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Now here, here was a thing that made me want to return to the desert; to my desert. The Western Clathe Dunesea, that lays beyond a region of Clathir called the Mouth of Hell, West of the mountains, west of the great city Castiin which knows no rest for it has both a diurnal face and a nocturnal face to smile on the many different peoples that assemble there to trade. Bearing ever westward, ever into the inferno of the rising sun.

I am not a native of that hard, bright land. Sometimes, I wish I were... its scions are a brave and powerful people, a bloodline I would be proud to claim my own. Where I was born bears little consequence; I have not returned to that place for decades and do not care to.

(So many questions -.-)

Forensics:

I am very into forensic science, as preamble. It drives me to watch crime on TV... I prefer true to fake, though I love me some Law and Order (and Crossing Jordan, but I think I like that show for the story and not the crime). I'm NOT into CSI. At all. But that's a side thing.

Anyway, the point... I've had a couple of classes here and there (highschool, really) and have kicked around a possible future where I -do- seek formal education on the subject and potentially, at some point, work. Now, I don't want to investigate crime-scenes and pursue criminals... I'd want to work in a lab, doing something heinously specific really, really well. All of the tiny sub-fields of forensic science are bafflingly fascinating and supremely awesome. Forensic document examination? Forensic geology? Sound analysis? Or fingerprints... or anthropology...

It's just... really interesting, that's all.

The day of days!

Today, we went to the Huntington Gardens in Pasadena to celebrate Jeremy's birthday.

It was phenomenally gorgeous; the second time we've been there and I still feel only like I've scratched the surface, not helped by the fact that it's different all the time cause of... plants. Being different. At different times. and. Stuff.

Later that evening, while walking in downtown Pasadena, this creepy thing happened to me:

I heard a voice say 'hey, nice skirt' in my direction from the curb (no bigs; I am at this moment wearing a somewhat interesting blue and black sarong, that I love). I looked up to say thanks to a man dressed somewhat oddly in browns and whites that I vaguely recognized as... something religious, though I couldn't tell you what. He was also wearing a rosary. I said thank you. As we passed, he continued talking to us, or me... saying (and I quote!) 'You will be rewarded for that. Sarah was rewarded as well.' I have no idea. After supper, we passed by him again on the way to the car, and he said 'Sarah...' again as he passed.

Also, I just got an email back from TDMonthly finally saying they have an assignment for me. Pwntastic!

Also, starting new writing. Fail!