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Apologies to khanfused, whom I apparently wronged in a previous post, anonymously though it was.

Note to those who might be wondering... a few things you ought to know

I do NOT think I'm the damned Kwisatz Haderach or even the Mahdi. Any time I say otherwise, I'm either joking or mean something other than the literal. I'm quite aware I'm little more than a normal person who is a great frigging huge geek.

Yes, I changed my last name to Atreides -- 13 years ago, when I was FAR more pretentious than I am now. In some ways, I wish I hadn't, but it's too much hassle to change now, especially as I'm entering into near-middle-age.

Yes, I love the frell out of the Dune saga. No, that doesn't signify anything except that I admire the hell out of good writing.

Yes, it IS irritating as hell that no solicitor who calls my house seems able to pronounce Atreides.

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Well. My Attbi account has stopped responding. So you'll now have to use atreidesmr@yahoo.com if you wish to contact me for the time being.

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I'm feeling REALLY homesick. I want to feel the ocean wind on my face.

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I'm trying to reclaim who I was when I lived in the Haven -- selectively, at any rate. I'm reclaiming the bits of me that have fun, and enjoy the world, and don't worry about every tiny problem until I can feel my blood pressure rise.

I love this song:

O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.


The Hills are bare now,
And Autumn leaves
lie thick and still,
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.


Those days are past now,
And in the past
they must remain,
But we can still rise now,
And be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.


Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again