Alice.

Crunchy on the inside.

A blog dedicated to an exploration of life, science, and the transgendered way from the heavily biased view of a MTF Gothic Geek.

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Reposting Archives
I'll be re-posting some of my old GothCandy blog entries from 2003 up here. Helps make a complete picture of me, and helps me organize some of my thoughts.
Wicca: Spellcraft for Men
A review with one quote.
Those that Hate
A short work.
Stream of Consciousness
Read in one breath.
Storytime
Here is a story I started a little while ago. Got a call from a friend recently who is taking English in college. Fuck, he's good at writing. Makes my writing look like pond scum. Ah, well, what can you do?
This again.
And my parents wonder why I'm taking medication for depression, why I sleep during the day and am awake at night, why I never smile or laugh in this house…
Something witty, no doubt.
My girlfriend recently (or not so recently) asked me if I loved my parents. I gave a tentitive yes, as I hadn't given the subject much thought. Alas, over the last few days, with my sleeping schedule once more in the mode of seeing sunrises from the wrong side, I have realized the answer to this ponderous question.
Re: Mmm, meds.
Ero, I hope you don't mind if I re-post this as the body of a new blog entry. If you want, I can remove it, but seeing as you posted it as a comment, I'm not gonna chase you down to ask you.
Mmm, meds.
I came to a realization yesterday, an epiphany, if you will. Though what I came to realize is nothing new to most - at some level I also already knew - I found the truth to be a most depressing thing. But first a little background for those who do not know me.
A game, respect, and love.
A discussion on varied topics.
Love, on the subject of.
Okay. So this is a subject I bet no-one looking at this would have ever expected. People pestering me to update my site. So... fine.
Happy pills…
… and they're not yellow.
Friday. It's a Monday of a Friday.
Well.. doctor today. Will be going to. Noon. Currently AM. Sleep. Needed. ::hits head on table and begins snoring softly::
Depression feels like ass…
… and that's not a good thing.
Updates, oh my!
Oh yeah, just remembered (I'm really tired, okay?) - had a job interview today.
Poetry. Yay.
Well, I've added a poetry section. [Edit: No, it won't likely be returning, though individual pieces may.] Hope some people enjoy it. Now to bleed more so I can write better.
Dorothy, Dorothy, very little rhymes.
A letter from Dorothy to Antie Em.
… and a game.
I have an idea for a game - but this is a game with a limited market. Programmers. If you're a programmer, you know the feeling. Stuck in a job, itching to do something creative with your powers, but stuck in the soup that is what passes for organization in your organization. Free yourselves, and prepare for The Realm!
Choice of religion.
Dot. Dot. Dot.
First rant of the day… or week.
Do you ever have the urge to hit things? How often? If you answered yes and hourly (or more), you're my kind of person. If you're female, I'll jump your bones. Or can only guys "jump bones"? I can never get my sayings straight…
And now for something completely…
Some work bores me to death (and I do not get it done,) while some forces me into a blank stupor, causing irritation and eventually large-scale frustration. And not getting the work done. I recently walked this line with QuickBack (a program I wrote). The problem proposed intrigued me, and spurred me on. I solved a complex problem that others had attempted and failed, in 40 minutes. Granted, it was an early prototype - but it worked!

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Name:Alice McGregor →アリス

Location:British Columbia, CA

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Growing up in a small town is tough when you're this strange.

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We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak;

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man person perish, yet the inward man person is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

— 2 Corinthians 4