tinhuviel: (Ace Ventura)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Vinyl record albums from the 80s and a shovel. Why? Because I'm a nerd like Simon Pegg.
tinhuviel: (Red and black alien)
[Error: unknown template qotd]Beezers.

That is what I called them.

I was still sleeping in a crib.  One night I heard this horrible buzzing sound and I looked up to see all these black things swarming over me.  I got the overwhelming feeling that they were going to take me away.

Next thing I remember, I woke up and it was morning.  The beezers came almost every night for many years.  I told my family about them, but they never saw the flying things and they told me I was perfectly safe, that no one was going to take me away.

Later on, when I grew out of my beezer phase, I looked out my window one night to see a pack of skeletons coming over a hill to get me.  It was nighttime and I heard the same buzzing sound, but no beezers this time, only skeletons.  I woke up the next morning.  No skeletons, no buzzing sound of the beezers.
tinhuviel: (Mouth of Sauron)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Don't have kids.

Seriously. My maternal grandmother was never big on kids, but ended up having my Mother Unit in spite of that. She eventually left her daughter to be raised by her aunt and uncle, so she could continue to pursue her career in singing. Then the Mother Unit, who was never crazy about kids herself, met and married my father, who wanted kids. Together, they ended up having yours truly.

But it was always Aunt Tudi who expressed that maternal vibe to me, from the moment I was brought home at the age of three days old. Eventually, the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she would mind caring for me, so she could go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. When I was six, my parents split up, basically because my father was a controlling asshole more often than could be tolerated by any sane person. So my Mother Unit left him. And she returned to New York City, which was the only place she really knew. The city was a bad place to raise children during this time in the early 70s, so the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she could leave me with her, after my time in the Father Unit's custoday was an exercise in insanity. He lost it when they divorced, and he showered his venom for the Mother Unit on me, as I was the only one there to listen at the time.

I was eventually given to Aunt Tudi, who took me home to Asheville, from living in Reidville, SC. Both she and Granny, Aunt Tudi's mother and my paternal grandmother, took it upon themselves to raise me in a safe and educational environment.

As I grew up, I realised that I had an extreme dislike for children. Now, I believe that this proclivity toward finding children distasteful is genetic and that I received that particular gene from the Mother Unit, who had also gotten the gene from her mother. The big difference between me and the Units, though, is that I never had children. I made a conscious choice to make certain that I would never be saddled with a child.

Of course, I grew up in an entirely different generation where I was afforded more options and was more educated about "family planning," so I can't really blame the Grandmother Unit or the Mother Unit for the choices that they made and their basic genetic natures. Everything can be traced back to our DNA, but it is up to us, if we have the ability, to bring to a halt certain genetic proclivities.

In my adult years, I have had a very good relationship with the Mother Unit and the Father Unit, before he died. I even got to establish a relationship with the Grandmother Unit before she passed. The Mother Unit has always been a presence in my life, even though we have lived apart since 1974. She was never a stranger to me and, for that, I am grateful. I doubt I would have acted in the same manner if I had had a child.
tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Ah, well, that's a no-brainer. My favourite music video of all time would have to be "Despite Dense Weed" by Shriekback.

tinhuviel: (happyhappyjoyjoy)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

That wish came true today. BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
tinhuviel: (Maul)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Yes. Darth Maul.
tinhuviel: (Have a Nice Day)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
I would destroy them utterly.  I would riddle their body with really big bullets, stab them multiple times, behead them and put their head on a pike, then burn the body and stomp on the ashes.  Then I'd get a lawyer and sue their ass.  The end.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Millipedes.  The only way to overcome this fear is total and utter eradication of the species from this planet.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Listen to music.  Now that I have over 8300 songs on Froderick, I don't foresee ever running out of tuneage on a trip, no matter how long the trip is.  It doesn't matter what the genre is, I have it and, putting the iPod on shuffle means that everyone should be satisfied and no one can anticipate what glorious song will come up next.  Surely, I am blessed when it comes to music.  Now, if only I could afford to travel.
tinhuviel: (Judge Judy)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
I think we are a byproduct of the Big Bang. Something or someone tried to figure itself out and, in doing so, exploded, leaving all these little pieces of the puzzle of itself. When anything dies, that piece returns to the place it blew out of during the Big Bang, bringing with it a little more explanation of what the something or someone is.

There's that.

Then there's the author idea. Whatever happens to us is whatever the writer decides because we're all just characters in someone else's novel/screenplay/whatever.

I could sit and ponder possibilities all day long because I am, by nature, an agnostic even though I identify as a Witch, and I really can't say with certainty what happens after the body that holds consciousness ceases to function. In truth, no one knows and the ones who say they do are honestly a little terrifying. Religious know-it-alls are all kinds of scary and I should know, living on the buckle of the Bible Belt.
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Barry Andrews on the Highway to Hell.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Beezers.  Buzzing, alien, malicious beezers, surrounding my crib and looking down at me.  It was terrifying and I had beezer episodes for at least more than a dozen times in my early childhood.  But yeah...beezers are my first memory.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
I think people with IQs lower than 100 should not be allowed to procreate.  We have enough stupid people swaying the populace toward not only our self-destruction, but the ruination of our habitat.  Perhaps if smarter people were in the majority, things may not go so badly.
tinhuviel: (Dodo)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Stop being stupid.  The only thing you're destroying is your own habitat.  Trust me, the Earth will find a way to rid herself of parasites, and she's getting ready to do just that.  All you "Save the World' penitents are really saying "Save Humanity."  But we aren't worth saving.  We've proved that time and time again.  Just keep doing what you're doing and, before you know it, we'll all be wiped out by some superbug or a related cataclysm.  The Earth will endure.  Humanity is nothing but a temporary irritation.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
I would erect the world's largest obsidian spork with a plaque at the base that would read "there is no spork."
tinhuviel: (Funky Bald Molina)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

"Inama Nushif" by Brian Tyler and Azam Ali
"And Now We Are Free" by Hans Zimmer and Lisa Gerrard
"Almeria" by Oio
tinhuviel: (Bellatrix)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

No, and I've lived to regret the hell out of it, 'cos they really had it coming.
tinhuviel: (T and B)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Wow this is a hard one. I'd have to say meeting Barry Andrews was my most memorable. It was special in that I never thought I'd end up pub-crawling with the object of my abject fear for over a decade. Will I ever top it? I hope to by moving to the West Country of England. Now, a lot of people might think I'm moving there to stalk him, but he and I both know better. I want to go to the West Country because of all its sacred sites and tolerance of Paganism. My dream is to move to Avebury, not Swindon. But I do have friends in Swindon, so that's always a possibility. It is, after all, in Wiltshire which is where I want to be.

But back to that memorable memory. Enjoying the company of one of my best friends (Tallis) and finally meeting and getting along with Barry on an uncanny level has to top my list of special memories.
tinhuviel: (Headcrusher)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Insanity on a popsicle stick.
tinhuviel: (Ludicrous Speed)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Well, this is a loaded question, so of course I'm gonna answer it.

Top Positives:

      My sense of humour: it's out of whack and off-center, which often surprises people and makes them laugh. Making people laugh is one of my great joys.

      Writing abilities: writing a novel is not for the faint of heart. Writing three is crazy. Writing more than that (which I plan on doing) is off your nut. And I'm definitely that.

      My way with animals: I have this strange ability to create an affinity with wild animals, speaking their language the best way this limited dumb human knows. Having had positive and/or healing encounters with hummingbirds, opossums, llamas (heee!), goats, among other beasties. I think this is something we all have to some degree; it's just a matter of tapping into your personal Earth Spirit.



Top Negative

      Snobbery: I can be pretty snotty at times and have caught myself looking down my nose at others. I'm not proud of it when it happens, but there it is. I try to avoid having feelings like that, but I think it's a byproduct of my overall misanthropy.

      Laziness: Some days I doubt I'd spit off myself.

      Impatience: God grant me some patience NOW. I often lose my temper because of my lack of patience. Sometimes I think that, if I had patience, my relationship with everything both human and non-human would be so much better. But I just can't get around my need for things to happen when I want them to happen.

tinhuviel: (Devil Smidge)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Personally I believe the animals are the actual guardians and not the other way 'round. I've been using the term "companion" ever since I was a member of PETA back in the day. That's one of the few things that stuck. Thankfully the crazy did not. Or did it? Anyway, I think "guardian" is a misleading term, not so much as "owner," but still misleading. But this is coming from a woman who has a Chihuahua companion that dresses up as a nun called "Sister Ubiquita of Our Lady of the Fuzzy Knuckles" and has Doubt.
tinhuviel: (Torquemada)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

My computer 'cos we're already in a 'Til Death Do Us Part' arrangement as is. Seriously, it carries my greatest treasures: my music and my writing. I'd jump the broom with my lappy any ole day of the week.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Cadmus Pariah because I have a sick, sick deathwish. And it'd be nice to have a wee visit with my son. It'd be interesting to have Barry Andrews along for the ride, too, just to see how he and the Pariah interact.

Hanging out with a fictional character not of my own making? Haldir, the Marchwarden of Lothlorien. I would shag him silly...repeatedly.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

RUSSELL HOBAN

He writes with such a poetic style, you just want to immerse yourself in what he's saying simply because he is saying it. It might be a terrible thing he is relating to the reader, but the reader longs to be a part of it nonetheless simply because of the pure beauty of the words that comprise the structure of Hoban's narrative. Everything he writes is like this. When I read Hoban, I become duplicitous. There's the Tracy that follows the narrative and understands the story for what it is, and there's the Tracy that reads Hoban for the pure and simple joy of being a part of the architecture of his language. I strive for that. I would give anything to possess that ability, to have that writing style. Take, for instance, this example...

The world vibrates like a crystal in the mind; there is a frequency at which terror and ecstasy are the same and any road might be taken.

Russell Hoban The Medusa Frequency



There is a mystery that even God cannot fathom, nor can he give the law of it on two stone tablets. He cannot speak what there are no words for; he needs divers to dive into it; he needs wrestlers to wrestle with it, singers to sing it, lovers to love it. He cannot deal with it alone, he must find helpers, and for this does he blind some and maim others.

Russell Hoban Pilgermann



Would I trade permanently? I don't think so. I'd prefer to trade long enough to learn from Mr. Hoban's brilliance and try to hone my own meager abilities. Hopefully, someday, I could measure up to him and his vast talents.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

No, because they are all dead.
tinhuviel: (Card Kill You)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Your suffering will be legendary, even in Hell!
tinhuviel: (Maul - shit)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Don't ever ever EVER let anyone in. You're setting yourself up for a world of hurt and set-backs. Nurse your anger and stop caring what people think. Carry this and you'll go far.
tinhuviel: (It's Teh Alpaca Lips!)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

DEAD! If the Mayans were right, there won't be a 10 years from now.
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Anything that involves beautful bald men in long black coats.
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Oh, I had it. Dealing with obnoxious music biz execs and sales reps who wanted me to perform miracles and keep a smile on my face while I did it. It didn't help that I had the Right-Wing Nazi boss from Hell who had absolutely 0 finesse or people skills, and I sat right outside her office. So guess who always got the first saccharine greeting in the morning and guess who had to suffer through her rancid superficiality multiple times each day? Yeah me. That job was the reason I started this journal, to try to vent and rave before I crawled into a tower with an arsenal of firearms and explosives.

I still get that urge when I think of those days.

If you're a musician, go independent. Make it just you and your fans, and leave the evil music business out of it. They're nothing but a pack of crooks and crazies. I know. I used to be one. A crazy, not a crook. Okay, well, I'm still crazy, but it's because of the music biz. ::scampers about like an inebriated goat::
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

A cave, far away from humanity, but with a drop cable to a power station so I can still access Teh Intarwebs and talk about how happy I am to be away from it all! ::snicker::
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

2 - English and the incoherent psychobabble only a fellow insomniac could understand.
tinhuviel: (Caveman)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Waking up.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Blogs_Dude)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

No, but do believe in origami.
tinhuviel: (EYE-GORE)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

More than I realise. I know the entire ELO catalogue on a mitochondrial level. Same with Shriekback except for Cormorant and Glory Bumps (but I'm getting there). Maybe a thousand or so more than that ranging from the Beatles to Johnny Mathis to (of course) Concrete Blonde to Ozzy Osbourne to a host of others. Y'know that song "I'm my own grandpa"? Well, I'm my own iPod, byotch.

But I'd jump off a very tall building if I ever lost Son of iGor. 'Cos my mind ain't what she used to be!
tinhuviel: (Joker_Blogs_Dude)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

There was a young hedgehog named Leopold
Who had more meal worms than he could hold
He called for the Joker
Getting ready to choke her
And said this hedgie food's getting too old!

And, by the way, I thought that said ABBA at first, and was extremely confused.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

No, I wish I would catch it. Immediately. And I'd go and cough on people who deserve to suffer and possibly die. And then I'd refuse any sort of treatment in the hopes that I die. So ha.
tinhuviel: (Luthien Tinuviel)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien. Even though most would consider it a difficult book to read, anyone who loved the Lord of the Rings trilogy or movies would glean a great deal from this book. It gives a great deal of the backstory featured in LOTR, which basically wouldn't bloody exist if it weren't for The Silmarillion.

Now, go forth and read, Younglings! Go forth, say I! That's not just a suggestion, it's a command!
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]Below is my very first post, written in "The Pit" in between projects from hell that meant nothing to anyone. Talk about spinning your wheels! At least I was making good money doing it, even if it was making me slowly lose my mind (thus the name I gave this blog). When I wrote those words below, I never thought that this blog would become so important to me, nor did I ever conceive that the people I met here would prove to be precious and indispensable parts of my life. There were days when writing on The Cliffs of Insanity prevented my doing something criminally insane, so I'm very thankful to Mmmmmm (sri3m) for harassing me until I finally gave in and joined LJ. I grieved for so long when she left this place and, even though we're still sporadically in touch, I miss her presence here deeply to this day. So there you have it.




June 3rd, 2002
Well, here goes...
Jun. 3rd, 2002 at 2:04 PM

Sr13M invited me to this happy little place where I can post my 'innermost motivations' for all to see. Since I have only teeny bits of time, this may seem aggravatingly sparse at times, but I promise to keep it as current as is inhumanly possible.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
[Error: unknown template qotd]Individually, maybe.  It would depend on the offence.

As a whole, no.  We all need to be rendered extinct for our centuries-long rape of this planet and its inhabitants, including ourselves.  We're a virus in desperate need of a cure.

People, in general, suck.  Our second chance began with the ending with WWI.  Guess what?  WWII!  We're on our third chance now, and screwing it up royally.  Hopefully WW3 won't kill anything much, other than humans.
tinhuviel: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Several, actually.

I met TLC a few years before Left Eye died. They came to the BMG facility in Duncan. They were all tiny people, really really small.

I met Marina Sirtis and George Takei at science fiction conventions. I would have met Ray Park if he hadn't bailed on the con in Virginia Beach, but I met a lot of DMEB celebs there. I'd like to think I was a DMEB celeb too. I sure contributed a lot. But I wasn't anywhere near the wonderfulmousness that was MaulsMate, so maybe I wasn't. ::shrugs::

I met Alan Jackson backstage at a concert I went to only because everyone I loved at work was going and it was free. The man is a freakin' hillbilly.

I was serenaded by and later met Weird Al Yankovic.

I almost met Jeff Lynne. I was like three feet away from him when he stopped hobnobbing with fans and walked away. I was devastated.

And I met Barry Andrews, first online, then in person years later in Brighton, England. It was the most terrifying, wonderful, intense, Vampiric, inspirational experience of my life. I'm still not over it and it's been almost three years since that happened. I don't think I'll ever fully recover, truth be told.

Online, I've met Talitha MacKenzie and Bear McCreary, which is pretty grooveh.

I think that's it.
tinhuviel: (Torquemada)
[Error: unknown template qotd]It's the first two lines from a the theme song for the Mel Brooks movie <b>The Twelve Chairs</b>: Hope for the best, expect the worst.

The entire song, which was written by Mel Brooks at the prompting of his wife Anne Bancroft, goes like this. I went a-searching for the lyrics, but found something better: the entire song on my beloved You Tube.

tinhuviel: (Caveman)
[Error: unknown template qotd]The owl has long been my primary animal spirit, but the bear was revealed as a strong influence in my life back in 1993.  The bear, Artio in particular, is quite evident in every aspect of my life.  I tend to be quite protective of my Tribe and, at the same time, inclined to rip strangers or especially offenders from limb to limb.  Also, I really just would prefer to be left alone to do my thing.  That's not usually possible, which provokes my seemingly perpetual grumpiness.

Don't fuck with the Great Bear Mother.  No day is a good day to do that.  She'd just as soon kill you as look at you.

Bendieth y Mamau
tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity)
[Error: unknown template qotd] I'm bloody well pissed by it.  Pluto was always my favourite planet and I feel it's getting the shaft by people who are ignorant and mean, and deserve a swift smack on the arse.
tinhuviel: (1967)
[Error: unknown template qotd] The 1970s.  Things seemed so much simpler then.  I remember thinking as a child that I'd do anything to freeze moments in time throughout the 70s, particularly between 1976 and 1979.  Momentous things happened during this time period, such as <b>Star Wars</b>, the Bicentennial, and Disco.  The music of that era was momentous, epic, wonderful.  The social attitude was relaxed and open to acceptance.  Even though I adored the 80s, the 70s are quite dear to me.  I've always regretting not being old enough to experience that decade as at least a teenager instead of a child who was limited in what I could do.
tinhuviel: (5-year old demonchild Tin)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

"Magic Man" by Heart, "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey, "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor, "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" by Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty (I sing the hell out of this with My Friend Todd), "Elvira" by the Oak Ridge Boys (with [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake and Paulette....those were the days), "What's Going On" by Four Non Blondes, and I could go on because I'm a pathetic karaoke whore. If I had band, maybe I wouldn't have to depend on karaoke so much. Any takers?

July 2017

M T W T F S S
     12
3 456789
1011121314 1516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Popular

Summary

Page generated Jul. 21st, 2017 04:35 pm