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Oyarsa's Observances

This blog is created for my random thoughts and opinions. Conflicting opinions are always welcome, but comments or remarks left in a disrespectful or distasteful manner (to be determined by myself) will be either ignored or deleted. This blog has a zero-tolerance policy for spammers. Don't waste your time, spammers, go elsewhere.


"Oyarsa" for those who don't know, is the name of an archangel (or "god" with a little 'g') in C. S. Lewis's Space Trilogy. I liked the character, so I stole the name. Who am I? I am a library science student in Illinois who has a variety of interests--too many to list! I have worked in libraries for five years and counting.

Are you a good person?

Sunday, July 31, 2005

All right you blog-communizing fiends.

Yes, I've seen insult-o-matic's communizer. Yes, I've used it on other peoples blogs, but do you REALLY think that gives you license to communize MY blog? I'm clearly a victim here! Got that? Me=victim; you=writer of communist blog. No, it's not hypocritical in the slightest...oh, there you go again...see why we can't get along?

Doesn't anyone believe me?

Note: people communizing this blog will be sent to my blog's gulag. Because...every...blog...has...a...gulag. Right.

I'm going to instruct my blog guardian and my balrog to smite anyone who communizes my blog from now on.

So there.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Blog Wars!

A bit of random sci-fi writing. Partly inspired by real life. Partly inspired by, well, you know....

Episode Seventeen: A New Blogger.


It is a time of unrest on the Internet. The GEANEALOGICAL EMPIRE headed by Darth Genealogist is pursuing a small freighter commanded by Princess Sarah.

The small freighter is soon overtaken by the large GENEALOGY DESTROYER, comprised of a series of some 300 binders filled with genealogical records and family trees bounded to the hull of a STAR DESTROYER.

Laserblasts richochet from both vessels, though the majority come from the much larger destroyer. One of the engines of the freigther is destroyed by a direct hit.

Princess Sarah frowned at the sound. If Darth Genealogist knew the contents of her next blog post against the excesses of genealogical research, he would use it as evidence that the Bloggers guild was too dangerous to be allowed to exist. Yet, it seemed hopeless that she should be able to transmit the post to a 'friendly' before she was taken captive.

"If only I was smart enough to purchase that smarting-off protocol droid and his little whistling counterpart." she muttered to herself. "If I send one of my comrades; the enemy will pick up on life readings, and blow the escape pod to pieces."

Her only chance: a dangerous, foolhardy chance, was to send an encrypted email to her contact on Dataooine. If she was fortunate, Scooby Done Benobi, who preferred to be known as "Scoob Doggy Dog" by his friends, would receive the email in time.

As the laser blasts came closer, the princess began typing the email, and hit send, not realizing that a single mistyped letter had sent her warning to an unintended recipient.

But, had she known, it was too late to resend it, for the last of her guards had been killed, and though she fought against her would be captors, she was stunned by them, and one of the history troopers bound her wrists before bringing her before their fearsome leader.

The tall, menacing figure followed his historytroopers into the newly captured spaceship. "Sir, her newest blog post is not in the main computer." the captain of the 'troopers nervously announced. Rousing the anger of Darth Genealogist was a dangerous enterprise.

"Search the ship, bring me Princess Sarah. The Quoda Alliance will soon be crushed."

The princess was captured by three stormtroopers, then brought, defiant, before the tall, menacing figure of Darth Genealogist. A muscle twitched in one smooth cheek, but other than that the young woman didn't react. Nor was there the slightest shake in her voice.

"Darth Genealogist, only you can be so bold. The Bloggers senate will not sit still for this. When they hear you've attacked a peaceful blog..."

"Don't act so surprised, your Highness, you weren't doing any 'mercy blogging' this time. Several genealogical transmissions were beeamed to this ship by blog-rebellion spies. I want to know what happened to the blog post they sent you."

The imposing visage dipped close. "I know that several blog-posts were beamed to this vessel by blog-rebellion spies. When we traced those ip addresses back to the computers from whence they orignated, they had the poor grace to smash their computers before they could be seized and questioned. I want to know what hapened to the data they sent you."

Neither Genealogists words nor his inimical presence appeared to have any effect on the princess. "I don't know what you're blathering about," she snapped, looking away from him. "I'm a member of the Blogger's guild on my way to---"

"You are part of the Quoda alliance; you're also a traitor to the Bloggers Senate. Take her away!"


Monday, July 25, 2005

The Blog's Guardian....

All right, meet the new guardian of the blog. Isn't he cute?

Now, repeat after Oyarsa: Flamers, Trolls, and other villains of the net beware. The blog's guardian will come after you.

And if "Lil Shep" doesn't intimidate you....

Let me introduce you to da bouncer:

No mortal man takes on a balrog. You have to be a wizard. Or a ninja. Or a ninja wiz---Ow! Hey, you gotta admit, it's a funny parody...

Anyway, thank you for permitting me to play with Blogger's image uploader. Mind the guardian while I'm gone, or the bouncer WILL find you. and hurt you until you're hurt.

(edited for spelling mistakes)

Wanted: Rain.

The past several days, I have been distracted from my homework to hear a clap of thunder or see sheet lightning in the clouds above. This would either be accompanied by a very light rain that lasts 5 minutes, or some "misting".

The area farmers have pretty much given up on the idea of a good crop this year, and some communities are imposing edicts on whether or not individuals should water their lawns during the drought.

So, I'm going to say this nicely one time.

Who's hogging all the Freakin' water?

Seriously, for those of you of the praying persuasion, pray for rain.

Friday, July 22, 2005

"Watching the Terminator Puts a Bad Day Into Perspective"

I know, you're thinking "that's Oyarsa's insight for the week? Why didn't WE think of this?" It takes an unusual mind to think up these things, that's why! ;-)

Seriously, most of the things that we could consider comprising a "bad day": computer not working, fight with a friend/beloved/spouse, children acting up, are not nearly as stressful as having a cybernetic organism (basically a robot with human skin around it.) coming after you with a Uzi.

Reese, the soon-to-be father of John Connor, explains the mindset of the terminator to Sarah Connor, future mother of the man who will bring humans back from the brink of ultimate annihilation:

"Listen. Understand. That Terminator is out there. It can't be reasoned with, it can't be bargained with...it doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear...and it absolutely will not stop. Ever. Until you are dead."

So, just remember kiddies, no matter how bad your day is, it could be worse!

Though, this begs the question...is it worse to have one terminator or nine nazgul on your tail. Dang...

Well, what's your answer?

Sound off by hitting "reply".