tinhuviel: (Syd Barrett)

The past few days have seen a good friend post several Pink Floyd songs to his Facebook timeline, a news story on Roger Waters' unsurprisingly politicized concert tour and, just now, my iTunes essentially saying, "Okay, asshole, the universe is telling you to listen to the Floyd, so I guess I'll just put you back in cosmic line. Motherfucker..."

There are often reasons for why I choose not to listen to certain songs or bands at certain times.  One reason is because of the memories associated with them.  Another is because of the pain of musical empathy.  Pink Floyd falls into that category, so I have to be careful of my mood and mindset before I partake of the auditory manna that is Pink Floyd.  

What exactly is this thing I call musical empathy?  Basically, it's when I feel the message of the music so deeply that I become that music.  I got a double dose of musical empathy with Pink Floyd.  Even though I'd heard their music before, I didn't really get into them until I was given a 45 RPM of 'On the Turning Away' by Uncle Michael in 1986. While I was reading an article in Rolling Stone about Pink Floyd, the next 45 that dropped on my record player just happened to be that record.  I heard the song for the first time whilst reading about Syd Barrett's descent into madness for the first time.  What are the odds? I felt his story so deeply, so jarringly, I felt like I was losing my mind.

It didn't help when, just a few months later, I would meet the man who would be my closest friend for 25 years, and he was very heavily into the band, particularly 'The Wall'.  I saw the movie for the first time with him.  We ended up memorising every single vocal noise on the album and the movie soundtrack.  There were times when we'd spend almost every evening after work, watching and acting out the film, or just listening to the album and singing along.  It was a beautiful time, but also a dangerous one, for me.  I was too immersed in it all, and my first bad bout with depression occurred right around this time.  It would be a few years before I was diagnosed with depressive disorder, but I think Pink Floyd awoke some long-slumbering serpent that may not have reared its head for a long time to come, if ever.

Do I regret my relationship with Pink Floyd?  Only when my mood prevents me from listening to them.  This past week has seen me in "one of my turns", so listening just wasn't an option, until today.  So now I'm bingeing and it sounds and feels oh so very good!

tinhuviel: (Todd and Tin)
Even though I miss him every day, there are days where the distance between Todd and myself seems to be a sentient and evil entity, like Armus, leaving me bereft of any hope. I'm left with my memories of when we were twins of evil, inspiring awe and terror before us as though we Genghis' calvary. It's like I just said to him, "If our lives had taken different paths, perhaps we'd still be together and joining forces right now, so neither of us would be worried or frightened about the current climate in our society."

Or maybe I'm just being a daft, sentimental old fool.

All I know for certain is that I've missed Todd desperately this past week and I'd give anything, anything to be able to drive off somewhere with him and just sit and talk and cry and rail against everything to him, and have him do the same with me, until we were spent of all our fears and insecurities and ready to take on the world again. But that's not going to happen. I don't know when I'll ever learn to stand on my own two feet. Learning that lesson in the manner in which I am is not at all pleasant. Maybe I have to lose everyone and everything before I learn. If that's the case, I'm not at all certain that I'm strong enough to endure it.

I just miss Todd. I miss my friend. And I need him right now more than he knows or than I'm willing to admit, except here. Again, I'm being a daft, sentimental old fool.
tinhuviel: (Todd and Tin)
My Friend Todd sent me a clay Green Man with alien Grey eyes. If it were any other person who had sent this to me, I'd be wondering how on Earth they knew I needed a Green Man to bless and protect my home but, since it was Todd to send this to me, I remain completely unsurprised. Despite the miles and years that separate us, it's comforting to know that our bond of friendship is still so strong.

With Aunt Tudi's help, we placed the Green Man on one of the front porch posts, facing the steps. This way, anyone walking up the steps to knock on our front door will be witness to and before the Green Man. see him! )

As of today, we have Sea Monkeyage! The first Sea Monkey I've spied, I've named Adama. I had to use a flashlight to be able to even spot this one, but I'm looking forward to many more petlings over the course of the coming week. I'd take a picture, but there's really nothing to photograph right now, nothing that could be picked up by a lens in any case. But yeah.... Sea Monkeys!
tinhuviel: (Todd and Tin)
Once again I was lauding the praises of the Farrelly Brothers to Aunt Tudi, this time setting my sights on Shallow Hal. Unlike many of my overweight sisters and brothers, I really loved this movie. Sure there were insulting fat jokes, but the thing about the Farrelly Brothers is that they insult everyone and include everyone as a big glorious, ugly human family. Anyone who includes albinos, weirdos, conjoined twins, sperm-do'd doctors, "schizos," idiots on mopeds, and everyone from Rhode Island has every right and would be remiss if they did not include we fat folks in the mix. If the good brothers hadn't, I'm sure a lot of overweight people would have bitched about being left out because of their weight.

Don't get me wrong. I get pissed off about fat discrimination, but I get pissed off about discrimination of any sort. If the Farrelly Brothers want to maintain their "Nothing Is Sacred" tradition, Shallow Hal had to be made, just like Stuck on You (which I haven't seen, but would love to). But this isn't really about the Farrelly Brothers or Shallow Hal, well, not directly. This is about Tony Robbins.

See, Tony Robbins is responsible for Hal's "beauty goggles," for lack of a better term. He's the one who kinda put a spell on Hal to allow him to see people's inner beauty instead of their outer appearance. It's what got me to actually watching the movie in the first place because Mr. Robbins and I have a history of sorts. In 1993, [livejournal.com profile] ealdthryth made a copy of the Personal Power tapes for our Crossroads Cabal (also lovingly known as Cobblestone Cobble, which comprised [livejournal.com profile] ealdthryth, [livejournal.com profile] scbearmike, My Friend Todd, and myself, all of whom were refugees from Temple Hecate Triskele at that particular time) to listen to. At the end of each lecture, Tony would sign off with "LIVE WITH PASSION!" You could hear the all-capital words in his voice when he said it, it was that...passionate.

One night, about halfway through our program, Todd called me up just screaming with laughter. Turns out that one of the tapes had a glitch in it right at the end of the lecture. Instead of the blood-boiling "LIVE WITH PASSION," Todd received the alternate message "LIVE WITH Flflflfghghghgflflflfl..." and the tape came to an unceremonious and anti-climactic conclusion. Being the irreverent rebels that we were lo those many years ago, Todd and I chose the garbled message. That's probably why we utterly failed the Tony Robbins school of success because we opted to live with flflflflgghghghghflflflfl instead of passion. Of course, it's never too late to rectify that.

So, the first thing I heard in my mind when I saw Tony Robbins in Shallow Hal was "LIVE WITH Flflfllghghghflflflfl..." and I had to stop and watch because it tickled me so. And that's how I ended up seeing what turned out to be a most excellent movie. But what Farrelly Brothers movie isn't excellent?
tinhuviel: (Tingrin)
Diane came over to watch some LOST with me. She'd only seen part of a show in the first season and was eager to see what it was all about. There's nothing quite as wonderful as popping the cherry of a LOST virgin. If she said "Jesus Christ!" once, she said it about a dozen times, and that was only watching the first four episodes. She went home with the season 1 DVD as well as Battlestar Galactica season 1 and From Hell.

For some odd reason, Todd sent me a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I'll be calling him tonight to thank him for it and discover his motive behind it. I don't think he's ever sent be booze before. Strange. Also got a card from [livejournal.com profile] sri3m and one from [livejournal.com profile] razzle. How sweet! Thanks to thee! :)

In about an hour, I'll be heading to visit Llew, then home to pick up Aunt Tudi for a trip to the grocery store. We're gonna tape LOST and go on to the store, then watch it when we get back home.

So it's been a pretty good day today. I'm ready to go to bed.
tinhuviel: (Molina)
Last night I had another business idea, this time for an ice cream parlour that catered to lactose intolerant folks, but also provided lovely ice creams for those fortunate enough to be able to digest milk products. It would be called Dairy Air (We live and breathe ice cream!). The preferred logo would be a pooting cow, but I don't think I'd be allowed to do that. Heh.


I had a couple of dreams last night, one of which has clung to me like a shroud all day.

It was about Demon Boy )

I have only one comment about Dream Two:

O_o
WTF?


What's so odd is that I didn't remember the dream at all at first but, as the day has gone by, it's gotten more vivid and just seems to be sitting on my shoulder cackling at me madly. Probably the only one who could appreciate the distress this dream causes me is [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70, but he'll probably just laugh if he reads this because he's a mean asshole, bless him.


Speaking of mean assholes, Todd and I have such fun with cell phone texting. We use it primarily to insult and jab at each other because......that's what we do! That's how our relationship works! It defines the Tracy/Todd monster that has raged and ravaged the planet since 1987. Amen. Here's the latest example of our Fun with Texting.

[livejournal.com profile] tinhuviel: Joo suck
[livejournal.com profile] toddzilla2001: You eat poo.
[livejournal.com profile] tinhuviel: Not n e more. I left BMG!
[livejournal.com profile] toddzilla2001: Ha! Good one! Now you're a spy for Homeland Security.


I haven't been online all day and haven't read my f-list at all. Hopefully I'll catch up tomorrow after I get back from the orthopaedist.
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: (Cylon)
From my Todd. It came today, just as I was about to give up and die.

Battlestar Galactica: Season 2 part 1

I wrote him and told him it was exactly what I wanted, but I'm afraid he'll think I'm being sarcastic. I'm not. Verily, I am thrilled. Yea and Verily!

Yick...

Nov. 27th, 2005 04:02 pm
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
I have some sort of stomach flu. It started last night and has been horrid today. I haven't eaten a bite all day, yet I'm still dry-heaving. It's bloody unpleasant, I say!

I'm taking the day off from writing today, if I continue to feel like this. My thoughts aren't the best-directed today. I've already met the 50k quota and the rest is gravy. I'm adding Beautiful Pets as an introductory chapter for Cadmus. This should make [livejournal.com profile] falkenna very happy. I was thinking about adding The Embrace of Cadmus as well, but I've pretty much decided against that. It's a stand-alone story that wouldn't fit in with the rest of The Chalice.


A few days ago I got The Stand on DVD. The Stand was the second book by Stephen King that I'd ever read. The first one was The Shining. I've read tons of Stephen King, but The Stand remains my favourite book to this day. I think it's because this is Stephen King's version of the Alpaca Lips and I have a weakness for Alpaca Liptic stories.

Anyway, I read The Stand in 1980 during my two week stay in West Virginia. I was enthralled from start to finish, and was particularly intrigued with the character of Nadine Cross. For some reason, I always felt a kinship to her. I could easily see myself being promised to some infernal entity who would turn my hair white overnight. The most disturbing part of the film adaptation is Laura San Giacomo's performance as Nadine, especially when she's brought out of the desert by Randall Flagg. "We are dead and this...is...HELL..."

And then there's Randall Flagg. I was totally in love with him when I read the book. The cover of the paperback I had proudly displayed his dark visage and I was fascinated with him.



Come to think of it, he looks an awful lot like Darth Maul on this cover. Hm. I remember losing myself completely in those intense cat eyes and marvelling at the power he wielded in the story. Maybe that's why I related to Nadine so well. Maybe I'm damned.

I like Jamey Sheridan, but I have never been able to reconcile with his being cast as Randall. That's just me, though. I guess Stephen King was pleased with Mr. Sheridan since he had a lot to do with the filming of his own book. No one knows a person's characters better than the person who created them. So I accept it, but the Randall I see in my mind's eye looks more like the book cover and nothing like Jamey Sheridan.

As for The Stand and The Stand, I find myself hoping that the Avian Flu will be like Captain Trips. We seriously need to have our arses whupped by something so small we can't even see it. It would be a horrible thing to happen to humanity but, given our behaviour over the past few centuries, we more than deserve it.


I'm currently sipping a Welch's sparkling grape soda to try to get my stomach to settle. This is the best damned grape soda I have ever had the pleasure of splashing on my happy little tongue. There is a party going on in my mouth right now. The stomach is still squealing and gurgling though, so I'm taking it slow.


I got a picture of Motley not long ago. Her eyes don't usually glow like this, but I think I have a cursed camera. She's quite affectionate and very sweet, but she's also very sick. It looks like her anus is prolapsed, which isn't a serious thing with kittens or puppies. You just poke their buttholes back in and they're fine. But the cause of this I think is a little more serious. She has some serious gastric issues and she's also chugged up like Smidgen and Shmoop were when we rescued them.

manx bebbeh )


I just heard from Todd. He's safely back in Portland and texted to let me know. He'll be calling later on this evening. If the chance ever arises, I'm going out there to visit with him. It'll just be him and me, no family or any outside influence. We'll watch Pink Floyd's The Wall and cast a circle to share some peace in sacred space. Someday.
tinhuviel: (Large Marge)
I think this is pretty much my favourite picture of Todd and me.

snok and gak )

I didn't hear from him today, but that's understandable, considering it's a holiday. I'm hoping that we'll be able to hang out some tomorrow, though. He should let me know what the day looks like tomorrow morning.

Here's a picture of our Thanksgiving turkey. It's a purdy burd.

gobble )

Aunt Tudi has felt horrible all day. I hope she's not coming down with the Slobovian Death Plague.
tinhuviel: (Lambada)
Lunch with Todd ([livejournal.com profile] toddzilla2001) went fabulously. We opted for Souper! Salad! and enjoyed the meal immensely, but the company was even better than that. It seems like we haven't endured long stretches of being apart once we're together, like we just pick up where we left off the last time, enjoying an ease and comfort that is uncanny.

Of course, I have pictures.

the dynamic duo and 2-D too! )

We're planning on Todd coming over on Friday and maybe catching a movie that day too. Current movie of choice is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, but that may change. Who knows?
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
Cadmus refuses to shut up tonight. He's unhappy with the amount of attention given to him in the story. Sorry, but the story existed long before Cadmus ever slithered into existence. What's really odd is that, in the story, Cadmus can't find it within him to feel or express emotion but, when he's rattling around in my brainpan, he's always quite passionate and seems to relish the fact that he disturbs me so.

There's nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night hearing his dry-leaf chuckle echoing in my ears.

In other news, I found a few of my art books from long ago, one of which features my Nude Maul drawing. Perhaps I should scan that and post it here for to horrify the masses. Just imagining the look of shock on folks' faces is enough of a motivator for me to do it. Buahahahah!

Also found a pencil sketch of Thiyennen doing the stigmata dealio. I should scan that too. I still haven't found the picture of Thaddeus and Kelat, but I have an idea of where it may be. Tomorrow is another day.

Speaking of tomorrow, Todd's in town and Aunt Tudi and I are having lunch with him tomorrow. Pictures will be forthcoming.

No Boston Legal tonight, but SVU comes on, so that's good. And to think, this time last week I was being abused by Northwest Airlines.

**EDIT**

From "Waterbaby" by Barry Andrews

It bespeaks of Cadmus on a subatomic level, I swear to the Mighties!

"stacked urges; novel vices
(night of the soul etc.)
these dubious devices
are now his raison d'etre"

WERD.
tinhuviel: (Bible)
At the moment, I am watching Exorcist III on TV. Although not the best movie in the world, it's one of my favourites for two reasons: 1) It defined who my favourite actor is and 2) it carries fond memories of Todd and me.

Exorcist III was one of the few movies that Todd and I ventured to the theatre to see. We went to the old cinema near the now closed Hillcrest Mall. We were, I believe, the only ones in the theatre that day. The seats were slightly damp and smelled of old sex juice, so Todd and I sat in a manner so that very little of our persons would have to touch the surface of the questionable cloth. Todd suggested that the concession stand should also be selling tarpaulins for folks who'd like protection for their seating. There's a part of the movie wherein a little old lady literally skitters on all fours on the ceiling above other old folks in a mental ward. This prompted Todd and me to forever onward sing the old Lionel Richie song "Dancing on the Ceiling" as "Oh, what a fee-eeling, when you're skitterin' 'cross the ceilin'!" Good times!

The only thing that got my mind off sitting on a damp, smelly seat was the incredible acting of Brad Dourif. I remembered him from Dune, playing Piter DeVries, the mad Mentat in service to the Harkonnen Family, but I didn't realise how intense he could be! From the moment he took the screen, Brad Dourif held me in thrall. Since seeing this movie, I have actively sought out his movies and will watch crap I would never otherwise entertain just to see Brad Dourif work his magic. I squee'ed like a little fan girl when I found out he was playing Grima Wormtongue. To have him connected to my beloved Tolkien was like a gift from the Mighties.

Watching Brad Dourif take total command of every scene he's in is worth a person's time to watch Exorcist III, if for no other reason.
tinhuviel: (Luthien Tinuviel)
Tonight, Timothy is in the forefront of my mind. After dreaming that he called last night, and we laughed for what seemed like aeons as we chatted on the phone, his presence has been quite strong with me today. As par usual, Autumn stirs up memories and the fine tendrils that connect us all. The threads that tie Timothy and me are braiding themselves as stronger bonds. It wouldn't surprise me if he called soon. If he doesn't, I will.

It's been too long.


A random memory, one at which [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 will, I'm sure, chuckle and nod:

I'd brought in a picture of my Grandpa Manheim that harked back to his comedy/music act from his earlier golden years. He had a silly smile on his face as he posed with his beloved upright bass. It was an intentionally goofy picture. When Timothy visited the office that day, he took one look at the photo and said, "Who is that old fool?" I said, "Oh, that's my grandfather," not taking offence to his words at all, because it was, by nature, a foolish picture. Timothy immediately hung his head and moped out of the office. [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 and I didn't see Timothy for at least a couple of days, he was so embarrassed by his remark. We laugh about that now, Tim and I but, at the time, he was mortified and concerned that I was angry.

Note to self: find that photo of G'pa Manheim and scan it.


And, of course, I am always thinking of Todd. He's had a rough week and I'm quite concerned for him. It seems like things just haven't let up for him in a while, and that's not fair. He doesn't deserve any of it. A few days ago, Llew and I were discussing LOST and the strong bond between Michael and Jin. He was commenting about how deep the characterisations were, and how these two started out on a very bad foot only to become such tight pals. I said that it wasn't too much of a surprise to me, that the strongest friendships are often born out of initial animosity. Todd and I began our relationship with my making a smartass remark to him, his responding with "bitch!" and my finishing the pleasant repartee with "bastard!"

That was almost 19 years ago. And we are still dear to one another. We've grown, cried, laughed, agonised, and triumphed always spiritually arm in arm. I don't think anything could ever break our friendship and, believe me, a lot of things, people, and situations have tried. Hell, we've tried in our own twisted way. But it's still there and always will be, bigger than the both of us.

I tend wax maudlin and poetic during the Autumn, reaching out to moments past and friends far away. For me, it's the primary beauty of Summersend, a time of retrospection, remembrance, and revival. With each painted leaf I see tomorrow, I promise to send a message of remembrance out to these two special souls.
tinhuviel: (Alrighty then)
I won't be going to see Llew this evening because he'll be babysitting Destiny. It appears that Billy and Melanie both have to work tonight, so that precludes any romantic encounters we may have planned. It's just as well, though, 'cos the weather is atrocious and I don't really fancy having to go back out in all this rain. Don't get me wrong, I adore rain, but there comes a point where it's no longer winsome and peaceful; rather, it's just messy and soggy. After around a month of no rain whatsoever, getting this much in a single day is preposterous.

I've put the season one DVD of Battlestar Galactica in my bag and will drop it off at Llew's tomorrow morning. I promised him he could borrow it and catch up on the goings-on of Starbuck and gang whilst I'm out of town. Llew seemed very excited at getting his paws on BSG. Here's hoping he enjoys it. What am I saying? I know he'll enjoy it. He also has a crush on Starbuck. We have this in common, he and I.

Earlier I had a groovy chat with Todd. He played me some System of a Down over the phone and we chattered about David Lynch's Dune (one of our favourite subjects as there's just so much material to work with there). He's planning on coming home next month for Thanksgiving. It's gonna be bloody good to see my bestest pal.

I'm craving orange juice like a Floridian on Crack. Now, I'm not claiming to know what a Floridian on Crack would crave other than Crack, nor am I making a derogatory remark about Floridians in general. I merely mention the Floridian on Crack because most orange juice comes from Florida. It's just a thing, man! I'm not PC, so shoot me. Anyway, that Simply Orange orange juice with heavy pulp throws me into multiple juicegasms. It's the best damned orange juice I've ever splashed down my throat. But now I'm out of juice. So I cry.

Aunt Tudi is on the phone with the Father Unit. I've asked that she inform him that, come Wednesday at 9 PM, he should just consider me nonexistent. LOST will be on at that time and, if the Father Unit even attempts to talk to me between 9 and 10 that night, I shall swiftly cut his throat. I'm serious, man. Ain't nobody gonna come between me and Freak Island!

I'm taking my laptop with me to Moncks Corner. It's not so much a luxury this time as it is a necessity. I'll have to do my weekly Monster.com search for my unemployment records. Needless to say, this means that I'll probably remain current on LJ. Surely, I cannot go a full week without access to my beloved Live Journal! Perish the thought!
tinhuviel: (Default)
I awoke on the tail end of a conversation Aunt Tudi was having on the phone. When she hung up, I asked who who it was and she told me it had been Todd, who had called wanting to talk to me. So I called him back. He wanted to tell me that he'd finally gotten around to watching Eddie Izzard's "Dress to Kill." Of course, he's now addicted to Eddie. Since my conversion to Eddie by [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70, I have converted five people. And Todd is keen on showing Eddie to others, so he'll be converting people soon enough. Eddie is like the comic Sadako. Once you've seen him, you're compelled to pass him along like a video virus. Yes, he's just like that.

It was around 10:30 I woke up. Right now, I'm waiting for the grass to dry out enough so I can cut it. It's currently 87 degrees with 61% humidity. That's not as bad as it has been, but it's still seriously uncomfy outdoors. I had pinto beans with a dollop of cheese for breakfast. Woe unto the Earth in about two hours. That's all I have to say.

Llew is coming over later this afternoon. He's going to ply me with a chicken quesadilla whilst I show him taped episodes of last season's Battlestar Galactica. He'll be staying the night. When I invited him, he asked me if this meant he was off probation. No, I told him. I don't know when or if he'll ever be off probation. There's a lot of healing to be done there. I'm considering this night a gesture of good faith and good will. We'll see how it goes.

Speaking of Battlestar Galactica....last night's episode was.....BUH! Really, that's all I can say. Astounding, shattering, brilliant! BUH!

I'm thinking about putting my Star of David back on. It's been years since I've worn it and I've had this urge to don it proudly. I just hope I still have the silver chain that goes with my pendant. I need to drag out my silver cleaner and clean my Star of David, too. There's black on it...that just won't do. My motivations for reconnecting to my Jewish heritage are my own for now. I'll write about it more later.
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
I don't want to touch my 101K until after the first of the year. I have the car and two credit cards left to pay off, but I have insurance on both credit cards that will pay my bill for up to 6 months if I'm disabled or unemployed. So.....

Upon the opening of the large creaking door that currently keeps me trapped in The Pit, I am going to fly out with my severance like the Blue Bird of Happiness and immediately pay off my car. I'm then going to file the appropriate paperwork with the credit card insurance people and get that started, but I'm not going to pay off the cards at that time. I'm going to let the insurance I've been paying for for so long do its job for a while, then pay off whatever's left after the first of the year when I pull out the 101K.

Todd is going to be in NYC in September, so I'm rescheduling the NY trip to then so I can see him and show Aunt Tudi the Big Apple. This way, I won't have to go to Portland and can save some dough.

This will move the England trip up to mid-November, I'm thinking.

After the first of the year, I'll be eligible for lottery funds for school and will register for the March classes. At that time, I will pull out the 101K and apply at Dr. Patch's for the job I hope to have. By then I'll know my schedules and won't have to worry about any conflicts.

::determined nod:: I believe I have it all under control, just how I like things. Now, if I can just pull it off.

Todd

Oct. 30th, 2002 01:42 pm
tinhuviel: (glasses)
Just had a long conversation with him It's always wonderful to talk with my 'bro'. Laughter invariably ensues and it's a great feeling, even if it makes me miss the days when we were an inseparable force to be reckoned with.

We just don't get to do it nearly often enough.

'Sup?

Jul. 18th, 2002 08:54 am
tinhuviel: (Default)
I couldn't wake up this morning! It might have had something to do with the fact I was dreaming of Timothy. I still miss him mightily and long for the Good Ole Days.

what else? )

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