which HP Kid Are You? :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 12:45 AM [x] ::

l Saturday, June 15, 2002
Okay. Time to start something here, hmm? Another entry to the Babble Board Blog Club g The BBBC -- I maintain that it sounds like British TV station. Current obsession (apart from all things BtVS g): the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (RAWA). Go to the website. Cry -- it's all you can do. I consider myself to be reasonably enlightened regarding social justice, but here I am utterly ashamed. I campaigned for East Timor, and wrote letters to the government. I count Dr. Martin Luther King, jr., Ghandi, Ann Frank, St Joan of Arc, Xanana Gusmao and Bishop Carlos Belo etc. etc. amongst my person heroes. I knew how intolerable Afghanistan was pre-September 11. I buy my cosmetics (mostly) from The Body Shop, and I drink coffee bought from Community Aid Abroad. I consider the lack of an apology to the Stolen Generation and the treatment of Asylum Seekers in Australia (not to mention Jabiluka) to be amongst Australia's greatest shames. I hold ritual burnings of columns by Andrew Bolt. I love and adore Peter Garrett. The list goes on. Yet I had never heard of RAWA. I thought that sticking my name at the bottom of an email petition and passing it on to everyone in my address book would be something, and enough. And then I look at everything RAWA has done, and did before the Taliban. Go looks at the website. Get a copy of 'Veiled Courage: Inside the Afghan Woman's Resistance' by Cheryl Bernard (Random House 2002, and you'll find it under 305.4209581 at your library. If they don't own it, get them to buy it). Cry. Wail. Sit in awe at the courage of these women, and know what they went through, and what they face. Go. http://www.rawa.org BTW, I now list a woman named Meena amongst my heroes. Okay, happier thoughts. Obsessed with the Harry Potter DVD at the moment, and have dragged my Harry potter soundtrack out again. I ::heart:: John Williams' score. If you don't know who John Williams is, think Star Wars. Indiana Jones. Jaws. Schindler's List. Jurassic Park. ET. Saving Private Ryan. The list goes on... if it's a big and bold score, chances are he wrote it. Or if it's a Spielberg film. Incredibly pissed, though, that the date for Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix has been pushed back. Again. At this rate, I'll be reading it to my grandchildren as a new release. I know, I know, JK wants it to be good, but..!!! I WANT IT NOW!!!!!! First 2001. Then 2002. Now 2003. Yes, the films are good and all, but I WANT THE NEXT BOOK!! Considering going into Harry fanfiction, but don't want to become that obsessed with something else. Until Smallville, that is. CLex... mmmmmm... I'll have to console myself with the new Artemis Fowl, I suppose, but that's not quite as good. It's not quite at Harry standards, and I don't think it'll ever reach them. I'm listening to ANYTHING at the moment, though -- I glanced at Rage this morning, and saw Briney bloody Spears' I Love Rock'n'Roll, and now it's so bloody stuck in my head it's not bloody funny, and I HATE THE WOMAN!!!! AARRRGGHH!!!! Watched The Glass House last night; who needs BackBerner when you can get your look at politics via Wil, Corrine and Dave. Favourite moment? To paraphrase Wil in the opener, "isn't it about time we stopped justifying everything with the Olympics? We've got refugee riots in Woomera, but weren't the Olympics fantastic!!" Have been doing the Emily Brontë things again lately. It's an obsession; I love her angst. Think Buffy after her resurrection, or Buffy in season 4 with their whole "get over Angel" thing (cue the groans from people who are reading this and aren't completely BtVS obsessed g): She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while That full heart throbbed to overflow With that sweet look and lively tone And bright eye shining all the day They could not guess at midnight lone How she would weep the night away Yes, okay, I ramble. See the name of the blog-thing. Don't complain. It's all shiny and new at the moment. Winnie-the-Pooh quote of the day: "It's your fault, Eeyore. You've never been to see any of us. You just stay here in this one corner of the Forest waiting for the others to come to you. Why don't you go to them sometimes?" -- Rabbit in 'The House at Pooh Corner'. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:26 PM [x] ::

l Saturday, June 15, 2002

Okay. Time to start something here, hmm? Another entry to the Babble Board Blog Club *g* The BBBC -- I maintain that it sounds like British TV station.

Current obsession (apart from all things BtVS *g*): the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (RAWA). Go to the website. Cry -- it's all you can do.

I consider myself to be reasonably enlightened regarding social justice, but here I am utterly ashamed. I campaigned for East Timor, and wrote letters to the government. I count Dr. Martin Luther King, jr., Ghandi, Ann Frank, St Joan of Arc, Xanana Gusmao and Bishop Carlos Belo etc. etc. amongst my person heroes. I knew how intolerable Afghanistan was pre-September 11. I buy my cosmetics (mostly) from The Body Shop, and I drink coffee bought from Community Aid Abroad. I consider the lack of an apology to the Stolen Generation and the treatment of Asylum Seekers in Australia (not to mention Jabiluka) to be amongst Australia's greatest shames. I hold ritual burnings of columns by Andrew Bolt. I love and adore Peter Garrett. The list goes on.

Yet I had never heard of RAWA. I thought that sticking my name at the bottom of an email petition and passing it on to everyone in my address book would be something, and enough.

And then I look at everything RAWA has done, and did before the Taliban.

Go looks at the website. Get a copy of 'Veiled Courage: Inside the Afghan Woman's Resistance' by Cheryl Bernard (Random House 2002, and you'll find it under 305.4209581 at your library. If they don't own it, get them to buy it). Cry. Wail. Sit in awe at the courage of these women, and know what they went through, and what they face.

Go. http://www.rawa.org

BTW, I now list a woman named Meena amongst my heroes.

Okay, happier thoughts. Obsessed with the Harry Potter DVD at the moment, and have dragged my Harry potter soundtrack out again. I ::heart:: John Williams' score. If you don't know who John Williams is, think Star Wars. Indiana Jones. Jaws. Schindler's List. Jurassic Park. ET. Saving Private Ryan. The list goes on... if it's a big and bold score, chances are he wrote it. Or if it's a Spielberg film.

Incredibly pissed, though, that the date for Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix has been pushed back. Again. At this rate, I'll be reading it to my grandchildren as a new release. I know, I know, JK wants it to be good, but..!!! I WANT IT NOW!!!!!! First 2001. Then 2002. Now 2003. Yes, the films are good and all, but I WANT THE NEXT BOOK!! Considering going into Harry fanfiction, but don't want to become *that* obsessed with something else. Until Smallville, that is. CLex... mmmmmm...

I'll have to console myself with the new Artemis Fowl, I suppose, but that's not quite as good. It's not quite at Harry standards, and I don't think it'll ever reach them.

I'm listening to ANYTHING at the moment, though -- I glanced at Rage this morning, and saw Briney bloody Spears' I Love Rock'n'Roll, and now it's so bloody stuck in my head it's not bloody funny, and I HATE THE WOMAN!!!! AARRRGGHH!!!!

Watched The Glass House last night; who needs BackBerner when you can get your look at politics via Wil, Corrine and Dave. Favourite moment? To paraphrase Wil in the opener, "isn't it about time we stopped justifying everything with the Olympics? We've got refugee riots in Woomera, but weren't the Olympics fantastic!!"

Have been doing the Emily Brontë things again lately. It's an obsession; I love her angst. Think Buffy after her resurrection, or Buffy in season 4 with their whole "get over Angel" thing (cue the groans from people who are reading this and *aren't* completely BtVS obsessed *g*):

She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheeks' returning glow
How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow

With that sweet look and lively tone
And bright eye shining all the day
They could not guess at midnight lone
How she would weep the night away

Yes, okay, I ramble. See the name of the blog-thing. Don't complain. It's all shiny and new at the moment.

Winnie-the-Pooh quote of the day:
"It's your fault, Eeyore. You've never been to see any of us. You just stay here in this one corner of the Forest waiting for the others to come to *you*. Why don't you go to *them* sometimes?" -- Rabbit in 'The House at Pooh Corner'.

:: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 10:26 PM [x] ::

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Ugh... just realised it goes on American time... I guess I'll have to fix that -- coz I'm not on American Time!! It's 2.30pm on Saturday! Stupid thing. :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 2:10 PM [x] ::

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Testing 1.. 2... 3... Bowing to peer pressure and getting this thing... will update late, I guess! :: Smurfette blogged for peace @ 2:06 PM [x] ::