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15 February 2015 @ 07:13 pm
The domain name was available for purchase, and has been purchased by moi. I'm going to use it to build a forum for fandoms and such and invite my RL and online friends to join. :3 *wiggles*

I know it won't be the same as it used to be (nothing ever is), but I invite any of you old CBians to bookmark the site and join when it opens:

http://www.cardboardia.net - "Cardboardia Returns".
Current Mood: excitedexcited
29 January 2014 @ 12:59 pm
Perhaps I was more of a lurker [and quite young when I joined and I used like twelve different names]... but I just couldn't get the old community out of my head. It seems to come up more and more in my mind as time goes on, which seems illogical for something that hasn't "existed" in my life for several years... Still, I can't get over this inexplicable longing to belong to the community again. [perhaps due to all of my social failings since phasing myself out... heh.]

So, is there anything left? Does anyone remember Cid/CloakedInDarkness? ;P

Current Location: Portland, OR
Current Mood: Nostalgic/Meh
Current Music: Electrical Humming
21 June 2013 @ 01:41 am
I don't know what prompted me to do so, but I went looking for Cardboardia today...but it was dead. So instead I went to the old website (I have no idea how I remembered that it was hikaness.deep-ice.com. It was like riding a bike) and I started reading The Pencil Show again. I think I laughed just as much now as I did 12 years ago!

I have so many fond memories of cardboardia and everyone involved, I don't know how many CBians are out there but I'd love to stay in contact. My skype is chlorine0042 and my email address is hollycole42@gmail.com.
24 February 2013 @ 04:10 am
Last night I had a dream about you all. I miss you. I know all good things must come to and end, but it breaks my heart just a little bit that the group from Cardboardia is no longer a regular part of my life, even if it is largely my own fault.
27 October 2011 @ 07:38 pm
This was posted by Post Preemptive Pandora over at CBia. I'm crossposting it over here for those of you who don't check the forums but are still active here. - Teos

On February 16th, just four months from now, TPS will be celebrating its tenth anniversary. The first chapter, according to this here, was posted on that day, 2002.

It is my goal to get as many Cardboardians together for a ten-year anniversary celebration. If it weren't for The Pencil Show, we would never have met each other. TPS, The Pub, Cardboardia, I have so many fond memories of these places, and the people there. I want us to reunite, even if it's only for one day.

A lot of us are scattered to the four corners of the Earth. Which is why I'm posting this four months in advance; plenty of time to round up the classics. If any of you are still in contact with some Olbies, pass on the message to come to Cardboardia on February 16th, 2012. Hell, if we're lucky, maybe we'll even get Hika here.

You guys, and this place, were a solid rock for me during some of the hardest years of my life. And I know I'm not the only one. This online community, of people I had never met, was the only constant when I went through some really nasty stuff. And it it weren't for The Pencil Show, we would never have met.

Let's celebrate ten years of awesomeness, you guys. <3
02 February 2011 @ 06:15 pm
Saturday is Ice Cream for Breakfast Day.  Don't forget to eat your ice cream.

Saturday is also the FSGW Minifest in Takoma Park, MD.  I'll be vending there.  (Actually, I'll be running vending there)

I think I may have a heart condition.  I've finally gotten scared enough to make a doctor's appointment about it.  I've had extremely intermittent weirdnesses in my chest since I was in my 20's.  The first time I ran to the doctor and they hooked me up to an EKG and didn't find anything.  By the time I was hooked up, the incident was over.  They informed me that I was under 30 and that it probably wasn't my heart.  OK.

Over the years, it has periodically happened again.  For a while there I wondered if maybe it were an asthma type thing because not only does it feel like something is going on with my heart, but I can't seem to breathe while it is happening.  It has been becoming more and more frequent.  On Monday night, it happened again.  This time I had the presence of mind to take my pulse.  It is definitely a heart thing.  I had no problem finding my pulse.  The skipped beats stuck out like sore thumbs.  So I finally broke down and made a doctor appointment.  Now to convince Walter Reed that I'm not just a hypochondriac.
05 October 2010 @ 06:52 pm
Is anyone else getting a database error at the moment?
21 September 2010 @ 04:36 am
So my bladder woke me at 4 am this morning.  I would have fallen back to sleep, but then I remembered something I needed to tell my husband (who gets up at 4 am) so I went downstairs and was snagged by the computer.  My very needy dog is not happy to have me up at this hour.  She is pacing around, sticking her extremely cold nose against my wrists and talking at me.  I guess I need to go back upstairs to bed now.
19 August 2010 @ 08:06 am
So when I was growing up I read Science Fiction.  My very favorite book of all time was Earth Abides.  One of my favorite authors was Robert Heinlein.  For various reasons, I didn't read Earth Abides for somewhere around 20 years until just a month or so ago and I picked up a Heinlein book, which I hadn't read before, just last week. 

What I noticed last week and a month ago is that these incredibly good books were both racist and sexist.  Heinlein was not only a racist sexist, but also an anarchist and actively advocated violence.  George R Stewart who wrote Earth Abides only had faint overtones of racism and sexism and the strongest character in his book was a black woman, so his racism was clearly just unconscious cultural assimilation.

The thing that startled me was that in the 1960's/70's when I was initially reading books like these both the racism and sexism went right by me.  It was such a part of the culture that it was invisible.  You know, in the "you can't see the forest through the trees" way.  In 2010 when I have been made more aware of racism and sexism they stood out like sore thumbs, especially in the Heinlein book. 

I find it interesting that a person who is swimming in a sea of something won't notice it, but when they only encounter it once in a while it is really obvious.
27 May 2010 @ 05:34 am
Can anyone interpret a dream for me?

So I had this dream that Woody Guthrie was about 1 inch tall and apparently could breathe water.  He was in my fish tank.  I feel as if this was the continuation of another dream, but it may well be that I just feel that way.

He had been in my tank for days and seemed perfectly happy being there.  At one point the cowboy hat he was wearing came off, and he caught it again and caught one of my neons with it.  I finally clued in that he might not be happy in the tank and said to him, "Woody, would you like to come out of there?"  He nodded, so I said, "If you want to come out, swim up to the top and I'll fish you out."  He started swimming up.  I went to grab a glass (no idea why I needed a glass to get him out) and suddenly a shark which hadn't been there before ate him.  I fished the shark out, but it was too late for Woody.

Any clues?