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Princess Timothy, Emperor of Ice Cream
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This journal has been mostly abandoned, because of my addiction to Kingdom of Loathing. I've been trying to update it more often, though.

I think of myself foremost as a student. I always like to learn more about the world. I'll never be satisfied with what I know.

Academic interests: the philosophy of language, ethical theory, neoplatonism, Coptic and middle eastern Christianity, dead and obscure languages, theology.

I am a bad film afficionado. Films I would put under this heading: "Forbidden Zone," "Desperate Living," "The Pirate Movie," possibly "Lair of the White Worm." Some people say that "Lair" has some actual cinematic quality to it, but the ending... just doesn't make any sense. I can't tolerate Hollywood badness anymore, and I sometimes decide right in the middle of the climactic action sequence that I really don't care about the rest of the movie or how it ends.

I have this habit of developing stranger crushes. On the internet, I fall in love with their writing, often without knowing anything about them beyond their writing. In real life, I fall in love with a person's (usually a girl's) general aesthetic look: their clothing, their movements, their body, and how it all works together. I rarely act on any of these crushes, because I know it would only destroy


I dreamed that I was walking down the beach with the Goddess. And I looked back and saw footprints in the sand.

But sometimes there were two pairs of footprints, and sometimes there was only one. And the times when there was only one pair of footprints, those were my times of greatest trouble.

So I asked the Goddess, "Why, in my greatest need, did you abandon me?"

She replied, "I never left you. Those were the times when we both hopped on one foot." And lo, I was really embarassed for bothering Her with such a stupid question.

(I am not my journal. My friends are not my flist.)

"Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. "
- Wallace Stevens, The Emperor of Ice-Cream.

Emergency contact info is in a private post dated June 6, 2002.
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