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Lydia the Secretly Strange Ladybug

I love you all. Here's to never forgetting what we went through.

And don't forget to laugh, either - that's what most of this shit was about.


Name: Lydiabug (aka Mixolydian)
Personal Ad Line: Are you strong enough to be my man?
Age: In my prime
Height: Tallish
Weight: Slender
Hair Color: Flaming redhead (in other words, a brunette with hair dye)
Sexual Orientation: To the highest bidder.
Sign: Libra. The scales. Liberty and justice for all. Peace, man. Folk rock. I've lost my harmonica, Albert!
Marital Status: (credit Ani Difranco) Falling is like this...
Religion: (Non)practicing atheist, but every now and then I burn a candle for Danna
Location: The best of all possible worlds.
Fun Fact: Remember, a broken boomerang is just a stick.
Advice: Love like you've never been hurt. Don't live in the past. Share. Be yourself. Listen to the bass line.
Hobbies: "Redefining normal" (TMC '97), partying, singing (tee hee!), rainbows, talking on the phone for long periods of time, swimming, being spastic, attempting to play the guitar, attempting to play the piano, writing stories, writing songs "that voices never share" (but perhaps I really can compose after all), walking into walls, my "brothers," my "family," Tink, Julie, Mariamne, Tokoth, and the rest of the Topperites, being a groupie, having groupies, cats, reading sf/f, painting an entire guitar case with nail polish in an unventilated room, photography/photogramy ("wink wink nudge nudge"), "not seeing" movies, attempting to drive by myself, without backing into stop signs or getting lost, impersonating Tori Amos, scrapbooking, making mix tapes, Philosophy Club, red hair dye, creating my own ethical system, computing the airspeed velocity of pink lawn flamingos, etc, etc, etc.
Likes: open minds, "good" music, chocolate, coffee, "freedom to" (kudos to Atwood), sf/f, memories, driving, getting lost, being wild 'n' crazy (random INFP stunts)
Dislikes: closed minds, "romance" novels, intolerance, Brussels sprouts, unmitigated arrogance, mood swings, crashing computers, hypocrisy, running out of gas
Theme Song(s): "Out of Range" by Ani Difranco, "Least Complicated" by the Indigo Girls.
Turn-ons: Self-confidence (some say arrogance) tempered by a sense of humor, whipped cream, chocolate syrup ("that's disgusting"), voyeurism, trees, strawberries, thin mints, & mint ice cream, phrases that stick in my mind, mood music ("Possession" & "Sweet Surrender" & "Ice" by Sarah McLachlan; "Yes I Am" by Melissa Etheridge)

Performance update: I may play again if another Peaberry's poetry reading is organized. Julie and I are trying to create some sort of a tape. When it's done copies can be made for you if you give us a tape and a buck (thank Dani for this one). Or maybe we'll end up waiving the buck, because we love our fans so much.
Closer To Fine countdown: We did it!!!!!!!!!! Now, were they taping?

Favorite Quotes/Song Lyrics:

"You've got to laugh, or you'll cry your eyes out."
~Emily Saliers (one of the Indigo Girls)

"I'm reborn every morning... I wake up screaming and someone comes in and slaps me."

"Life's a journey, not a destination."

"They say you were something in those formative years."
"Pretty Good Year," Tori Amos

"Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again
Where? I don't know..."
"Round Here," Counting Crows

"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
~Guildenstern, from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

"I am walking out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
I am getting nowhere with you
and I can't let go but I can't
"Both Hands," Ani DiFranco

"The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true."
~James Branch Cabell

"I worry that the person who thought up Muzak may be thinking up something else."
~Lily Tomlin {this is one of my worst fears}

"I never let my schooling interfere with my education."
~Mark Twain

"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~Ernest Hemingway A Farewell To Arms

"Many waters cannot quench love
Neither can the floods drown it..."
~Song of Solomon 8:6
(Okay, so I'm an atheist quoting the Bible. Do you think I care? Go read Many Waters by Madeleine L'Engle.)

"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence."

~Simon and Garfunkel

"Being intelligent is not a felony. But most societies evaluate it as at least a misdemeanor."
~Lazarus Long

And the song lyric of the fortnight or so is:
"Delia sees the ocean, and drinks it up with her eyes
smiling plane forever, in a broken blue
in a silent breath your heart beat, baby
an arid wind blows through your hair
run ink off pages out to where
a jagged skyline leads to nowhere
the morning breaks your heart too soon
and olives stain you in the light of the moon
the night air darts away, and shadows fold like pages turn
upon the way you held my hand-
i'll never let you down; in a silent breath your heart beat
and all the heroes failed be damned..."
  - Holcombe Waller, "jerusalem"

Links: (NOT "linkages")

Leave Me (lying here, 'cause I don't wanna go) and Return to Topper

Some of this is Lydia's Poetry
The Mailstory (a collaboration with Tokoth)
"The Secret is that there is no Secret..."
Freedonia: other Interesting stuff
The Vogons Are Here (And they have the Guide!)
The International Lyrics Server (currently down & accused of copyright infringment, but boy was it useful)
The Lost IB History Episodes I guess you need to have had IB History with Mr. Early (and probably with the people who wrote the stories) to understand these stories, but they remind me of stories I wrote in 7th grade in which we regularly had our enemies eaten by giant bugs, forgot about it, then killed them off again, and went shopping. Was I a troubled child?
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Just a prayer for the dying...we remember.
"Requiem aeternam, dona eis Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. Kyrie eleison."