Brass Menagerie Notes

Hello, BA here.  Things are going well, apart from a slight cold.  I've been coming out to play Coasterville at Oren's suggestion, but I haven't gotten a great deal of time to play since Oren is using all the face time to play HIS game.  He says he'll try to do better, so I suppose I'll forgive him. 

I do wish I could meet more people.  It'

Savvat speaks.  Have not been here for long time.  Otter asks us to write in diary, so I write.  Do not know what to write, though.  I am thinking of maybe learning new language.  This morning I hear otter and wife singing song together in swahili.   I think maybe I learn swahili so I also can sing beautiful songs.  Yes, beautiful songs in many languages, bu

Hi! I'm Firoz! I'm eating cookies and ice cream cause I did seven sections in my AWANA book and I finished the book and started another book so Dad said I could have cookies and ice cream cause I did so good.  And Mom said I could have a bug on top.  She got chocolate covered bugs in her stocking for Christmas.  I like bugs but Dad doesn't like bugs cause he's not an

Hello.  This is Sunny.  Oren has asked me to take a turn writing in the diary.  I'm not exactly sure what to talk about.  I've never been a text-based kind of guy.  So, I guess 'll start by introducing myself.  I'm a bioluminescent platypus.  I was custom-created to be the friend of an alter in another system who is made of shadow.  It'

Hello.  This is B.A.    Soda Rat to some of you.  I'm scratching my head as I wonder what to do with my life.  What I mean is that I'm ready for a mate.  I don't mean another alter.  I want a physical mate in the real world.  I think the rest of the system is ready for this as well.  The problem is that I simply don't have the time to go

Hi.  this is ChAoS.  I'm taking a break from radio work for the moment.  I realized today that I never come out any more, when someone said they hadn't seen me in such a long time.  I hadn't realized I'd become such a hermit.  I just don't know what to do out here.  By the way, I've conquered my stutter!  Hoorah!  Samantha and Viol

(Barbara) My mother's system forced a picture of me to be taken down again.  I hate them all, especially her.  I wish they would leave us all alone.

Doctor Zimmerman speaking.  I believe we can fit your cookies into our meal plan.  Don't worry.  You'll get your rewards.

I'm Firoz.  Does that mean I can't have cookies when I do my sections?

I think that would be fine if it's only once a week, and if we can get our schedule under control, Friday night would be a great time to go out and socialize.  Even us introverts like to hobnob once in a while.  As for money, I think it could be done if we plan carefully.  We're going to have to get a lot more organized, which means planning out a budget and sticking to it.

ChAoS: Two problems with that, Fnaire.  1: Time.  2: Money.  Besides which, Oren, the one with the worst depression, is an introvert.  I think he'd find socializing that often draining.

Fnaire speaking.  That's something we should all be thinking about.  I've noticed that when depression hits, we all tend to go inside and keep to ourselves.  We really ought to be more supportive, especially of those who have it the worst.   One thing I would like to see us start doing again is alters' night out.  I found it very refreshing to get out and

Merideth speaking.  The problem with your diabetes and depression is that it works in a vicious cycle.  You drink sugar because you're depressed.  The sugar saps your energy, which worsens your depression.  You need an alternate source of comfort, one which does not involve food.  I cannot tell you what that source of comfort should be, as I am not you, save in body.

You're absolutely right, Merideth.  I don't follow your advice like I should.  That's why, at this morning's council meeting, I asked you to be involved in meal planning.

One of the big problems I face is that my willpower tanks when I am depressed, and let's face it, I get depressed a lot.  I use sugar to ease the pain.  It's exactly like alcoh

This's Ralph.  Ease up, doctor lady.  The guy's under a lot of pressure.

As you wish.  This is Doctor Zimmerman, and I am incredibly frustrated that you do not listen to me.  I try and try to warn you of the dangers of high glucose levels when you are severely diabetic, and you say you understand, but then you go and binge on donuts and Coca Cola.  Oren, your kidneys are being damaged.  Your gall bladder is failing.  Your eyes are getting weak,

I haven't been following my own advice.  I keep telling everyone to talk to their alters externally in order to be able to communicate better internally.  Then I keep to myself most of the time and wonder why I'm practically blind in headspace.  So I'm asking the rest of the Brass Menagerie to post to this diary at least once every other month.  Well, this is Oren s

I'm so angry with my roommate.  He told me that the two men he was staying with raped him.  When Ellie started getting involved with them, he had me warn her off.  She didn't believeme.  Now she won't even talk to any of us.  And because he refuses to report the crime, everyone thinks that I am a liar.

Lying is such an insidious sin.  You don't know it's happening until it's over.  I've been lied to so much that I can't figure out who to believe anymore.  I think that's why I like the Menagerie so much.  We can read each others' minds, so lies are impossible.

Oren's stomach rumbled as he walked down the street. He was very hungry and had been for ages. Ahead was the Miamore Cafe, the most popular restaurant in town. As usual, the place was packed. People were standing in line waiting to get in. There stood his good friend Xyie, with his fiance in his arms. Soon they would be dining and having a wonderful time. Xyie waved politely and Or

They say that headspace is more real than the real world.  I wish that were true for us.  For nine months, I have been married to a woman whom I can't see, smell or feel.  Not really.  It's way beyond unsatisfying for both of us.  I'm 41, I've been married for the better part of a year, and I'm still a virgin.  It's not fair. 

I think this is it.  Contractions are getting close together and lasting for the better part of a minute.  I'm going into the Valley hospital now.  Wish us luck!

Fnaire was great today.  She took over driving duties and let me sleep in.  Every once in a while, I'd start to worry about something and she'd say "Honey, you're stressing.  Let me worry about that today."  I love her so much!

I've been thinking a lot about what I said yesterday.  I know full well that hatred is wrong.  But the way I look at it, there are two possible hopes when evil is done.  Either hopethat it is stopped, or hope that it is punished.  Wes, Spartan and Owly have not been stopped.  Is it wrong, then, to want to see them punished?

I cannot express how much I hate alters who abuse their own alters for sexual pleasure.  This is not illustration by extreme,  I literally hate them.  It would give me great satisfactionto see owly mcbeakl go to Hell.  I want her to spend eternity feeling the crushing weight which she's exerting upon my friends to keep them restrained.  I want her rapist, pedophile, po

Spent the day shopping in Sterling with friends.  Had a blast.  Firoz was disappointed that he could not play on the equipment at McDonalds, so we made it up to his by buying him a plush orca.  Our boss (the goat-herding one) went to Wal-mart to get glasses, and was shocked at the price, but then she remembered that she was selling four goats later that day, so she cheered up. 

(Polo is "speaking".  I, Oren, am translating)

My boy is sad.  My boy does not play.  He sits in bed with the covers over his head.  I want boy to play with me.  I try to cheer him up.  He says go away.  Has Polo been bad?  I want to chase the ball and have him throw it. 

 

Since money was short this week, we had a night in instead of a night out.  We rented three movies and spent the day watching them.  It was a flop.  Instead of socializing, we all just stared at the screen.  Firoz got bored during the second movie and went down to the beach to play instead.

Had another alters' night out.  Went bowling.  It was me, Fnaire, Cyril and BA.  I think the cashier must have been curious when I asked for one pair of shoes and four games.  I wonder if anyone noticed four different types of bowling going on, or the eyeglasses going on and off every two frames.  What's important is that we had fun.  Fnaire and I needed to

I came a step closer to fulfilling my purpose today.  After lengthy arguments with Mrs. Tiger, I convinced Oren to step in and broach the subjects which she would not allow me to broach.  Theplan for me now is to merge with Mr. Sixeagles and become Michael Thunderbird.  I expect the experience to be enlightening, or at the least, intriguing.

Oren here.  We finally had our alters' night out.  We went roller skating.  It was a blast.  The ride to the rink took about an hour, so we sang along to some Christmas songs.  Outside, we took turns singing.  inside, we were a busload of people singing boistrously together.  Some of us were reluctant to skate.  Merideth didn't want to skate at all.&

Bon jour.  Je suis Tres Sixeagles.  I am very concerned for my unborn child.  She is very restless.  Her body is constantly moving within me.  (Virtual body-Oren)  Oui.  Her virtual body is moving but I feel it physically.  We have looked upon her with the vision once belonging to the agent Phil.  What we see is very confusing.  She appears to be m

This is Soda Rat, AKA BA.  I'm still having a hard time figuring out what good I am.  What I mean is, why am I here?  I thought I was the proverbial "old man", you know, the one God kills off when somebody gets saved?  I guess i was wrong because i accepted God and I'm still here.  I just don't know what I'm here for.  My schtick is that I

Fnaire here today.  I guess you could say I'm feeling a little put out.  That is, taken advantage of and put aside.  Tonight was supposed to be our alters' night out.  Dueto lack of funds, it turned into an alters' night in.  We went to Redbox and rented a movie for a dollar.  The plan was for the lot of us to watch it together and socialize.  Then

We're trying not to post more than one entry a day, lest it become ridiculously bogged down.  Fnaire and i tossed a coin to see who would get to post today.  I won.

Well, we finallygot Cyril his rock polishing grit.  He's really excited and can't wait to start using his tumbler.

I went to the hospital today (in headspace) and spoke with Merideth about Tre

I am not normally one to express myself publicly.  Tonight, however, I wish to let the world know of my love for my bride, Mrs. Tres Sixeagles.  Tres, you have transformed me from a virtualstatue, cool and stone-like, into a man who feels the blood racing through his veins as the creator intended.  You have given me a reason for being.  You have filled me with gladness. 

Today is the first day on the new schedule.  So far, it's working pretty well.  We had to cut swim time because the roads were covered in snow, the car battery died and Ogallala is toofar away to drive using a spare tire.  Savvat was disappointed, but we'll make it up to him.  We used the extra time to catch up on some much needed sleep.  I didn't fall aslee

Fnaire is always saying she's a marshmallow.  I don't think I'm any better.  Today, we were eating pizza.  Fnaire always smothers at least one piece with cayenne pepper flakes.  My moth really started to hurt.  "Ow ow ow!" I said.  Mom asked what was wrong.  I told her about the pepper flakes.  She said "Well you're the one who

Up to now, I've been posting news of daily happenings in the general forum, but I noticed that there are an inordinate number of posts from us, so i figured this might be better.

Last night, we had a family meeting in order to discuss scheduling and time budget.  I think we've managed to make time for everyone's responsibilities and interests.  We've had to do a