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Aurelio Alain Marquez de Callas
“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of ”magic”Collapse ) over the brute” ~ Vladimir Nabokov

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The Rules!
First, write down the names of 12 characters. Then read and answer the questions.
You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the 12 characters you're going to use.

1 Superboy
2 Nova
3 Patriot
4Linda Danvers
5Kara In-Zee
6Ultimate Jean Grey
7Batman Beyond
9Buffy Summers
10Chase Stien
11Beast Boy
12Andreas Strucker

Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
No. Uh, I guess. Not sure how it would work out ... but they'd have Christmas-colored pubic hair, so that'd be funny.

Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Oh, gods yes. Really hot.

What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
She'd kill him. Or his twin, who he has a creepy incenstrous relationship with, would kill him. But probably Mercy.

Can you rec any fic(s) about Nine?
About a billion. I think there might be more fanfiction about her then any other character ever.

Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Yes. But the sex would be really bizzare.

Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Kara and Buffy would be cute together, I think. Buffy would resent her for actually liking her powers, though. Buffy would probably kill Chase in ten seconds, though

What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
I imagine he'd be wondering who the hell they are.

Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic.
Chase calls Eli "brother" and Eli decks him, then has to take him to the hospital.

Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
No, but there totally should be.

Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
"You're a NAZI?"

What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four to deflower One?

Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
Not that I know of.

Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
What's "het"? Also, the man has existed for eight months. He's not big on the fanfic yet.

Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
God, I hope not.

Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
Two Supergirls? I don't think anyone I know likes Nova that much.

What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
If he doesn't scream "Gert," he's dead.

If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, which song would you choose?
I think she might come to life and kill me if I tried

If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be?
Cross-universe hijinx and Nazis.

What might be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten?
"I've got the Friday After the Friday After the Friday After Next DVD back at my place"?

When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
I don't think I ever have.

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Okay, so I just watched White Christmas and, well, damn.

However much I may like modern musicals like Moulan Rouge, Chicago, and De-lovely, I have to say this, and say it definitively:

There is no school like old school.

Cripped from Aishe's journal . . . J,nothing personal.

W. and Karl played up western movie stereotypes. After
9/11, the rugged frontier myth, the hunter/Indian-fighter
hero in a war of civilization against savagery worked
better than ever. But this White House's frontier is not a
place of infinite progress and expansion, stretching
society's boundaries. It doesn't battle primitivism; it
courts primitivism.

Instead of the New Frontier, Karl and W. offer the New

Even as a child, I could feel the rush of J.F.K.'s
presidency racing forward, opening up a thrilling world of
possibilities and modernity. We were going to the moon. We
were confronting racial intolerance. We were paying any
price and bearing any burden for freedom. We were
respecting faith but keeping it out of politics. Our
president was inspiring much of the world. Our first lady
was setting the pace in style and culture.

W.'s presidency rushes backward, stifling possibilities,
stirring intolerance, confusing church with state, blowing
off the world, replacing science with religion, and facts
with faith. We're entering another dark age, more
creationist than cutting edge, more premodern than
postmodern. Instead of leading America to an exciting new
reality, the Bushies cocoon in a scary, paranoid,
regressive reality. Their new health care plan will
probably be a return to leeches.

America has always had strains of isolationism, nativism,
chauvinism, puritanism and religious fanaticism. But most
of our leaders, even our devout presidents, have tried to
keep these impulses under control. Not this crew. They
don't call to our better angels; they summon our nasty

Jimmy Carter won the evangelical vote in 1976, and he won
it in Ohio. He combined his evangelical appeal with a call
for social justice, integrating his church and laboring for
world peace. But W. appealed to that vote's most crabbed
insecurities - the disparaging of the other, the fear of
those godless hedonists in the blue states out to get them
and their families. And the fear of scientific progress, as
with stem cell research.

When William Jennings Bryan took up combating the theory of
evolution, he did it because he despised the social
Darwinists who used the theory to justify the "survival of
the fittest" in capitalism. Bryan hated anything that
justified an economic system that crushed poor workers and
farmers, and he hated that the elites would claim there was
scientific basis for keeping society divided and unequal.

The new evangelicals challenge science because they've been
stirred up to object to social engineering on behalf of
society's most vulnerable: the poor, the sick, the sexually

Yet the Bush conservatives do their own social engineering.
They thought they could toughen up the American character
with the invasion of Iraq. Now they want to reshape the
country on "moral" issues - though their morality seems to
allow them to run a campaign full of blatant distortions
and character assassination, and to mislead the public
about the war.

Back in 1994, Newt Gingrich said he wanted the government
to mold the moral character of Americans and wipe out
remnants of the "counterculture McGoverniks." He got
derailed, but now he and his pious friends are back in full
cry, messing with our psyches and excluding themselves from
the rules they demand others follow. They'll eventually do
themselves in, but will they do us in first?


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Here we go again.


The most disgusting thing about college is it actually makes me miss high school. At high school I had friends. And even when I was fucking up I could almost always fix it. But now I'm isolated and alone and it's way to late to fix this. I thought it was bad enough that I can't make a single fucking friend out of the tens of thosands of students that attend my college, but, guess what I found out this weekend? They're havin a party! A reunion for STI! Sounds fun, right? Well, three big guesses who didn't get invited?

If you needed either of the first two, you haven't been paying attention. Not that I'd blame you.

Fuck this. I hate you, too, world.

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Dude. Motherfucking DUDE. Now that was a show.

Both casts did an amazing job at "Black Patent." I'm really proud to have been a part of this cast and of TAG in general. As I look back on my three long years at TAG, the five great shows I've been a part of, and the amazing roles I've been allowed to play, I can't help but be grateful to Joe and Mario and Michelle and my castmates. I also can't help but see how I've grown as both a person and a performer.

I grew, in many ways, from a child to a young adult with TAG, again as both a person and a performer. It makes me wonder how things would be different had I never stepped onto that stage for the first time at the SoM auditions. I'm truly grateful for the friends I've made, whether I never see them again or we stay close for a lifetime, and for the lessons I've learned.

Thank God, we can reminisce without regret. We can smile on the good things. Hope and faith still hold we've learned that love will make it all unfold.

And I'll never be THAT young again. Thank God.

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I think I need a major attitude ajustment. A serious life transplant. I spent far to much energy trying to get in good with people who don't give a shit about me. For instance, there's this one guy who I've known for a long time, but we've grown apart. I consistantly try to rekindle our frienship, which hasn't really been a real frienship for two years. Now evertime I ask him if he wants to hang out, I get a noncommittal "maybe." Or if I invite him to something specific he's always busy. At this point, there have been far to many blow-offs for it to just be that he's a busy dude. He's clearly uninterested in remaining friend with me. And my reaction to this realitization is really weird. I'm not angry, or hurt, or anything, but I keep trying despite what I'm complelely certain of. Moreover, at DeSales, I often felt like the odd man out, despite having a great time. Now I'm planning a big reunion party. Why do I feel the need to make these people like me?

I have to start thinking about myself more, and pitying myself less. I need to work out and smile more and talk and laugh and make new friends instead of pining over old ones or wondering about missed oppurtunities for friendships. So that's the plan. I'm stating a new school where I know no one, and I think maybe I already got a relationship or two started. I'll go from there. Wish me luck.

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So I'm starting to get used to KKF. I can find my classes, and I think I'm starting to make a little progress in the whole having friends thing. Everything but acting is boring as shit, tho. Like, montrously, disturbingly boring. Ugh.

And there should be things in a college acting course that I haven't learned yet,right? Of course, I'm probably jumping the gun on that little snap judgement, seeing as we're two days into classes.

Anyway, not that any of you care, but I got this from J. If you want to know exactly what I think of you, no lies, no bullshit, comment and I'll tell you. Then do this on ur journal. Pass along the love. And . . . the hate. YEA! HATE!

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Man. I don't get this. Really. I swear to God I don't. What the fuck did I do do deserve this?

I mean, I know I'm kind of an ass. But I've been working on it, and generally I think I'm an alright person. I'm kind and I'm funny and there really isn't any good reason why people don't like me. Yet . . . they don't. I can count the number of people who aren't related to me that give a shit on one hand. And, hell, even those people never think to call me -- it's always my hand on the fucking dial. And to make matters worse, they all actually have lives and even my narisisstic ass can't expect them to spend every moment catering to my useless existence.

I think this summer I really realized how alone I am -- up at DeSales I had a great time, everyone was awesome -- but I was always the odd man out. Sometimes I'd say something and it was like no one heard me. Sometimes I'd be standing there and it was like no one saw me. Then, in August, a series of brush-offs and ignored IMs made me realize that it's just as bad here. The bottom line is no one can stand me. I've spent entire weeks in my basement, watching bad TV. I'm 18 motherfucking years old and it's been two weeks since I went out with a friend. I haven't seen the inside of a party [i]sans[/i] chaperone -- does anyone see anything wrong with that picture?

I'm kind of getting scared, too -- I think this might be what depression looks like. Which would be bad. I do know that I'm sleeping a heck of a lot more -- like twice as much. That can't be good, can it?

So I'm sitting here on my ass for like the fifth day in a row, wondering if anything will be different when I start school. Maybe this time when I start meeting new people, there will be a set who like me. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up -- it's not like it's ever happened before. I guess I'm just setting myself up to get screwed again. It's better then giving up on it tho. At least -- I think it is.