Self-Examination and Funky-ass Pictures
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tinhuvielOver the past few days, while my family seems to be collapsing in on itself "Like a flan in a cupboard," the only thing I've been able to really think about with any modicum of clarity has been my book, The Chalice. The main thought has been to collect more relevant song lyrics and replace some of the ones that just don't seem to fit. I don't even have a good song lyric to launch Sui Generis, and I'm coming close to that portion of the book. But my point is, here I am pondering something that is really only important to me, when there's a major crisis going on and people are looking to me to assist or support, and be a decent family member. I'm trying to figure out why. I think it's because I so easily detach and cling to objectivity when shit hits the fan. Everyone around me is in a panic or succumbing to grief, but I "hold it all together" and move through it all like I'm jogging through pudding. Nothing seems to affect me. Nothing seems terribly important, except for The Chalice. I remember being this way when Granny died. Admittedly, I lost it then. I was grief-stricken. One of the women who raised me was between the worlds and rapidly leaving this one faster than I could handle. There's a time during that all that my memory is vary vague if not blank. I think I had a bit of a breakdown because I was unable to step back and maintain my objectivity. But I got it back quickly and clung to a new obsession: Oingo Boingo. Danny singing "No one lives forever" and approaching the transition of death like a giant street party was exactly what I needed. Now I need my book. I may drive Aunt Tudi crazy talking about it, but it will at least get her mind off other things while she wonders if I've either totally lost it, or I really am that self-centred that I can ponder something so inane in a time when more desperate issues are on the table. Maybe I'm just a self-important sociopath with no sense of what family is all about. If so, I like it.
So, to continue on with my obvious self-importance, I'm now posting pictures that I have taken over the past few days. Happy viewing!
Goldie, one of our strays, is coming to the backyard for a bite or two or sixteen. She's eating for more than one now, as is evident by her bulging belly. She's one of the ones I'm trying to capture to have her spayed. Wish me luck.
Lynx, almost grown, and he answers to his name. What a smart bebbeh! He's Goldie's son and Motley's brother. Please note the absence of a tail, just like Motdot.
And, speaking of Motley, here she is at the backyard waterhole, protecting her territory. Look at those long funky whiskers! Finally, she's letting them grow out, after months of insisting on knocking them off, pull them out, and who knows what else with the poor things. I dig the fact they're all white.
A ring of flowers. Purdy.
A gumdrop tree. This is at the hospital. Purdy.
This hog was at Eckerd in Spartanburg. I thought about stealing it, but I saw the doo-rag-donning gentleman to which it belongs, and decided I'd rather live.
Aunt Tudi in the back seat of the car with Riley, Chester, Sheba, and our gorilla Fred. They were cramped to say the least.
Stretch limos at McDonalds. What?the?fuck?
My new Birkenstocks. After almost 10 years with the same shoes (falling apart, no sole, generally disintegrating off my feets), it was time to get new ones.
And, last but not least, a picture that will tickle LOST fans pink, especially if they've seen the earlier shows of season 2. I bet Necco is forever grateful for the free advertising and resurrection of a bar that was popular years ago.
In closing, I'd like for someone to explain why I find the new Doctor so irresistible when there's not a thing about him that should be attractive in the least.
So, to continue on with my obvious self-importance, I'm now posting pictures that I have taken over the past few days. Happy viewing!
Goldie, one of our strays, is coming to the backyard for a bite or two or sixteen. She's eating for more than one now, as is evident by her bulging belly. She's one of the ones I'm trying to capture to have her spayed. Wish me luck.
Lynx, almost grown, and he answers to his name. What a smart bebbeh! He's Goldie's son and Motley's brother. Please note the absence of a tail, just like Motdot.
And, speaking of Motley, here she is at the backyard waterhole, protecting her territory. Look at those long funky whiskers! Finally, she's letting them grow out, after months of insisting on knocking them off, pull them out, and who knows what else with the poor things. I dig the fact they're all white.
A ring of flowers. Purdy.
A gumdrop tree. This is at the hospital. Purdy.
This hog was at Eckerd in Spartanburg. I thought about stealing it, but I saw the doo-rag-donning gentleman to which it belongs, and decided I'd rather live.
Aunt Tudi in the back seat of the car with Riley, Chester, Sheba, and our gorilla Fred. They were cramped to say the least.
Stretch limos at McDonalds. What?the?fuck?
My new Birkenstocks. After almost 10 years with the same shoes (falling apart, no sole, generally disintegrating off my feets), it was time to get new ones.
And, last but not least, a picture that will tickle LOST fans pink, especially if they've seen the earlier shows of season 2. I bet Necco is forever grateful for the free advertising and resurrection of a bar that was popular years ago.
In closing, I'd like for someone to explain why I find the new Doctor so irresistible when there's not a thing about him that should be attractive in the least.
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Date: 2006-04-08 02:20 am (UTC)for this whole world's in devil's hand
Disease, disease, disease my friend
throw the key or you may die"
--Helloween, Keeper of the Seven Keys (http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/KEEPER-OF-THE-SEVEN-KEYS-lyrics-Helloween/1F18AA2F02AFBE8448256A9600055675)
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Date: 2006-04-08 05:01 am (UTC)I find that music is absolutely necessary to keep yourself grounded at times when everyone around you is flying off the handle.
Best, best wishes dearie:)
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Date: 2006-04-08 05:05 am (UTC)"would you mind not farting while I'm trying to say the world!
Date: 2006-04-08 05:40 am (UTC)Are you kidding me!
I just joined the UK Yahoo "Bad Wolf" group because I wanted to learn more about the lovely Christopher Eccleston. He has the foxy eyes, big nose, and firm lips that I so love love love.
Get outta my head will you, I was contemplating a post whereby I mention that I want to move to England and by Christopher Eccleston's concubine!!
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Date: 2006-04-08 06:49 am (UTC)If you would like song lyric help, let me know if I can do anything for you.
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Date: 2006-04-08 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-08 02:31 pm (UTC)As for Christopher Eccleston -- loved him as the Doctor, but he does nothing for me *that* way. Especially since seeing him as the evil bastard he was in Elizabeth. (Although that's a role you might find to be Yummy evil -- I just found him repulsive.) He's had lots of really interesting TV parts over here (Jesus Christ in Manchester, for one) and is a helluvan actor. And I can see the charisma -- which is why, in answer to your question. It just doesn't work on me.
The even-newer Doctor starts over here next Saturday, hurray! So not my type (either), but his charisma does work, a bit, on me. He was fabulous as Casanova, what a fantastic adaptation. If PBS shows it, don't miss it.
I will try to record at least some of the new ones for when you get here -- it should still be running by then, as well!
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Date: 2006-04-08 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 05:17 am (UTC)But he'll be happier for it.
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Date: 2006-04-10 01:38 am (UTC)He's the perfect straight man in the comedy team.