Aww, I remember writing this last year and people being very amused.
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Bright eyed, bushy haired, bright colors, babbling due to painkillers and happy muscle relaxants and healing gemstones and all that weird pseudoscience silliness that I believe in despite my atheist agnostic upbringing.
I've been pagan since I was a teenager, so hah. Polyagnostic polytheist pantheist eclectic witch who will believe even if proven completely wrong. Even when my parents insists that it's just my brain and that psychic powers don't exist, I will agree because that is true, too. There are so many truths out there. I love quantum everything.
See, I follow the Discworld concept: Even if a deity manifests in front of be and insists it is a great god, I will tell it "That's nice. Just because you exist doesn't mean I believe in you. I believe in my Higher Brain smushed with my Subconscious, which you possibly came from. But since you are here, let's party anyway. Red wine?"
I firmly believe that Man created God, and the Universe created both Man and God, and all gods everywhere sprang fully formed from Man's brain because Man's brain is more complex and extreme than we can ever conceive. The universe is bigger than everything.
And I have also always believed in All The Gods, so whenever someone asks me if I believe in God, I always ask "Which one?" which leads to confusion and people thinking I'm, like, evil or something and must be saved or whatever that means. *shrug* I don't care. I like what I like and I don't want to push it on anyone because my faith is mine and your faith is yours.
I just ask that you please please do not attempt to convert me to Christianity because nope nope nope. I am half Jewish, I know that Christianity is a Jewish heresay, I know Yeshua was just a man who explored various believes including paganism and then returned to talk about it, and that he wasn't part god, he was just a very good orator. So, no. I am who I am and if you leave me alone I will not roll my eyes and facepalm at you. I love you all, I always will... but I can love everyone without being bothered by proselytizing. Love is love is love is love. There is no wrong or right, there is only love.
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Adam and I are watching the TV film version of Terry Pratchett's Colour of Magic.
It is absolutely brilliant. Yay for the Luggage! Sean Astin is wonderful as Twoflower. And hey, Tim Curry. Um... is there any movie with Tim Curry in it where Tim Curry is not a villain?

Also, I realize that if I were to sum up my deepest personal gnosis, it would be a lot like a combination of the Discworld pantheon and Discworld magic and the Minbari religion from Babylon 5.

So, I read Terry Pratchett's Soul Music again for the hundredth time. It was my first Discworld novel, read when I was nineteen, and is rather precious to me.
I was just reading the Wikipedia entry on the Discworld novels, and they mentioned that the constant phrase, "He looks elvish," in reference to Buddy (aka Imp), was a running joke. I read that sentence slowly, and then jumped out of my seat and yelled, "OH! I get it now! ELVIS!"
This may not make sense if you have not read Soul Music.
Imp Y Celyn means "Bud of the Holly". So, his friends call him Buddy now that he is a rock star (get it? bud, holly...). He has curly black hair and is very cute. He dances onstage. With his hips. He "looks elvish."
Elvish. I get it now. Ha ha.
Oh my god, it took me eight years to realize that.
I got every single joke, gag, and reference in the book, except for that one.
*shakes head*

Um. Okay. Yes.
Go read Soul Music. You'll like it.

(A sidenote: I had not even heard about the Discworld series until Phishtar gave me some advice for my second Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, and quoted Soul Music as an example, which prompted me to buy, read, and fall in love with it. And now I can't even remember what site "Ashes To Ashes" is published on, it's been so long. Dawn, don't you have it on your website?)

OMG DISCWORLD CAKE.

OMG Adam coming home right now. (Danny left to get him from Virginia.)

That's all.

OMG DISCWORLD CAKE.

OMG Adam coming home right now. (Danny left to get him from Virginia.)

That's all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Granny_Weatherwax
Despite her power, Granny Weatherwax rarely uses magical power in any immediately recognizable form. Instead, she prefers to use headology, a sort of folk-psychology which can be summed up as "if people think you're a witch, you might as well be one". For instance, Granny could, if she wished, curse people. However it is simpler for her to say she's cursed them, and let them assume she's responsible for the next bit of bad luck that happens to befall them; given her reputation this tends to cause such people to flee the country entirely.

Headology bears some similarities to psychology in that it requires the user to hold a deep seated understanding of the workings of the human mind in order to be used successfully. However, headology tends to differ from psychology in that it usually involves approaching a problem from an entirely different angle.

It has been said that the difference between headology and psychiatry is that a psychiatrist will convince you that there are no monsters coming after you, whereas a headologist will hand you a bat and a chair to stand on.

So, about a week ago, British television aired for the first time the very first live action miniseries based on a Terry Pratchett Discworld novel.
Hogfather.
I downloaded it yesterday. Adam, Danny and I fired up the LCD projector in the living room, and played it on the big screen. Four hours of Hogfather.
And omigods it is the best movie EVER! It's so awesome and wonderful and fantastic and magical and if you are a Terry Pratchett fan you really really must find it and watch it and I love it so much and Death is so very very very awesome!

That's all.

We're eating smoked turkey. Adam stuffed bacon under the skin. It is delicious.

So, about a week ago, British television aired for the first time the very first live action miniseries based on a Terry Pratchett Discworld novel.
Hogfather.
I downloaded it yesterday. Adam, Danny and I fired up the LCD projector in the living room, and played it on the big screen. Four hours of Hogfather.
And omigods it is the best movie EVER! It's so awesome and wonderful and fantastic and magical and if you are a Terry Pratchett fan you really really must find it and watch it and I love it so much and Death is so very very very awesome!

That's all.

We're eating smoked turkey. Adam stuffed bacon under the skin. It is delicious.