This is way cool. Just thought I'd try it out.

Had a pretty good weekend. Finished my candles! They look good but that whole process is damn messy. Melting gel is kinda cool but very annoying to clean up. It's like having to peel that glue off of the backs of those address stickers on magazines and such. I would like to make more but it took me awhile the other day. Maybe some other time.

Took my $50 gift card and spent it (mostly) on practical things. Gift wrapping and such...

Bought my first Turin Brakes CD.  I can say I like a couple songs outright but I know I'll need to let it sink in. This is a good sign. The great ones have to earn their appreciation.

Saw The Last Samurai...it was pretty good but I did have my issues and as always it's the ending I have problems with.

I'm finally putting together my Jeff Buckley mix that I'm giving a few people for Christmas. This is so hard. I now have around 50 of his songs on my hard drive and how I'm going to cull that down under 20 and have everyone experience most of the greatness of Jeff will prove to be next to impossible.

Could I get any more wordy?

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: cold
A foggy lullaby: "Hallelujah," Jeff Buckley

I had the weirdest dream today...
I dreamt that I was at some kind of political rally and Howard Dean and Al Gore were there. I think it was a rally for Dean but it was in this really tiny auditorium like place. I think I was sitting behind the two of them. They seemed kind of annoyed by each other. I think Al Gore was pissed off because he wanted to run for president again and Dean had more support.
I think I talked to them and they were so pissed off at each other that they were being pissy to everyone else.
Then the next thing I remember about the dream was that I was leaving my hotel room for the airport. I guess I'd flown out to be at this rally.
Then for some reason I was in this room watching a movie or something with a group of people and one of them was this guy I went to high school with. This guy was a complete asshole. His name was Kevin. So he was giving me shit about something. I can't remember what and all of a sudden I grab him and start pounding his head against the floor. Go me!
I particularly enjoyed this part. I think one of my friends was with me but I can't remember who.
Then I was in the airport and I kept wondering around trying to find where my gate was. Kevin and one of his friends kept follwing me around and pestering me. I kept ignoring them. I handled myself much better than I used to around him. I never really stood up for myself and I let him get to me in high school.
I just couldn't figure out where I was supposed to be. I kept looking at my ticket and then forgeting what it said. I was running late. I remember looking at my ticket and seeing some huge number for the gate: it was something like 6677.7. And then I remember digging in my pocket and feelng a huge amount of dried grain or rice or something in it. Then I woke up.
That is one of the strangest dreams I've ever had. Usually they're strange but never that vivid.

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: chipper
A foggy lullaby: "Save it for a Rainy Day," The Jayhawks

You are Jacques Lacan! Arguably the most important
psychoanalyst since Freud, you never wrote
anything down, and the only works of yours are
transcriptions of your lectures. You are
notoriously difficult to understand, but at
least you didn't talk about the penis as much
as other psychoanalysts. You died in 1981.


What 20th Century Theorist are you?
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Sometimes there'll be sorrow: curious
A foggy lullaby: "Standing in the Doorway," Bob

I love this so much. Thanks to fluttergirl for posting it.

New Year's Eve Prayer
a poem by Jeff Buckley

"you my love are allowed to forget about the christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house
you my love are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before like bad disco clothes, save them for a night of dancing, stoned with your lover
you my love are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams
you my love in sleep can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreaming is for the courageous
you my love are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs if
you have lost your ability to speak, keep it down to two minutes
you my love are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before
you my love are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind kill kill kill kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right winged vision and its cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world (turn about is fair play)
you my love are allowed to forgive and love your television
you my love are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven
you my love are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified
you my love are allowed to suck in every single endeavor
you my love are allowed to be soaked like a lovers blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift
you my love are allowed to receive praise
you my love are allowed to have time
you my love are allowed to understand
you my love are allowed to love
woman disobey
little man believe
you my love are a rebellion"

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: grateful

So Andrea has this big Legolas cutout just at the bottom of the stairs to her room which I didn't notice while I was looking at a copy of Time. I see Legolas out of the corner of my eye and nearly jump out of my skin. I seriously thought for a millisecond that there was an actual human being standing there staring at me.
Now...if she could only find an Aragorn...;)

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Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?

[Another Quiz by Kris
@ couplandesque.net]

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: cheerful
A foggy lullaby: "The Queen Is Dead (Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty,"

This is for Andrea & Andy and anyone else who'll apprciate it:
( Maynard James Keenan & Joni Mitchell )

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: creative
A foggy lullaby: "Answer," Sarah McLachlan (in my head)

Hmmmm...results closer than what I'd thought they'd be.

Find your match at SelectSmart

1. Your ideal theoretical candidate. (100%)
2. Dean, Gov. Howard, VT - Democrat (76%)
3. Kucinich, Rep. Dennis, OH - Democrat (72%)
4. Sharpton, Reverend Al - Democrat (67%)
5. Edwards, Senator John, NC - Democrat (66%)
6. Clark, Retired General Wesley K., AR - Democrat (63%)
7. Kerry, Senator John, MA - Democrat (59%)
8. Gephardt, Rep. Dick, MO - Democrat (54%)
9. LaRouche, Lyndon H. Jr. - Democrat (48%)
10. Libertarian Candidate (43%)
11. Lieberman, Senator Joe, CT - Democrat (43%)
12. Moseley-Braun, Former Senator Carol, IL - Democrat (22%)
13. Bush, President George W. - Republican (16%)
14. Phillips, Howard - Constitution (7%)

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: creative
A foggy lullaby: "Burning Photographs," Ryan Adams

In case anyone's interested the Jeff Buckley website has posted a buttload of material, including a stream of an hour long documentary.
Here's the link

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: happy

Pilfered from invisible__girl


You were born on a Tuesday
under the astrological sign Pisces.
Your Life path number is 4.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2443952.5.
The golden number for 1979 is 4.
The epact number for 1979 is 2.
The year 1979 was not a leap year.

As of 11/20/2003 2:11:28 AM CST
You are 24 years old.
You are 296 months old.
You are 1,287 weeks old.
You are 9,011 days old.
You are 216,266 hours old.
You are 12,975,971 minutes old.
You are 778,558,288 seconds old.

There are 121 days till your next birthday
and 35 days till Christmas!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was waning gibbous.

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Sometimes there'll be sorrow: cranky

MARCH:
Attractive personality.sexy. Affectionate.Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.


Uh, "loves special things"? Okay, guess so.
When I read these things I can hear the computer from "Fitter Happier" off OK Computer

( Find your birth month and strike all that don't apply )

Sometimes there'll be sorrow: hungry
A foggy lullaby: annoying hippie singing