. . . . . entries for 28.2.05 . . . . .
"God*damn* you were hot at Snowball.
. . . sorry. xD"
~Sir Charles
. . . . . entries for 27.2.05 . . . . .
I lied. Must write this stuff down, I will cry if I forget it.
We never did get a picture of Charlie and myself in the green monster scarf. xD It had such potential. You will find pieces of that scarf in your van and on your stuff. . . forever.
"Feel free to talk about me behind my back while I'm gone."
"They will."
Dana disturbs my systems. I cannot even form sentences coherently when she's around. I have never had this problem with any person in my life. o.O
Dan, Mikey, Kate - you guys are so not cool for not dropping in to see us at crowning. -.- Bastards.
Vera, Megh - you wise fools, you. I guess I can't blame you for not stopping by. xD
Charlie could not finish his chocolate mousse. He is so fat. It's gross.
More contests that evening, and if you know me, you know what I mean by contests. And if you don't. . . well damn, you don't want to know. These, due to the lack of interesting (and by interesting I mean crazy) company, were one-on-one contests. We eventually agreed to allow one of us to win each of them, which suited me quite nicely.
And much dancing, of course. It was prom, after all. What to say about the actual dancing? . . . well, besides that we're really, really white. . .
Y'know, for once, there aren't really any random bits of hilarity I can post from my stay in Binghamton. . .
Before prom was excellent. Prom itself was pretty awesome good too. The evening/ridiculously early morning after prom. . . yeah, you get it. Good times were had by all - or at least by Erin, and hopefully by Charlie as well.
I just really. . . really. . . *really* dislike making my mother miserable.
. . . . . entries for 26.2.05 . . . . .
Whoo, prom day. o.O Yay, right? I dunno. I'm not feeling the "yay" yet. I'm sure I will within a few hours, however.
On that cheery note, this will probably be my last pre-prom blog entry. Much hilarity shall come to this webpage soon, I'm sure.
. . . . . entries for 25.2.05 . . . . .
Hey, prom is tomorrow. o.o How the hell did that happen?
Itinerary: wake up at eight, hair appointment at ten, leave the house by one thirty, meet with the Hyland crew around three, arrival in the lovely city of Binghamton around four or four thirty, and the event begins at six thirty. Huzzah.
I know not of any particular schedule I have after that, up until having to be in class at 7:40 on Monday. xD And there's that damn AP World homework, and sixteen more pages of A Tale of Two Cities. Blast it, Hirota-Morris, you said you wouldn't give us homework. -.- Never trust a samurai, kids. It will only end in tears.
. . . . . entries for 23.2.05 . . . . .
For those who fancy cheerier song, I would like to discuss fashion with my readers this evening. xD
Number one: Check out the shop at Questionable Content (linked to on the sidebar, zomg) for an assortment of wonderful, beautiful shirts which Erin wants (specifically those involving unicorns and my aerodynamic curvaceousness). No, I don't bother with that whole "subtlety" thing. It's not worth my time. :P
Number two: I did not watch that weird-ass fashion show, Project Runway, until this evening. But this evening, I did. Wow. xD The gentleman who won had some amazing stuff going on. If his stuff is ever about and actually *affordable,* I would like to inform all of you that the hugeass legwarmers he had on a couple of his models on the runway were fzcking amazing. I want some. The quilted coat would be damn nice too, but I don't see that happening, somehow. >.> So legwarmers. Yes. Want. Now.
Sometimes I have random thoughts which I could formulate into poetic blog entries if I put my mind to it. Usually I forget about them before I get 'round to blogging them. That being said, I am not feeling particularly poetic, but I might as well get one down anyway.
I do not like beautiful nights. I do not like to be out at midnight on the evening of the full moon, when the shadows are at their midday angles, surrounded by sapphire light. I like it even less in the summer, when it's pleasantly warm and humid, and I like it less still when the grass is long and unkempt and the dew makes it soft to tread upon. Sure, I'll go outside and soak up the moonlight, but I won't like it. Maybe it's because the stars have an irritating tendency to hang there cold and bright and infinitely distant, and they make me feel small as I walk beneath them. Maybe it's because I can see the lights of the radio towers, of the houses across the river, and I am reminded of the people with no regard for beautiful nights. There will be men and women watching reality television, reading up on distant wars, researching the latest fads via their high-speed Internet connections. They don't know it's a full moon. If you told them, they'd tell you to watch out for werewolves.
But then, maybe it's just because no one else watches the sky these days. No one is out there with me. I will stand and soak up the moonlight, but I won't like it. I'll be alone.
You're: El Tango de Roxanne
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Why yes. That last bit, especially, is too correct for my own personal comfort.
Christian
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Good. xD I approve.
Note: Charlie was also the Red Temptress costume. I knew he would be.
. . . . . entries for 22.2.05 . . . . .
Actual blogging is overrated. And on that note, I am actually blogging.
I am a loser who replays Final Fantasy games over and over again. Deal with it. -.-
Tomorrow, nothing interesting will happen. Thursday, same - aside from my dental appointment, which really. . . has no reason to be interesting. o.O Friday I will be flipping out over the events of Saturday, which will rock, as you all *should* be aware by now. o.O Sunday will be rather bittersweet, I imagine, and Monday I have to go back to school. What the hell. I ask you.
This evening, however, I saw Phantom of the Opera with Susan. It was really melodramatic, but I suppose that's just the nature of the show. It got better as it went on, happily enough. I especially liked the Don Juan scene - hot. xD Enough said about *that.*
You scored as Neutral Good. A Neutral Good person tries to do the 'goodest' thing possible. These people are willing to work with the law to accomplish their goal, but if the law is corrupt they are just as willing to tear it down. To these people, doing what's right is the most important thing, regardless of rules, customs, or laws.
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Yep, we all knew that already. o.O Vote Erin, benevolent dictator 2032!
. . . . . entries for 21.2.05 . . . . .
You like the sweet, shy type.
What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)
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. . . well, maybe a little.
You are Tater tots. Go get your own!!
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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. . . well, at least I'm tasty. xD
You are the red temptress outfit!
Which Moulin Rouge Satine costume are you?
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And kids, if you didn't see that one coming, I just don't know what to tell you. xD
Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. xD I'm alive and going to a D&D session in a couple of hours. What an exciting life I lead. (No, seriously. My vacation thus far has been mostly occupied by playing FFVIII, which I've already played through twice. It's not that I don't have any unfinished games, it's that I'm feeling nostalgic. How pathetic. o.O)
But today it is D&D, and tomorrow it is Phantom of the Opera with Susan. I think I have a dental appointment or some such this Wednesday. If I'm feeling motivated, I might start cleaning up the rather appalling second floor of my house. -.- Yeah, right.
See why I haven't blogged in so long? Nothing has happened.
. . . . . entries for 17.2.05 . . . . .
Wow. It's only eleven and I *could* go to bed and get a respectable amount of sleep if I wanted to. But who needs health, anyway?
. . . ::dies laughing again::
. . . ::dies laughing::
James, why do you write your songs with so many multiples of the SAME DAMN LINES!? o.o;;
First: Blogger still hates me.
Second: Very glad vacation is coming up. Rough itinerary so far includes bumming around on Gaia Friday afternoon, cleaning of nonsensical mess upstairs over the weekend, a dungeon in potentia on Monday, Natalie's birthday party sometime or other (maybe), and the prom of one Charlie Hyland next Saturday. That leaves most of the week free. This brings me to:
Last: Cassie, call me or IM me or something so we can talk sister-sister time. Since I have all of this bloody spare time, I might as well fly down, right?
I have changed my mind. Girls suck too.
. . . . . entries for 16.2.05 . . . . .
Okay kids, better start to concentrate on homework now. xD Observe lyrics and do not think I am angsting, it's just a pretty song.
Wow, I kind of have some life in me for the first time in several days. xD Exciting! I'm kind of. . . looking forward to doing my homework. o.O Yeah, I don't understand it either. Go figure.
Second half of AP test tomorrow, which consists of the CoT (change over time, for the non-APers out there) and comp(arative) essays. People have been griping about how impossible essays in that class have been lately, but. . . they've seemed pretty breezy to me. I've been yelling at my class as a whole to join debate, 'cause I'm convinced that is what makes analytical writing easier for me. Adam, especially, could do with some debate training. Be concise, silly. You do not need to write in narrative. I know it's hard to conceive!
(Not like he reads my blog or anything. Oh well. I never claimed to write sensibly here. :P)
The lyrics are in need of a change. . .
. . . . . entries for 15.2.05 . . . . .
And that just goes to show, kids: boys (and Blogger) are just so annoying that I had to bitch about them in exactly the same words THREE TIMES IN A ROW.
Boys annoy me.
Seriously. I cannot think of a single female who really, truly, genuinely annoys me, but there are. . . ::counts:: at least four males who do so at least occasionally. Two of these do so on a regular basis. So, um, make them stop. Ugh. (If you are *not* a boy and want to girl gripe with me, IM me, 'cause talking about annoying boys in the abstract sucks. -.-)
. . . . . entries for 14.2.05 . . . . .
Charlie is alive after all. This is good. Very good. It does not change my massive amounts of make-up work I have to do. Gah.
Where the hell is Charlie Hyland? It is Cupid day and I have not spoken to my Sir Charles. It saddens me greatly. I hope nothing icky happened to him today.
Today is Valentine's Day.
Following that, happy Valentine's Day, all you crazy fools. Here's to your happiness today, whether or not you have one of those silly Valentine things. Cheers.
. . . . . entries for 13.2.05 . . . . .
That was a stupid quiz. xD
First of all - blogger clearly dislikes me.
Second - I know where all the junk I lost in the sleepy confusion today at 1 AM is, and shall get it back tomorrow evening. Rejoice. :)
Things are going wonderfully now, besides the homework which still exists in my near future. Rohit and the Brainards my junk from debate, and I'll get it back tomorrow. Whee.
Hey, I'm back from the exalted two-day debate tournament. I did pretty damn well, actually. I got into octofinals with a 4-2 record for the preliminaries, which put me at a pretty low ranking. My ranking was such that I ended up debating the first ranked guy, with a 6-0 record, in octos. And I beat him. Nyahaha.
That was my favorite part of the tournament, I think, but the rest of it also, ah, happened. Overall, good times. I have a mug, or rather, I should. I kinda lost it. Hopefully the Brainards will find it somewhere in their van. Apparently Mrs. Glenndenning is my groupie now; she called my mom three times last night and was ecstatic over how well everyone was doing, including me.
The non-debate part of the weekend was pretty interesting, too. I stayed with eight other girls, including Belle, overnight at the home of a nice lady in the school district. The stay was pretty unremarkable, besides the call from Charlie and Veronica. Being on the phone with a person (or multiple people) while they're at a party is massively confusing, but highly enjoyable as well. I do not get to hear Sir Charles' voice enough lately. (Speaking of the lad, Valentine's Day is tomorrow. He should be getting something from me. Mwahaha.)
And I have eaten so much goddamned Italian food in the past two days it is *ridiculous.* >.o Good Italian food, though, so it's excusable.
By the way - congratulations to the kids who went to CBA, who got sweeps in speaks. Whee, I made a rhyme. ::dances::
Now, back in the real world, I have a lot of homework to do. I do not want to do it. Gah. Make it go away. Awaaaaay.
. . . . . entries for 10.2.05 . . . . .
I intended to blog before my practice debate thing, then our "judge" showed up so I didn't really have time. So here I am. Blogging. Right. o.O
My main sentiment with regards to life right now is: uggy buggy. I have to write a ridiculous AP World essay tonight. I am going to Westchester tomorrow, which means I ought to be tweaking my cases, which kinda suck. And I really, really just want to do nothing. I would so *love* to do nothing.
Buuuut I can't.
Other people are also feeling very uggy buggy. I welcome all uggy buggy people to discuss with me their uggy bugginess. Maybe we can commiserate a little. Or a lot. Whichever works for you. Uggy buggy.
. . . . . entries for 9.2.05 . . . . .
Because I'm lazy - something for Youth Court purposes.
Youth Court
Youth Court is a voluntary alternative to the criminal justice system for young people who have committed a crime or an offense in Niskayuna. The goal of Youth Court is to intervene in early delinquent and criminal behavior and prevent the escalation of such behavior. Early intervention is the key to stopping patterns of delinquent behavior. Holding youth accountable for their actions in front of a jury of their peers has proven to be very effective and is a positive alternative to the traditional criminal justice system. Typical cases that may be heard in Youth Court include shoplifting, criminal mischief, petit larceny, underage drinking, possession of marijuana, and vandalism. Sentences usually include: community service in the community where the offense was committed, apology letters, essays, educational classes or jury duty.
Youth Court members complete a multi-week law-related education program with presenters that include local judges, lawyers, police officers and educators. Areas of instruction include an overview of the justice system, role of court personnel, case preparation, consequences of offense, and goals of sentencing. Training prepares members to participate in Youth Court proceedings as the judge, prosecuting and defense attorneys, clerk/bailiff and jury foreperson. Cases are referred to Youth Court by the Niskayuna Town Justices, Niskayuna Police Department, or Niskayuna school officials.
Youth Court members also participate in Niska-Day, Youth Service Day, and Law Day. To contact the Niskayuna Youth Court call (518) 386-4570 or email youthcourt@niskayuna.org.
. . . . . entries for 8.2.05 . . . . .
I am really, really tired. I blame the Mountain Dew, and if I blame the Mountain Dew, I really have to blame debate. Oh no, you say. Oh yes. Erin is back to griping about her only significant extracurricular activity. -.- (Actually, I'm supposed to be working on the Youth Court website. I have a floppy disk with information on it, but I have no floppy disk drive at home, so I must work on it at school. . . during lunch. . . if I remember.)
Today is Fat Tuesday. No, really, it is. Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. You people are so not Christian. xD Yeah, um, to non-local people, I was somewhat frustrated today because so few people were aware of the Mardi Gras-ness in the air. I went to school as a Karneval-themed pirate wench, because J.P. had her crazy pirate day today as well. Speaking of which: there will be a drag day and naughty Catholic schoolgirl day soon, there really will. Tina and I have to decide on dates and inform people. Rar.
So sleepy. -.-
. . . . . entries for 6.2.05 . . . . .
Snowball was, um, a lot like homecoming, a lot like every other NHS dance ever. Except we weren't allowed into the old café, so we were forced to loiter outside it or in the gym for the entire dance. Which sucked.
The company was good, however. Shannon, Susan, Natalie, Nelson, Baxter, and others were present. Natalie + Nelson = aww. If that keeps up much longer, we'll all be ranting about how much they need to get married. Kind of like another couple we know. o.O
To those who care: I got Matt. He might hate me now. At least my duty has been fulfilled.
There are many fun pictures of the evening, most of them involving two chicks being suggestive. Well, actually, most of them probably involve *me* being suggestive with some other chick. . . . well, actually, most of them probably involve me being suggestive with Susan. xD
Pictures were also taken at the Chinese New Year party, which was, in some ways, more interesting than Snowball. Colin was wearing an amazing apron, which involved skulls, crossbones, and lace. I wore it for a healthy measure of the evening, as I did not want to mess up my formalness.
I looked so formal that a chick in my English class hardly recognized me. She said something along the lines of: "Erin? . . . wow, you look beautiful! I saw you, and I thought, wow, that looks a lot like Erin. . . wow." That was the only incredibly awed compliment I received all evening, although the general consensus of the adults at Chinese New Year was that I looked prettiful.
I think I look hotter in a night shirt, sans lipstick and with my fancy hairstyle falling down. xD But that's just me.
The thought I am left with: Charlie ought to have been here, but then, he wouldn't have enjoyed the dance itself much anyway. Regardless of this evening, however, I shall see him in three weeks. This is not such a terribly long time, and I daresay I will survive until then.
. . . . . entries for 4.2.05 . . . . .
Zomg, quote change. Le gasp. Apparently my quasidate (the sweet and seductive Susan) also looks hot in her Snowball getup. We will dazzle the dancegoers! Rawr!
Things are better, I am not flipping out over AOL not working, since it worked for Cas and, later on, for me. :)
In other news: Snowball garb test run this evening. I have discovered that rhinestones on dress shoes are not altogether evil, and also that Erin *can* pull off purple eyeshadow if she is careful about it. She also must wear her hair in a sloppy bun more often, for it is sexy as all hell. xD Nyahaha.
I do not know if I will put on my makeup at Colin's house or what, since I'm heading to Snowball from the Chinese New Year party. I am thinking that I might put it on beforehand and re-apply before I leave. Somehow I don't think Mr. Wheeler will enjoy the idea of his bathroom mirror being used for makeup purposes. Oh well. o.o;
Well, fuck.
My AOL account appears to have been hacked. Cassie does not know what is going on. Shannon says that AOL has been a target for hackers lately, and that she may have been hacked last night. This sucks. A lot. As much as I hate AOL, I kind of need it this morning for debate. Rrrgh.
. . . . . entries for 3.2.05 . . . . .
Ridiculously, stupidly appropriate lyrics now up. Huzzah.
Yeah, I'm not tired and it's almost midnight and I have nothing to read, because I was napping/reading The Good Earth earlier. I finished it. Which is bad. Rar. Boredom rears its ugly head.
Ah. . . bad dialogue, bad acting, no interest, no story and no sex. . .
. . . . . entries for 2.2.05 . . . . .
First: I have intended since Monday to post the name of the mole which Charlie made for me. He is named Rodric. Natalie came up with the name, and I believe it suits him quite well.
Second: I am discussing body image with my dear Susan right now, and she has inspired me to gripe about my body on my blog. xD You lucky, lucky people, you. If you fear the bitchings and moanings of a teenaged girl about her body, just go now. Clearly you were not meant to read this. o.O
Here is the first list. These are things I like about my body, in the order in which they occur to me: my feet, hands, wrists, nails, freckles, hips, shoulders, eyes, cheeks, and ah. . . yeah, I think that's it.
So I guess you may be thinking, well, damn it, Erin, you don't *appear* to have much of a body image problem. I don't think I do either, no more than the average chick does. But here is the list of stuff I find it necessary to grumble about: my lips, ankles (or lack thereof), legs, teeth, skin, forehead, gut, UTERUS, arms, eyebrows, and. . . I think that's all the griping I can do.
And then there is my ass.
I have a love/hate relationship with my ass. On the one hand, I enjoy my status as an aerodynamically curvaceous gal. On the other hand, I am aware (as no one else appears to be) that I am ridiculously out of shape. I alternate between thinking "well, I really need to get rid of my ghetto booty" to "damn it, I *like* my ghetto booty." Sigh. What am I to do?
The rest of my body I'm pretty indifferent towards. It's just sort of there, and I neither like it particularly much nor does it irk me. Know thyself fortunate, for I did not speak at length of why each irritating bit of me is, indeed, irritating. And I could go on for a long, long time, my friends. A very long time.
. . . . . entries for 1.2.05 . . . . .
In light of my last kind of heavy entry, I thought I'd post something light and fluffy before disappearing into my homework nest for the evening.
Today was the anniversary of my first kiss, which happened to be with Sir Charles Hyland. I figure this gives me at least some right to be sappy and nostalgic, so I was for quite some time just reading over old conversations between the lad and myself. The more I read, the more I realize: our love is something that was grown into. We allowed it to happen almost cautiously at first, but it started snowballing ridiculously as we saw one another more often. And, amazingly enough, the damned snowballs grew at more or less the same rate. I do not understand why. As I read these old conversations, I still don't understand what the kid sees in me. He's amazing. He's all I've ever wanted, everything I could ask for in a friend or in a lover. And, well, damn it, here I am, just me. I guess I'm just a lucky bastard. :P
Anyway, my point is: here is to another anniversary, Sir Charles, and more after that. I love you.
Wow, Gaia is sucking right now. I'm posting my rant on intelligent design here for the time being, coding and all. :P Deal with it.
[I][B]Please Read This Entire Post Before Writing A Response![/B] :gonk:
This thread is a place to discuss your thoughts on the theories of creation, evolution and intelligent design with regards to the origins and development of life on this planet.
[B]Some Definitions For You:[/B]
[U]Creationism[/U]: Belief in the literal interpretation of the account of the creation of the universe and of all living things related in the Bible.
[U]Cell Theory[/U]: The theory that cells form the fundamental structural and functional units of all living organisms; proposed in 1838 by Matthias Schleiden and by Theodor Schwann.
[U]Evolution[/U]: The theory that groups of organisms change with passage of time, mainly as a result of natural selection, so that descendants differ morphologically and physiologically from their ancestors.
[U]Intelligent Design[/U]: A theory that nature and complex biological structures were designed by intelligent beings and were not created by chance.
:ninja: [B]My Opinion:[/B]
As you might have gathered from the heading, I think we might finally be getting somewhere with the "intelligent design" theory. This school of thought does not entail outright creationism, and (so it appears to me) does not wholly rebuke evolution. According to my own beliefs, it seems like a logical, rational conclusion to the Creation v. Evolution debate, as we have seen it played out in the Supreme Court of the United States and elsewhere.
When one takes a moment to think about it, one will realize how strange life is. From our birth, it is something we take for granted; some matter is living, some things are alive. And how? One might speak at length of the biology of complex organisms, of cells and DNA and the actions which signify life, but something still seems to be missing. Where did life begin? This, of course, begs the question of the birth of the conscience, but that's really another topic entirely. The smallest unit of life, according to cell theory (defined above), is the cell. Anyone who has studied biology is aware that a cell is a fairly complex unit, made up minimally of genetic material, cell membrane, cytoplasm, endoplasmic reticulum, and ribosomes. Most cells are far more complex than that. Is it possible that these units first formed by chance? Even if this was the case, how could they be "alive" and appear to have a will to remain alive? Viruses, which modern science has not deemed to be living, seem to have a "desire" to self-perpetuate through reproduction. Where did this come from? What is the will to live? Did it arise from a chance combination of chemical compounds and electricity?
In light of these questions, it seems sensible to propose that an "intelligence" - call it God, extra-terrestrials, your great aunt, whatever you please - first designed life and put it on Earth. What happened, however, after that enormously unlikely first step, could be completely owing to evolution. This is what I believe, and I have no desire to convert you; I am just sharing my thoughts. This is, after all, at least in part a matter of faith.
So far as faith goes, I would like to say that I am more or less Christian, and I've been baptized as a Roman Catholic. One might notice in the definition of creationism above that it is a belief in the literal interpretation of the Bible. While the Bible is doubtless a good book and a moral book, it is completely beyond me how anyone could read it with an entirely literal interpretation or, indeed, just one interpretation, whatever it is. In the New Testament itself, Joshua of Nazareth (Jesus, by his Roman name; come on, guys, the Romans brutally oppressed the Jews in that time, call the guy by his real, given name! . . . right, anyway) spoke in riddles and constantly used figurative language. It was very rare to hear a word, literally meant, pass his lips. Did Joshua chop off an arm and pour out his blood for his followers and the hungry at the Last Supper? Given that he is intact in our images of the crucifixion, it seems doubtful. A book based on the life of this man, the Son of God, cannot be expected to be straightforward. Like the divine itself, it must be at least partially unknowable.
This is not even to mention the fact that the Bible was originally written in Greek. If you have not studied the original Greek, how can you claim to know a one-and-only correct interpretation of the text? Quite a lot can be lost in translation. There is also the matter of politics; even holy scripture is subject to tweaking by those in power in order to suit their needs.
For all of these reasons, it seems foolish to state that God did indeed create the Earth and all that lies upon it in six days. I prefer to think of Genesis as a parable, a metaphor-filled warning and a divine message which may be interpreted in countless ways.
There is, however, some evidence to support the case of evolution. The fossil record is one example. Please do not post telling me that the atheist evolutionists put the fossils there for paleontologists to find. You are welcome to that belief, but that does not stop me from finding it ridiculous. Another clue to evolution lies in the extreme similarities between species, and in "leftovers" which some species have. For example, the appendix (literally meaning supplementary material, as in a book) and tailbone in humans serve no purpose besides to become infected or broken and cause problems, but for some reason they're there.
So, in conclusion, I believe that life itself was brought about by means of an outside intelligence, but that humans and other more complex lifeforms came into being over time through mutation and evolution. I think I'm done now. Discuss, discuss. :whee:[/I]
come home?
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)