tinhuviel: (Shakespeare)

It’s been an interesting few days.


I’ve been trying to unpack and do laundry, but have been battling where to put what, because I’m having problems getting this chest of drawers and side table put together, and I’m unsure where to place the shelves until I get the couch and have it in the proper position.  So I’m just sort of in a move-in suspended animation until tomorrow, when I’m scheduled to finally get the couch.


As I unpack and sort stuff, I learn of the things that I need and don’t yet have.  Like a broom.  I’ve already asked that someone revoke my Witch Card, because this shit is off the hook.  Who has ever heard of a Witch without a broom?  I was going to use the Swiffer one kind soul sent to me, but I forgot the sweeper needs batteries, so all I can do until I get to a store is just look at it, and look at the floors that won’t be getting cleaned for another couple of days.  Oy vey!


On Wednesday, a maintenance dude came to refurbish my tub and sink.  At first, I was told that Toby, Smidgen, and I would have to be gone for four hours after he had used the paint, but he seemed to think that the complex people were being overly-cautious.  He did warn that the paint had a strong odour, but that was fine, because I liked it once he used it.  Then again, I love the smell of gasoline, so I'm a bit of an olfactory mutant.  He got to work sanding the tub down, as he waited for his boss to bring the paint he needed.  She brought it after about two hours, but she brought the wrong paint, and what the dude needed was all the way in Simpsonville.  He asked if he could return the following morning, and I said yes.  He had to leave all his equipment in the apartment overnight, so I kept a couple of lights on, so I wouldn’t end up falling and breaking my face, or arse, or something else I might need.  He returned the next day and finished the job shortly after Noon.  Right now, I’m super-ripe and look atrocious, because I haven’t had a shower in over 48 hours now.  It’s currently 11:30, so I have less than an hour  to go until I can clean up my act.


Yesterday, Micah was swung by to pick up some incense I had for them, and give me some quarters for bills, so I can do laundry.  Stonesthrow has an on-site laundromat, but the machines only accept quarters, and they have no bill changer.  I found a drink machine in the gym this morning, and thought that might be an option for when I don’t have quarters or a way to get quarters, but the drink machine won’t take my bills!  Frustration is too weak a word for this situation…. Anyway, a few hours before Micah was to arrive, my phone died.  I figured it just needed to be charged.  But it wouldn’t come on, even after an hour of charging.  Nothing I did would make it show any sign of life.  I panicked.  With my health issues, not having a phone is not an option.


Thankfully, Micah was kind enough to haul my butt to AT&T, where I was prepared to bite the bullet and sign a contract, so I could get a new phone.  Everything was in order, until they asked for my identification, which I lost, along with my social security card, in the move across country.  The only way I can get a new phone, the service agent said, was to order it online.  Shiiiiiit!  But she did try this one wee trick to see if there was any hope for the phone, and the battery symbol popped up on the screen.  She explained that, sometimes, phones just get locked up and, if you press the power and home buttons at the same time, it can reboot them, and they are okay.  She suggested I take the phone home, hook it up, and do the reboot.  




So, it appears I don’t need a new phone after all.  I just need to learn every clever tip and trick having to do with the iPhone 5s, and I need to do it as soon as fucking possible, before I find myself in a panicked state, simply because I’m ignunt.


Anyway, it was great meeting and hanging out with Micah, whom I initially met online through my friend Cameron.  They are a delightful person, and I’m really looking forward to watching them perform in an outdoor production of William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in which they play Puck!  Cameron, Cindy, and I were originally scheduled to go to the Saturday production, but Cameron is now thinking it’ll be Sunday, instead, which works better for me, considering I’m supposed to be getting that couch on Saturday.  Back to Micah, we share a fascination for the Arabic language and alphabet.  They are learning Arabic in school and seemed pleased when I told them that my original Rhyllan alphabet was inspired by the Arabic alphabet.  (I really need to turn Rhyllan and Tarmian Tarmi am Tynillim into digital fonts, but I’ll have to wait to get a printer/scanner for that.)  Micah is a brilliant person, and exudes a deep kindness.  Toby could not get close enough to them when they were here.  When they found out I was a Witch, they expressed some interest in learning more about Wicca, since their brother had recently been talking about it as well.  Once I have all my gear unpacked and have the apartment in order enough to where I can cast a Circle to my satisfaction, I'm going to invite Micah, and anyone else who might want to participate, to an open Esbat ritual.  By then, I'll have furniture for people to sit on, and receptacles out of which they can eat and drink!


I find it telling that I have only been back in South Carolina a month, and I’ve already made a new friend in Micah, and a potential new friend and neighbour, whom I met a couple of days ago.  Her name is Christa, and she stopped me as I was walking to the mail box, because she spotted my Pentagram pendant.  She’s moving in later on this month, and she’s an herbalist/acupuncturist who has dabbled in Wicca in the past.  She wants to get together once she’s settled.  I spent four years in San Diego and only made a tiny handful of friends right at the end of my stay in the area.  It isn’t that San Diegans aren’t friendly, this is about me.  I have to admit I was unwilling to get out there and be proactively social.  To be honest, I think that if I had remained in San Diego, I would have become a shut-in, because my social anxiety out there was out the roof.  I don’t know why, but I intend to suss it out over time, because I think it’s important to know the reasons behind my inability to interact with others there, when I don’t seem to have a problem with it here.  If I discover the roots of this behaviour, I can work to rectify it in the future.


Thanks to my Tribe, another very happy difficulty I’m having with getting unpacked and organised, is I keep getting more packages, which means I’m inundated with boxes, which are getting in the way of unpacking more boxes.  I’m not complaining, I think it’s ironic and hilarious!  For now, I’m holding on to the better-made boxes, and have put out the word that they are available to anyone who needs them, for whatever.  If I haven’t heard anything by Saturday evening, I’m beginning the arduous task of breaking them all down and taking them to the recycling bin across the way.

Speaking of Tribe and new friends, I’ve also connected with a local artist, who has created a piece of art for the new pad. I’m looking forward to meeting Modesto and seeing the barn he has drawn.  I had told him to make anything he felt would be good for me and, even though we’ve never met, he decided on a barn.  I have a weakness for barns and, especially, lighthouses, so this was perfect.  I’m thinking the barn will go in the dining room.  I can’t wait to meet Modesto, with whom I hope to work in the future to create an all-inclusive artistic community for the Upstate of South Carolina.  I’m in the market for other art, as well.  I’m hoping Janice will paint me a lighthouse, when her life settles down enough to where she can get back to her painting.  Also, I’ve found this print representing my patron Goddess, Lilith, that I’m keen on putting in the living room.  I also want to get a Tolkien-focused piece of art for the living room.  The other picture I want to put up is the picture of Jesus that Granny painted when I was just a baby.  I grew up believing he was a hippie whose eyes followed me when I moved, and I would flash him the peace sign at least once a day and say, “Peace, brother!”  I left the painting behind when I went to San Diego, because I was afraid it would be damaged in the move.  Now that I’m back, I’m reclaiming it from all the stuff I still have stored in the old house.  Of course, my Shriekback poster will eventually be gracing the bedroom wall.    As for the hall and bathroom, I’m not sure yet what, if anything, I’ll do in the decor department.  Despite my accrual of a shit=tonne of stuff in a very short period of time, I still consider myself a minimalist!


Smidgen vomited day before yesterday, and did so again overnight, but she seems to be doing well, other than those two incidences.  Rene is insisting I stick with the plan of taking her back to Dr. Patch next week, so I’m going to swallow my pride to acquiesce.  If it were me, or a situation that did not involve a living entity, I would just wait to address the issue when I could afford it, but that’s not the case, so off we go to the vet’s office one day next week!  And, actually, as I was writing this, she vomited again.  It was clear fluid with a light yellow tinge to it, so I’m a tad worried that her liver is not doing as well as I had initially hoped.  


I’m out of milk and sugar, so I checked to see if the Instacart service was available in this area.  It is!  So I’m having my milk, sugar, and a couple of other items I needed, delivered in a couple of hours.  Since I’m waiting on this, I’m postponing my shower until after s/he has come and gone.

tinhuviel: (Sick Ren)

Thanks to my wacked-out health, there was an incident last Sunday that landed me in an extended stay hotel until yesterday morning. As documented on my Facebook, I ended up with Blake's cold a couple of weeks ago. Since 2015, I don't just get to have a simple cold and be done with it, no. I end up with secondary infections and my sleep patterns and behaviour are almost always affected. That means I sleepwalk. After the cold began to wane, I developed some sort of viral infection under my tongue. I caved and went to the doctor about that last Friday. He gave me some lidocaine for the pain and told me to ride it out for about a week, at which time, it should be getting better. But it wasn't just that. A knot - infection? lymph gland? who knows? - began growing behind my left ear. I felt generally unwell. The next thing I remember, Janice is driving me to Crossland Suites. She thought I had over-taken some of my medication and, when she couldn't find it in my stuff, was not going to be convinced otherwise. I was so sick and out of it, I was incapable of explaining what I had done with my meds, and had no way to show her that all was in order, because I'd repacked everything a couple of days prior, along with the meds I'd had moved from San Diego to here. It was an effort in poor organisation. The next day, I Uber'd to the closest CVS and had them check my temp at the minute clinic. My throat was on fire, and I felt delusional, and couldn't think straight. I had a fever of 103. I got some aspirin and juice, and went back to the hotel to die. Then I lost my voice for three days.

Fortunately, I began to recover from this nightmare on Thursday.  Friday was the big day of the move, so I had to be at least marginally functional!  When Friday came, my voice was back, my mouth had recovered almost completely, and my throat was only a little scratchy.  I was still weak and underwhelmed, but I was present and accounted for.

It's been slow going like you wouldn't believe with the unpacking process.  I don't have furniture to put things on, and I don't want to put stuff on the floor, in the event Toby decides he wants to mark something, like an asshole, so I'm having to pick and choose what I pull out for right now.  Today, I wanted to smudge the apartment, and set up a little bit of sacred space in the bedroom, but I can't find my supplies and incense.  I've gone through everything and can't find an inkling of Witchery anywhere.  But I did find the prescriptions I'd consolidated!  I called Janice to let her know and, when I see her, I'm gonna show her what I'd done and why it looked so bad, when she went to check on my medicinal intake.  I also apologised for acting so wonky.  I really could not help it, though!

Yesterday, I got a delivery of cheese garlic bread and a Pepsi, which I have been subsisting on for almost 24 hours. About an hour ago, I did something I had not done since 2013: I used a pot and cooked soup on a real stove. To most, I guess this is no big deal but, for me, it's truly a momentous occasion that means several things.  It means that I'm more self-sufficient now that I have been in years.  It means I can begin to eat properly and have more variety in my life as a crap foodie.  It means that I am going to save a huge amount of money on food, because I have so much storage space, a whole damned fridge, and the ability to prepare food rather than depending on prepackaged junk food.  Cooking that soup on a stove top, in my own pot, with my own spoon, means that I am free.  It also means that Gordon Ramsay will have one more vegetarian pseudo-cook to rail at for existing, and daring to darken the sacred doors of a kitchen!

Of course, I could not have gotten to this mini-milestone, had it not been for the kind souls of my Tribe and our extended clan.  Were I able, I would cook up a flipping cauldron of soup and share it with you all, as we party as hard as a pack of introverts could!

47, Part 2

Sep. 11th, 2014 01:54 pm
tinhuviel: (Elton_Tin)

We went to EC Tattoo at the corner of Midway and Rosecrans. This is where the Mother Unit got her wolf, and she had already told Eric they'd be back with her daughter to get a tat for her birthday the next day. He had to shrink my picture down in order for it to fit on my foot, and I also asked him to change the pink hues to green. Yeah. If pink ever ends up being permanently attached to me in any way, shape, or form, I'll just have to steal and army tank and drive into the condom-infested ocean to end it, then and there.

Eric's translation of the image into what he would be putting on my foot was nothing short of spectacular. I even love the placement of it, where the tail seems to be curving around my ankle bone. It took him a little over two hours, but it was well worth the time!

Reptile! )

There were a few instances during the tattooing, I thought I was gonna pass out from holding my breath. I had always heard that foot tattoos were exceedingly painful, so I was as prepared as I could be. Eric's music helped a great deal. He had a Spotify mix inhabiting every atom in the shop, serving up an eclectic collection of Rap, Hip Hop, Funk, Pop, R & B, and Soul. Music always makes things better, unless it's Justin Bieber... About halfway through the inking, Eric sprayed something cool on my foot and began to rub it in. Then he began inking again. This time, though, I didn't feel anything. Anything. I figured I'd either achieved a Zen state from the first 45 minutes or so, and was now channeling the Tattoo Buddha, or I had had a stroke. It was neither. That spray Eric had used could probably be used to help women, or Brian Quinn, in labour!

Here's a picture of the tat without my fish-white foot and rotated for a better look.
skin ink )

Why did I want a lizard? Not for the reason some might think. My first experience with a wild animal was with a garter snake at the age of five. I was walking in the woods next to our house with the Mother Unit, when we came upon a green garter snake. It was young, around a foot long. Mama picked it up and let me hold it for a few minutes before we placed it back down and carried on. I fell in love with the feel of cool, soft, reptilian skin on that day. That experience was what set me on the road to respecting, honouring, and adoring the natural world around us. As I got older, I began to feel a particular kinship to reptiles, because of their typical relationship with humans. They are unfairly judged as ugly, dangerous, slimy and, in some cases like the story of Genesis, downright demonic. Given my lifetime experience with humans, I've often felt like I was playing the role of the reptile - outcast and misunderstood, based mainly on my appearance. When I decided on getting five tattoos in 2000, I was determined to make the lizard on the foot happen as soon as I could.

Matt didn't get his tat yesterday, because he didn't have the image he was keen on getting. I helped him this morning collect a variety of African Greys in different shades and position for Eric to reference in creating the image Matt wants. He went over to EC Tattoos about an hour ago. As for me, I have to go to the dentist at 3 o'clock, wearing the Mother Unit's pink bedslippers, since I was instructed not to wear shoes for at least five days. It's kind of ironic that the only shoes I can safely wear are the colour to which I strongly objected in the original lizard image.

So yeah, the 47th birthday was full of surprises and an overall atmosphere of camaraderie I would never have expected in a million years. At the end of the day, I hugged both Mama and Matt, and thanked them for the good company, good food, and awesome gifts.

I also spent the rest of my night thanking everyone online who had sent me birthday wishes. Sometimes acknowledgement is the only thing a person needs to feel good. Everyone made me feel like a ridiculously special person yesterday and, for that, I'm grateful beyond my capacity to accurately verbalise.

47, Part 1

Sep. 11th, 2014 01:50 pm
tinhuviel: (Elton_Tin)

When I was a kid, when my birthday rolled around, I was usually thrown a party with all adults, 'cos that's kind of what happens when you're an unpopular only child. But I loved them all the same, and was always thrilled and grateful for any presents. I was pretty low maintenance. When the family would ask me what I wanted for my birthday, as I got older, the answer was usually music, first in the forms of 45s and 33.3 RPMs, then later in CD format. But I was never one to really expect anything.

So yesterday happened. It got to a kind of shitty start with a visit to the doctor to find out I have some sort of mystery mass on my liver, and more tests need to be taken to discern if it's a danger. After that, though, the Mother Unit and Matt went into full-on "Let's surprise the flying fuck out of Tin for her birthday!" mode.

We got home from the doctor, and Matt came from upstairs to meet us, carrying a box wrapped in tinfoil. When I opened it, this was inside.

imagery, and more imagery! )

So I got a lot of learnin' to do, Lucy!

It wasn't over yet, though. They then took me to D.Z. Akin's so I could wallow around in the best omelette I've ever eaten - a three-egg lox and cream cheese omelette, with extra cream cheese. Holy fuck, that is so good! Of course, I couldn't eat all of it then. I still have about half of it, so it should all be gone by tonight. Seriously, if you ever get a chance to have a lox and cream cheese omelette, don't pass it up. It could be a mortal sin.

A couple of hours later, we got back to the house and I figured the rest of the day would be pretty mellow. I reached out to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, and began to play around with an upcoming scene from the Work In Progress.

I was wrong.

Matt informed me that they were going out again in an hour or so, as he was going to get his tattoo. He and the Mother Unit insisted I go along, because I was going to get a tattoo as well. What? The Mother Unit had gone the day before and gotten a howling wolf tat on her shoulder (pictures will be forthcoming, when she'll let me take one and share it). They knew about my Living Tree idea, and that I wanted a lizard on one foot and an Ankh on the other, for a final total of five tattoos. I decided to go with the lizard on my right foot, and began hunting for pictures to give the artist an idea of what I wanted. This was the lizard I decided on.

David Icke's worst nightmare )
tinhuviel: (Star of David)

Today, I went to see my pain doctor, who had the results of the MRIs of my back and right knee.  It turns out I have a severely herniated disk in (I think he said) 5th lumbar.  He’s looking into getting me an epidural, as well as some restorative injections for the right knee.  The shot for the shoulder is still waiting on approval.  He gave me meds and is having me come back next week.  Also, he’s arranged to have me do aqua therapy.

I really like him.  He comes across as just a D00D.  The only time our interaction rankled me was his mention of my weight.  I quickly informed him that I had just recently been diagnosed as hypothyroidic and that I’d gained approximately 20 pounds in two months.  But since I’d been on the synthroid meds for the past two weeks, I’d lost 5 pounds.  He sorta backed off that topic when I made it rather obvious that I knew my shit and was trying to deal with it accordingly.

I took the Mother Unit to D.Z. Akins for a late lunch.  I tried out their lox and cream cheese omelette with a side of cottage cheese.  The portions where huge and wonderful, so I’ll be enjoying the meal two or three more times before it’s all gone.  The closest thing I ever got to well-made Jewish food in SC was Temple B’nai Israel’s annual bake sale, and IHOP’s cheese blintzes.  D.Z. Akins is to die for.

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Home now, and half crippled from being out for so long.  Here’s hoping sleep will be agreeable and visit me tonight.
tinhuviel: (Default)
The day started out poorly.

I reached my hand too high on the metal door to the room where Syd and Nancy (the nesting couple) reside, and Pinky, one of their grown babies, decided to take a chunk out of my finger. I had to flick my hand to get him off, and he came off easily enough, but I bled like a sonnamabeetch. I washed my hand, and rinsed with alcohol, then lathered the wound with neosporin and bandaged it. It has settled seriously sore.

A couple of hours later, I was going down the stairs, missed a step, and tumbled downwards, smacking my bionic knee on the opposite wall. It hurt like a sonnamabeetch, but I figured HEY! It's bionic, it'll be okay.

But it just hurt more as the day went on.

So about six hours later, I asked the Mother Unit to take me to Urgent Care. By then, I didn't know what leg to limp on, so my gait can only be described as being pretty much identical to Big Birds. That's pretty damned pathetic.

The doc took x-rays and didn't see any damage done to the replacement, which was a huge relief, but he's still gonna have the radiologist give it the once-over on Monday. If anything hideous is found, he said they'd call. He sent me home with a prescription, and away we went.

We dropped off the prescription, then the Mother Unit asked if I wanted to grab a bite to eat whilst we waited for it to be filled. I'm not proud, so I said sure. We ended up going to the City Delicatessen a real live Jewish deli (even though they do serve some pork, but hey, nobody's perfect). We had potato knishes as an appetiser, the Unit had the Bronx Burger, I had cheese blintzes, and we split a piece of Boston Cream Pie the size of the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey.


As someone who has lived in an area where the only real Jewish food you could get was from the Temple B'Nai Israel when they had their annual bake sale, I was fully prepared to do some sort of glorious crippled Jewish Big Bird Bottle Dance in celebration. Maybe I can do it in a day or so, as I brought home enough leftovers to do me the next two or three meals.

The food is seriously weep-worthy, and I'll be jonesin' to go back as soon as my take-home food is gone. Holy moly, it's unreal how good it was!

One thing that happened whilst we were there was a juke box war I ended up having with this 50's-age couple who were seated a few booths away. They were hellbent on playing the most hellish songs from their booth-located juke box, and I just couldn't let it be. If memory serves, here's part of our serve/volley repertoire.

Them: "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison
Me: "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen
Them: "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin
Me: "That's the Way (uh-huh uh-huh) I Like It" by KC and the Sunshine Band
Them: "I'll Be There" by the Jackson Five
Me: "One Thing Leads to Another" by the Fixx
Them: "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Roberta Flack
Me: "Sussudio" by Phil Collins

When they both started to groove to "Sussudio," I knew that I had won. So there, muthas!

And that's all I have to report for now.

The end.
tinhuviel: (Yay....)
When I do get to sleep for any length of time, I'm having dreams of interacting with Aunt Tudi. They are so incredibly real that I have woken myself up several times in the past couple of weeks, talking to her. And, if I'm not doing that, I'm having those falling dreams that you tend to have when you're on the threshold of actual sleep, the kind that make you jerk awake. Neither are very conducive to decent sleep, and to be honest, they actually make me want to stay awake. At least when I'm awake, despite the depression, I have some semblance of control over my mind.

In other news, I ate for the first time in three days just a few hours ago. Everything tastes horrible, and I haven't really been hungry. If I keep this up, I'm either gonna be thin or dead...or both. Either or both would be fine with me.

That's the latest good news from the Cliffs of Insanity. I'm gonna end this quickly, as I have an extremely clingy cat lying in the crook of my right arm, preventing my ability to use the keyboard with any shred of success.
tinhuviel: (Andy Partridge)
I ran an experiment. I included Partridge in four tweets. He answered all four.

  1. First tweet was about my belief that radiation, even from human-created nuclear incidences, will affect the next step in evolution. Mutation is just another word for evolution. He tweeted back: Interesting theory!

  2. Second tweet was to a couple of Hooligans about the horribledays, saying I was going to drive about carolling Pagan songs by XTC He tweeted all three of us, saying: Taxis work out cheaper I find.

  3. Third tweet was my sending him the link this angry cat picture that I made. He responded with: VERY evil cat, in a planet full of evil cats.

  4. Fourth tweet was about how humanity's knowledge outshines our barely-present wisdom, and how it will result in our extinction. He tweeted back almost immediately: Knowledge without wisdom is useless

Why he's suddenly all chatty with me when he never answered the first couple of tweets I made to him when I first started following him, is beyond me. I'm not complaining, I love Andy Partridge! I'm sure anyone who reads the Cliffs already knows that. I am making a concentrated effort not to gush all over him over there. I think that, if I can refrain from doing that with B, I can certain do it with Andy Partridge. But it's thrilling to see that it seems we are of a same mind about certain things, so that makes me want to go "ohhhmygodandypartridgeiloveyousomuchweneedtodiscussphilosphyreligionandmusiccccc!" So yeah. I'm struggling. I can't help but think about what Aunt Tudi would do if she were here to see me finally make contact with Andy Partridge. She would flail right along with me, 'cos she knew how important Partridge's music has been to me since 1988.

This morning, I got up, fed the beasties, threw some clothes on and dashed out to get milk. I like to get the milk as early in the morning as possible. It's fresher and you have more of a choice as to which gallon you want. After I got the milk and gave George (the resident dog at the dairy) a treat, I went on to Ingles to get some cat food and people food.

When I passed the fish section, I spied something I had not had since 1998, when I had breakfast in a hotel in New York while I was on a business trip; LOX! Remembering the admonitions I got from [livejournal.com profile] paisley_daze and [livejournal.com profile] janalyson, I decided to get me a wee pack of it. It's not cheap; then again, no fish these days is cheap, so I may as well get something that I love. I toodled on to the dairy aisle and got me a dozen eggs. Eating that many eggs before they go out of date is going to be a challenge, but I'm going to try. If I have any left once they're not safe enough for me, I'll scramble them up and mix them with the dog's food. They're cage free organic eggs, so they last longer than the others. Thicker shells, more healthy insides. Seriously, very good and good for you. I think I got a couple other protein-y things that will last me for more than a week.

Right now, I'm eating bagels with lox and cream cheese. Delicious doesn't even begin to cover it. Here's hoping it gives me a couple of red blood cells.
tinhuviel: (wwJDd?)
I believe a good journal entry begins with an interesting subject line, even if that subject line doesn't fully describe the body of the journal entry itself. Sometimes, you just have to make sacrifices and, since human sacrifice is generally frowned upon, I'll have to settle for an interesting, but not wholly descriptive, subject line.

Tonight, I had a Pot Noodle for supper. My tongue is still out of whack from my biting it so bad, so I'm limiting myself to soft and semi-soft foods. Pot Noodles fall under that category. This Pot Noodle, though, was entirely different from the others I've had. This one was spicy. No... it was SPICY! It was so hot, I was weeping and begging for Sweet Jesus to take me home. I ate the whole thing, though, and I feel like it has cauterized the wound on my tongue. So, maybe I should have eaten a hot Pot Noodle sooner than this, despite its horrific effects on my body and soul.

I went to the Social Security office today to speak with Ms. McNalley. I had received a letter in the mail about two weeks ago, telling me to contact the Social Security office and speak with an S. Fincher. I had to do this by 22 May, or my qualification for SSI/Medicaid may be compromised. So I began calling the same day I was in receipt of this letter, but every time I called, all I got was a voice mail for a Ms. McNalley. I would leave a message each time I called, but I never received a call back. We had to go to Spartanburg today, so I decided to swing by Social Security and talk to someone face-to-face, since it was obvious I was not going to get any joy via Ma Bell. When I was finally called to a window, I explained my dilemma to the social worker and she told me that Ms. McNalley was S. Fincher, that she had gotten married. Dude...why not change your bleeding voice mail?! The social worker asked me to wait for about thirty minutes, as Ms. McNalley was currently at lunch. So I waited and was called back about 35 minutes later.

Ms. McNalley explained to me that the letter I received was for me to call and set up an appointment to come in for my interview to see if I qualified for SSI/Medicaid benefits. For about thirty minutes, Ms. McNalley asked me question after question about my residence, car, income from outside sources (like foodstamps), and any earned income. I was brutally honest with her about everything, up to an including my earned income from mid-2009 through May-2011 - all $36.80 of it. She gave me googly eyes at that and I tittered with amusement on the inside. After the interview, Ms. McNalley processed my information and informed me that I did qualify for SSI/Medicaid retroactively to September 2009. From the way she explained it, this means that all the medical bills I've accrued during the period in question should be retroactively paid by Medicaid instead of my having to pay them out of my retroactive cheque. If that's the case, this is very good news. She also said I qualified for supplemental security income during that period and asked me if I wanted the monies directly deposited into my bank account. I'm not sure if that means I'm getting an additional payment from Social Security? ::boggles:: Not sure if this is the case, but I surely hope so.

Now for some piccies. It's just a variety of happy photies snapped over the past few months, with accompanying captions. Enjoy the snaps.

This is our nightly visitor. The opossum comes to eat some cat food each night. It will let me sit in the rocking chair about a yard away and watch it munch merrily along. I just love opossums!

click for more fun! )

And, finally, I wanted to commit to my beloved Cliffs of Insanity a discussion that Aunt Tudi and I had earlier. Aunt Tudi was asking me about the different speeds one might have to connect to the Internet, and how they differed from one another. I came up with the following analogy.

  • Dial up = Walking in deep snow with snow shoes on. You can get around, but it's difficult and slow as hell.

  • AT&T FastAccess DSL Lite (13x faster than Dial Up) = Cross-country skiing. You're chugging along pretty well, but it's still slower than you'd like.

  • AT&T FastAccess DSL Xtreme 6.0 (100x faster than Dial Up) = Chase rocketing Chevy down the snow-covered hill on his greased-up mega-sled.

If you're unsure what my Chevy Chase reference is, click said reference above and be taken to one of the funniest scenes in a movie ever filmed.

Alrighty, that pretty much covers it. I have an important post to make after this, that needs special attention from any Texans who may read it. Stay tuned.
tinhuviel: (Caveman)
After my 50-page editing extravaganza yesterday, I've been a total slacker today. I've yet to begin editing today; instead, I've watched useless TV, went to the grocery store with Aunt Tudi, and now I'm eating an American Pot Noodle and hummus while I psych myself out to grind the editing bone into action. I think I've been useless today because the weather has sucked my life force out through the top of my head. I usually enjoy the rain, but this round of precipitation has been clammy, messy, and generally unpleasant. It's not conducive to creative endeavours, including editing.

This Pot Noodle is like eating a bowl of roundworms with freeze-dried vegetables. Tasty, neh?
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Aunt Tudi and I went to Horizon to sell some CDs and books, just to be on the safe side, to stay afloat. I'm not nearly as ambivalent about selling my music as I used to be, thanks to the wonderful power of iPodery. I'm all "here's my tunes, but I still got them, la la la." Horizon is attached to a place called the Bohemian Cafe. Since Aunt Tudi and I had been out most all day, we decided to pop into the cafe for something to drink. What we found on the menu, though, almost made me have a hissy fit. In the appetizers was the house cheese platter, featuring Drunken Goat Cheese, Sage Cheese, and ... STILTON APRICOT CHEESE. I've been wanting Stilton Cheese since May of 2006. That's four years, dude, four long years. While Gene looked through what we had to sell, Aunt Tudi and I treated ourselves to the cheese platter. Even Aunt Tudi liked the Stilton Cheese. She just didn't like the sausages I guess. We immersed ourselves in cheesy goodness, garnished with crackers. Aunt Tudi drank coffee and I had an blackberry Italian soda. Heaven. Absolute heaven. If we ever have the fundage for another round at the Bohemian Cafe's cheese, we are so going back.
tinhuviel: (Devil Smidge)
David Bowie is just a genius. For someone to think up the song 'Fashion' has to be a freakin' genius.

That's not what this post is about. It's just sort of random something.

Oh oh BIG NEWS. I'm writing a Joker fanfic. I need a vacation from everything else and I did promise [livejournal.com profile] acook a Femme Joker story. Not sure how it's gonna turn out, but I'm hellbent on writing it. It's my Joker. Same Joker I've always written except for that Mister J is Miss J instead. And she's out to date the Bat. So I'm working on that.

I've 16 copies of The Chalice coming to me, all of them spoken for. I'll be taking a copy up to Malaprops for certain so that they can see they get props in the book. Hopefully, they'll order a bunch wholesale and want me to do a book signing. That'd be groovy. I'd write my 'Writers' Cabal/Vampire Division' shirt up there for the big even. Man, am I such a dreamer.

Aunt Tudi made some buttery biscuits. There's nothing like a Southern buttermilk biscuit. Nothing at all. No, my English friends, it is not a cookie. It's a wad of cooked dough that will pitch a party in your mouth, especially if you add butter and jam to it. One big biscuit is like a meal to me, so Aunt Tudi makes sure to make what she calls "The Big Mama." That was my supper.

I sure hope this Pristiq works for Aunt Tudi pretty soon. She's gonna lose it and kill me if something drastic doesn't take place. Then again, my Cymbalta really isn't working all that well, so someone killing me isn't necessarily an unpleasant thought.

Now I'm listening to a song by Dave Brubek & Louis Armstrong. The bassline in this is very important to me because it's my grandfather Irving Manheim playing the upright. He played with so many people and I wish I knew who all were graced with his funky bassline. I often wonder what happened to his bass after he died. I want to someday create a website honouring both Irving Manheim and Helen Aprea (my grandmother, who sang in the Jazz Age up until lung cancer took her voice). I mentioned doing this with the Mother Unit, but my work with the book got to be the center of my attention. Perhaps after the sales begin to slow, I can collaborate with the unit on writing the website and her putting it together.

Ah, now Danny Elfman. The theme song from 'Wanted,' which makes me think of James McAvoy. Now I can't think at all.


Aug. 10th, 2010 06:32 pm
tinhuviel: (Rango)
Little Michael has come with his ladders to pick all these peaches on the edge of my land. Since they weren't cultivated by farmers, they're volunteer trees and the peaches came without any sort of chemical enhancement. I can imagine the sweet taste on my lips right now. It's going to be utterly heavenly. Jams, preserves, pickles, cobblers, and just plain fresh peaches have been discussed with great fervour. I have to admit, this is one of the few good things about living in South Carolina. Give me a fresh peach anytime and I'm a happy camper.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
Not Peaches and Herb. That's a whole other ball game.

We had to go out and get medicine today. It took me forever to get up the gumption to actually get ready to go. I never want to go anywhere anymore. I prefer to stay at home. If I never had to leave the house again, I'd be thrilled. I'm following in the footsteps of Jeff Lynne, it would seem, embracing a very reclusive nature. I'm not really sure why I'm becoming a recluse...and I'm not sure if I really want to take that road, but it's where I'm headed.

On the way back in, I parked the car in our regular spot and Aunt Tudi asked me what that was hanging over one of our fences. I walked out only to find a volunteer peach tree, its branches sagging with the weight of hundreds of peaches. They aren't ripe yet and they're small, about the size of golf balls, but they're on my property which means peach cobbler is in my foreseeable future. Hot damn!
tinhuviel: (T and B)
I haven't proofread one damned word today. Personally, I think it may be some sort of psychological block that, once I've proofed the manuscript, the trilogy will actually be over. It's like sending your kid off to boarding school or your pet to a kennel for an extended period of time. I've lived with and loved so many of these characters for so long, I'm really not certain what I'll do without them. I guess I could write some drabbles and have Vampire short-story book, but I don't want something like that to be a detriment to the trilogy as a whole.

I could be doing the song-by-song for Barry, but I haven't the words for that yet. I still need to give the songs more of an intensive listen. Plus, he sprang an unexpected song on me just today, thus increasing the work, and this isn't even the songs that Carl is contributing. Someday, I'm gonna have to sit down with Mr. Marsh and enlighten him as to his influence on my naming my main Relics character. I think he'll be amused. He seems quite the affable sort. Martyn is the shy one. Dave is intimidating. And Barry is Barry.

Two bananas. Two bananas and some peanut butter are what I've had to eat since 5 this morning. I'd go for something more substantial, but I cannae be sussed. Every time I think of food, I go all o_0 and say "noooo thank youuu..." But I'd pinch you for some french fries right now. Chip-style on the Brighton coastline. Ohhhhh, I miss England! I could subsist on their sausages and chips until I die of artery cloggage (<---new word). I want to eat the Salmon of Knowledge avec le sauce hollaindaise. Instead, I'll drink rootbeer and think of Paul wishing he could get some. It's not fair. We should all have the opportunity to obtain the things we wish to have.

There is a kebab place down the street now. I'll have to check it out if I ever get any bloody money! The place is called Doner Kebab and it's a little kiosk set up right in front of Ingles grocery. It intrigues me because it reminds me of the food kiosks in England.

I swear, I'm more homesick for England now than I was in 2006. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna says it gets no better. I just want my writing career to take off so I can run off to the West Country and write to my heart's content. I'd be willing to make just about any sacrifice to make that happen.
tinhuviel: (Bellatrix)
I'm going to write this in sections in the hope that I can remember all that's been going on and be able to express it in a coherent and cohesive manner. So here goes...


shake, shimmy, and roll )


A Cadmus quote...but so much more to do! )


Everybody here go bang! )

Various and Sundry, Whatnot, Bits and Bobs, This, That, and the Other, Hoo-ha, Meanderings, Murmurings, and Mumblings

Happy Banana Dance )

Okay, I've been working on this off and on for a goodly part of the day. I think I'm all written out. ::collapses::
tinhuviel: (Funky Bald Molina)
I'm not kidding.

tinhuviel: (Caveman)
Thanks to everyone for all the well-wishes. That's really sweet of you.

Dr. Pilch has increased my Topamax to two a day for five days, then three a day after that. I'm taking Topamax for my migraines, but it's also a seizure medicine, so I lucked out. Ha Ha!

Aunt Tudi and I went out to dinner with Aunt Janice and Uncle Michael. Todd sent Aunt Tudi a gift card for Outback, so we went Australian this evening. I had an appetizer's before my steak: crab-stuffed shrimp. They were deeeeelicious. If I ever get to go back, I'm not getting a steak. I'm having the crab-stuffed shrimp for an appetizer and for dinner. In fact, they could just give me a big tub of that crab stuffing and let me bathe in it. It was that good and that's no lie.

I've taken all my meds now and I'm going to try to sleep. I did sleep really well last night in between the seizures, which I don't remember at all. All I remember is Aunt Tudi freaking out on me. I hate I scared her.

I adore the advert people at Geico. The caveman commercials are genius, just as stack of money with eyes, and the old guy with the gecko. The old guy/gecko advert with them in the bathroom talking about ringtones is golden. "Ring-a ding ding ding-a-dee-ding ding-e-do!" HAHAHAHA! Now they have this Mission Impossible type man asking the question "Can Geico really save you 15% or more on car insurance? Does 10 pounds of flour make a really big biscuit?" And then it shows this little boy buttering this huuuge biscuit! Omigawd, I just want to hang out with the Geico advert department. They've got to be the most hilarious folks on Earth. I love them. Wait, I'm gonna see if it's on You Tube. Yep! Here it is. Enjoy!
tinhuviel: (wwJDd?)
On Twitter, [livejournal.com profile] filmkitty was wondering if she should be watching 'The Grapes of Wrath,' so I suggested other fruits that might bring her more joy. It got out of hand after I suggested the Melons of Lust thanks, of course, to [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh . So, without further ado, I present the Seven Deadly Sins as portrayed by Fruit and the Seven Heavenly Virtues as portrayed by Vegetables. We shall then mix it up a little with sinful junk food and heavenly whole grains.

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS as portrayed by Fruit
  1. The Apricots of Pride
  2. The Raspberries of Envy
  3. The Tangerines of Gluttony
  4. The Melons of Lust
  5. The Grapes of Wrath
  6. The Pineapples of Avarice
  7. The Blueberries of Sloth

THE SEVEN HEAVENLY VIRTUES as portrayed by vegetables

  1. The Rutabagas of Prudence

  2. The Radishes of Temperance

  3. The Onions of Justice

  4. The Bok Choi of Fortitude

  5. The Celery of Charity

  6. The Spinach of Hope

  7. The Potatoes of Faith

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS as portrayed by junk foods

  1. The Cheetos of Pride

  2. The Popsicles of Envy

  3. The Dessert Bar of Gluttony

  4. The Pizza of Lust

  5. The Nachos of Wrath

  6. The Potato Chips of Avarice

  7. The Milk Duds of Sloth

THE SEVEN HEAVENLY VIRTUES as portrayed by whole grains

  1. The French Bread of Prudence

  2. The Pitas of Temperance

  3. The Matzohs of Justice

  4. The Macaroni of Fortitude

  5. The Yeast Roll of Charity

  6. The Fettuccines of Hope

  7. The Croutons of Faith

You got anything? Feel free to addeth or taketh away.
tinhuviel: (wwjokerkd)
I have days where I'm severely hungry, eating stuff like Pac-Man munching on power pellets. Earlier, Aunt Tudi sent me on a mission to buy us a rotisserie chicken. Nothing ever goes to waste when Aunt Tudi and I eat a rotisserie chicken. She likes the white meat and I prefer the dark meat. Dark meat on a rotisserie chicken is like heaven on a bone! It's tender, juicy, and it tastes divine.

When I got home with the chicken, Aunt Tudi stripped all the meat off it, designating a white meat bowl and a dark meat bowl. I grabbed the dark meat bowl and put a generous layer of chicken on a slice of butterbread, then microwaved it for 20 seconds. After that, I slapped a thick blob of Hellman's mayonnaise on the other slice of butterbread, placed that slice on the chicken slice, and pressed down hard so that the mayo would squish all through the chicken.

It was the best damned chicken sammich I've ever head. I'm gonna have to have another later on in the evening. It was so good, I felt like breaking out in song. Dunno what song I'd sing. Since chicken is involved, maybe something from Rock-a-Doodle?
tinhuviel: (Dave)
My favourite non-alcoholic beverage is Cheerwine. While at the store getting some chicken for supper, I found the most amazing thing in the ice cream section: Cheerwine Sherbet! I had to buy it, even though I couldn't really afford it. It's a cherry sherbet and it's absolutely delicious. I'm thinking about making myself a Cheerwine float with the drink and the sherbet. I expect it to be so good, my head will explode from sheer joy.
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
I retired around 1 AM and, with Toby trampling me, I finally drifted off to The Chronicles of Riddick about an hour later. It was one of those nights where, even though I was sleeping, I was aware that I was asleep, just under the wire of unconsciousness, but not fully there to where I could dream or rid myself of my thoughts. And I clenched my teeth all night long. I got up about an hour ago with a low grade headache and sore teeth thanks to that. The dentist made me this plastic tooth guard to help with my clenching, but it no longer fits properly and, to be honest, I hated wearing it because it kept me from getting fully asleep, it was so weird feeling.

Today, Aunt Tudi and I are supposed to go 'round and pay the rest of our bills, but the weather is supposed to be bleak all day, so I'm gonna try to persuade her to put it off until tomorrow. I don't feel like going anywhere today and I have a doctor appointment tomorrow, so we have to be out tomorrow anyway. I'm supposed to wake her up at 9:30, so we'll see then.

Speaking of Aunt Tudi, she was introduced, along with myself, to the wonderful medium of televiewing via the computer last night. Under the advisement of [livejournal.com profile] tryslora and [livejournal.com profile] penguingirl84, I sought out the 100th episode of LOST Aunt Tudi accidentally taped over yesterday, so we got to watch it online last night. I opted for the high definition since this computer is HD and we were blown away by the clarity of the picture. That got me to jonesin' for more HD goodness, so I watched a number of things on You Tube with the HD option. One of them was, of course, The Joker Blogs' "An Apple a Day." I got a screen cap of the dude right after the fork trick and made this for a larf.

this. it was for a larf. so....larf )

I swear to the Mighties, this dude tickles me silly, and he's so good at what he's doing it's scary.

It just occurred to me that I'm hungry. I want cheesy eggs. Nom nom cheesy eggs....
tinhuviel: (Andy Partridge)
After another happily celebrity-ridden past few days (the Joker Blogs dude poking back at me after my poking at him, then being friended on Facebook by Saint Bob, I got the opportunity of lifetime, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] glittertrixie. I seriously considered not doing it but, after a shitty day, I figured "what the hell? what could possibly go wrong?" So I grabbed the tiger by the tail and asked this godawful three-part question:

A weird, multi-faceted question, but what would you expect from a friend of a friend? Part one: Are you planning on working with Barry Andrews again in the near future (as Monstrance, with Shriekback, or in some other unholy incarnation)? Part two: Do you ever miss the Psychedelic days of the Dukes and have you ever seriously considered resurrecting them in some incarnation or three? Part three: Would you consider enjoying a spot of homemade macaroni-n-cheese, my treat, if I ever make it back to England?

If I get an answer at all, I'll be thrilled. If I'm taken up on my mac-n-cheese invitation, I shall promptly poo on myself and many many people who know about the origins of this portion of my question shall titter with glee.

That is all.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Blogs_Dude)
So here I sit eating braunschweiger, which apparently is an acquired taste. I love it. Most people like it in sandwich format. I can eat it with a spoon. Or a fork. Or, better yet, with a spork. Most foods can, and should, be eaten with the Mighty Spork. That's a rule somewhere. If it's not, it should be. Sporks should be the eating utensils du jour. They also make good weapons. John Doe should have used a spork in Se7en.

I finally got my Adobe Photoshop loaded onto the new computer, which I've decided to name Helga. The computer, not the program. Helga is a good name. A strong name. The first picture I've manipulated is one of that nameless genius who plays Mister J on The Joker Blogs. Behold my icon goodness. I have shared it with Mister J and strongly suggested that, since he's already made himself present on Facebook and, saints preserve us, MySpace, he needs to make his Mighty Mighty Self present and accounted for on Live Journal. What does MySpace have that LJ doesn't? Oh, that's right........an ungodly lack of TACT. ::eyeroll:: Hopefully, the dude will take my advice.


Apr. 6th, 2009 07:41 am
tinhuviel: (Farce)
I take Aunt Tudi to the hand doctor this morning. Her hands are an arthritic mess that she can barely use. When you're a human and you can't use your hands, you may as well be driven off into the hills by angry tribesmen and left to die that lonely death of Natural Selection. Instead, though, I'm taking her to the doctor. After leaving Dr. Essman, we need to go by the big PO and the dentist, so I can pay for my Big Bodacious Tooth Yankin' from a month or so ago.

Then home, at which time I will be writing more on JF9. It's time J checks out of Arkham. The place is a bore.

Before any of this transpires, though, I'm enjoying a nice cuppa and some cheese Danish. The Dutch the conjured the Danish after trying to invent the Perfect Munchie to have handy once their tokin' took effect.
tinhuviel: (Weasel)
Here are a couple of photies of Aunt Tudi's fabulicious fudge.

The pan:

A bowl:


Sep. 28th, 2008 11:37 am
tinhuviel: (2D and 3C)
For the first time in pernear a decade, Aunt Tudi is making her famous fudge! We're both craving chocolate like angry bitches with a grudge, but we have no money to purchase a bar, so I made the subtle suggestion that she get herself thence and use some of the cocoa we have in the cabinet to make fudge. I could have made it, but she does a much better job of it. My fudge always gets hard and is able to be cut, which I know is the proper result of fudge-making, but Aunt Tudi's fudge is incredible. You have to eat it with a spoon because it never gets solid enough to cut. It's super-gooey, like chewing on a spoonful of tar. Nothing quite measures up to Aunt Tudi's tasty chocolate masterpiece.
tinhuviel: (Llama!)
Tonight I trained with Alexa, who is heading back to Charlotte to attend her final year at the culinary academy starting Wednesday. The main thing I learnt at the bakery this evening was how to pull the bread and get it ready for baking the next day. All the dough is frozen. Hard. And so was I by the time I pulled everything I needed to pull. One of the items I had to pull was hot dog buns. I was to pull 32 buns and get them ready for tomorrow. I accidentally pulled 33. Even though the dough is frozen solid, it thaws pretty quickly, so here I was with this extra knob of bread dough and nothing to do with it. So I taste-tested it. I have this thing about raw dough of any sort. When I was a kid, Granny would always warn me that I was going to end up with worms if I didn't stop with the devouring of biscuit dough, but I think she was just trying to get me to stop eating her biscuits before she ever got them in the oven. If the whole worm thing were true, I'd have died of a severe infestation years ago.

Anyway, I really enjoyed that pre-cooked hot dog bun and expect that I'll get the reputation of resident dough sucker if I can hold down three jobs. Honestly, I'm not sure I can do it. This bakery job is pretty difficult and is playing havoc with my arthritis. I'm gonna try my level best, though. I don't go back to Ingles until Monday.

Tomorrow is Dollar General day. Yay! I really like that job. I didn't think I'd like being a cashier, but it's pretty nifty.

For now, though, I'm home and I'm watching a doco on two of my favourite human beings on Earth: Bobby and Peter Farrelly, may the Lady bless and keep them.
tinhuviel: (Caveman)
Since my gbs, I've become slightly lactose intolerant. This doesn't bother me, really, but it does place those in my vicinity in quite a precarious position, especially if I ingest large quantities of dairy products. Milk-based foods are pretty much my favourite and a day doesn't go by that I don't shove something that came out of a cow into my face. Lately, though, I've been aggressively craving dairy, particularly cheese. The main source of my protein for the past 48 hours has been Aunt Tudi's extra sharp cheddar cheese. The cheese goes in and noxious fumes come out. Aunt Tudi now has a permanent green hue around the edges of her person. Even the dogs, who thrive on gnarly aromas, are avoiding me with enthusiasm. The only discomfort I've suffered from all this is having to maintain a modicum of civility at work instead of letting it rip like the natural woodland beast I am. By the time 2 PM rolled around, I felt like an over-inflated balloon on the verge of being pricked by a needle. I came home and that was it. Aunt Tudi and the critters have been done for, but I can now breathe easy and am currently having my supper, which consists of a large chunk of cheese and a handful of vegetable crackers. It wouldn't surprise me if Dubya sent his brute squad to my house to beat me senseless for being a weapon of mass destruction. Or maybe Al Gore would send over a herd of environmentally concerned hippies to chide me for eating another hole in the ozone layer.

I need to wax my eyebrow. It's been April since I did anything with it and it has once again become my unibrow. A little bit of wax on the bridge of my nose and a stripe of wax underneath each side to give me that Elf arch should do the trick. It's just a matter of actually doing it. If I don't soon, I'll be featured in the next Geico adverts, griping about how Cavewomen are sheisted even more than Cavemen, and demanding a fresh plate of roast duck with mango salsa.

If my name had been Erin Brokovich, I would have adopted "Go" as my middle name.

Aunt Tudi taped a Law & Order: Criminal Intent that guest-starred Joan Jett. Now that Jeopardy is off, we're gonna watch that and, then, I'm crawling off to bed to gas myself into a stupour. Hopefully, I'll sleep better than I did last night, which sucked on the slumber front. If I could sleep as well at night as I do in the early morning, I'd be one well-rested and happy individual. Unfortunately, I don't. As soon as I really get into sleeping, it's time to get up and go to work. That's a sorry way to be, but such is life in the Insomnia Zone. Something tells me that I'm gonna sleep pretty good tonight.

To encourage sleep, I'm going to read some before turning out the light. I checked out the book Hannibal by Thomas Harris from the library. I read it once before, back in 2001, on my way to NYC for the taping of ELO on VH-1 Storytellers. I got so caught up in the book that I almost missed boarding the plane back home in Detroit. I was sitting right there at the gate and didn't even hear the announcement that boarding had commenced. They made the last call for boarding when I realised I had like five minutes to make it on board. Imagine my chagrin had I missed my flight home and had to explain that I had lost myself in a book about a serial killer and cannibal wooing an FBI agent. I still get embarrassed by the thought of it, seven years after the fact. So, anyway, I'm rereading the novel since I just recently read Red Dragon and The Silence of the Lambs.

I love these books and I adore the character of Hannibal Lecter; however, there's one thing about Harris' writing style that gets my goat. The man has issues when it comes to keeping the story in tense. One sentence will be in past tense, then the next will be in present tense. I'm thinking this is intentional, and probably done for stylistic purposes, but it's frustrating for a grammatical purist like myself to see a published writer play fast and loose with the language, not that I'm a shining beacon of the Queens English by long shot. It just torques me that Mr. Harris is a successful published author whose novels have been committed to film when it appears as if he can't string two proper sentences together and keep them in a coherent time frame. And here I am fretting over my wee tale, certain that it'll be rejected for not adhering to the modern moratorium on so-called purple prose. Gah.


Jul. 3rd, 2008 08:53 pm
tinhuviel: (Shitty)
Aunt Tudi is shoving cantaloupe in her face and it's putrid, wafting that nauseating odour across the living room to assault my olfactory nerve. She said, "I'd offer you some of this, but I know you'd refuse."

"You love me enough not to offer me that melon," I replied. "Because it smells and tastes like arse!"

That's why I call cantaloupe arse melon. What were the Mighties thinking when they created this pod of filth? They had to have been smoking wacky weed or squorching down an unseemly amount of magick mushrooms. Either that or some of the gods hate us and want us to suffer the existence of arse melon here on what would otherwise be a perfect realm of beauty and wonder.
tinhuviel: (Chester)
We got rain overnight and this morning. The wind blew and wet the porch thoroughly. Everything was wet and the rain continued in earnest when I got up and bade the dogs go outside for their morning constitutional. It only stands to reason that none of them want to go outside when it's that nasty, but they have to go. Using the bathroom is a necessity and it's imperative that the dogs do their business out of doors. I finally got them all to go, but Chester never left the porch. When he came back in, he proceeded to do something he's done since puppyhood, despite my efforts to steer him away from it; he pooped on the floor. We cleaned it up, like we always do, then gave Chester the hair eyeball. He already poops on the front porch when the grass is a little too wet from dew or it's a little too high to suit him. The dog is a collection of bad habits on four feet. It's like he thinks his cuteness automatically excuses anything untoward he might do. Yet another reason why I will never have another Yorkie if I have any say about it. It's Beagles for me, or no dogs at all.

I had to run an errand over to Diane's. When I got in the car to leave, I spied an animal lying in front of the out building. It didn't move, so it had to be dead. I made a mental note to check it out when I got home from Diane's house. Upon returning, I walked out to the building to inspect the animal that was still there when I got home. It was a small opossum, young, just into adulthood, so it was probably Loki. One of his ears was torn pretty badly, but that was the only indication of injury I could see. I didn't turn him over to see if there were any wounds on his other side, though. It hurt my heart to see him so. I love the opossums who've taken up residence here and I don't want anything to bring them harm or woe, even though the other opossums are probably responsible for Loki's death; they do have a habit of brawling amongst themselves. I took a picture of Loki to document his passing.

Loki RIP )

Aggrieved, I made my way back to the house. On my way, I spied a snail shell, half buried in the wet earth. The spiral the shell spoke to me, reminding me of the natural cycles of life that, although they may seem cruel or unjust to us, create the fragile balance that allows all of us to exist.

The Spiral Dance )

The spiral shell lay approximately 50 yards away from Loki's body. Finding it heartened me in a very profound way. I usually take shells like this and keep them in my stone and shell back or the wooden candle holder that's full of shells and crystals that date back to the 70s. But I left this one alone. It's part of the Earth, literally, and something compelled me to leave it right where it belonged. So I did.

My contorted filbert has gone berserk. When I bought the plant, it was pretty much a twisted stick with about 5 or 6 sickly leaves barely clinging to it. Its original price was $39.95, but I got it for $19.95 because the garden folks at Lowes believed it was pretty much done for. I brought it home and planted it at the corner of my front porch. The information card that came with the plant said that it would grow approximately 7 feet tall and 10 in diameter. As you can see in the picture, that's clearly not true of the tree I brought home. Obviously, the contorted filbert did not die.

I live! )

Aunt Tudi complains about the contorted filbert every Summer. She can't stand the fact that it blocks her from seeing anything, it blocks air getting to the porch, and it harbours June bugs every year. They flock to the contorted filbert to engage in their annual mating ritual.

When the sap begins to settle in the tree, I should cut some of the more interesting younger branches and send them to anyone who may be interested in having an unusual ritual wand. Any fellow Witches who read this can let me know if you're interested. Hopefully by the time that season arrives, I'll be in better enough shape to be able to mail things to people.

People are beginning to stress the benefits of buying and eating local foods. That's something that I've been wanting to do for a long time. Now that it's being shown on news channels how important it is to go local, Aunt Tudi is beginning to warm up to the idea. This will hopefully mean that we'll start buying more fruits and vegetables at the farmers market and getting more dairy products and perhaps even free range eggs from Kelsey's Dairy. I'm going to look into local meat markets as well. We have an abattoir in Duncan, but it's not very well known for its cleanliness. I'm certain there are others in the area. It's just a matter of doing some investigation. I'll ask around and see what I find. I believe we'll get off a lot cheaper by buying local and we'll be eating a lot healthier.

I really need to get my tiller to running. Llew doesn't seem to be very eager to help me in this matter. I think he believe he'll end up being the one to have to till up the earth so we can have a garden. It's a hell of a job, but something I don't mind doing. I'd rather till any day than mow grass. Maybe I should make that clear to him and then he'll be on board in the Revive the Tiller project. He's taking a nap right now but, when he wakes up, I'll bring up the tiller issue once again.

If I could get the garden spot tilled, we'd have an abundance of tomatoes, pepper, cantaloupes (or ass melon as I call them), potatoes, corn, and heaven knows what else. I'd be the gardening fool and our veggie issues would be solved for some time. If I know Aunt Tudi, they'd be solved well into the Winter, because she'd be processing and freezing a lot of what we couldn't currently eat. Given our country's piteous state, it's wise to grow as much food as you can, if you're able and you have any spot of earth at all. It may mean not starving when our society irrevocably collapses.

Last night I was thinking about how a person's favourite cable channel tells a lot about them.

For instance, Aunt Janice's favourite channel is HGTV, Home and Garden Television. Aunt Tudi's is Discovery and the Weather Channel. Llew's is the History Channel. Mine is SciFi, but I'm also a dedicated follower of Discovery.

My theory is very undeveloped, so much so that I can't really verbalise it to my satisfaction. But I think I can tag people I meet with a cable channel after I get to know them a little. Is this stereotyping? Maybe, but stereotyping isn't always a bad thing as long as you don't stop with the initial stereotyping. Having a basic idea about someone, though, can be very useful and helpful as you get to know that person better and build on what you've already learnt.

I'll write more about this when and if I expand on my theory.

I started this post out with words about Chester, so it's only fair that I end it with a picture of Chester. I think this is why we put up with his shenanigans: he exhibits so much love and trust around Aunt Tudi especially, then Llew, when he does something reprehensible, it can be easily overlooked.

Maybe the love shown in this photie is strong enough to hearten those who see it and need a bit of a boost in their lives.

Happy Mothers Day to all you mothers out there


Mar. 16th, 2008 09:18 pm
tinhuviel: (Llew & Tin)
Today is Llew's birthday. He turned 56 today. To celebrate, I took him to the store and bought him some pants because he doesn't fit into any of his pants since we've been feeding him Southern-style. Aunt Tudi got him a new pair of shoes. Now he'll be all spiff for his new job at Great Escape. All he needs to do is get a hair cut. His hair is naturally curly and, when it gets to a certain length, it curls outward on both sides. Right now, Llew has natural clown hair and, while I find him adorable no matter what, customers at Great Escape may be turned off by his scruffy appearance. So. A haircut is in order.

Diane went with us. After we left the store, we headed over to Golden Corral for a birthday supper. Aunt Tudi, Llew, and Diane all gorged themselves on the the buffet food. I had one plate of food, which included a medium rare Black Angus steak, grilled to perfection. It was glorious. It seems, these days, I can't get enough partially-cooked meat. Something has got to give before I end up in a pasture, stalking a distressed cow with a fork and knife. It's that bad. When we left Golden Corral, the three of them waddled out to the car, complaining of being miserable. I hauled their bloated butts home, whereupon Aunt Tudi got the little TV/VCR combo ready to take over to Diane's.

We took Diane home along with the TV. Llew hooked it up and attached the antenna and I started the auto-channel finder and the auto-clock. Once that was done, we checked the channels and made sure everything was in order. Diane was out of her head with glee that the TV could pick up ABC. She was close to hopping up and down as she blurted out "LOST!" Hugs were handed out all around and Llew, Aunt Tudi, and I took out leave.

We got home a little before 9 PM and are now watching Law & Order. It thrills me no end that Linus Roache is one of the stars of Law & Order now. I fell in love with him when he played the Purifier in The Chronicles of Riddick. I wanted to lick his bony headdress and begged to be purified. But that's another story.

Chester just jumped up on Llew and began to trample his belly. Llew removed him quickly, groaning "Please get off my belly, Chester... good boy." Heheheheheheheh. Birthday boy has gastric issues. My work here is done.

My Day

Jul. 16th, 2006 07:50 pm
tinhuviel: (Mowing)
I was supposed to go over and see Llew today, but he ended up having to babysit until 5:30 this afternoon. He said we could still go flying, but I'm not keen on doing anything with the kid because.....well, because she's a kid. I don't do kids. I have contended in the past that the only way I'd intentionally have a child would be to ensure good meat for when the pickin's get slim after the Alpaca Lips. I am that wicked witch who fattens up children for baking in a pie. As for Llew, I'm going to see him tomorrow.

As is almost weekly tradition 'round here, I went out to cut the grass. It's so dry in our area right now that I blow red snot outta my nose for hours after I'm finished mowing. Maybe I need to wear one of those face masks, but I really don't want to do that. I already wear Terminator sunglasses to keep the light and crap out of my eyes. Combine that with a face mask and I'd end up looking like an extra on the Road Warrior set. It was hot out there. I was slimy by the time I was finished. I was a pale blue, slimy lump of misery who was blowing red mud out of her nose and throat. Attractive. Very attractive.

Aunt Tudi and I prepared an actual dinner to eat today. We had conflake crust fried boneless/skinless chicken, glow-in-the-dark green beans, and mashed potatoes. Afterward, Aunt Tudi had a slice of sugar free lemon pie and I had a nap.

An hour after that, I drug out the computer to stare at The Chalice for a while. I've hit another block. All I want to do is get past "Sui Generis," then the rest will be gravy. I'm so close, but I can't seem to get there. In frustration, I threw my hands up in the air and logged on to The INTARWEBS. Once there, I stared at the e-mails I need to answer and the journal in which I haven't written all day, while I watched the bad news about the Middle East. So I made a misanthropic post about that in [livejournal.com profile] misanthrope_inc, then commenced to staring at The Chalice again. Oh, and I got an email from [livejournal.com profile] moad_terran_hq in which he sent me some pictures of himself.

He is a hottie. It is proclaimed, yea and verily. As it is written, so shall it be done. Amen.

And that brings me up to this point in time. Now, I'm watching a Law & Order: CI that I've seen twice before and debating on whether or not to post another useless poll about nothing and everything. Honestly, I can't be sussed. All I want to do is finish up "Sui Generis," go to bed, and watch Harry Potter movies until I fall asleep.

Tomorrow is an early day. After being delayed last week, I'm heading out to Greenville Tech to take my placement tests and enroll for the Autumn semester. After that, I'm hoping I can go on to the financial aid office and let them see my cupped hand of blatant begging. Gimme money pleez. I R POOOOR. I spent all my money in England, so pity me! All I want to do is care for the animals and hit humans with a big stick, so please let me come to school for free. Better yet, pay me to come to school so I won't have to work whilst getting an education.

It would be nice to be a slacker student. It'd give me time to get back into the groove of school life. I've got twenty years of rust to scrape off my edumacation skillz.
tinhuviel: (Alpaca Lips)
The red seedless grapes that makes both Aunt Tudi and myself squirm about with joy are now back in the grocery stores. These grapes apparently come form California. California may have ass water, but they make up for that with the production of some breathtakingly delicious grapes. Grapes from Chile taste like they'd been sent into a nuclear testing facility, so stay away.

But California's red seedless grapes are like a Roman Orgy in your mouth, man.

And why was Adolph Hitler so keen on finding Atlantis? I don't think they would appreciated this greasy little fucker with a lip hair that inspired a new form of 20th Century comedy knocking at their watery doors. Leave 'em alone yo. They're waiting for the rest of us idiots to kill each other off so they can reclaim an Earth already promised to them. Let the Alpaca Lips begin, but don't go without trying those nummy grapes.

The End.
tinhuviel: (Danny Elfman)
I was supposed to go spend some time with Llew today after he was finished babysitting Destiny. Initially, it was to be around 5 PM. I called shortly beforehand to discover that Melanie wouldn't be home until 5:30, so I told Llew I'd see him then. I got to the house around 5:35 and Melanie was there, but she told me that Llew and Destiny were both crashed out asleep. I went into Llew's bedroom to see the sleeping beauties snoring away, so I left a note to let Llew know I'd been there. After bidding Melanie adieu, I left, went to the drug store and the grocery (for popsicles and hotdogs), and then I came back home. I guess I'll see Llew Tuesday, if all pans out okay.

One thing's for certain: Llew's gonna have a helluva time sleeping tonight after having two naps today. He's gonna feel like bantha poodoo at work tomorrow. But I think he has the same affliction as I. We're both inclined to sleep during the day and become very much awake at night. It's the Night Owl Syndrome, methinks. Llew will get up early, but is inclined to nap during the day on weekends. Me? I'll go to bed early, get up late, and still feel like shit until the sun goes down. Unfortunately, we've been cloudless for many days now, so all I see when I look or go outside is the sun. The hot, burning, sizzling, steaming, unmerciful sun.

Please take me back to England where there are clouds and more forgiving temperatures (at least most of the time).

Aunt Tudi is in the kitchen making up hotdogs. We're having them with cole slaw on top this time, which is my favourite way. She'll probably devour two or three. I'm having one. Afterward, Aunt Tudi will enjoy a sugar free popsicle for dessert and I shall have a scoop of Life Savers Wild Berry Sherbet. It's a frozen party in your mouth. Other than it being hotter than a whore working overtime, life is pretty damned skippy.
tinhuviel: (Luthien Tinuviel)
I'm taking Diane to her diabetes education class. She was diagnosed with the suck disease whilst in the hospital getting her hip surgery. Am also getting Aunt Tudi's film developed as well as getting some prints of some of the digital pictures I took in England. Afterward, I'm going over to Diane's to show her all the digital pictures on the computer. I plan on getting home around 4 at which time Aunt Tudi and I need to go to the grocery for some milk and salad dressing. We also need to go see the veggie man in Duncan for some homegrown tomatoes ($1.29 a pound for the best damned 'maters on Earth, as opposed to $1.99 a pound for the hideous knots they sell at the grocery). I'm going to see Llew tonight. After I get home, I want to try to write the detailed account of Barry's day. I can remember full sections of our interaction to the minute detail, but I don't know how long that will last. I really want to get it all down before it leaves me. That said, I may bullet a lot of my Barry Encounter instead of trying to put it in story format. It'll be easier that way. I also need to remove the polish from my nails and trim them down somewhat. My hands look atrocious and are unfit for display in a working environment.

I'm a little down in the mouth that my extended vacation from corporate slavery came to such an abrupt end. ::heavy sigh:: I'm really gonna miss Aunt Tudi and all the beasties. BUT! I'll be making good money and I won't be working in the shadow of oppression. Being debt free, I don't have to stay there if I don't want to. Of course, I'll be quite relieved once the credit card is paid off again. Once I start pulling in a paycheck and have that debt gone again, I'm gonna have more money than I know what to do with. Aunt Tudi will want for nothing and I'll even be able to help Janice and Uncle Michael if they let me. Oh, and I can afford to board the dogs for the weekend so I can go see the Father Unit.

Life is good, even if I won't get to sleep it away anymore.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
Sunday 14 May

Surprisingly, I was the first adult up Sunday morning. Eleri, being a kid, got up quite early and was enjoying TV when I walked into the living room. She said that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna had been up earlier, but went back to bed. So I won by default, like it was ever a competition in the first place, but whatever.

The initial plan for this day was for us to head out a little early and go to Bath for the day. but did we go? )

Monday 15 May
Monday went exactly as planned. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna prepared another delicious English country breakfast, replete with sausages, bacon, eggs, and toast. I want to miniaturise myself and just camp out on a plate full of English breakfast food. I’d live in a tee-pee and come out occasionally to nibble at the end of a sausage and roll around in the grease.

the goings-on of the day )

After stuffing ourselves like Christmas geese, Aunt Tudi, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, and I wibbled back to the house where I once again engaged in an overabundance of Barry Angst until I finally passed out. When I woke up, it would be Tuesday, the Day I Met the Bald One.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
We slept in at Steve's on Saturday. It had to happen that way, there was no choice. After going like Energizer bunnies all day Thursday, then getting up early Friday and being on the road the entire day, the inevitability of jet lag and exhaustion dictated that Aunt Tudi and I sleep late. And I dreamed.
I dreamt that Steve ran a small comic book shop out of which he also worked as a don in the Mafia. As a show of strength within the organisation, he killed Frank Sinatra and left him displayed with a large apple in his mouth. His daughter Eleri was very proud of her dad and bragged to many a person that he had overcome Sinatra and taken over the Mafia. After leaving the comic book shop, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, Aunt Tudi, my aunt Felice, and I came out of the subway station into New York City. I found a large clump of grass, which I pulled out of the ground and began using to beat Felice about the head and shoulders, telling her to stop harassing and rushing Aunt Tudi, that I had had enough of it. After running her off, I asked [livejournal.com profile] falkenna where we were going next.

End of dream. Hm...

Strangely, I found out the next day that Steve used to frequent a comic book shop in his younger days and that it was instrumental in the formation of his circle of friends of which he is still a part to this day. I do not believe that he is involved in any Mafioso activities.

Once we finally drug our sad arses out of bed, Steve provided chocolate croissants and rich coffee for our breakfasting delight. We got cleaned up, dressed, and we hit the road shortly after Noon. Our first stop of the day was to be the site of Avebury in Wiltshire. Steve, being an expert on what is known of Pagan Britain, imparted priceless insight on the ancient area, as well as invoking breathtaking energies on site.

Avebury. Avebury.....it echoes.... )

Right nearby and visible from certain points at Avebury is Silbury Hill. It's been a week and I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that human beings made this hill and that you can still see the spiral that twists around it. Made in Neolithic times, the hill was fashioned with rudimentary tools like deer antlers, and is believed to be a monument to the Great Mother. I instantly saw it in two ways: 1) as a great breast rising out of the Earth, forever ready to feed and nurture Her children or 2) the pregnant swell of the Great Mother, representing Her eternal fertility. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna explained that the valley surrounding Silbury Hill tends to flood during the rainy seasons so, sometimes, all you can see is the great hill rising above a giant pool of water. I would very much like to witness that firsthand someday.

After leaving Wiltshire, we went on to the Uffington White Horse. For those who are unsure what this is, you need only look at the cover of XTC's English Settlement. This was the first time I ever saw the White Horse and, after some library research, I learned that the White Horse was oft-times associated with the Goddess Epona, whom I've always loved dearly. Honestly, I didn't think we could get anywhere near the White Horse, but I was wrong.

senses working overtime )

By this time, we were all pretty hungry, so it was time to go find food. This was the evening when Aunt Tudi and I were to experience a proper English pub, so it was off to the White Hart near Steve's home in Wick.

Earlier in the day, in Avebury, we had dropped into the Red Lion for a quick drink to tide us over. Just like the Red Lion and the other pubs I went into after this evening, the White Hart had this undeniable cosy atmosphere about it. The lighting was low and perfectly complemented the rich wood and cloth decor. There was music, but it wasn't so loud as to distract the patrons. Fortune of War was the only pub that had godawful loud music, so loud as to make your eyes bleed.

Let's see if I can remember what we all had to eat....

  • [livejournal.com profile] falkenna had the lamb shank with veggies.

  • Steve had the pie of the day: beef and mushroom.

  • Eleri had the children's steak and potatoes.

  • Aunt Tudi had salmon cakes with new whole potatoes and a side of buttermilk batter-dipped onion rings.

  • I had a cheese and English bacon omelette with chips.

The one thing I adore about English cuisine is that they serve potatoes with just about everything. I'm a total potato whore, so it just thrilled the piss out of me to have potatoes at my fingertips everywhere I turned. I'd never had potatoes with eggs before. Next time I have an omelette, there will be potatoes involved.

The main subject of dinner conversation was politics. As I suspected, politicians suck worldwide, especially if they're in league with the likes of Dubya. I knew that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and I saw eye-to-eye on most things, except she's not as convinced that 9-11 was a governmental conspiracy as I am. Steve is also on the same page as the rest of us. It's always heartening to be in the company of people who actually think for themselves.

We left the White Hart going on 10 PM, heading back to Steve's house to collapse for the evening. Aunt Tudi went on to bed when we got there, but I stayed up to way beyond 2 AM, watching more Bill Bailey with the gang. Steve got in the fray of telling jokes and being generally humourous, which was a joy, and [livejournal.com profile] falkenna got him to sing a naughty little song about a vicar and a frog. With the singing of that song, we retired for the night, full of good food and good magick.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
Aunt Tudi and I went to Lyman to run some errands, get meds, and go to the local Ace Hardware store for some caulk. We need the caulk to apply to the stripping around the screen we're replacing where Foley broke and entered our home in the dead of night. Anyway, we got our caulk and was heading up front to pay when I saw a slush machine. It had two flavours: grape and blue raspberry. The slush looked an awful lot like Slurpee mix, so I bought a cup of the grape. OH.....MY.....GAWD. This is the closest thing to a Slurpee I've had since I was out in California where they have 7-11s. I told the old lady at the register that she'd be seeing more of me. It's not exactly like the Mythic Slurpee, but it's so close, I was prepared to weep with glee until brain freeze kicked in.

Before we went to town, Aunt Tudi called Morrisons in Asheville to see if they were still open. They've extended their time to 13 May instead of 6 May. Aunt Tudi started talking about how she wanted to go back and pick up more doo-dads, so I had to tell her that we couldn't go spend as much as we had the past three times we went up there, because I didn't have much money left and I thought it would be wise if we had some fundage for England. This floored her. I was hoping to keep the financial situation from her because she worries so much, but she's also a Mad Shopper from Hell, and she'd never stop until I came clean about our shortage of money. So she started freaking out and worrying and so on and so forth, but I told her that things would work out. We're out of debt, we're stocked on food and non-perishables. And I've started actively looking for a job, even just a rinky-dink job. Something that will bring in enough money for groceries and gas. That's all that's needed. I assured her that things would work out, all is well.

I don't think she really believed me, because Aunt Tudi isn't inclined to be laid back about such things. But, when we got back from Lyman, I had to messages on our answering machine from two companies with whom I applied. They're wanting to interview me and probably hire me. Even if they don't hire me, I'm still quite optimistic about finding something. It's like I told Aunt Tudi: we may have a skinny month after returning from England, but then I'll start pulling in money, a lot of which we can save. This eased her mind somewhat.

On the way back home, we stopped by the local fruit and veggie stand to pick up some tomatoes. The old dude also had freshly picked strawberries (like picked this morning) for $8.00 a gallon, so we got a gallon of those too. I've always loved strawberries and Aunt Tudi has grown quite fond of them over the past year, so they definitely won't go to waste. There was one berry in the lot that was fairly alarming, being the conjoined triplets of the berry world.

Freak Berry )

So far, it's been a really good day. I feel good about the future and even better about mutant berries that fascinate my cat friends. ::firm nods:: Everything is gonna be alllllll right.
tinhuviel: (Tin2006)
I got up way early this morning and tried to call Johnna as a favour to Janice, who was out of town. All I got was thrown directly into Johnna's voice mail, so that didn't work. I was supposed to call Uncle Michael too but, when I called Janice to give her the bad news about Johnna, Janice said she'd go ahead and call Uncle Michael. I helped Aunt Tudi with her insulin shot, then we both lay back down until around 11 AM. Yay for sleeping late!

There used to be these Peanuts books called Happiness Is.... and each page was dedicated to something that defined happiness. The one I remember out of all those pages is "Happiness is.....waking up only to find you have two more hours to sleep." I think I remember that one because it's the epitome of where my happiness lies. So this morning was one of those "Happiness is" mornings. Nothing thrills me more than to get up early just to let myself know that I can lie back down and sleep like a wee babe.

Once I drug my lazy arse out of bed, I got online and booked the flight to England. Instead of flying out of Charleston, we're flying out of GSP because the prices weren't that different. I'd be paying that much out on gasoline for the car to drive down to Charleston, and I'd be putting more wear and tear on the car that I can really ill afford since I can't get a new car until I'm back in the Land of Employment. Since I'm choosing school instead, that's gonna be a while. To cut the price a little more, I changed the return date from the 19th to the 18th. That works for me price-wise and it also works out for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna 'cos she has a concert to attend on the 19th. I sent the itinerary to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, then squee'd to myself in a very quiet, Sithly way.

Later in the afternoon, [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake came over for a visit. We made tentative plans for a smoothie and movie party for next week or the week after. Oh, and I converted her to Sweet'n'Salty Almond Granola Bars. After letting her try a bar and seeing her have a religious experience, I gave her a box of them and she went home a happy camper.

After [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake left, I got cleaned up and went to visit Diane. I dried my hair upside down too long, so I ended up looking like an anime character no matter how much I curled my hair under. Lesson learned. Anyway, I had a nice visit with Diane, about an hour. We caught up with each other and she returned my LOST and Dune DVDs. After making tentative plans to go to Asheville one day next week, we hugged and I bid her adieu. I need to see if [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake wants to go with us to Asheville. ::makes note to call her tomorrow::

I left Diane's and went over to Llew's. He was completely enamoured with my hair, which is cool, 'cos he was a little fearful about my losing the long hair. Mens..... He was so thrilled with the new 'do and I was so thrilled at his being thrilled that we ended up kindling the flames and bumping mighty mighty uglies with much enthusiasm. We then tried to go fly, but Llew's plane was dead and it'd take too long to charge and still have daylight. So we went to Subway instead. He got a teriyaki chicken sammich, I got Aunt Tudi a club combo, and myself a cheese steak (which I couldn't eat, so there's Aunt Tudi's lunch tomorrow).

Whilst in the kitchen putting up my glasses in my purse, I beheld Smidgen, Shmoop, and Motley gathered around the food bowl like the loving sisters they are. So I snagged a picture, which once again exposed Motley for the demon she is. Mind, she's pretty much fully grown, so Motley should have been named Smidgen, who is a big honkin' hunka hunka cat muscle.

the ladies )

Now I'm home, sorely disappointed that LOST didn't come on tonight. Instead, I'm watching Law & Order: SVU. Elliott Stabler is so screwed up. I love him with all my heart.


Apr. 15th, 2006 04:47 pm
tinhuviel: (Mongo)
First, I want to declare that canned crab meat tastes like San Diego's ass water mixed with the unwashed juices emitting from an aged French whore. I will not attempt that again, nay nay nay.

Now that I have that out of the way, I can continue with my happy little post.

Aunt Tudi and I hit the road a little before 9 this morning and got to the Father Unit's shortly after 12. All we've done since is pretty much chitchat with each other while Aunt Tudi and the Father Unit play some sort of Roy Rogers pinball game from their childhood. The Stepmother Unit is with her mother in Irmo yucking it up for Easter, but the Father Unit couldn't accompany her because he had surgery on Monday and isn't recovered enough to travel. So here we are. This is the first Spring holiday I've spent with him since 1974. Whoa.

We're having tilapia for dinner. Why have I just recently started hearing about tilapia, like in the past couple of years? Was it called something else before that or is it a newly discovered edible fish? Or am I just ignorant?

Speaking of ignorance, I've decided that Shmoop is an idiot savant. She is so incredibly stupid in so many areas, but shines through in others. Actually, I think she believes she is a dog. She wants to eat dog food, she fights the dogs for their treats (especially Pupcorns), and she fetches. Her catly skills are sadly lacking and I do fear for her wellbeing when she's outside because, really, the cat doesn't have sense god gave a toenail. The last time we left the ladies at home to come down to the Father Unit's, we returned to find that Shmoop had shut herself and Motley up in the bathroom. Via the cunning methods of deduction, I surmised that they'd been trapped in there for around 12 hours. So, this time, I've blocked the door so she can't do that again, but they can still have access to the litter pan.

I'm seriously considering going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean on the Father Unit's gigantic TV. I'm not really all that fond of the movie, but I'd love to see Johnny Depp in pirate drag on a large screen. Surely that will give me nice dreams tonight. God knows I could use them.

Right now, I'm wrapped up in one of the Father Unit's long-sleeved shirts. Both the FU and Aunt Tudi are hotter than fire crackers and have turned the AC down to 60-something. Even though it's in the mid-90s outside, I'm sitting in here suffering from a chronic and probably fatal case of chicken pimplage.

I wrenched a quiz from [livejournal.com profile] serifem's hands and am posting it here. The other quizzes I had saved for my Friday Quiz Party are still on my laptop waiting to be posted. I feel like a dink forgetting to post them yesterday, but I have had difficulty figuring out what day it is all week. I may post them when I get home on Monday.

angeles )

Oh and....

Apr. 12th, 2006 10:17 am
tinhuviel: (Mongo)

Need I say any more?
tinhuviel: (Nemesis)
For a brief period of time back in the early 90s, I was a part-time employee at Ingles grocery's deli. All us deli-heads were responsible for every aspect of deli work, but we each had our specialties. Mine turned out to be sammiches and party trays. I make a mean deli sammich and an even meaner party tray. My party tray is the kind that people aren't keen to touch 'cos they're too pretty to compromise. Yeah, I'm a little cocky when it comes to my deli experience, no matter how slight it may be.

So I've been making Aunt Tudi sammiches. Deli turkey, cheese, tomato, and Miracle Whip on light bread. It's a good and balanced diabetic sammich, served with a pickle and two olives on toothpicks, for to hold the sammich together.

I present The Tinhuviel!

sammich )

So, come on over to the Armpit of Hell and I'll make you a sammich so good, you'll want to slap your mama, or at least someone nearby.
tinhuviel: (Frustration)

Based on the assumption that, since I love squid, I will also dig octopus, I bought a tin of spiced octopus the other day. I haven't tried it yet, but I'll document the experience here when I do. In the meantime, Aunt Tudi taped the "on the go" section of her Crystal Light to my octopus tin and then posed for an "octopus on the go" ad.

here are the results )

In other news, I can't seem to figure out how to get my Shriekback footage to a DVD. I promised B a copy of all the video footage, but I've hit a wall upon which is written "TECHNOLOGICAL DUMBASS." When I go see Llew, I'm gonna have to see if he can assist me with this since he's the one who made the original DVD. I feel like a total nudnick.


Mar. 18th, 2006 08:32 pm
tinhuviel: (Sith Tin)
Paul Goodloe has the jawbone of an ass. The man seriously needs to have it shaved down with a Craftsman sander. It bothers me that I even have opinions about The Weather Channel's meteorologists. This is a sign that I'm aging without a shred of grace. That and my obsession with Law & Order. When I told Todd the other night that I watched Law & Order on a regular basis, he howled with horror and declared me officially old.

My big cushy Sony "Quality Assurance"-style headphones fit iGor. This makes me very happy 'cos the ear buds hurt my mutant ears. I'm listening to my Vampire Mix and preparing to work on the second draft of The Chalice.

I want a hamburger with nothing on it but mayonnaise. I used to eat these luscious sammiches on a regular basis when I was a wee tot. It'd be nice to have one right about now.

One of the animals is suffering from Explosive Flatulence. I swear to the god that, if I get another whiff of this hellish gas, I am going to be stricken blind and then perish soon thereafter. It's making me want to roll around on the floor and screech like Ethel Merman on a helium/LSD combo. Everything is not coming up roses.

The Father Unit has gotten into the habit of calling Aunt Tudi's cell phone if he finds me online. If he continues this poor behaviour, I will be forced to hook up my cell phone charger and insert the charging end into his chocolate whiz-way until he lay dead from the electricity coursing through his body. It will be a slow and uncomfortable demise, greatly resembling my cell phone bill. Amen. He offers to pay his portion of the bill but, really, I'd be rude to let him do that. I'd rather just kill him.

I have been bitten by a flea. Mosquitoes to follow shortly.


Feb. 27th, 2006 11:33 pm
tinhuviel: (Pudding Wench)
We bought some at the store the other day and now I'm hunting for good recipes in which to utilise our abundant sesame seed paste. If anyone has a recipe, please give it to me in the comment section. Thankies!
tinhuviel: (Cylon)
I drank myself a mug of hot chocolate while watching Battlestar Galactica. There were some scenes in this episode that made me want to blow my beverage out of my nose, but I refrained, deeming it to be a bit impolite to behave in such a manner.

What I'm hoping will happen is this hot chocolate will fulfill my menstrual craving as well as encouraging some sleepiness so I can enjoy a nice night's slumber. But now I'm all spazzed about BSG and dont' have a sleepy bone in my body.

I want to be a Cylon when I grow up. I want to strut around with the full assurance that I will reincarnate the minute I kick the bucket. I want to have scrawny little Cylon babies and have two gigantic metallic Old School Cylons as bodyguards. Oh, and I want to take part in the decimation of Humanity. I want to chase the dregs around the galaxy and freak them out upon their discovering the my Cylon pals and I now look like them. It would be sweet.

I bet I'd be the first Cylon to enjoy a hot cuppa cocoa before bed. I'd be the homey (or homely) model, maybe Number 5. And I'd drink hot chocolate and make my fellow Cylons miserable with my mechanical PMS.

The first part of the two part season finale of BSG comes on next week. I'm expecting that the second half of the second season will be available on DVD by the end of March. I'm all over it, man, and I'll be guzzling hot chocolate while watching my DVDs when that blessed moment occurs.
tinhuviel: (Large Marge)
A long while back, I decided to give ridiculous subject lines to my more random posts that didn't offer up a decent subject line on their own. I'm explaining this on account of the new influx of readers lately, just so they know I haven't gone off the deep end.

I got high on an orange. A medium-sized Sunkist seedless navel orange. It was soooo good and soooo juicy and I am soooo craving citrus that I flipped out. It was a religious experience. This has been the first orange I've had in about a year. I've just been juicing my way to fruit requirements (Simply Orange orange juice is a gift from gawd). Lately, though, I've been jonesin' for the real thing. Last week I indulged in tangerines. When we went to the store today, I got two oranges and three more tangerines. The orange was squirtalicious!

As I passed the bedroom on my way to the loo, I looked in at Smidgen and Shmoop on my bed and admonished them: "Get off my bed, you lazy no-good-fer-nuthin' cats!" Fulfilling their catly duties, they both ignored me and continued to sleep. And all was right with the world.

Earlier I talked with Todd. Seems there have been more layoffs at SonyBMG. Some people didn't get the luxury of being called into HR. They were notified via cell phone while they were on their way to work. How lousy is that? And one was informed that it had nothing to do with his contribution to the company, it was 'just 'cos'. What does that do for the remaining serfs, I ask? Where's the incentive to strive for betterment? Where's the encouragement to maintain morale? Todd is now getting a hefty dose of what I'd had a belly-full of since 2001.

Aunt Tudi and I are discussing going back to the Four Holes Swamp maybe sometime in late April or May. We won't do the canoe tour this time because 4 hours was a bit too long for Aunt Tudi to deal with sitting on a the bottom of a metal boat and bumping into swamp knots. Instead, we'll do the hike, which comprises of strolling down a walkway that has benches dotted along the way. It's around a 2 mile walk, if memory serves and it's a lovely experience. We did about half of the hike while waiting for the canoe tour to commence last year.

I'm also keen on getting a tent and a sleeping bag. We already have one sleeping bag, so we need just one more. I'd very much like to go camping come Springtime. Camping in the Smoky Mountains, maybe at Mills River. I'd like to get a site at a deep part of the river so I could go snorkeling. I love being submerged in icy cold river water. I'd probably love doing the same in ocean water. In fact, I know I would. I've always wanted to SCUBA dive. There's a SCUBA shop in Spartanburg and I think they offer lessons. Now that I'm no longer a blob and could probably fit in a wet suit, I should go and inquire within.

I missed the PaYnE jam today because I was under the impression that today was Friday all day long. I'm a moron and an idiot. Just texted [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick with an apology. Man, I feel like a heel. This is what happens when you're unemployed and lose track of time.
tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity)
I was supposed to go hang out with Llew today and take some picture of his Queen Bee in flight, but it's too cold and windy, so we've rescheduled for tomorrow at 1:30 PM sharp.

Battlestar Galactica. Ohmyfuckingawd. I'm not gonna say anything about it so as not to spoil anyone. Just.....OHMYFUCKINGAWD! Okay, I'll say one thing, but it's not really spoilerish. If that exchange between Starbuck and Admiral Cain doesn't inspire some heinous fanfic, then I no longer know or am able to identify ships. Whoa nelly.

Thanks to Aunt Tudi and the Father Unit, I have become a total Law & Order nut. I don't feel right if Law & Order isn't on the telly, especially when I'm online. The habit formed rather quickly and now I'm stuck. Law & Order: SVU is my favourite, then CI. I desperately want to shag Vincent D'Onofrio. And I love Christopher Meloni, too, but I prefer him as a savage criminal behind bars, ravishing every man who comes his way. Come to think of it, the only thing that would get me to join up to Netflix is the opportunity to watch Oz from start to finish. That would rock my world.

Pineapple yoghurt is Manna from Heaven. When the Jews left Egypt for the Promised Land, God sent them globs of pineapple yoghurt. This is a Holy Mystery, so pay attention.

Now that I have that out of the way, it's MEME TIME! This was stolen from every-damned-body.
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