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I’m starting to struggle here. Almost 7:30am and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. I knew this would be the tough time….argh….jumping into bed was probably NOT a good idea….

And another…age is the excuse this time….“And with that, I’m throwing in the towel!! I’m old and tired, and my kids are going to be up soon. This has been fun, and I thank all of my sponsors! Can’t wait to do it again next year!! “ Heee…I guess human beings just aren’t designed for this kind of thing….

And another one bites the dust….“well, i’ve come to the end of it. you reach a point where you know the well is dry; no sense pulling up the bucket again — it’s still empty.” At least he ended with a nice metaphor.

Another blogger dropping out early. Her excuse: “Ok bed time for me. I didn’t do it the whole time, but I’m Meghan. I don’t have enough motivation to stay up 24 hours on the goddamn computer and write. Yay the fair’s tomorrow!!!”That was at 3am her time. 3am? 3AM? I can say out later than that and I’m very very boring. And a stay-at-home. And I can think of times when I was out past three in the past 2 weeks. Bah. My faith in humanity wanes….

Heeeee…..bothcat and jason have resorted to posting pics, while salmon reminds us that we don’t have to read if we don’t want to. 🙂

Took a shower, feeling better…..now I’m getting some shots on the balcony at dawn. 🙂

Okay….sun’s coming up….this is going to be crunch time for me….almost 6am and I need to do something to keep myself from falling asleep. 3pm is a whole DAY away. I’m getting scared.

salmon is so right on the money: “find it odd that people say that internet technology effaces gender differences when I find that it tends to bring them into high relief.” Yes yes yes. I’ve been feeling the same thing. In a disturbed kind of way.

Dyanna is a MOO star!

Dyanna_Guest says, “i’m still trying to get my brain to figure out the “to’ thingie”
You say, “k”
You say, “example”
Hildegarde . o O ( to hil go blog )
You say, “type zat”
You grin.
You say, “I mean, type that”
You giggle.
Dyanna_Guest asks, “so i type “to hildegarde whatever blah blah”?”
You grin.
You nod to Dyanna_Guest.
You say, “oh”
You say, “without the quotes, of course”
You say, “but yeah”
You say, “and you can shorten my name”
Dyanna_Guest [to Hildegarde]: “testing!”
You say, “my name is damn long”
Dyanna_Guest exclaims, “oooh kinky!”
You cheer at Dyanna_Guest.
You giggle.
You exclaim, “you’re too fun!!”

Woohoooo! Getting bloggers to come visit achieve! WOOOOOO!

Cowgirl sums it up nicely. “I would give anything for a marathon of mystery science theater right now.” Uh huh. Yep. You got it. I’d leave her a comment, but her comment thingy borked me.

Bloggers dropping out
Oh dear….bloggers are dropping fast. The little match girl writes:“dying. sick. apologies. blogathon on hold. dizzy. massive headache seeing spots. migraine gaining momentum. no computer screen for awhile. ‘thon will continue in a bit. so sorry. *hides*”

We’re trying to figure out what defines camping. Why? Because it’s 3:21am. that’s why. We haven’t gotten very far. salmon has an interesting definition that never occured to me…

[+][beam] Hildegarde exclaims, “camp is TOO camping!!”
[+][beam] salmon [to Hildegarde]: not when you’re an introvert it ain’t
[+][beam] jason says, “camp is camp… camping is camping”
[+][beam] Hildegarde says, “my camp was camping”
[+][beam] salmon says, “camp can include camping”
[+][beam] Hildegarde says, “I lived in a tent for 8 weeks a year”
[+][beam] Hildegarde says, “no cabins”
[+][beam] salmon says, “that’s not what i mean”
[+][beam] salmon says, “for me camping means no people”
[+][beam] Hildegarde falls apart laughing.
[+][beam] Hildegarde says, “oh”
[+][beam] salmon says, “or very few people”
[+][beam] salmon says, “very very few”
[+][beam] salmon says, “and certainly no organized fun”
[+][beam] salmon says, “and show me the camp that doesn’t have organized fun”
[+][beam] Hildegarde says, “Hmmm.”
[+][beam] Hildegarde says, “I did try to be somewhat organized”

Ponderables….thoughts?

I’m loving the pic on this blog here. How beautiful.

Salmon asked….If I were a teenager today…
heh. Tough question. Well. I would lose the loser friends I was hanging with. Maybe I would get a driver’s license. Maybe. I would save more money from the afterschool job, put it in Nortel, and take it out about 9 months ago. No, really. What….hmmm….I would take more languages. I would prepare to do undergrad in languages. English and German and Latin…that kind of thing. Maybe Spanish. I would….give up on camp earlier than I did. What else. I don’t really regret a whole lot…but let’s say I went back and was me as a teenager….

Well, I would FLIRT a lot more. That’s what. I would have more fun. Connect emotionally with more people, take a few more chances. I was so scared as a kid. And….hmmm….maybe I’d go on an exchange. Go spend some time in France.

I hope that answers that one….

Bloggers lose their minds…a little bit at a time. “I’m starting to get just a little bit sleepy. I think I’ll make myself some hot cocoa after I write this. Ever notice how incredably entertaining silly putty is? You can bend it and twist it and pull it over and over and over again and not be bored. Hell, I usualy just make the same little circle and fold it over and try to make a “pop” noise. I could do that for hours on end and I’d still be entertained. Strange? Yes. Silly? Deffinitely.”Blogging herself to the point of insanity? Absolutely.

[+][beam] salmon asks, “does anyone else have this recurring anxiety that they have missed a post when they haven’t?”

Yes. Definitely. I think this was why I was feeling so bored after a few hours. I couldn’t DO anything because I was afraid to miss a post. But now, at almost 2am, I’m getting in to the groove of it and just makig the blogging part of what I’m doing. Actually, I think it’s helping to keep me focussed. But I am suddenly starting to feel a bit tired. The moment you start thinking about it, that’s when you start feeling it. Now I’m not so worried about missing a post, though, because I know I’m almost posting more than I need to. I don’t even want to know how much too much I’m posting.

Oh, the ending made me cry…..again. Always makes me cry….

Cross-dressing
Joan, why are you wearing men’s clothing? This is a big issue at her inquisition, of course. Gender roles, clothing is so important…my adviser is very excited about an idea in a book she was reading…the idea is that bodies were so undifferentiated, theoretically (bodies being bags of fluid, hotter or colder making them male or female) and probably literally as well, that elaborate gender roles were established in order to make people feel that there were more differences between men and women than they could percieve. Yes? No? We haven’t decided.

Death and fear in early modern Europe
We have a Shirley McLean character…this is nice, because we know she’s on her deathbed…looks like TB or something…and she’s desperately trying to come to turns with a life that she knows has not been completely pious and Godly. And so she thinks that by spending time with Joan she might improve the lot of her soul. There was usually a lot of time for people to think about their death in the weeks leading up to it, and people thought long and hard about their lives and how to make their stay in purgatory shorter.

Fathers and daughters, again
The daughter is granted forgiveness by her father. “You will bravely face whatever life brings you. How could you not? You are the daughter of Jack d’Arc. Be well, my daughter, be well.”
and now…
“…my darkest time lies again. But it is all in God’s plan. It will all be fine in the end.”

“Please give me a sign….WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ME?” Joan without her voices. The great tragedy of having had the voice of God in your head, and then losing it…enough to drive you mad.

The attack on Paris
Joan gets cocky…she starts thinking she really is the Maid of Lorraine. She does fall into heresy, pretending to speak for God when she hears no voices. She loses all her friends, , and Paris will not fall. Joan is fallible now, we see that when she makes decisions on her own, she makes horrible mistakes. That’s the way with divine intervention….you have to know that it’s not you, it’s something else. And that that’s the danger of being an instrument of God….

A chilling blog moment
tilted wisdom – when i was six…
when i was six….
red ribbons were for christmas
quilts were for beds
and my friends died by accident

“Come out that I may send you to hell!” Go, Joan! What a line! And with that…..the first French victory against England and the Burgundians!

God, I’m seeing that stupid tigger joke everywhere too. Is this a Megnut kind of thing? Post the same thing as someone cool and you too will be cool? We’re cooler than that. We’re so cool we’re going to just talk about how cool we are instead of posting the joke.

And I’d just like to say that for the first time in this movie we see the face of St. Catherine and it’s really quite cool.

The insanity continutes
Okay, so my friend over at throughyoureyes.com blogged about me quoting her….and then commented on how bad it is to blog about someone blogging about you….well…how bad is it when you blog about someone blogging about you blogging about them?

Plague
Joan goes to visit a man suffering from plague. She’s bundled severely, and she’s been told to burn her cloak afterward. He helps her find a weak spot for her first attack.
“Dear maid…bless me.” He says.
This is where she starts to get heretical. And she touches him, which no one, I’m sure will do at this point. They burn her hands afterward.

“A test of her purity”
Sent to Poiters to have her purity properly vouched for. You can just imagine. And the people love her, because word gets out quickly that she is the Maid of Lorraine.
“What if she fails?”
“If she fails, she’s just a derranged farm girl. What if she succeeds?”
Her first inquisition. They test her virginity. The priests find no heresy in what she says. She tells them about the voices she hears, and her mission, and why it’s important. First inquisition, same words, she’s devout, honest, and faithful.