ferretsofglory has renamed this month Orctober. We likes it, and will endeavor to use it regularly. He has also coined the phrase "Big Dumb Love," which is.... well, perfect. I'm so blessed to have fallen into Big Dumb Love. :)
Which reminds me. I need to take care of something.
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Dear Clove Cigarettes,
Whatever was I thinking? Yes, of course you are unique, and bear only a passing resemblence to your brother Winston and sister Eve. And your kiss lingers soooo sweetly.
However, that's not all that lingers. Two days after kissing one of you-- just one, and not even deeply!-- my chest is still tight, my head is still light and my blood pressure's soarin' waaaaay outta sight.
Definitely a high maintenence type of relationship. And honey, I'm so sorry, but you just ain't worth it.
No Big Dumb Love for J00,
PS. Don't think I don't know that you're tryin' t' kill me, beeyotch! YOU STINK! I don't want you! Sayounara! Do svidaniya! Get ready for a happyfun trip into the garbage when I get home!
For a refresher to those who don't frequent this journal, I do not smoke.
And no, I'm not going to reset it. A momentary lapse of reason does not a smoker make.
I'm happy to be leaving that particular relationship because I want to, not because I feel I have to (due to either fear of addiction or pressure from friends).
Major pointage to P for not freaking out about my minor short-lived affair with Mssr. Clove. (Oh, like he needs more points. Pfft!) ;)
* This is a saved image. Current live quitmeter can be found on my userinfo page.
** Ironic, really, that the word "clove" comes from the Latin clavus , meaning nail. Thinking I've enough of those in my coffin, er, coughin'.
Haunted Albany is going to go ahead on a wing and a prayer next weekend (not this weekend). I had fun rewriting the prologue the other night, but we've come to the conclusion that it's too stressful to try to implement those changes at this late hour. Perhaps the future will allow for further writing collaboration with our Fearless Leader. I hope so-- his stuff is fun to edit, and our writing styles mesh together nicely.
But for now, we're cutting the first half of the prologue, and using cheat sheets disguised as arcane books for the stuff we do as mediums. Jwo and I need to get together this week to work on our song and dance routine as "the whores of Tasawasa Lake."
There's quite a bit of that in this show. Singing, I mean. I know you were hoping I'd say "whoring," but no, we just take donations.
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Three or four times this week, by three or four different people, I've been referred to as "a singer" or "someone who can really sing" or somesuch. I'm digging that. I'm digging that a lot.
I find joy not only in the fact that I can sing, but also in the fact that not so long ago, I couldn't. The distance between here and there, the rate of change... it all strikes me as funny.
Because, you see, not so long ago I couldn't sing, and yet... I could sing. I had the hidden potential of singing, even though I couldn't carry a note at that moment in time. Somewhere between there and here I had to let go of the perception that I could not sing. These days, I'm learning to embrace the perception that I really can.
How much potential sleeps within me now? And for what? I can hardly wait to find out :)
Sometimes, along the way, I have to look back at where I've been,* as there's humour and important lessons etched in the ley lines of my life, and the way forward can sometimes be seen as an extension of the journey past. Hm. Where might that left turn take me? Gainesville maybe? California?
I don't want to spend my life wondering what might have been if I'd only taken that left turn at Albuquerque. If cartoons have taught me anything, it's that even wrong turns make for great adventures.
The Universe whispers, giggling, "oh, sweetheart, but they're all right turns" ;)
* If I ever turn into a pillar of salt, you'll know why ;)
An LJ friend is moving to another city, and looking to hire his own replacement at work. He's hiring for a Lead Web Designer, though initially this will likely entail less lead and more design work until the person gets up to speed.
If you know of anyone interested in this and that will work in Hillsborough, NC, drop me a line :) I'll hook you up with the guy what's firin' hisself.
nbbmom recently put this up... it sounds similar to another meme I saw going around but different somehow. I could be wrong. In any case, I likes it.
Pick a favourite song for each letter in your name.
L lovely day - bill withers*
D dun ringill - jethro tull
Y young lust - pink floyd
S shanti - bela fleck and the flecktones
A are you experienced - jimi hendrix
P penis envy - uncle bonsai
H hakuna matata - disney
Y you only live twice - bjork
R roots of coincidence - pat metheny
E east of the sun, west of the moon - diana krall
My tastes in music? Eclectic? Maybe a little. My biggest problem was having to choose just one for each letter.
I never baaa'd the secret crush meme.
* I was tempted to use "lawn chairs - our daughter's wedding" here, but it's so arcane that I don't think anyone else has heard it.
http://www.cnn.com/2003/TECH/internet/10/15/internet.speed.reut/index.html via scottobear
New Internet speed Record: 1.1 Terabytes of Data at 5.44 Gigabits a Second
CERN, near Geneva, sent data to Caltech on Orctober 1 at a rate more than 20,000 times faster than a typical home broadband connection.
OK, guys, that's like sending a full CD in a second. Colour me turned on and geekish :)
http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2003/10/16/secret_service/index_np.html via allyn
Keeping dissent invisible-- How the Secret Service and the White House keep protesters safely out of Bush's sight -- and off TV
Colour me pissed off. I understand that some free speech might be frowned upon-- yelling "fire" in a crowded theatre springs to mind-- but free speech only when and where it is convenient and acceptable and out of the public eye? Outrageous.
Oh, I'm sure there's more news than this. These are just the two that stuck out in the front of my mind.
And you thought it was a piece of my brain sticking out. Damned botched lobotomy.
Today, I am wearing pink pearls, a black linen jacket, a blue longsleeved shirt, a calf-length blue black and pink paisley skirt and my awesome black microfiber shoes*. Oh, and my Mom's highschool ring. I don't know why I felt like sharing that; I just did.
What's funny is that the jacket, shirt and skirt are all from a costume I wore in a show last year. I almost never wear them, but liked them enough to buy them from the costume designer.
* I love these shoes. They go with everything and are as comfortable as all getout. Black. Microfiber. Slipper-like. Naturalizer. You can throw 'em right in the wash. I was waffling on buying them a year or two ago, because they were kind of expensive and not really amazing or anything. Now I'm thinking that I may have to get another pair.
Out with the old:
In with the new:
I don't know why I've been playing the latter one. It just goes on and on and on and on and on... It's really simple, but you may wish to peek at the faq before getting into it. Also, it's probably a good idea save it to your hard drive* and play it from there. to The stupid pop ups will kill ya.
Of course, I've been playing this a lot, too.
* How to do this: after the game loads up online, do a search on "*.swf" in your temporary internet files. Arrange icons by date-- go to the most recent entries. Copy castle.swf (or castle.swf, or whatever it's called) to another directory, and play it from there. Either double click that new entry, or drag it into an explorer window. This is a useful thing to know for a great many reasons.
Of course (thanks dewhitton)
And fwiw, I hate Microsoft XP just a little less for having seen this (thanks marnanel!)
The universe seems to be telling me that my current lesson is to give, freely and without hesistation. I'm a little slow on the uptake here. There's going to be an mportant test coming, I can feel it. If I hesitate, I may miss my chance.
I just gave the Office Admin the Happymeal toy I got today, which she was coveting. It's a start, right?
Hope you guys are all well. I've been keeping up on birthamadaze in my head, which is just stupid. I need to come out of my shell and say hello on your important days. I'll get better with that soonishly, I hope.
Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough :)