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[08 Feb 2002|01:57am] |
Gratuitous male flesh.
Liya's Prince Charming.
It took me over 8 minutes to type this one post.
This is a sign from God. I'm going to bed.
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::Cries::
I hate insomnia. I can't wait till we can afford at least some of my medications again. This SUCKS.
Christ. 5 am. What's the damn point in going to bed NOW?
Stayed awake so friggin long, now I'm hungry. And awake. And grouchy. And uncomfortable.
5 am.
My brain is doing the "Sucks to be you!" dance. I'm wide-awake, miserably so, but I no longer have any power of concentration left to me. Focus, kaput, right out the window.
Man, I'd settle for groggy right now. Something. Anything. Anything other than This. Feh.
Insomnia, oh insomnia,
I really should be in bed
Oh insomnia, insomnia,
They say it's all in your head.
I cannot sleep, or close my eyes
but my stupid brain is paralyzed
Insomnia, insomnia ...
I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Thing 2 is laughing in her sleep. Seriously. "Heh. Hee hee. Heh."
This scares me more than you can possibly imagine.
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[07 Feb 2002|03:40am] |
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 nichevo, your email from AOL JUST got to me.
How many hours after you sent it?
Oy.
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[06 Feb 2002|03:30pm] |
Figured I'd try one more time to try to dye my hair blonde. Picked out a nice champagne blonde that's supposed to do the lightening work by itself.
My hair is even redder than before. Blonde is nowhere to be seen.
Unless I decide to go with brown or black, I'm pretty much stuck with some shade of red.
Sigh.
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[05 Feb 2002|02:29pm] |
The snow is sticking now. Everything is white.
And it's still coming down. Steady. Not the big fluffy flakes of earlier, but so much so hard that at first glance it looks like it's raining.
But it's snow.
We might survive the summer after all.
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[05 Feb 2002|12:37pm] |
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Guess I gotta forgive the groundhog all his past errors.
Snowed here today. Snow. Big fat fluffy flakes.
Course, 99% of it is already gone, but it snowed.
Cool.
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[04 Feb 2002|02:53am] |
Links and all that.
Still waiting for the Amy-partner to check out this attempt at Brendan. I'm pretty damn happy with the way he turned out, but can't really make a final without hearing from her. Didn't want to go on with all of the work required to do the full "portrait" like the Liya shot until I knew something.
Uh. I think I'm babbling now. Whatever.
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[03 Feb 2002|12:02am] |
Uh. Well.
It's terimom's fault. She talked me into it.
So you don't get confuzled, the following link is to a Twilight Zone version of Liya and Ali.
Some new posts up at paradigm_shift.
They kinda finish rounding off the intro that we left a bit in the lurch when my partner got dragged off into that godawful place called Work. So, other than the fact that the third party of the story hasn't completed their side of the intro, it's at least to the point that you know what's behind the chaos to come.
Leave it to me to always find the overachievers of life to RP with. If it isn't Amy trying to do her Microsoft certs, it's Susan and med school (and now the Path lab), or Dav and law school and now Navy JAG. Glutton for punishment, that's me.
Since Paradigm is set as a shared journal, if you peek, by following the user icons you can get to the Real Story which is even more painfully backlogged than this one. I might be sliding back into the mood though, and be able to at least get the current wrench in the works logged in -- the return of Dax.
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[02 Feb 2002|08:29pm] |
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On another more cheerful bright smiley happy Pooka front ...
sorchawench, TMF, and Mom came over today. YAY! Weren't here nearly long enough, which I suppose goes without saying. I miss my Sorcha,
Did a bad thing, though. I introduced her to World Market. Bad, bad Pooka. Heh.
BUT ...
pixelpusher, do you remember the futile search for the twigs a few months back?
I FINALLY FOUND EM! World Market had them in for the very firstest time, and I am a happy little Pooka. Oh bliss, oh joy.
Les Sarments du Medoc Dark Chocolate Raspberry Twigs. But no, these are unlike any normal chocolate raspberry confection -- there's no icky gel filling. The raspberry is in the chocolate itself, formed into a narrow 6" twig of chocolate heaven.
Bitter and sweet are perfectly balanced in the chocolate, the raspberry isn't overwhelming, and it's not a Pig Out indulgence either. A single twig is a fabulous treat. They are dreadfully rich, which is excellent because if I had more than 1-2 at a time, my migraines would have to protest.
I am in Happy Chocolate Pooka Heaven.
(Oh yes. They do have mint twigs, too. But ... but ... YUM, raspberry without goop!)
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[02 Feb 2002|07:49pm] |
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There are people in the world who Do Not Get It.
Some of these people never will Get It. Ever.
Some have to be hit with a very heavy Cluex4 to Get it. Even then, they may have trouble with Getting It.
There are those who just haven't heard it put the right way, and so do not Get It but have a good chance of both Getting and Retaining It.
For those, here is a short, quick and dirty primer.
- The world does not revolve around you.
- No matter how hard you try, the world will never revolve around you. You're
a person, not a red giant.
- Attempting to force others to treat you as though the world revolved around
you will only leave you lonely, bitter, and living with many many cats that
will feast on your flesh when you die lonely, bitter, and forgotten.
- Attempting to force others to treat you as though the world revolved around
you will seriously Piss People Off.
- Nobody likes a busybody. Really. Remember Mrs Kravitz? If you're too young
to remember, we're too old to give a fuck. Walk away, m'kay?
- The world does not revolve around you.
- Approximately 99.9999999% of the world couldn't possibly care any less about
your saga. No matter how you dress it and apply makeup, save the drama for
your mama because everyone else is basically already bored shitless with hearing
you do the same song and dance every fucking single day.
- You can only do the same thing so many times and still have someone
believe it. People do talk. People do remember. It's called a Reputation.
I know that's a big word. It means something important.
- Two or three different faces in public just makes you look stupid. Saying
one thing on one front, then something entirely different on another,
and saving a completely different face for another -- while keeping all
public -- not only makes you look stupid, but everyone will eventually
catch on that you're just about as sharp as a sack of wet mice because
you can't keep your story straight.
- Lies don't get better with more embellishment. You will get caught.
- "No," really means "No." It does not mean Yes. It does
not mean Maybe. It does not mean "please whine at me till I change my
mind." It does not mean "please stalk me and follow me everywhere
and give me no rest at all until I finally tell you yes out of sheer fear
for my life."
No means No. No. N-O. Look it up sometime.
- The world does not revolve around you.
- The world does not revolve around you. I cannot stress this point enough.
Say it with me. "The world does not revolve around me." Knew you
could do it.
Quit while you're still not as behind as you could be.
You gave up being ahead a long damn time ago.
Brat.
(And no, dahlink, this isn't about YOU at all. Kiss kiss, lovey.
The guilty one wouldn't know if this post sauntered up, spit in their face and bit them in the throat, but I felt the need to rant about it anyway.)
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I was not aware that TV stations still BLEEPED content outside of newscasts. Think about it. Instead of bleeping, they usually dub over it -- creating bad lip-synching almost as much fun as watching old KungFu movies.
Watching "Alien Nation" on AMC. BLEEP. BLEEP. BLEEP.
I didn't remember there really being anything in it severe enough TO bleep.
Curiouser and curiouser, sez me.
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[01 Feb 2002|07:24pm] |
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Once upon a time, there was a little red Pooka.
And the reason the Pooka was red was because she was very very annoyed.
People that the Pooka liked and cared for were suffering from a terrible infestation of Buttinincus Rudeacious Bothersome, commonly known as Fucktard Brownies.
These damn brownies saw fit to stick their noses into the business of Pooka's friends as though they actually knew what was going on. They demanded, they insulted, they made sly insinuations, and caused these friends to be hurt, when they only wanted to try to resolve how their lives were going. They told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on and so on until so many ignorant people were involved that Pooka's friends started to think they really were crazy.
This pissed the Pooka off.
Pooka is putting on her butt-kicking boots.
Don't be a butthead. Butt the fuck out already.
Grr.
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Thing 2 has been repeating "Hokey Pokey" over and over and over and over with no other words for the last half hour solid. Try to imagine this in your head, in total monotone, with no pause for breathing.
Thing 1 is screaming like someone stabbed her in the foot and pulling her hair and throwing paper because her sister won't shut up to let her do homework. Had Thing 1 come home and done her homework instead of running off for "rehearsal" for the talent show that I was basically told I couldn't attend (ahem), this wouldn't be a problem. Now it's after her bedtime, and she's still screwing around AND fighting with her sister.
DG won't stop screaming at the kids for not shutting up, but otherwise goes right back to his game without actually doing anything other than screaming.
Me, I'm looking up plane flights outta here.
Is this what you call Cabin Fever?
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Full size original linked to it.
Starting place for a series of character portraits. Dax and Ali are next. Need to yak with Doc Katie if I can find her overworked player around so I can add the good Doc to the motley crew.
I figure Dax's shadow profile will have the Nordic long hair, braids, maybe even some face paint, something appropriately period, then have him with gun in hand and a sword across his back. Meybe do the secondary version of his name in Ogham or runes.
Torn on Ali's. Can't decide if I want to do a pure shadowcat, or a half-shifted version for the profile yet. Decisions, decisions. So, Amy, if yer reading this in your (HAH HAAHHAHA) free time (more laughter), gimme a shout on your idea.
Might even eventually do Brendan and Max. Who knows.
Hell, might even get silly enough and do Bree and Tarin this way too.
No real content here, just pictures and babbles. I required DG's help to get out of bed today. It's Been Bad. Like, Real Bad.
But the storm hit about an hour ago, which makes my utter misery today make sense. Nasty outside. Lots of thunder and really cold rain, maybe even some freezing rain. Not stupid enough to go find out.
Gonna go curl up with Stardust now and hope I actually get some sleep. (more manic laughter)
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[29 Jan 2002|11:21pm] |
No, my "needed movies" post isn't gone. I just didn't want to put up with all the snide crap about me "fishing for presents." Sheesh.
My friggin journal, and I still have to take friggin precautions against malicious assholes.
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[29 Jan 2002|10:46pm] |
Thing 2: "Aha, I was co-rrect!"
Me: "You're a fiend."
Thing 2: "I am a co-rrect fiend!" (squinty evil eyes) "Cuz I am SMART!"
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[28 Jan 2002|04:20pm] |
Thing 1: "Mom, when she goes to school next year, will I have to walk her across the street to kindergarten?"
Me: (brushing Thing 2's hair) "Well, Daddy will probably help walk her over at first, but yes, you'll be walking together."
Thing 2: (turning in mid-brush) "I don't HAVE to go to school. Not with HER."
Me: (sigh, here we go again) "But honey, you need to go to school to learn so you *can* take over the world."
Thing 2: (sighs, rolls eyes at me) "Duh, MOM, I have SPELLS that will do that for me!"
Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
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Friends don't let Pookas type while under the influence.
Dear god, did I write THAT?
Apparently Pooka froths at the mouth when blessed with Tully.
I'm so embarassed.
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[28 Jan 2002|12:49am] |
I have a confession to make.
The Pooka does have a vast weakness for epics of a grandiose scale. Nay, not even a weakness for that is too simple, too mild. It is a passion, one carried from womb to now when the womb used and worn out is my own.
(The Pooka hath also benefited somewhat from the merits of a good stiff glass of Tully tonight, so bear with her.)
Epics indeed, on the scale of the greats like Tolkien, of movies grand and limitless like the Great Escape, or Good, the Bad and the Ugly, or even the humourous epic of It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World. My tolerance for such vast visions is limitless. I am the watcher, the subservient idolator ready to cast my soul to the wind to earn the favour of yet another epic narrative to capture my attention.
It has been a night to encapsulate such visions. A young Clint Eastwood, grim, impassive, but with that subtle impishness in those blue eyes that drags you merrily into the full grasp of a true rogue at work ... to the brother of that same vision, as the Cooler King denies his imprisonment with every bounce against concrete walls.
For the novice, for the poseur: I am their Bitch. Period.
Give to me the illustrative epic. I do not wish for a trite happy ending, but for the ending as it is written for the stars and not for the frail psyche of a human spirit. Give me death, give me life, give me the grandest of struggles to both surpass and embrace them both.
I submit, I surrender.
Good night.
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