Knitting.

Reading the Deryni books by Katherine Kurtz.

Writing Holiday Cards and mailing them out to friends.

Hope to spend time with Mitch this weekend. We're set to get together on Friday, I hope. I have taped the SciFi miniseries of Battlestar Galactica and maybe he'll consent to watch it. I watched a few minutes of it last night and it was a sad part... Hope he likes it as much as I think I will!

There was something else I wanted to mention but I can't remember it now.

I went to a Louisiana-themed store today and had a taste of their marvelous pralines. NOT Aunt Sally's- they were so much better- lighter and less crumbly and not grainy in the least. I was so impressed. I bought some of their turtle candies as the samples of those were lovely, too.

Another happy Straight Guy got the works from the Fab Five. Thom did a gorgeous hand-painted canvas-- it was an interpretation of a photo from the guy's book of surf photos... Carson encouraged him to step into a clothing palette beyond military olive.

Starter Castles. Hee.

OH! Now I remember.
I want to see "TLotR: The Two Towers" on the big-screen in. It opens the 12th.

CARSON!

I adore you, darling, you know I do--- but PUH-LEASE do not encourage the resurgence of ties-as-belts!!!

I did it when I was in 3rd grade; it does not scream coture to me- it screams Seventeen Magazine!!!

Other than that... Thom and Kyan did a fantab job tonight... with that guy, all it needed was a shove in the right direction and he ran with it.

Ted- you are so right about judicious use of tofu...

And Jai. Darlin', sweet, OBSERVANT Jai. You got yourself a new buddy in Steven S.

Somebody find me a personal shopper! (Do they list in the YP under "Personal" or "Shopper"?)

I am as calm as a Belgian.

Except when people recline their airline seats, dangit.

Not much new today- JobHunt continues.

Barrage is putting out a new CD soon- hopefully before Christmas or the Natal Day. Not holding my breath; we've heard the "New CD" song before. I'm still growly because they won't bring their tour in my area. Fer crying out loud, we got Blast!, why can't we get Barrage?!?

Email Queer Eye For The Straight Guy and tell them to makeover Fred LeBlanc of Cowboy Mouth.

Do it. Do it now.

Thanatophiles.
I feel they are a bit odd, but, then again, they probably feel the same way about my beliefs.

I'm going to make M&M™ cookies today.
Wish me luck, as the Oatmeal/Raisin fiasco is still fresh in my mind. OK, so they didn't ruin completely, but it still stings.

I want to adopt a retired racing greyhound someday. They're so deserving of a loving home after all the stuff humans made them do.

Almost there
I can feel it coiled
Pulsing softly
at the back of my skull
And I want it so badly

To be able to taste it again
To be able to feel that sick
twist
and the words would
fall
into place again
without pushing
without pain

they'd just burn their way
though my head
and heart
and fingertips

Let it flow

But it isn't flowing
just sullenly
pulsing
At the back of my skull

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ARGH! This is driving me nuts. I have this "Made-For-Me" CD that Jaclyn gave to me for my birthday and I'm trying to find the lyrics to this song and

1) I don't know the anime it is from.
2) I don't speak Japanese so I'm guessing at a lot of the words for a search.
3) I don't want to give up and ask Jaclyn what it is.


The noises you hear are my nerves frazzling. I like this song a lot- it is a warm soprano female voice and it's almost a lounge-type song. Not a fast song, but like a slow dance thing. +sigh+

BLAST! tonight. WHOOOOOOOOOO!

Conan O'Brien and his wife have had a little girl baby and they've named her Neve.

Back to the anime. It might be from Card Captor Sakura. Maybe. The first and 5th songs on the CD are definitely from CCS. (Aishita e no Melody and Catch You Catch Me)

Wish me luck!

October.

In honor of this festival of Fall, I have switched from Citrus Sours™ to Tangerine Sours™ Altoids.

On another front, I'm scared of a patron right now. His behavior is erratic and he really really scares me. I'm shaking right now, because I just passed a note to my Manager that tells her what he's done just now and they may have kicked him out of the library and I'm scared he'll come back and beat me to death. Or shoot me.

Maybe I'll get lucky and no gun and he'll just kick me to death.

On another front...
I'm trying to figure out how a vampire could persuade a Lovecraftian-crazed Hunter™ to not unleash unspeakable terrors upon the City. RPGs are fun.

The new movie calling itself "Cheaper By The Dozen" looks to be bad- not in a bad movie kind of way, because Steve Martin is in it- but bad in a "ruins-the-source-material" kind of way. The book about the Gilbreth family is funny and droll and doesn't resort to "dog-bites-Ashton-Kutcher-in-the-crotch" gags that this flick does.

Anybody know how to find out which theaters are showing the Extended Version of LOTR:TFOTR on December 5th?

"I'm tired of trying to do something worthwhile for the human race. They simply don't want to change!" -- August Dvorak

Addendum:

Take a look at Hurricane Isabel as she comes ashore.

Hope all in that area are safe and that property damage is minimum.

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Trying to get back into work mode.

Ya ever notice I tend to blog more when I'm depressed?

I'm not depressed today- I just saw an article on a genre of blog and thought to m'self, "Hey! I am being a bad blog owner."

Let's fix that.

What's new 'round here? Hmm. Well, for one, I had a narrow escape in my job lately.

I do not drive... and it says in our employee manual that all employees must have a "valid [State]'s driver's license."
UNFAIR!
SO I just ignored it. It's not like I drive in the day-to-day course of my job, and I actually walk to/fro work sometimes, so what's the big deal?

Well, they called me on it.
They "temporarily" transferred me to another branch about a half hour (over the interstate) drive away.
Grrrr....

However, with the assistance of friends and family, I was able to get back and forth for the two weeks.
Hooray.

But I'm not doing it again, mind you. Bah, humbug to that. They'll have to fire me.

BTW- We're weeding the stacks at the library- I'm actually using a dolly-handcart to wheel off the weeded books from my section of the stacks. You see, books that haven't been checked out since 1999 are being submitted to the Branch Manager for inspection. If we sorely need that book in the system, it goes back onto the shelf. If not, it gets withdrawn from the POLARIS system, discard-statused, and given to the Friends for their booksale.

Next up- Mission: SPACE at EPCOT.

ROCKS!!!!!!! OH, man, it is so very very very cool. I now know how a blood sample feels after it has been in the centrifuge.

WHEEEEEEEEEEE

Mr. BAM gave me some pointers before I went off to ride it: look straight ahead, don't turn your head to the side, and don't close your eyes.
Check, check, and so very check.

I was the Commander in my Pod. I pushed my lighted buttons when Mission Control told me to do so and whoooooo that was fun.

But I don't think I could ride it more than once a day. I did have a headache that evening and the next day. And I wouldn't recommend it if "Body Wars" or "Star Tours" makes you ill.

BLAST! is stopping over in New Orleans for a while in October and I am going to go see them. They were fun in CA's Hyperion Theater and I'm anxious to see the whole show. Jaclyn and 'Nette want to go, too- and I hope other people decide to see the fun.

Obligatory Barrage update here:

1. Wish they would go to New Orleans, dangit.

2. Lost opportunity to go to Naples, FL for that show due to leave restrictions at work, so am banking on Dallas show.

3. Matt McD is back in the show- WHOO-HOO!!!!!!!

4. WHY WON'T THEY BOOK IN NEW ORLEANS??????

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I love Demerol and Versed.

Oh, wait. I ought to tell you why there is a missing chunk of time from my life and how it involves the abovementioned substances. And a big honking needle.

Today's Blog entry is brought to you by the words "Biopsy" and "Bone Marrow."

More later.

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'scuse me, I think I have a frog in my throat.

/me falls to the floor laughing.

Hi, kids. Interesting things have happened since I last blogged.
And by interesting I mean the stuff that would make a few people blanch.

I don't know. I want to tell the WORLD about it, but it isn't all my story to tell and it really wouldn't be fair to all parties involved if I were to tell Version Deb.1 without equal time being given to all the candidates.

But the upshot of the whole schmere is that I'm better off today than yesterday... but not as much as tomorrow.

("Stop with the music!" "Yeah, knock it off, frog-child!" "Nobody cares about freakin' Spiral Staircase!!!" "Well, nobody who reads this blog, anyway." "True." "You see, when She gets involved in a conversation that makes her leery, she tends to equate the situation with lyrics. Control over the situation is often desired and forged through...")

++++++++++SQUASH++++++++++

/me carefully picks up the Monty Python Foot and drops it in the dishwasher.

Upshot?
Derrick and I are no longer dating.
It hurt, I had an experience that could be interpreted in myriad ways, and now I'm not in pain over the non-existence of our relationship.

Not being in pain is good.

Still being paxified, (did I tell you all this?) and I am thinking how glad I am of that.

Summer Reading Program Pre-Registration begins today in the system... the RUSH is on!

Off to sort a cart.
I mean, I'm not physically going anywhere, I just don't think I can sort and blog at the same time. One or the other will be neglected.

And I don't get paid to blog.

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Cause it's two months later
and I'm still screaming
pinkpillsrattle

love is gone
friends aren't friends
pain all around me
they suffer
and i feel like it's my fault

wanted to be healthy
wanted to be happy
wanted to begin again

and they rattle around
barely enough
more cotton than pills in the bottle

everybody, quick!
get off your meds
make her feel guilty
trying to be healthy
trying to be happy

just letmego
let me let you go
just go

Music: Now That's What I Call Music 43 (Track- "Ooh, La La" by Vengaboys)
Mood: a bit sad from not seeing D this weekend. And my feet are cold.

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Hey, hey, hey, kids- we have an algebraic equation solved today!
From now on, J=Jaclyn. (Dance the old Dance of Permission with me, my children!)

More Fushigi was watched last night- we're up to some really angsty Tamahome moments.

Cliche' is being re-written these days. It's going to get finished. Honestly.

On another side-note, Watchman (my Prince Charming from Cinderella in '93) is having a bit of a funk in his life. I'm trying to cheer him up but I think maybe the efforts may not work. +sigh+ He and his brother are both so sad that they're each alone... I still think maybe... and then I think to myself:
Oi!
Could I honestly live with my Sister-Mine for more than a few weeks without wanting to rip my hair out?
Nope.

So I'll just have to hope that once classes start for Watchman that he'll have things to do to keep him from being sad and lonely.
And same goes for D... from whom I have not yet elicited name-permission.

Eye doctor tomorrow- get those yellow fluorescing drops in!

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...Sit in the chair and be good now...

...She's been everybody else's girl; maybe one day she'll be her own...


Trying desperately to re-assign:
I take it back;
I've changed my mind.

No no no why can't I scrape you out of my head?

In order to live I had to reclaim
the space in my heart-
your shape in my brain...

And I still can't scrape you out of my head...

Tapes and things you gave to me
Tori and Sarah and a crappy ring
I don't want to trash music just to set me free

But I've gotta scrape you out of my head

I'll cauterize where you set up shop
Let minutia move in there
(There's always room for JELL-O)
And maybe the Hell will finally stop...

I deserve something better than your voice in my head...


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OK. Those of you (of the what, three people who read this?) who know me well will appreciate the true horror of the followng statement.
(I'm still reeling from the implications.)

*ahem*

I went through the Crate & Barrel catalog the other night... and enjoyed it....

!!!!!!

I wasn't _really_ shopping, per se... I was thinking to myself, "OK. If I had to set up a household with a clean slate... that would be nice to have as a (insert item here)...

!!!!!!

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Ok. Just a quick noise to say a few things:

1.) Milky Chai with sugar are good.
2.) You can't, however, make Fake!Chai with Lipton Tea bags and Cinnamon Altoids.

3.) When deciding to re-enter your fanfic in the archives... it is always better to re-write the glaring continuity errors and resubmit it that way and just hope that no one remembers the glaring continuity errors from the original fic.

4.) Vienna Tang is a great name.
5.) Vienna Tang is also a great musician.

6.) You, too, will someday have the tune of "Bolero" stuck in your head.
7.) If you're lucky, you will hear it as played by Blast! during this time.

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Listening to: Dixie Chicks- Home

This time when he swung the bat
And I found myself laying flat I wondered
What a way to spend a dime
What a way to use the time
Ain't it baby
I looked at my reflection
In the window walking past
And I saw a stranger
I'm just so scared all the time
It makes me one more reason
Why the world's dangerous
Dixie Chicks- Truth No. 2
written by Patty Griffin

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Finally figured out how to set up the page in Word97 so I can print thank you notes on beautiful notecards.

That and the CD player repair that I did today are making me feel like "Repair Chica" again. I have the power!

*musical interlude*

I mistook the warnings for wisdom
From so called friends quick to advise
Though your touch was telling me otherwise
Somehow I saw you as a weakness
I thought I had to be strong
Oh but I was just young, I was scared, I was wrong

Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
And I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now every day I wake again
In a house that might have been
A home

Guess I did what I did believing
That love is a dangerous thing
Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore than never knowing

Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
And I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now every day I wake again
In a house that might have been
A home
A home

Four walls, a roof, a door, some windows
Just a place to run when my working day is through
They say home is where the heart is
If the exception proves the rule I guess that's true

Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
And I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now every day I wake again
In a house that might have been
A home
A home

Dixie Chicks- "A Home"
written by Maia Sharp & Randy Sharp

*back to CROAKing*

I just really enjoy that song- the three part harmony, the bittersweet tones..

And now I'm distracted by the music and I REALLY ought to get back to RoomCleanDay!

And I STILL haven't seen The Two Towers yet. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fun fun fun day today.

The First Annual (Federally Mandated) Sexual Harrassment Seminar followed by the Race Back Home On Your Lunch Hour was held today.

Bah.

On a brighter flashback note, I had a GOOD Birthday.

J had to go up to look at certain things in Potential Academia-Land and invited me along.
She knew I'd jump at the chance... since D lives right across the way from where she was heading.

(Query: Should I ask these two initialled people if they want me to knock off the 19th century posing and use full names... or make up pseudonyms for them...? Sooner or later another J and D will enter the blog and though "confusion is nothing new" to me, I know it may not be for others... Then again... who the heck else is reading this but the people who already know who they are? +sigh+ I'll ask.)

So we headed up and surprised D in the Fortress of (Non-, at least that day) Solitude. Other people were there, but a good conversation was had by all and I learned a valuable lesson. I will _never_ have my Ikka teppanyaki stolen by D. Fhtagn!

We had lunch (more good conversation and merriment), parked back at the Fo(N)S and struck out for campus.
He took us on a lovely and DarnNearAll-Encompassing Tour of Campus and we even got to take a gander inside the TEC.

Back to the Fo(N)S and more good conversation until it was time for J and me to return back home.

I'm really glad that those two have met. No hackles raised on either side that I could notice, and I got to spend time with D on my Birthday.

Came home, had the Fam Birthday, talked to my Poet-Terrorist For A Better Society on the phone and subsequently decided to come out of FLOvian retirement.
What's a FLOvian, you ask? Have at it.

And I'm starting a fic about underground home contractors.

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A little word from John Williams and Cynthia Weil....
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I close my eyes
And there in the shadows I see your light
You come to me out of my dreams across the night

You take my hand
Though you may be so many stars away
I know that our spirits and souls are one
We've circled the moon and we've touched the sun
So here we'll stay

For always
Forever
Beyond here and on to eternity
For always
Forever
For us there's no time and no space
No barrier love won't erase
Wherever you go
I still know in my heart you'll be here
With me

From this day on
I'm certain that I'll never be alone
I know what my heart must have always known
That love has a power that's all its own

And for always
Forever
Now we can fly
And for always
And always
We will go on
Beyond goodbye

For Always
Forever
Beyond here and on to eternity
For Always
And ever
You'll be a part of me

And for always
Forever
A thousand tomorrows may cross the sky
And for always
And always
We will go on beyond goodbye...
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New Year- Blank canvas.
Pick yourself up/Brush yourself off/And start all over again.

Swing Time was on last night. I stayed up and watched the Black And White Glamour. Found myself dancing on the tiny patch of uncluttered carpet as I used to do so long ago.
Even in sweatpants and a turtleneck ...with bare feet... you can feel graceful when that music plays and you watch Ginger twirled about by Fred.

Tough times all over, though. Fundless Friends and Loved Ones in Pain and dreams of Mini-London by barge... Don't ask why Mr. "HEY94!" Himself wandered through the dreamscape and why I keep seeing London as a miniaturized themepark with perfectly sculpted gardens over and over and over when I fall asleep.
"Dance with me- I want my arms about you..."

And, hey! My birthday is on Monday.

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