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[profile] [Monday
December 31st, 2012 at 12:00am]
That Coyote's at my door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!".
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow.
Now he's got a woman at home.
( He's got another woman down the hall. )
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[35] [Saturday
October 23rd, 2010 at 1:50pm]
Rope: $6.49
Hunting knife: $99.99
Whiskey: $17.99
Having a mate who'll tie you down and cut a bullet out of your shoulder: Priceless.

For everything else, there's rabies.
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[34] [Monday
October 11th, 2010 at 10:29pm]
Why Reconsider Columbus Day?

This is not just about history. This is still a relevant issue today.

By honoring Columbus with a federal holiday, our government continues to vehemently insult Native Americans and perpetuates a philosophy of racism and domination.

So please....

Please speak up, take a stand, and help eradicate Columbus' name from the federal calendar.

Take time to honor the people who were really here first by petitioning for a nationally recognized Indigenous holiday.

Pray for those around the world and right here in our own country who are victims of exploitation and racism.

http://www.reconsidercolumbusday.org/

( Reconsider Columbus Day Presented by Nu Heightz Cinema )

There are currently over 57,000 signatures on a petition to make a nationally recognized indigenous holiday. I'm not too drunk right now to realize that this should be getting a lot more publicity than it is. But we've all gotten used to being invisible, so it's nothing new that the media would rather talk about whether or not a politician did or didn't dabble in witchcraft.

Yeah, not even remotely drunk enough yet to handle today in any sort of a mature manner. Leave maturity to Eagle and Bear; the Tricksters are going to get fucked up and pass out.
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[33] [Sunday
October 10th, 2010 at 10:33am]
No class tomorrow. Planning on staying home and getting truly, incredibly fucking drunk and hopefully passing out before noon to avoid the inevitable headache like an axe in the skull. Alternative plan: Light everything on fire.

It just has to fall on my anniversary, doesn't it? Doesn't it? Because the universe exists solely to make me feel like a trampled carcass.

There are no protests in New York and I can't be assed to go to Colorado for one day. Though it would certainly make me feel better to be in the presence of like-minded enraged individuals.

Actually, I think I'm going to get a head-start on that incredibly fucking drunk thing.
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[32] [Saturday
October 2nd, 2010 at 12:58am]
Eleven days and counting.

It's like I've got this itch, just waiting for it to roll around. It falls on a Wednesday this year; I've already taken the day off work. Thought about taking Thursday off too, but I'll just have to celebrate early. It won't be as lonely as last year. My brothers are here, my family is here and I won't be cooped up in a cold apartment with leftover pizza and a fireplace the keeps going out.

A year. Fuck, I can't believe we've lasted a year.
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[Wednesday
September 22nd, 2010 at 10:46pm]
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[31] [Thursday
September 9th, 2010 at 4:35pm]
I had something to say about some fucktard trying to tax Native American's cigarette sales, but I've suddenly lost all interest in talking about it. You'll have that. Idiots.

Instead I'm going to sit here and wonder how in the world my students are stupider this year than they were last year. I'm not holding your fucking hands through a semester of Early American History or Native American Folklore. You're all big boys and girls, I'm sure you can handle it without someone having to validate you every time you sneeze.

You know what? No. World, you're awesome. I'm the asshole, obviously. So if anyone needs me I'll be in my office trying to remind myself why burning the whole place down isn't a good idea.
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[30] [Saturday
September 4th, 2010 at 11:02pm]
Successful on all counts.

Not that I'm surprised, it's just nice to be able to confirm that I've still got it in me. The start of something new and amazing? I think so. Now we just have to make sure the boys don't kill each other in fits of jealousy.
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[29] [Sunday
August 29th, 2010 at 9:33pm]
I'll be going into the woods for a few days for a ceremony and because of that I'll be falling completely off the grid. If there's an emergency, get in contact with Quetzalcoatl and he'll handle it.

I'll be back in plenty of time for the first day of classes, so don't worry about me being a bad professor.

[Eddie]
Are you sure you're ready for this? Not to late to back out if you're having second-thoughts.

[Danny]
Take care of Quetz while I'm gone and don't leave the air conditioning up too high at night or you'll start finding snake skin all over the place in the morning and that's really nasty to wake up to. Next Monday is all your day, pup - to make up for my absence all this week.
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[28] [Sunday
August 22nd, 2010 at 5:51pm]
Well I'll be damned... Ask someone to look into something and they actually fucking look into it. Isn't that novel? And not only did I get what I wanted, but I damn near got it gift-wrapped and delivered to my door with a big, shiny bow.

I think this fall is going to be considerably more interesting than last fall.

[Private to Quetzalcoatl, viewable by Danny]

Not sure if Elena told you or not, but you know how I asked Elena to look into finding some of my people within her network, someone who showed an interest in my legends? I'll be damned, but she found one. Met him today. He seems like a rather spectacular prospect, actually. Strong enough.

I think this is going to be fun.

( Delivered to Elena )
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[27] [Friday
August 20th, 2010 at 11:00am]
Two and a half weeks before classes start. I honestly don't know what bug of insanity bit me the day I decided that it would be fun to be a professor, but it's at times like this - when department heads want to see curriculum and you can't make last-minute adjustments to your required reading anymore - that I truly want to rip someone's head off.

I have to go through the same thing every semester - some moron administrator bitching at me about how they have to special order the required reading for my class and why can't I just use the perfectly good books the other early American history professors have used. Because, dumbass, I teach a bunch of smartass grad students about Native American history and I would appreciate it if my textbooks weren't completely white-washed - and unfortunately, to do that, you have to buy books that weren't written by a bunch of white guys. And they just don't seem to get it. It might not be my objective to harp on about all the inhuman atrocities that have been done to my people, but I'd appreciate it if they weren't completely ignored in favor of being "patriotic".

Someone needs to learn to pick their battles and, in doing so, learn not to pick battles with me. I don't like having to argue my point - it isn't enjoyable to me to have to go up against blatant ignorance. It's frustrating. I'd much rather if people would just leave me to do things the way I've been doing them since the beginning of time. Let me tell my stories, let me teach the ways to people who want to learn. Let me live the only way we know how to live. What's so difficult about that? But everyone wants to save the poor, uneducated savages.

Oh well, I get to see my brother today. There's one thing to look forward to, at least.
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[26] [Thursday
August 5th, 2010 at 2:39am]
I smell gah-tso...

Tricky, tricky little bunny foo-foo but I can sniff you out. You won't get your one-up on me this time. It's time to play.

Easier if you just tell me exactly where you are now.

[Edit; Private to Quetzalcoatl & Danny, Viewable by Elena]

My brother is here, the floppy-eared sonofabitch. I believe a challenge has been issued, so if you need me I'll be hunting him down. The best things about rabbits is that they smell like dessert.
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[25] [Monday
August 2nd, 2010 at 8:38pm]
This feels... good. But dammit, I really want to know when it's all going to blow up in my face.

The moment things start going my way I know that it's about to take a downhill turn. Nothing can be this good without something, somewhere, gearing up to fuck me over. And maybe thousands of years of getting my ass handed to me - sometimes literally - has made me a little paranoid, but I just want to know what's going to happen so I can brace for it and maybe so I can save a shard of this thing that's actually making me feel pretty damn good right now.

So I worry, yes, I worry... It's been almost a year and that's longer than anyone's ever stuck around. And through a winter already, no less. I just feel it under my skin. Something is going to happen and I wish it would just happen and get over with already.
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[24] [Tuesday
July 27th, 2010 at 9:39pm]
Well, it's no hidden waterfall, but let it never be said I don't know how to get laid and be a little bit romantic doing it. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, though, because nothing can ever work out for me this well without some unfortunate pitfall being attached somewhere.

( Email to Daniel Crane )
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[23] [Thursday
July 15th, 2010 at 2:20pm]
Iroquois Nationals lacrosse team denied entry to England for tournament.

Apparently I.C. passports and a waiver from the U.S. Secretary of State isn't as good as some scrap of paper that any Dick could get. Apparently perfectly legitimate paperwork isn't good enough at all for the U.K. Or maybe they just don't want a Native American team coming into their country and kicking their asses at lacrosse. You know, the game that we invented a thousand years ago. So we're going to miss the first game of the tournament because of these idiots. Way to go, England! You just can't stop fucking us over if you wanted to, could you?

Get a U.S. passport, you say. Get a Canadian passport, you say. It's not like your land isn't in both countries at once, you say. You want to know how our land is in both countries at once? It's because we're a sovereign nation. Gee, we're playing in an international tournament as a country unto ourselves and have been recognized as such - with our own citizens, land and language. And yet for some reason you refuse to accept our country's passports.

You can all get bent. Goddammit I hate you all right now.

And today started out as so good.
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[22] [Sunday
July 4th, 2010 at 2:18pm]
Fucking British moving onto my land and killing my people and taking my territory and having the fucking gall to call it theirs just when we were starting to work shit out with the goddamn Spanish and then starting a fucking war for their independence like they have any idea what it feels like to be held captive by a nation larger and stronger than yours and then celebrating the constant hatred, bigotry and downtrodding of every people who stood in their way with semi-legal Mexican fireworks while they bitch and moan about dubious immigration and how their greed is causing the destruction of the world, screaming GOD BLESS AMERICA at the top of their lungs. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD YOU GODDAMN KIDS.

and FUCK YOU TOO.
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[21] [Monday
June 21st, 2010 at 3:34am]
Oh, The Onion. You never fail to provide me with amazing, amazing laughs. In this installment...

( Do glass pipes and incense prove teens are practicing shamanism? )

So I sent him to military school. But there he was possessed by the trickster god Coyote that makes boys want to kiss other boys. Damn, I've been found out. Guess I need to find a new place to trick boys into kissing other boys.

I can almost feel the stoners Googling my name just to see if I really do that.
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[20] [Monday
June 7th, 2010 at 3:29am]
éi-yá nei-yee ya-nga ya-nga ya-nga
They were given, they were given.

Ah, the cusp of spring and summer - where all the adorable little baby animals are out frolicking in blissful ignorance innocence. I do so enjoy this season!

[Private to Quetzalcoatl]

I'm going hunting. I'll be back tomorrow night. Take whatever is left of those hearts out of the freezer and thaw them for me us. There is no need to cook them, I want real flesh between my teeth.

There's also a journal on the coffee table. I need you to deliver it to Elena.

( Voicemail to Elena )
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[19] [Sunday
May 23rd, 2010 at 2:09pm]
Got into Ohio last night after driving a fucking zillion hours straight on no sleep. For once my ability to exert myself more than a normal person paid off. Even a shitty cheap hotel bed felt damn nice after all that, though. Still, I very nearly almost missed a meeting I had this morning with some event organizer who basically just needed to had me a check for the preservation committee out west. And then one of the guys from CoRE wanted to take me to lunch, which required me to explain to him the potentially horrible way a person could die if they didn't fast for at least a day before doing this. The look on his face was worth the explanation.

And now I'm sitting around, waiting, bored out of my skull and still plotting future evil. My demo is at 4. It's 3:15 now. As soon as the room clears out I need to go work on putting everything together, but that still gives me 15 minutes of evil-plotting before I have to ram sharp hooks through rather tender parts of my body.

Would it be a total disservice to the nature of the convention if I didn't leave here with a new tattoo? I know a guy here who does it the old-fashioned way and I'm pretty sure it would draw a lot of attention to his booth to have some guy laid out on his table getting worked on in a highly unsanitary and relatively painful manner. Of course it would be fun for us and that's really the only thing that matters at the end of the day. On the other hand, I have a very good idea for something else... Guess I know what I'll be thinking of while I'm strung up, eh?
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[18] [Sunday
May 16th, 2010 at 4:00pm]
[Private]
Oh. Oh right. Bad ideas. I have them...

[Private to Antigone]
Hey sweetheart, I'm sure you know a lot more about your dad than he does or is willing to share in "therapy" therapy. I was thinking we should have lunch sometime. You game?
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[17] [Saturday
May 15th, 2010 at 10:55am]
I'm sort of almost glad that classes are over. It dramatically decreases my day-to-day stress and desire to maul people, but it also means that now I have nothing to do except for pick feathers out of everything Quetzalcoatl touches. I'll never figure out what to do with myself during the summers when I don't have Masters classes to teach. I keep busy to keep out of trouble. I'm not even remotely busy and I'm already getting anxious and having ideas. I can tell this isn't going to end well for anyone.

I guess Hell City is in a couple of weeks so maybe I could amuse myself with "training" for my demonstration? Or not. It's not like I haven't been doing the ritual longer than man can remember.

But you should all be proud of me, I did not defile my TA this semester. This summer, however, is an entirely different story. Wait- He can't see this, can he?
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[16] [Wednesday
April 21st, 2010 at 6:04pm]
Two shots in the back of my thigh this morning and three more over the next two weeks will luckily prevent me from looking like the living dead at any point in the near future. But it was worth it.

At least it isn't CJD or mange.

Quetzalcoatl? Am I allowed back in the house now that I'm not rabid anymore? Do we have any of that heart meat left because I'm seriously hungry enough to eat the ass-end out of a dead buffalo and I'd really like some hearts.
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[Monday
April 19th, 2010 at 11:46pm]
Due to his completely lovely run-in with Lyssa, anyone looking for Coyote for the next couple of days will be unable to locate him (or her) unless they're the type to not mind finding an actual coyote curled up on their couch, in which case they quite possibly will. Don't worry, he's not rabid. Any creature he touches, on the other hand...
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[15] [Tuesday
April 13th, 2010 at 12:09pm]
Spring is here and that means that business is picking up. The relatively decent girls (which is to say, the girls doing it to support a lifestyle and not a habit and who have the option of going indoors on the colder months) are back out in their tallest heels and shortest skirts doing what they do best.

I took a couple of personal days off from the university so I could concentrate on things here at COYOTE after one of my students mentioned that he'd read something-or-other about how Coyote cursed those who were disrespectful to him with things like... rabies and sexual frenzy and how he had domain over the prostitutes. And while I knew this - because I fucking did it - I had forgotten my own responsibilities. Again. So to hell with classes this week, I have girls to take care of.

I had debated going out there with them, but after spending a couple thousand years turning tricks, it's lost its amusement. So I'll let the professionals do the work and I'll just stay retired. And I think my mate would appreciate being the only one to get his coils around this body anyhow.
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[14] [Tuesday
April 6th, 2010 at 11:06pm]
It appears that I don't heal quite as well as I used to, judging by the holes in my chest. You'd think that after two days they'd be gone - they used to be gone in a matter of minutes - but I don't seem to have that much power anymore. Not that I haven't noticed this steady decline over time, but people just don't believe the way they used to anymore. There aren't vision quests anymore and the old ceremonies have all died or are dying, and it's affecting us. Making us go stir-crazy in need of a battle or a journey.

Shit. That wasn't what I wanted to talk about.

I was talking about the convention. The wounds from the suspension hooks haven't healed completely yet. The benefit of this, I suppose, is that when my students asked to see the marks this morning, I actually had something to show them. No, I'm not above taking my shirt off in the middle of class. I'm not above doing a lot of things in class that involve partial nudity. But I wouldn't be the wily professor they all know and love if I didn't do things like that.

All in all, I think it was a successful demonstration. I did forget that I was supposed to still look like I was breathing for a while and scared the hell out of some people, but it's all part of the experience. I think.
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