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Wed, Sep. 7th, 2005, 11:45 pm
Plays well with others.

acertaindoebear found something fun. What a way to waste a few hours! Of course, I'm doing more important things, but not when I got the link.

Speaking of acertaindoebear, xie kind of intimidates me. It isn't something xie is doing, rather something I seem to be doing. I keep saying things that could have been phrased better or not said at all every time acertaindoebear is reading. It makes me feel real awkward. A curse, perhaps?

Thu, Sep. 8th, 2005 03:15 pm (UTC)

And what is a doebear anyway? It's sort of a doe and sort of a bear. And it erects walls of floppy-headed laughter. I want one. -:)

Fri, Sep. 9th, 2005 02:40 am (UTC)

I'm at a loss myself there, but I think it has something to do with this ambigious (and somehow sexual) icon:

Mon, May. 15th, 2006 11:24 pm (UTC)

Oh, *blush*, I thought I had gotten rid of that a long time ago.

That was from my visit to flatland.

A more representative picture of me is another of my user icons; it was snapped by a particularly persnickitty paparazzi who I had to savagely poodle afterward.

No one looks at me nibbling on my favourite snack: inuit fingers -:)

Tue, May. 16th, 2006 07:09 am (UTC)

Ahh, Flatland! That's a good one. Have you read the hundred-year sequal, Flatterland? Theoritical Mathmatical would be an excellent categorical addition to the fiction genre.

Fri, Jun. 9th, 2006 11:07 pm (UTC)
acertaindoebear: At the Golden Mean Hotel

I don't think I have read that one; I have read a sequel of sorts, but it was so long ago that I do not remember anything about it.

And I think you're on to something there; Theoritical Mathmatical could be between Taoist Complexity and Furious Symmetry: Math Poetry at your local Barnes & Noble.

Mon, May. 15th, 2006 11:21 pm (UTC)
acertaindoebear: I Am Not a Number

Why, thank you -:)

(I am an impossibility. The only art that can truly show me is words. Painting, drawing, whichever, is too fixed and limited in imagination -;D)

As you well know, the myth is more than the truth (a cherished nickname that I grew upon). A polar belkorn, at your service. Part-time Chaos Priestess, accidental Transcendentalist, bit player Discordian and Taoist. Comforter. Some-time couch, as well.

If you want me, you'd have to wait till I was around your neck of the ruins. Probably during a coolish time of year. I think CBC did a special on me once; unfortunately, I was the only critter, so...it was a short program.