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ghosting [19 Mar 2005|11:17pm] The rumors are true. Yes, we're back. Yes, I had a good time. Yes, I was skewered through the throat by the sea-god Neptune and have not recovered. No, I will not try to recover. This next week will be a week of changes, I think. We'll see how it pans out. I miss home already. 9 comments|post comment

road-trip geekery [13 Mar 2005|04:37pm] [ mood | ecstatic ] Happiness is putting together three different playlists for the thirteen-hour car ride, trying to be careful with your selections based on what you know of the listening habits of your companions... ...and then realizing that you don't have to do that, because your friends all kick ass and would be just as happy for your enthusiasm about a song than for any aesthetic value or lack thereof. My soul's already about an hour and a half down the road at this point. *big grin* God, I've missed the road... post comment

[12 Mar 2005|07:35pm] Well. Tomorrow night I leave for New Orleans. I already have a standing agreement with several spirits to exchange a lot of ego for a little peace of mind - so if I haven't told you yet this week, it was very nice to have known you all. Except for that one time. You know what I'm talking about. Please be gentle to the guy that comes back in a week to replace me. He'll be new at this. 5 comments|post comment

i find little point in arguing [08 Mar 2005|01:16pm] No use trying to fight it, you're an eight-sided die, a d8. A fine example of simple elegance, the d8 is one of the least appreciated types of dice, and is often neglected. You are known to be quiet and shy, outward traits that conceal viscous sarcasm and mean wit. You are very smart, yet wise enough to hide your intelligence - the quicker they found out how smart you are, the sooner they'll put you to work, which is something you can do without. People call you dark and pessimistic, or moody and cynical. You find little point in arguing. Take the quiz at dicepool.com post comment

work gets easier, and yet... [07 Mar 2005|08:42am] [ mood | productive? ] [ music | dark side of the moon ] Once upon a time, there was a boy who labored for hours and hours on Mondays. He had so much to do he called in extra help on Monday mornings; he started coming in at eight instead of nine because it gave him an extra hour before opening to try and tackle all the paperwork. Then one day, he looked around and realized that it wasn't yet nine, and all of his morning tasks had already been finished. Was it just getting easier? Was there a brownie somewhere in the store that was finishing purchasing advices while he wasn't looking? One day, the boy mused, maybe he'd wake up early on Monday mornings and find he'd already done all of the day's work while he slept. Of course, the boy wondered what he was going to do with the rest of his day... 14 comments|post comment

PSA [04 Mar 2005|11:39am] Douglas Rushkoff rules. Carry on. 2 comments|post comment

Geek Toggle: On [03 Mar 2005|06:52pm] Ahem. France: 1 Pirates: 0 Carry on. 12 comments|post comment

[03 Mar 2005|08:57am] Sometimes reading LJ just gives me a headache. Or it might be my sinuses. 2 comments|post comment

[02 Mar 2005|09:39am] How odd. Apparently while I was in the bathroom, the spirit of my immune system called my cell phone and left a voice mail instructing me to stay home and get some rest. It also made a bunch of spooky ghost noises. Goofy immune system! If you're out there making prank phone calls, it's no wonder I keep getting sick! So fine - I'll stay here at home, but you better get back here and do your job! (I mentioned that I have a kick-ass boss, right?) Now to decide on Friday's appointment... 2 comments|post comment

indecisive libran [02 Mar 2005|08:24am] So here's the update. Last night my fever broke; my temperature this morning is a balmy 97.7. I woke up this morning with little congestion, lots more energy, and while my chest is still a little scratchy I think that's mostly from drainage. I consider myself a pretty good judge of where my body stands, energy-wise, and I'd put myself at about 85% of full capacity and recovering. Here's where this gets tricky. I am recovering. By this evening, I'll probably be fine. I'm not sure what to do in the interim, though. Today's going to be one of the busiest days at work for some time (there are multiple new releases coming out today, most prominently the new Pirates expansion, which is going to be huge). I've been told by my hella cool boss that if I need to take the day off, he can cover for me. I said if I didn't feel up to speed by today, I was going to cancel my tattoo appointment - but I may very well feel up to speed by the end of today, I'm very excited about finally getting it done, and my horoscope has led me to believe that maybe it's a good idea to go through with it. But I'm not sure what to do. Work may kick my ass. It may not. This is the last day I can cancel my appointment without seriously inconveniencing my artist (and possibly incurring fees). So I'm asking for some advice: Poll #447057 what to do? Open to: All, results viewable to: All Let's review all possible options. Should I... View Answers ...play it as safe as possible, stay home today *and* cancel my appointment for Friday? 7 (35.0%) ...miss one more day of work, get fully recharged, and then go through with getting the tattoo? 9 (45.0%) ...go to work and take it easy today (as much as possible), and still try to go through with it on Friday? 2 (10.0%) ...dive back into work, but cancel my appointment? 2 (10.0%) ...embrace my inner kick-assitude, and rock the face off both work *and* the tattooing with little concern for a relapse? 0 (0.0%) I've got 'til maybe noon to decide, but you guys are all morning people, right? What should I do? 13 comments|post comment

sick again [01 Mar 2005|05:00pm] [ mood | sick ] Ugh. In a normal year, I'd be surprised if I got seriously sick more than once or twice a year. This has been twice in about three weeks. Both times I think I brought it on myself a little bit by pushing my body/immune system just past the level of its endurance, and both times it's responded by throwing its hands up in the air and saying "Fine! You drive this thing!" It's harder than it looks. So very well. I'm waving the white flag. I surrender. Any fever past 100 is noteworthy for me (I typically fluctuate right around 98), and I've crossed that mark twice today as I've been fighting with it. My body is also screaming for rest. I'd forgotten what that felt like, really, when your whole body - nerves, muscles, skin, energy - literally pulses and crackles with the need for recuperation. A lesson in ego, of course, since one of the reasons I've refused to accept that I'm sick is because if I am, I'll have to cancel my appointment to get my wings inked on Friday. But yes, Universe, I'm aware of how it works: if I tried to get a half or three-quarters back piece done without a fully rested immune system I could cause some serious problems for myself, and less than two weeks before New Orleans. So I'm home. I'm resting. I'm on more medication than is probably legal. And if I wake up tomorrow and don't feel absolutely 100%, I'll call to change my appointment to later this month. Hear me, Universe? I'm stubborn, but not stupid. I'm going back to bed now. 6 comments|post comment

briefly (what's been going on) [28 Feb 2005|07:28pm] The Good: Vampire game. Restoration of roleplay and vampire and personal glamour. Woot. Also Pirates and Ninja at the store, Jeana, assertive independence, reconnection, and few shadows. Getting my wings inked! Possibly also lots of NyQuil. The Bad: Necessity of lots of NyQuil. Coughing deep in the chest. Friends and rough times. Being poorer than I like. Distinct possibility of no raise coming for a long time. Confusion as to what to do next. Only six bags of raspberry tea left. No headphones, which suddenly became relevant. Hmmmm. February was lots of necessary (and unnecessary) pain. March will be lots of happiness and good times to make up for February. Careful, complacency, because April will bring more change than you can shake a scythe at. Mark my words. I have foreseen it - AND THE NYQUIL SAYS IT IS SO! 4 comments|post comment

[18 Feb 2005|10:52am] [ mood | fuzzy ] My dreams are getting stranger, and this hangover headache has yet to go away. I have yet to find any connection between these two facts. 6 comments|post comment

[16 Feb 2005|10:27am] Oh, one more thing, and then no more, I promise. Does anyone know somewhere I can go online to see actual police reports? I'd like to look at how they're actually laid out for some fiction I'm writing... 3 comments|post comment

type A personality [16 Feb 2005|10:21am] [ mood | amused ] The following thought just occurred to me: "You know, if I had a fax machine, Bryan could print up the purchasing advice, fax it over here, and I could make all my ordering notes and fax it back to him." Don't worry, it was immediately followed by this thought: "Jesus - I really *am* obsessed with work..." Wookie! Remember that the HG order coming in today will need to be received (it's not!) before you can run the new PA and do the order, else the PA'll be all FUBARed... (Yes, Coyote, I can read your thoughts. I'm drinking juice and going back to sleep. And your mom's mom. *g*) 1 comment|post comment

QUARANTINE [16 Feb 2005|10:07am] [ mood | unclean! ] Unclean! Unclean! So it's official. In one form or another (because it seems to me there are several kinds going around), I have contracted the Plague. Which irritates the hell out of me, to be honest, because I normally have such a killer immune system and it really looked like I was going to make it through an entire cold season without coming down with anything. Yesterday was such a good day (despite me feeling the onset last night), and I was really hoping I could rock through two in a row. I also really wanted to get more work done on the apartment, since yesterday I cleaned a good two-thirds of the kitchen and vacuumed my living room top to bottom. Now, instead, I'm wrapped up in blankets and fleece (look, a Wolf in sheep's clothing!), doped up on cold medicine, and curled up on the couch. C'est terrible, mais c'est la vie, I guess. I suppose it's not that bad. I think I caught it early, which means I'm going to kick the shit out of it medicinally (is that a word?) and metaphysically today, spend the night recharging, and hopefully be well enough to jump back into things tomorrow. I don't want to leave the Wookie stranded for more than a day, and to be perfectly honest I need the money for New Orleans next month. Still, the Universe warned me I needed to retreat, and I suppose it's made sure I follow the advice, even if it's picked a crappy way to do it. It's raised an interesting question in my mind, too. I feel (and probably look) pretty terrible, but here online, as long as I'm just typing, I seem my everyday self. Cheery, even, since I'm still in a good mood from yesterday - I'm just sick. Which makes me think about coyotewatches and Second Life and all that good scary virtual reality stuff we like to talk about. If I wasn't talking about it, could you tell I was sick? If not, does that mean in virtual space I'm not sick? Once we're able to actually jack into the 'net a la Snow Crash, what does that mean for our bodies and the necessity of their functioning outside of the virtual world? It seems like you can keep anyone alive via machines indefinitely, so if their consciousness was somewhere else, wouldn't that effectively make them immortal (so long as they were always jacked in and there weren't any power outages)? If there were power outages, where would that consciousness go? Yes, I can chase that train of thought out a lot farther. Rache Bartmoss, here I come... 10 comments|post comment

the ides of february [15 Feb 2005|04:56pm] Hi. Woke up this morning to a wonderfully cuddly prosewitch, showered, dressed, and we drove back to my place to have morning tea with the equally wonderful laurelwen. I cannot express how much better my days are when I can begin them with my daily tea ritual. Seriously, Tisper and I regularly drink at least a pot a day, and often two (sometimes even three - sheesh). Listened to some Ferron, joked around, and shared some telepathy with my best friend. Gotta love it. Around eleven I piled into the car with both lovely ladies. We dropped Prose off at the library so she could begin her mega-productive day, and then Tisper dropped me off at work, whereupon hearing some unexpected news I flew into a typical rage. I was actually stomping my feet and yelling, which made me feel better because A) I get to stomp around and be mad, and B) the obvious comparison to a five year old's temper tantrum always makes me feel vaguely sheepish about my anger, which diminishes it faster. But no matter! Less than two hours later, a near and dear friend of mine pointed out my silliness and promptly doused my anger with cool faerie waters (which had already been cooled once by the Ocean-Hug of dirtgrrl - thanks, Oshun-childe!). Two hours. I'm beginning to get better at this whole letting go thing, it seems. Wrote my apology to the appropriate parties (what, did you think I was able to keep my mouth shut while pissed off? Haven't quite mastered that lesson yet, but I'm working on it...) and then bounced around the store listening to Cake and Bob Schneider. Tisper had driven moonandserpent to the doctor, and he called looking for a ride back. Despite my being at work, a masterful entrance by both bneuensc and feyangel allowed me to petition for aid and enlist them as a suitable cavalry (Yes!). Made my character for thekittyninja's Vampire game. Talked and signed to squishymeister who brought me some Taco Bell (*signs thank you*) and then watched her gather her class up and proceed to kick some non-verbal ass. Geeked with coyotewatches quite a bit, which has been missed this last week. The Smoot came back upstairs and she and tessier proceeded to tag-team me some Grace by letting me go home early! Woot! Managed to hitch a ride home with moonartemis76 by the skin of my teeth, and though I only was in the car ten minutes or so with her, it improved my day immensely (so did talking to a sleepy gollumgollum. Got home around between three and four and spent some time playing with Circe and Calypso, learning what I think is Calypso's style of play/hunt in the process (I love both my kittens infinitely, but Circe and I think much more similarly). After they were both played out and blissing out with their catnip pillows, I grabbed a beer and headed into the kitchen, where I have been happily cleaning and listening to more Bob Schneider. It's a strange thing, to walk the line between such utter social butterflying (*points above to the list of people I've seen today*) and then come home to solitude and peace and quiet. If I were better at balancing these two matters I think my life would be more peaceful. As it is, I jet back and forth between the extremes, seeing lots of people for many days running and then wanting to retreat and not see anyone. I prefer the middle path, to be honest, but I just don't seem to be very good at it. It might be my Gemini ascendant, or the mix of Libran/Scorpio energy - I'm just not sure. Still, today's the happiest I've been in a long while, and I felt like recording why - and sharing it with everybody that helped me get here. I love you guys, and I wish the same happiness for you. Thanks for putting up with me. 40 comments|post comment

cake lyrics! [15 Feb 2005|12:01pm] [ mood | sunshine! ] [ music | cake (duh) ] ( Tougher Than It Is, Cake ) 3 comments|post comment

[14 Feb 2005|10:13am] My thanks go out to whoever left the Great Big Sea CDs at work (I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it was probably ninja_turbo). You may not have known it at the time, but you've managed to cheer me up considerably and given me a lot to think about, which in turn has saved several innocent bystanders from my indiscriminate wrath. I will proceed to kidnap these CDs, burn them into my iTunes, and return them tomorrow. Again, many thanks. 2 comments|post comment

[09 Feb 2005|09:04am] I am telling you about this so that my wish comes true! Agh! Chain letters! Actually, I think that quiz is pretty cool. I'll post my responses later, I think, since seeing them sort of gives away what the process is. post comment

for ancientwisdom and the changeling crowd [05 Feb 2005|06:59pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | the tango roxanne ] So I'm busy at work making the binder for the new Magic set, Betrayers of Kamigawa. Here's the flavor text for a card called "Toils of Night and Day." The War sent Kamigawa into turmoil. Here it was spring and there winter. For some, time stood still, while for others, moments flashed past like minnows in a pond. The picture for this particular card? Two dragons emerging out of the same coil of energy, one red and one blue. In the circle made by the red dragon's coils, a cloudy blue sky and the slightest green can be seen. In the circle of the blue dragon, a clear night sky. The card will be taped to the monitor of the store's computer for anyone who wants to see this evidence of narrative magic for themselves. 4 comments|post comment

dreams [04 Feb 2005|10:58am] Interpret as you will: I was in my apartment, which for the most part actually mirrored my real apartment, except that the back room stretched around to the right rather back than straight ahead and then left (that description may only make sense to me, I realize). It was dark, and Tisper and I were trying to kill an infestation of crazy alien bugs that were in our home. The bugs were all creepy albino cave-dweller white, and also just slightly luminous. Picture the bugs in Starship Troopers (if you've seen the movie), remove the wings, and shrink them down to cicada size, and that's what we were dealing with. Hundreds of them, in the apartment, skittering around. Luckily, Tisper and I were armed with guns that fired red laser beams (kinda like the PPGs in Babylon 5), and when we hit a particular bug it would just sort of vaporize. There was some anxiety in the dream, because if the bugs spread too much things would be Bad (aside from, you know, having creepy albino bugs all over our apartment). So we're doing the best we can, and making some progress but I get the impression it wasn't quickly enough, and then as we're in the hallway a big gout of flame rolls around the corner from the back room and into the hallway. Turns out ancientwisdom was in there with a flame thrower (orange flame, not turquoise -- sorry, Foxes!) which also seemed effective against the bugs. It also didn't seem to set anything else in the apartment on fire, which was good. The dream blurs here for a moment - I've lost a bit of it - but I remember next that Tisper was in the living room (freed from the infestation) and ancientwisdom and I were still fighting the bugs in the back. We talked about letting Tisper take a break, I vaguely remember, because the bugs were scarier and she was exhausted. Or something. The bugs were also getting stranger - now the big ones were able to jump (which, needless to say, was startling at best). Worse still, the second generation of bugs were apparently threatening now - we were in the bedroom, and in the closet all over and inside our clothes (I remember my Om shirt and my white eshu shirt in particular) were flea-type bugs that were smaller and therefore much harder to kill without using the flamethrower (which, tragically, would now at least set the clothes on fire, which I didn't want). So I would have to hit the clothes to dislodge the bugs inside them (they were crawling up the inside of the sleeves, and you could see where they were if you shined a light on the clothing) and then the Fox would light 'em up with the flamethrower. After a while, we must have traded off, because I remember using the flamethrower, too, even if I don't remember the exchange. That's all I remember. Strangely enough, it wasn't what I would call a nightmare (despite my receding but often still-present phobia of bugs). It fits the definition of anxiety dream, though - I woke up vaguely disturbed and a little anxious about having ancientwisdom over for tea this evening. I don't want my house to be infested with alien bugs, even if it means I get to play with a flamethrower. In other news, ( Sinfest speaks truth yet again... ) 5 comments|post comment

hello, spring [03 Feb 2005|08:59am] An explorer he went wandering To satisfy his pondering Basically meandering Unsure of what he'd find Braving any danger But to his family he's a stranger And from time to time he turns around And this runs through his mind Life, I embrace you I shall honor and disgrace you Please forgive if I replace you You see I'm going through some pain But now I see clearly And the dawn is coming nearly And though I'm human and it's early I swear I'll never forget again *stretches* Good morning, World. What's in store for us today? 3 comments|post comment

cutting back the friends list... [02 Feb 2005|05:32pm] Hmmm. There's no way to do this without sounding like a whore for attention. Ah well. In the spirit of the season, I'm trimming my friends list down a bit. It's nothing personal - it's mostly that I don't have the time or inclination to scroll down through 60 some-odd entries every morning. I don't intend it as a sign of elitism - hell, I think Neil Gaiman's a living god but he's way too spammy, so I know I'm going to unsubscribe from his feed. I'm just cutting back on my daily info intake. But I'm not trying to hurt anybody's feelings or anything, so we wind up with the inevitable disclaiming post. Therefore: If you really, really don't want me to remove you from the list, drop me a comment and I'll make sure to keep ya around. Please don't read that as "If you don't comment I'm dropping you." Instead, read it as "Comment if you're really intent on reading my friends-locked posts, which (in the author's opinion) are usually the whiny ones anyway." Thanks. Again, I'm not trying to make anyone feel excluded or pissed off - I'm just trying to simplify my life (which is inextricably tied to LJ, it seems). I will undoubtedly do both despite my best efforts. 40 comments|post comment

[26 Jan 2005|12:29pm] There is what appears to be a broken Timex watch on the counter at work today. I'm very tempted to enact the following piece of performance art every time a customer wants to buy something: Customer: *brings stuff up to counter* Me: Hold on a second. There's something you should see. Me: *picks watch up, sticks tongue out, licks watch, and presents face of watch to customer* Customer: *stares blankly* Me: Lying bastards. Can I help you? The above is an accurate portrayal of the mood I'm in today, too, although the magicians came in just now and made me feel a little better. 7 comments|post comment

circe's singing (x-posted to re-enchantment) [25 Jan 2005|09:51am] ( Cut to avoid doubling up (unse, unse!) people's friends page... ) 3 comments|post comment

[24 Jan 2005|09:21am] I foresee several more short posts in my future. It's that kind of day, it seems. For the moment, let me just say that when you come in over an hour early to get a jump-start on the paperwork, the RENT soundtrack is one of the best CDs for it. Years and years and years later, and I'm still as much in love with this musical as I was way back when, as a bright-eyed high school theatre kid. As is, I imagine, squishymeister. And moonartemis76. And roane... Glamour doesn't fade. Most of us just forget. A lucky few are reminded. 26 comments|post comment

good morning! [24 Jan 2005|07:28am] [ mood | sleepy ] "Lawrence, let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you're not feelin' real well, does anyone ever say to you, 'Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays'?" "No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you'd get your ass kicked sayin' something like that, man." 4 comments|post comment

while bored at work, i tend the brambles... [20 Jan 2005|01:43pm] Yes, all you loveable LJers out there, it's time for another meaningful meaningless poll! On the docket for today - belief in magic! Is it real? Is it bunk? Do you really, really believe in it, or is it wishful thinking buried by the doubt and banality of the "real world"? Sorry, no qualifications in this one: I've chosen the in-your-face, no-room-for-squirming tragedy that is the Binary System (*cue ominous thunder*). Oh, don't whine. I actually left room for both real or feigned ignorance and qualification. What has two thumbs and loves you? This guy! Really, I'm just curious. Be honest; I won't tell. Indulge me. Please? Poll #421647 believe! Open to: All, results viewable to: None Do you believe in the existence of Magic? View Answers Yes! 21 (75.0%) No! 2 (7.1%) I don't know! 5 (17.9%) Tell me why, elaborate, or insert your conditionals here! View Answers 5 comments|post comment

quick notes [19 Jan 2005|08:07am] Well, I appear to have avoided being sliced to ribbons. This can only be a good thing, right? I have amazing friends (and various and sundry others). I also have a trip to plan - well, more than one, really. There's twilight in New Orleans I'm familiar with. Deleria is so good I'm buying another copy. And I like Dire Straits' version of Romeo and Juliet way better than the Indigo Girls. Is that really any surprise? Now, back to bed. Goodnight again, all you morning folk. 4 comments|post comment

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