Hey, y'all. It's been a while, but I'm back in South Carolina again. YEAH!!! I was at the beach a couple days ago and I got knocked over by a wave, so I have this huge scrape on my knee. (Not like you care.) And my friend apparently doesn't know how to put sunscreen on, so I can't lay on my back now. (Again, not like you care.)

Anyway, before all that fun stuff, we flew down from PA. We got to airport over two hours early, because Mom thought the flight was about an hour earlier than it was actually scheduled for. So, we spent some time being bored and after lunch, I ducked into a bookstore and bought the long version of Episode II. I started reading it and it took about twenty pages at least to get the beginning of the movie. The chase through Coruscant was considerably longer and described in wonderful detail. Long story short (and no, I'm not telling you any more about AOTC), it's a great book and if you have any interest in science fiction at all, you should read it.

Well, this is my last entry from SRU. Tomorrow, we showcase everything we did these past two weeks and then run away for the comfort of sleeping in a/c. (Harner Hall isn't air conditioned and my roommate turned my fan off.) I think I've written more poems this week than I have in the seventh and eighth grades (summer in between included) combined.
I got enough courage to speak at the Java Rock cafe last night and I read my poems "Hard Way" and "True Love From a Tramp" as well as the introduction to "Reeses." I might submit these to SOTI to publish them on the web, but I'm not sure. (Site's www21.brinkster.com/ceono unless they change it.) There was so much cigarette smoke in that one room that I got a headache as well as the inspiration for another poem, "Baka." (In case you don't know, Baka is the Japanese word for idiot or moron, both of which are used in my poem.)
Well, I may come on every now and then and say stuff, but until I feel like talking again, have a good day and a nice life!

Don't you hate it when you're in the campus cafeteria, talking to one of your teachers and you realize that you have six minutes to get to your class? So it takes you two minutes to take your tray up and get out the door. You walk quickly until you get to a place you can run, so you run to the building where your class is. By then you're out of breath and you hurry up the stairs and speed walk to the room, get in and someone says that you're late. You look at your watch and tell them that you still have a minute and thirty seconds (even though it's closer to a minute and twenty seconds by the time you get it out of your mouth). Then the guy temporarily in charge says "It's okay. Mr. Dittman's not here today anyway." Yeah, me too.

I met someone here at SRU that thinks she knows my soul mate. (I don't readily believe in soul mates, so I'm inclined to not believe her.) So I e-mailed him something starting with: "You don't know me. I don't know you." He e-mailed me back something to the effect of "I don't know you and I'm going to spend some time figuring out who you are, make sure you're not some stalker." So I replied, of course, with an answer to the other questions in his e-mail. It should be interesting to see how this plays out and I may just use this experience in some future story that I write.
Anyway, my buddy here says that this guy is a big scifi fan, including Star Wars and Stargate SG-1, which are my two favorites.

Okay, for all of you people that I told to come here, I'm going to redirect you to http://www.sru.edu/depts/artsci/saa/2003/hypertext/hypertext_fiction_2003.htm.

For the rest of you... I'm going to do a "You know you've watched too much Stargate when..." These are my theories about Goa'uld and Tok'ra anatomy as it relates to a human host's body. (Yes, I may be slightly crazy and I definately have too much time on my hands. That's what happens when you spend two hours on a school bus from Slippery Rock to Cleveland and back.)

-As anyone who's seen the right episode of Stargate SG-1 knows, Goa'ulds occasionally have glowing eyes. I think this is caused by a chemical imbalance when the symbiote takes over. The purpose of this chemical is probably to suppress the host's mind and their control over the body.
-The symbiote can heal its host's body. When they blend, the symbiote (Goa'uld or Tok'ra) most likely takes over the immune system, reinforcing it so that you basically have an intelligent being controlling what is normally taken care of by genetic code. It may control or suplement the pituitary gland.

If you have any other ideas on this subject, feel free to find a way to tell me.
***That's all folks!***

My friend owns a website called S.O.T.I., Skits On the Internet. (www21.brinkster.com/ceono). So far, it's a really cool site and it looks really good, but recently, they've been having trouble with brinkster. So just for future reference, brinkster is a really annoying host.
Speaking of hosts, I've gotten really far in my fanfic called Reeses, which you can read at the site above. If you're interested, it's based on Stargate SG-1 and it's about a Tok'ra who lives on Earth. It's her job to find new hosts for symbiotes whose current hosts are dying. Basically, she gets in trouble with the NID and has to rescue her fellow Tok'ra's son. It's far from finished and tomorrow, I'll give you the site that has the most complete copy.

So summer is here and I've gone swimming a whole two times. ...wow... That's pretty pitiful, isn't it?

If anyone reading this knows about Creation, good for you. For the rest of you, I'm going to do some free advertising. Creation East is awesome, especially on Saturday night, when you see 50 to 70 thousand people holding lit candles up above their heads when you're out in the middle of nowhere and there are no other lights. It's also pretty cool to hear all the people singing the chorus to "Breakfast" by the Newboys. This year, we were almost as loud as the people with the mikes!

Oh, by the way, about the poem I shared yesterday... ... um... I'm not crazy and I don't live in an insane asylem. I just get really creeped out in basements that have only one window one foot high by two feet wide. I like light, natural light and... where it isn't, I get creeped out. That's all. (By the way, my dog, Ted, he sees them!)

I'm still enjoying staying at Slippery Rock. I got really inspired in Poetry class this morning and wrote a poem about paranoia that I'll share with you. It's called "THEM."
Something's here./No, someone./ Empty basement,/ void of life./ Me and Ted,/ we're not alone.
Still shadows./ A noise./ I jump./ Air conditioning.
Swinging string,/ yards away./ Silence burning/ in my ears.
Until
The someone/ hates silliness./ CD player skips.
Three of us./ Not alone./ Someone else:/ a fourth./ Their spouse?
Living near/ a cemetary./ New house.
Number four./ He likes us./ Helps us./ Fixes things./
His wife./ She likes Mom./ Not me./ I should leave.

Feel free to tell me what you think. It's still a work in progress. Maybe tomorrow, I'll share the one about my dog. Later.

Obviously, the name of this site is "Science Fiction and Me." I chose this for the reason that I am a huge scifi fan. I especially love Star Wars and Stargate and have written fanfics based on both of these.
I'm working on one of them, "Reeses," while I'm here at Slippery Rock. Basically, it's about a girl who became a Tok'ra when she was fourteen and is now living on Earth and finding new hosts for other Tok'ra.

I think scifi, in general, helps people to think outside of the box. It allows authors to put any kind of person in any position for any reason and it's still logical. Because it usually takes place in space, it adds a whole other dimension to writing and movie-making. You can make things as funny or as serious as you want. For example, in the first fanfic I wrote, "Hot Pink," I had the new member of a shipping company (named Baka, which is the Japanese word for idiot) paint the guy's cabin of a small ship hot pink. It's a kind of situational comedy that would probably not be possible in any other genre. Depending on the premise of the work, you could also include more normal jokes. For example, in one episode of Stargate SG-1, Daniel told Jack, "This tastes like chicken."
"That's a bad thing?"
"It's macaroni and cheese."
If you haven't noticed, I love things that are funny. I mean, the best books aren't all jokes; they have serious parts and a serious plot, but they have a lot of jokes, things to laugh at. In fact, for all the things I've written so far (except one), I've named them after the main joke in the book. Hot Pink: Baka painted the guy's cabin hot pink. Reeses: Jack calls one of the Tok'ra (Sarah and Vinnet) Reeses.

I was reading some "hypertext" called "(N)o dead trees" at http://www.wsu.edu:8080/~amerstu/573/siva.html. It was really interesting, as in "maybe if I read that again, it'll make sense"-interesting. Basicially, it's a hypertext about hypertexts and it's really wordy and philosophical, not to mention dramatic. I liked it, but it had no capitalization and some of the sentences didn't make sense.
In one sentence: It was cool, but what's it mean?