Happy Holidays
Dec. 24th, 2009 12:24 pmHappy Holidays to my Live Journal family. Even though I haven't been around as much as I usually am this year (you may consider that a blessing...), I just want you to know you've all never been far from my mind or heart. I hope each of you have had a lovely 2009, you have a wonderful Christmahanukkwanzaayule, and that 2010 brings you everything you need, want, and dream of! Blessings to you and yours.
Peace, Love, and Sithly Mischief,
Tinhuviel Artanis
Peace, Love, and Sithly Mischief,
Tinhuviel Artanis
Kicked when down
Dec. 4th, 2009 04:18 pmAfter freezing our asses off now for two weeks, we finally saved up enough to get gas for the heater only to discover that the heater won't work. The repair guy will have to come out and check the lines and fix the situation. $75.00 just for a visit. God knows what else will be added on to that. Merry fucking christmas.
What's so good about this Friday?
Apr. 10th, 2009 01:17 pmI still have to work. I still have to get dressed and crawl out of bed. I'm still a wage slave, even though I love slave-wagin' for Doc because he seriously rocks and all the animals I get to work with are a true delight. But I still have to go out on a rainy day when I just want to go to bed.
And I don't understand about Good Friday. Shouldn't it be Good Thursday? Jesus supposedly died and was resurrected three days later, on what is currently called Easter Sunday. The numbers don't add up. Friday he died. Then comes Saturday. Then Sunday, voila! It's Holy Ghost time! That's only two days. One and a half, depending on the times of the incidences. It doesn't bloody add up and, nossir, I don't like it! Good Thursday would make the whole thing more plausible. And then the Church named the celebration of the resurrection of the Messiah Easter which, etymologically, is derived from the name of Teutonic fertility Goddess Eostre.
W?
T?
F?
Of all the Christian horribledays, it's Easter that pisses me off the most. It's the Christian version of the Pagan Bealtainne, which has also lost the majority of its true meaning amongst {gacome nothing but an excuse for horny humans to romp about outside nekkid and having anonymous sex with freaks of all kinds.
I say, kill 'em all, and let whatever deity who isn't busy doing something else sort out the herd of idiots and give them some mighty mighty karma, so much so that they have to let it all hang out, a la the Brick House.
And I don't understand about Good Friday. Shouldn't it be Good Thursday? Jesus supposedly died and was resurrected three days later, on what is currently called Easter Sunday. The numbers don't add up. Friday he died. Then comes Saturday. Then Sunday, voila! It's Holy Ghost time! That's only two days. One and a half, depending on the times of the incidences. It doesn't bloody add up and, nossir, I don't like it! Good Thursday would make the whole thing more plausible. And then the Church named the celebration of the resurrection of the Messiah Easter which, etymologically, is derived from the name of Teutonic fertility Goddess Eostre.
W?
T?
F?
Of all the Christian horribledays, it's Easter that pisses me off the most. It's the Christian version of the Pagan Bealtainne, which has also lost the majority of its true meaning amongst {gacome nothing but an excuse for horny humans to romp about outside nekkid and having anonymous sex with freaks of all kinds.
I say, kill 'em all, and let whatever deity who isn't busy doing something else sort out the herd of idiots and give them some mighty mighty karma, so much so that they have to let it all hang out, a la the Brick House.
In recognition of Columbus Day....
Oct. 13th, 2008 10:19 amCaptain Cook by Shriekback circa 1992
After 8 weeks at sea following the trade winds
southeast of Java we sighted land
At first no more than a long white cloud high above
the ocean
As we drew closer we could discern mountains and soon
verdant plains and lush forests
As we anchored, the native people ran from their rude
dwellings to observe us
Captain Cook took myself, 4 marines with muskets, and
a padre, and long boat onto the beach,
And there he planted the English flag upon the land,
claiming as a colony of the Crown.
As he did so, their chief, a tall man clad in
fish-skins came to greet us
Captain Cook said:
We bring the gospel of the one true god,
We bring you medicine and video games
We bring the language of the English queen,
We bring you alcohol and MTV
We bring you syphilis and organised crime
We bring you cinema and chemical war
We bring the poison of our factory-minds
We bring the terror of the passing of time
And the chief said to Captain Cook, "Who are you white man?"
The Captain replied, pointing as his own breast "friend"
The Chief did not understand.
So the Captain pointed out to sea at our vessel and said "ship"
And still the chief did not understand
So the captain pointed at a rifle
And he said "Gun"
And the chief said "Gun" and smiled
And the word caught fire in the chief's mind
And splintered into a thousand other words for which he had no meaning
Words for machines that flew into the night behind the stars
The great cities made of metal and glass
And new kinds of death
And the chiefs head was spinning with this new language
These. . . these words
And he could no longer remember his own tongue
And he began to weep
Saying "I don't want to know your language white man"
And Captain Cook said:
Nothing you know can be unlearned
None of your bridges be unburned . . .
the new words stick in the brain forever
no-one stays stupid while someone's clever
We're transmitting you receive -this is the
software-do you believe?
And the chief spoke to his people
There as the waves lapped upon the beach
And the Captain waited knowing nothing could forestall
the tide of history coming in over the heads of these
gentle and beautiful people
And when the chief turned to Captain Cook and said
"We will do battle with you white man
You will have to kill us all"
Captain Cook just smiled said
"Nothing personal Chief. We're not here to fight you
We're here to transmit a virus
We're here to transmit a virus called the future
A virus called the future
We're here to transmit a virus called the future
Called the future
Called the future
Called the future"
Civilisation is Syphilisation
and yesterday's reason is today's superstition
there are new receivers and a new transmission
We're here to pass on this information: the language/virus inculcation
The Prophets and Madmen sing their song:
'Nobody right-nobody wrong -this is our message
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on...
After 8 weeks at sea following the trade winds
southeast of Java we sighted land
At first no more than a long white cloud high above
the ocean
As we drew closer we could discern mountains and soon
verdant plains and lush forests
As we anchored, the native people ran from their rude
dwellings to observe us
Captain Cook took myself, 4 marines with muskets, and
a padre, and long boat onto the beach,
And there he planted the English flag upon the land,
claiming as a colony of the Crown.
As he did so, their chief, a tall man clad in
fish-skins came to greet us
Captain Cook said:
We bring the gospel of the one true god,
We bring you medicine and video games
We bring the language of the English queen,
We bring you alcohol and MTV
We bring you syphilis and organised crime
We bring you cinema and chemical war
We bring the poison of our factory-minds
We bring the terror of the passing of time
And the chief said to Captain Cook, "Who are you white man?"
The Captain replied, pointing as his own breast "friend"
The Chief did not understand.
So the Captain pointed out to sea at our vessel and said "ship"
And still the chief did not understand
So the captain pointed at a rifle
And he said "Gun"
And the chief said "Gun" and smiled
And the word caught fire in the chief's mind
And splintered into a thousand other words for which he had no meaning
Words for machines that flew into the night behind the stars
The great cities made of metal and glass
And new kinds of death
And the chiefs head was spinning with this new language
These. . . these words
And he could no longer remember his own tongue
And he began to weep
Saying "I don't want to know your language white man"
And Captain Cook said:
Nothing you know can be unlearned
None of your bridges be unburned . . .
the new words stick in the brain forever
no-one stays stupid while someone's clever
We're transmitting you receive -this is the
software-do you believe?
And the chief spoke to his people
There as the waves lapped upon the beach
And the Captain waited knowing nothing could forestall
the tide of history coming in over the heads of these
gentle and beautiful people
And when the chief turned to Captain Cook and said
"We will do battle with you white man
You will have to kill us all"
Captain Cook just smiled said
"Nothing personal Chief. We're not here to fight you
We're here to transmit a virus
We're here to transmit a virus called the future
A virus called the future
We're here to transmit a virus called the future
Called the future
Called the future
Called the future"
Civilisation is Syphilisation
and yesterday's reason is today's superstition
there are new receivers and a new transmission
We're here to pass on this information: the language/virus inculcation
The Prophets and Madmen sing their song:
'Nobody right-nobody wrong -this is our message
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on...
Memorial Day Meanderings
May. 26th, 2008 12:22 pmI was off work today. Röchling decided to actually close on a horribleday, which is unlike them, according to their long-term employees. I would have preferred to have worked because I don't get paid horribledays. That said, this day is particularly horrible because I am not getting paid for having to choice to stay out of work. I would shake my fist at the Man, but I'm too disgusted to eek out the energy for such an act.
In better news, I have about 15 active Sea Monkeys that I can actually see. The largest one, my first hatched named Adama, has matured and his a truly horny male. Mature Sea Monkeys show their gender by sporting either horns on the head or egg sacs at the base of the tale. I can't wait until the other Sea Monkeys mature so they can start getting jiggy with each other. Sea Monkey sex is said to be a wonder to behold.
In even better news, the Aunt Tudi A/C Salvage Fund has been a success! I'm just waiting for the transfers to the bank to go through so I can go get her an air conditioner. She'll need at least a 10k btu. I'm looking through newspapers and Craigslist to see if something is decent to buy that way, but I'm thinking I'll go with Wal-Mart or Lowes so I'll get a warranty, just in case. The temperature tomorrow is supposed to be 88 with moderate humidity. This is the warmest day we've had so far, so I'm getting her replacement A/C just in time. Thank you to everyone who participated. Aunt Tudi is literally in awe of you and the power we can all wield when we work together. She's heard so many bad things about the Internet, so it's great to show her the wonderful things that can bloom from a much-maligned human medium. You're fantastic!
Speaking of good things on the Internet, I found a wonderful reference website called Index of HTML 4.01 Character Entity References. On the site, I discovered å, which allows me to write Sechlourendål correctly for the first time ever. Déaghydhen language utilises rings over the vowels. A ring over the e, like in Deaghydhe give the e a 'yeh' pronunciation. å is pronounced like a short e. I ring is like a short a. O ring is pronounced like ö. U ring is pronounced like 'yoo.' I wish that all the rings were available instead of just å. It would make being able to translate the true Déghyden language. I guess I just use acutes to replace the rings as needed.
The Llew situation hasn't changed since my previous post. I'm not speaking to him much, as I'm afraid my anger will burst through and leave me not-so-very-much neutral. He's shown signs of affection, wanting to be intimate and whatnot, but I'm not ready to go there. Not until I know what he's truly decided to do. He says he can't make a certain choice until he talks to Melanie. When that's gonna happen, I don't know. He sold his acoustic guitar and amp for $200 and gave me $60 of it. $80 has to go for his car insurance and the rest will get him through the week. He says he's not applying for work this week because he won't know about Pennsylvania for a while and he doesn't want to get a job that he's going to leave right after getting it. So much for financial help.
Gwen has invited me to her cookout for today. I'm thinking about going, even though I'd hate to leave Aunt Tudi alone. I may drop by just for a short time just to say hello, then zip back home and hang with the Toodles. Besides, there's an Enterprise marathon going on and I've become rather fond of that show over the course of 6 or so months. It's much better than Voyager, in my humble opinion.
To everyone who celebrates it, happy Memorial Day to you. To everyone who does not, happy Monday to you! I'm off to get a shower now, on account of I stank.
In better news, I have about 15 active Sea Monkeys that I can actually see. The largest one, my first hatched named Adama, has matured and his a truly horny male. Mature Sea Monkeys show their gender by sporting either horns on the head or egg sacs at the base of the tale. I can't wait until the other Sea Monkeys mature so they can start getting jiggy with each other. Sea Monkey sex is said to be a wonder to behold.
In even better news, the Aunt Tudi A/C Salvage Fund has been a success! I'm just waiting for the transfers to the bank to go through so I can go get her an air conditioner. She'll need at least a 10k btu. I'm looking through newspapers and Craigslist to see if something is decent to buy that way, but I'm thinking I'll go with Wal-Mart or Lowes so I'll get a warranty, just in case. The temperature tomorrow is supposed to be 88 with moderate humidity. This is the warmest day we've had so far, so I'm getting her replacement A/C just in time. Thank you to everyone who participated. Aunt Tudi is literally in awe of you and the power we can all wield when we work together. She's heard so many bad things about the Internet, so it's great to show her the wonderful things that can bloom from a much-maligned human medium. You're fantastic!
Speaking of good things on the Internet, I found a wonderful reference website called Index of HTML 4.01 Character Entity References. On the site, I discovered å, which allows me to write Sechlourendål correctly for the first time ever. Déaghydhen language utilises rings over the vowels. A ring over the e, like in Deaghydhe give the e a 'yeh' pronunciation. å is pronounced like a short e. I ring is like a short a. O ring is pronounced like ö. U ring is pronounced like 'yoo.' I wish that all the rings were available instead of just å. It would make being able to translate the true Déghyden language. I guess I just use acutes to replace the rings as needed.
The Llew situation hasn't changed since my previous post. I'm not speaking to him much, as I'm afraid my anger will burst through and leave me not-so-very-much neutral. He's shown signs of affection, wanting to be intimate and whatnot, but I'm not ready to go there. Not until I know what he's truly decided to do. He says he can't make a certain choice until he talks to Melanie. When that's gonna happen, I don't know. He sold his acoustic guitar and amp for $200 and gave me $60 of it. $80 has to go for his car insurance and the rest will get him through the week. He says he's not applying for work this week because he won't know about Pennsylvania for a while and he doesn't want to get a job that he's going to leave right after getting it. So much for financial help.
Gwen has invited me to her cookout for today. I'm thinking about going, even though I'd hate to leave Aunt Tudi alone. I may drop by just for a short time just to say hello, then zip back home and hang with the Toodles. Besides, there's an Enterprise marathon going on and I've become rather fond of that show over the course of 6 or so months. It's much better than Voyager, in my humble opinion.
To everyone who celebrates it, happy Memorial Day to you. To everyone who does not, happy Monday to you! I'm off to get a shower now, on account of I stank.
Happy Xmas All You Crazy Christians!
Dec. 23rd, 2005 07:32 pmAnd all you secular folk who celebrate Christmas solely for the harvesting of mighty loads of booty!

Sorry.
I don't have a Pagan, Jewish, or Kwanzaa Gothic Party Postcard so, as usual, you nonconformists are left out! Go gripe to the ACLU, ya bleedin' heart losers! BWWWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Of course, you know I'm kidding here.

Sorry.
I don't have a Pagan, Jewish, or Kwanzaa Gothic Party Postcard so, as usual, you nonconformists are left out! Go gripe to the ACLU, ya bleedin' heart losers! BWWWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Of course, you know I'm kidding here.
HAPPY
HORRIBLEDAYS!
HORRIBLEDAYS!
Horribleday Greetings
Dec. 5th, 2005 09:24 pmI don't do paper cards unless absolutely necessary 'cos I'm just not into doing that. I stopped years ago to help conserve trees and, once e-greetings became easier to send, I converted completely to doing the e-card thing. Aunt Tudi is still into paper cards and will sometimes have me sign a card to send out, but I'm completely electronic now.
That said, I'd like to send anyone who reads this an e-card.
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In other news, Taco Bell has a new sign up that says "Now hiring closers." When I glanced at it, I read "Now hiring losers." I've been chuckling about that for a good two hours now. Easily amused? That would be me.
That said, I'd like to send anyone who reads this an e-card.
[Poll #627717]
In other news, Taco Bell has a new sign up that says "Now hiring closers." When I glanced at it, I read "Now hiring losers." I've been chuckling about that for a good two hours now. Easily amused? That would be me.