Well...

This schizophrenic weather is giving me a schizophrenic body response. Because it was rainy and stormy all night long, the temperature never had a chance to reach its normal level of hell degrees. That means that it's too cold for air conditioning, yet too hot without it. Blankets are too much, but short sleeves leave me feeling like Cold Miser is sodomising me. What do I do in a situation like this? Suffer, I suppose.

I am watching X-Men: First Class for the 258347520th time, because I accidentally picked that one up when I meant to get 2012. That's okay, though. I could look at Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy all day long. And I adore Magneto's message. When you look at it from my point of view, that of a Jew and Witch, when he says "I've been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again," my soul gets all jiggly. Good for Erik Lensherr. Good for all those who get pissed off enough to take back their personal power. It's not revenge, it's retribution; it's the Sith way. >:| It's what the Goddess Nemesis does.

Speaking of Nemesis, there's this news about yet another Star Trek reboot. I wish I could say I was excited but really, if Shinzon isn't in it, I really can't be bothered.

Tomorrow is my first appointment with the actual grief therapist. Even though it's my inclination to give an "everything is fine" response to everything and, honestly, I may have watched way too much Lie to Me, taking notes for future Tim Roth Tutorials. My problem is that my frankness is gonna end up making me cry, and then I'll have to slaughter everyone within a two mile radius. I don't like to cry in front of others. No, that's too weak. I really really really hate it.

Alrighty then, it's time to turn the A/C back on. Kill me now, please.

You Know What I Hate?

Being stalked and sexually harassed on my Facebook, or anywhere else for that matter.

I'm hoping my silence, instead of being polite about it, gives you the message. If that doesn't work, I know how to block assholes.

30 Second Bunnies Present: PULP FICTION

Okay, I near about died when I saw this one.

Bullying (WOW)

The Pariah's Prayer Room

So this is what's poured outta me so far this evening. (the sound the centerpiece is making was inspired by the sound The One Ring makes just before it's devoured by the fires of Mount Doom ~ just FYI)

"Flint tried to study the legendary altar of the Plenipotentiary. It was the only thing that could be seen by the dim light of the candle. There, at its side and just touching the altar, perched upon a staff was a scalp, its red hair just as shiny and vibrant as the day it was ripped from Orphaeus Cygnus’ head. The single candle was affixed near the fore of the altar’s surface by way of its own wax. Cadmus had no need to use it to illuminate this room. He knew it well, but could probably also see the vastness implied by the sentient dark. To the left of the candle there lay an obviously ancient bell with an inscription on it that used no lettering Flint had ever seen. The right side of the altar was ordained with a small scourge with what looked like claws at the end of each leather tendril. But in the center…well, the center is what concerned Flint the most.

There it sat, resonating with its own strange music, an alien throbbing that inspired fear and fascination in eaual measure. Its tortured limbs reached toward a heaven that would reject it for all time and all times thereafter, and on them were stretched centuries of flesh, trapped and aching."