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Monkey Brain


You are pretty smart. You don't know everything. But you know more than most! You have seen your fare share of animals and perhaps done some research as well. There are still alot more critters out there that you are not aware of though.YOu would be surprised at some of the stuff you may find! Do more research, watch Animal Planet, and check out some cool exotic animal websites to help you gain more knowledge. You rule!

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watcher_diaries: (teatime - percythejock)
According to the Great Shaman of the Bellesticon it is known that that Bel-Shamharoth will rise at the eighth hour of the eighth day of the eighth year of the eighth century, after the casting down of the kraken at the dawn of the new millennium.

Prophecies about what will happen once the Sender of Eight has risen tend to be detailed, graphic and carved into the walls of caves by shaman who clearly had an ample supply of red ochre and an unhealthy interest in depicting viscera.

Werewolves are expected to be particularly affected, although the prophecies are insufficiently specific about whether that will take affect only after the moon has been cast into the depths of the great volcano, releasing Hell into the realms of Earth.

The prophecies become seriously contradictory when the material starts to cover the First Evil’s reaction to all this. I really cannot quite see how a non-corporeal being could possibly first marry the Sender of Eight and then undergo quite such an acrimonious divorce.

It seems obvious that “marriage” is a metaphor for a purely symbolic union between the premier evils of the time; however, the reasons for the divorce are detailed in the Necrotellicommen and, frankly, these do appear to cast some surprising sidelights on the capabilities of both the beings concerned. (I do feel that a case exists for retranslating the whole of Appendix Two and, possibly, reclassifying it. Syranous the Cynic of Galladifry claimed that his translation of this material is absolutely reliable. On the other hand, Thracydomus asserted that Galladifry is best known for the national cuisine of magic mushrooms.)

There is a further factor. I feel that it is appropriate to take into account that there is considerable controversy over whether the prophecy does mean “The Kraken” (a giant squid with far-reaching tentacles) or whether this was a metaphor for the Internet. In point of fact, The Millennium Bug signally failed to destroy the Internet as predicted in the year 2000, the dawn of the most recent new millennium.

I would therefore postulate that nobody has the faintest idea whether significant events are due to start from 8a.m. on 08.08.08 or whether we will be spared for a further thousand years or two.

In other words, I rather doubt whether it is worth alerting Buffy about this one.

Muse; Rupert Giles,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 333
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You scored as Gandalf

You are Gandalf! This wise, old mage is loyal and brave. He is known for his counsel and advice to his friends and allies during tough times.
"All you have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given to you."


Gandalf


100%

Samwise


75%

Eowyn


75%

Aragorn


69%

Frodo


44%

Arwen


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Pippin


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Gollum


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Faramir


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"When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before." - Mae West

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It is, of course, fairly easy to perceive that Mae West was not a Watcher.

In point of fact, one of the duties of a field Watcher is to make sure that the evils are as known and familiar as possible. The problem with evils that one has not experienced before is that they may do the unexpected. There can also be problems in abolishing an evil – or at least, with whatever replaces the evil in question.

An historical study ),

Sharaleen’s Watcher was commended on his behaviour throughout and suffered so little trauma that he actually continued in active service for a further twelve years.

Personal marginalia, to be deleted. )


I should, perhaps, edit the above and add some of it to the weight of the evidence, when I have time.

Implications for policy. )

Muse; Rupert Giles,
Fandom, BTVS
words, 1,300
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We did not evolve to outlive our children. There is no real mechanism for surviving that..

Where on earth does that quote come from? It seems to be running through my brain and I really cannot imagine why.
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you
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There are, in fact, guidelines in place for Watchers faced with this situation. These can be summarised as, “Avoid this situation at almost all costs but, if unable to take avoiding action, do not wish for any form of vengeance, do not wish for the return of anyone known or suspected to be deceased, and do not assume that the demon, genii or other supernatural being who is making the offer is less intelligent than you are yourself.

The creature may well have thousands, or at least hundreds of years of experience in being a wishing-demon. It is unlikely that the invoker will be able to circumnavigate that.”

From my own experience and observations I would add, “Do not summon a terpsichorean demon on the promise of a happy ending (unless you are prepared to take part in an on-going and potentially embarrassing musical extravaganza.) Do not wish that you could contact someone who is using modern methods to deal with the supernatural unless you are prepared for the side effects. (These may include one’s Slayer effectively joining the army at the behest of a most unpleasant psychology lecturer - or having to tell Harkness that one really does not swing that way rather too often in the course of a mission.)

While it may be true that there are winning strategies in the three wishes scenario it may also be best to add that, if one wishes to take legal advice before entering into the contract, one should take care in selecting the lawyers to be consulted. One should also try to ensure that the genii, demon or other wish-offering entity is not represented by Wolfram & Hart.

Muse; Rupert Giles
Fandom; BTVS
Words; 280
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It is tempting to answer this question with another childhood memory; possibly the day when my father took me to the Farnborough Air Show.

There was nothing disappointing about the show itself, as far as I can recall. I have a vivid memory of deep night and a small bi-plane caught at the junction of searchlight beams like a fly in a spider’s web of light. Then there were two planes, swirling and dodging – they used to call that kind of duel a dog-fight.

(Could I have seen that at Farnborough? That pitch-dark sky, where else could I have seen such a thing? The memory is just … snap-shots; one plane, caught in the lights - then a pair, twisting and sparring, but always within the searchlights’ beams. I have no memory of something falling in flames; nor of a curtain-call final fly-past. Could I have been as old as eight when I saw that?)

In any case, I remember that I told my father that I wanted to be a fighter-pilot as we were returning from the Air Show. He then explained to me that relatively few pilots had survived to the end of the War and that I would have an exciting and far more meaningful job, as an adult.

Oddly, I cannot remember the look on his face. We walked as we talked and, for some reason, perhaps because we were in a strange town, he was holding my hand. I could not keep twisting to look up. His trousers were grey and I simply remember his legs, striding beside me as he told me that my life was already planned and that I would be going away to school in a matter of weeks.

Just the legs in grey trousers and his hand, far larger and stronger than my own, drawing me along the path that I was required to follow.

Yes, they say childhood emotions are the strongest. The above should meet the requirements of the prompt. There is no need to delve into that sudden sinking disappointment with myself when something reminded me of the past, and I was suddenly jolted into wondering just how badly I had failed Faith.

Muse, Rupert Giles,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 345
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You can forgive your enemies or not, that is a matter of individual choice - however, you should never forget their names!
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watcher_diaries: (teatime - percythejock)
I don’t think that I had a safe place as a child; not in the sense that the questioner may mean. Perhaps I rarely felt threatened. Certainly I had my own room from a very young age. Nobody interfered there – at least, that was how I perceived it. My books were undisturbed and it was some years before I realised that dust very rarely removes itself daily and carpet does not repel small items by some form of magic. Certainly I knew that someone else sometimes entered. Grubby clothes discarded into the laundry basket would later appear in my wardrobe, washed and ironed.

Possibly I do myself an injustice. I have difficulty in remembering my very earliest years. Later, of course, there was the loft. I had forgotten that. A fairly near neighbour had a true cottage garden, a riot of giant fuchsias and roses that probably rambled to a far greater extent than a purist would have tolerated. It was unusual after the years of wartime austerity; the “Dig for Victory” campaign had left the average garden almost ready for the plough. The neighbour had turned almost an acre of front garden into a shared vegetable patch, but had kept the tiny back garden as a kind of hidden jewel.

It is my recollection that I found it accidentally. I had read about scrumping for apples and it seemed the kind of thing that I really ought to try. It also seemed a point of pride to eat my loot, but fortunately the neighbour intervened before I could give myself crab apple colic. It seems odd that I let myself be caught and I have only just remembered the reason.

I was astride the main branch of a sturdy old russet when I saw the movement beneath me. I assume that it was a dog-fox. It was far larger than I would have expected and it was moving toward the waste-bins with confidence; then it seemed to perceive something unusual. It did not look up. I could see its head turn and its ears move as it tried to pin-point the source of … when the woman spoke I was so surprised that I almost fell out of the tree! The fox was gone as I started to slide and I expected to be quite literally collared, but instead she said,

“You really should beware of the ants.” I can think of few better deterrents for a young boy in short trousers. I was out of that tree in seconds. I had done a certain amount of damage when scrambling down and we somehow came to an arrangement that I should pick some apples for her(using a ladder. It was cumbersome, but I felt rather pleased to be treated like an adult. I was also quite proud when I learned the techniques for picking apples without bruising the fruit.)

I went on to store them in the loft for her. She showed me how to place and space the fruit – stored apples should never touch or any areas of rot will spread. It is quite true that one rotten apple will spoil a barrel-full.

After that I often took myself off to the loft when the world became a little too much for me. It had a distinctive smell of clean wood, fruit and something indefinable that always made me think of sunshine…

I heard that the whole place was pulled down when they built the motorway and bypass, but I have not been back to see.

Muse; Rupert Giles.
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 585
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Churchill had an enviable gift for summarising motivating speeches into a few words. My father remarked on it many times, and I sometimes think that I can remember the speeches themselves from my childhood. That is not really very likely, of course; the man was at his best during the Second World War.

When I first looked at the quote given I thought it would be easy to write a short piece. It seems to summarise an essential attitude for someone engaged in training Watchers. Then I started to give the wording a little more thought. It actually feels wrong to put my conclusions into words, there are those whom one is reared to consider an inarguable authority – however, with the greatest respect to the memory of Sir Winston, I think I disagree on principle. Churchill’s own great enemies, the Nazis, did what they believed was required of them by the rules of their society. Whether they did their best or not, many of them went to their deaths still claiming that “they were only obeying orders”.

I should not have selected this prompt. Oddly enough, it is not an area in which I am really an expert. I failed to do what was required of me during the Cruciamentum, according the Watchers’ Council of the time. However, I did my best and think I can safely say that all ended well.

More recently, I suppose that activating all the potential Slayers in the attempt to defeat the First Evil seemed to be what was required, at the time. The ending of that is still in considerable doubt.

I look at the quote and all I can think of is, “Required by whom?” Even following our own consciences does not guarantee a good result, but what other guide have we?

Muse, Rupert Giles
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 300

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Mar. 17th, 2008 04:30 am
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My computer has failed completely. I will be back as soon as I can and I do apologise to everyone.
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One of the student Watchers brought a graphic novel to my attention and asked my opinion.

I may have done Xander Harris an injustice when criticising his taste for them.
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This is a more difficult topic than I supposed when I selected it. I have no children (that I know of, and I have tended to be both discreet and careful.) Many Watchers do prefer to avoid that kind of commitment, of course, even after retirement. An active Watcher can expect to attract unpleasant and committed enemies, some of whom may well live long enough to take their grievances to the third and fourth generation.

I have done some things of which I am proud. I trained the child woman who was probably the greatest Slayer of the twentieth century. (Of course, I also had considerable involvement with the whole “Scooby Gang” – and that might be held to be less to my credit by any future historians. At the moment some of the Slayers whom Willow helped to realise their potential are probably more of a threat to their societies than the average vampire, but every age has its problems.)

It seems an odd thing to write, but my greatest legacy may simply be the things that did not happen. The apocalypses that I helped to avert, the hell-dimensions that did not bleed into our own, the Hell-Gods who managed to inflict neither their peculiar moralities nor their extraordinary fashions upon our vulnerable world. There may be people who lived a little longer because of my efforts, there may be those who suffered a little less.

Of course, I will also leave an extensive library of rare books and occult objects, but my personal collection is liable to change with little warning and it will be up to my executors to catalogue that, after my death.

Muse; Rupert Giles.
Fandom; BTVS
Words 276
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William Shakespeare

Gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their Watcher cheap whiles any
speak
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


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watcher_diaries: (laughing-Jess)
What a fascinating question! I wonder what it would have been like to have been reared in a family, and to come from a background, in which that question could be asked in all seriousness?

I suppose this is why it is traditional to recruit Watchers from families who have made this avocation part of their personal traditions. In the old days Watchers came from families who had always been willing to give a child into the battle against evil, just as other families traditionally gave their third or fourth sons to the Church.

My own family was steeped in Watcher tradition and my father explained to me that I was the child of my generation who had been selected to fill that role when I was barely eight years old. The supernatural was simply a part of life, taken for granted, like the hedgerows or the furniture.

One does not ask oneself if one believes in the kitchen table. It is simply there, the place to make and drink one’s tea. One does not ask oneself whether one believes in mice - simply set and empty the traps, or get a good cat. A pentagram is simply a rat-trap with rather differing rules of operation. (Although admittedly one can lose rather more than a finger-nail if it is set up wrongly.)

Possibly this does lead to an on-going communications failure in today’s society, when there are a multiplicity of Slayers from various backgrounds and therefore a pressing need to recruit Watchers by non-conventional means.

Possibly one of the younger Watchers, who was recruited by one of the new initiatives, might answer differently, but to ask me this question is very like asking a child of today’s generation, “Do you believe in computers, in Microsoft, Apple or the internet? Why/Why not?”

(In point of fact, the internet is an inherently unlikely dimension, although I do find that I can suspend my disbelief sufficiently to take part in it, at least to an extent.)

Muse, Rupert Giles,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 330.

OOC

Dec. 19th, 2007 12:33 am
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They did not turn up to install the broadband. My internet access may end in a few days for an unknown period. I don't know what is going to happen about this.
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Sometimes I wonder if I was ever really competent to train even one slayer.

Sometimes I thank heaven that I never had a daughter.

However, I do remember Jenny once pointing out that, since I do not take credit for Buffy’s virtues I should not blame myself for her faults.

In any case, her abysmal taste in men can hardly be laid at my door. I think it might be held to be due to a weak father image, but although Hank Summers was an untrustworthy absentee and I suspect that Buffy had once adored her father he hardly bore comparison with either that sadistic brute Angel or the erratic and unfocused Spike.

However, I really do not know what to write about the present situation. From what Dawn says, Buffy actually proposed to him and frankly, at this point, I am at a loss for what to do about it.

Relationships were never my strong point.
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