You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eleoquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing, you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

( Stuff about the German trip. See next paragraph for Official Warning. )

That seems like a lot of talking about stuff that turned out to be pointless. I'll put it under a cut. And maybe issue a warning. Such as "WARNING, NOT IMPORTANT." This can be the warning. You have been warned, officially.

Also I'm sick again!

This woman and her daughter (four or five years old, I'm guessing) came into Savers to confess that the daughter had stolen a bracelet we were selling for 69 cents. Also they had some bags with them. The mother had decided that in order to pay for her crime, the daughter would pick out her favorite toys, and her favorite dress, and donate them to our good Savers store.

Also, apparently, this happened a few years ago, at the old store, but it was around Christmas, and the mother donated the little girl's Christmas presents.

Also, also, these people bought this couch, and they were going to haul it home in their truck, but it was raining? So they went to get something to cover it? And the Guy In Back foolishly thought they were going to, you know, get a tarp or a blanket or something? They came back with four rolls of Saran Wrap and spent twenty minutes wrapping it around this full-size couch.

I also, also, also, caught my first tag-switcher since I came back! It was very exciting.

Also, also, also, also, have a sample of some Really Bad Writing:


(Holy shit, I don't think "also" is a word anymore)


"Patricia McCardle was as white as a wax candle... except for her eyes, which were spitting blue sparks that looked freshly dropped from an arc-welder. Arberg had gone the other route: he was as red and dark as the bricks of his fine-old-family Back Bay home."

And

"'Quit it, Gardener.' Patricia McCardle hissed. There were no sibilants in the words she spoke, making a hiss an impossibility, but she hissed just the same."

Have you ever seen anything so clumsy? This is courtesy of The Tommyknockers, by Stephen King. How can the writer of On Writing be such an awful writer? This is completely ridiculous. She hissed. End of story. If you feel you have to justify your word choice to your readers, you're either using the wrong word or you're a huge fucking nancyboy.

Here is our rant about mental gender! :D

AKA, I got accepted into the Leipzig program for next spring! Which really isn't that much of an accomplishment, as I hear the application and interview and whatnot is more of a formality than anything, but STILL. It's EXCITING. GERMANY. NOT WISCONSIN.

In other news, Beth and I were like "I kind of want to watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and see what it's like" and so we found it online and watched the first two episodes and ahahahahaha.

It is so

so

BAD.

IT IS HYSTERICAL LIKE WATCHING MORTAL KOMBAT. That is what it is like. You know, with the unbelievably bad acting and Chosen Ones and Buffy's amazingly cheesy sarcasticness and complete disregard for authority and the absolute ditziest, most clueless nerd Ever. Also the libraria dude looks like the lovechild of Professor Plum and Leo from Charmed. Speaking of Charmed, Charisma Carpenter! Who played the Adorable Hippie Demon who Just Wanted To Feel The Grass Under Her Feet with Lesbian Undertones With Phoebe in Charmed! She was totally there, being an attractive yet bitchy bitch! 

It was a lot like Charmed, actually. Except, you know, the protagonists are in high school and it is so 90's I can hardly stand it. And minus the hot sister (Prue in seasons 1-3, Paige in seasons 6-8, and that sad little dry spell in between where Paige has yet to learn what color lipstick and hair work for her). 

The language class is SERIOUSLY FUCKING AWESOME SO AWESOME. The professor exudes extreme competence and calmness and coolness, she isn't constantly trying to show us all Just How Smart She Is, or show off her knowledge, she encourages discussion and argument, she knows what she's talking about, she's just... *sigh* I wish all my professors could be like her. And I love the books, they're so interesting, especially the Language Myths, I've never had a book for class that I couldn't put down. Excluding, you know, fiction books for English classes, and even then they could be boring (like Old Man and the Sea. Seriously? Why?). This class ranks as Class I Am Least Likely To Ever Skip, Ever. Some of the people in the class are a little irritating, but you'll have that with English majors. No offense to English majors, but your kind can be major asshats. They're either grammar Nazis, or they're those writer types who are all srs bsns, like "I am a Writer, I am Special. MY CHARACTERS SPEAK IN MY HEAD!" Them and art majors ("I am Artistic, I am Sensitive and Emotional, BE GENTLE WITH ME"). And film majors ("I am Artistic beyond all comprehension. This makes me Unique."). And theatre majors (don't even get me started). All majors to be wary of. In my experience they are filled with pretentious bullshit and maple syrup. Plus those majors that concentrate on some Oppressed People, like Women's Studies or American Indian Studies. You know those people are going to be sitting right behind you waiting for you to make some callous remark about Women or Gay People or whoever so they can act all righteous and offended and School you on how much more sensitive you should be.