At long last, I bit the bullet and updated my profile page here. It had gotten cluttered with years of adding info/pics/videos/etc without thought to format or organise in any logical manner. Please take a gander and let me know if anything needs to be changed, or you find any mistakes. Just clickie on the piccie, and you will be whisked away to something a bit more shiny and streamlined.
Mars Editor is a pain in the arse to use as a LiveJournal client. Now, I'm trying asLJ.
I still desperately long for Semagic, but it doesn't look like a Mac version of that will ever come to fruition. The main thing I loved about Semagic was its ability to notify when when a friend or community would post. That little blinking pencil always caught my attention and made me feel much more involved in the LJ community. Since I have been without that, I feel like an umbilical cord has been cut.
So, maybe asLJ will be a better fit, even though I still don't get notifications. Time will tell.
I began this journal 2 years before Smidgen came into my life. I began this journal 9 years before losing Aunt Tudi. I began this journal 11 years before abandoning everything I had ever truly ever known, and moved west with the Mother Unit, what little hope I thought I had left, nestled away in a tiny pocket I keep buried in my brain.
Over the course of these twelve years, I have experienced love and shock and passion and success. I've seen dreams come true and hopes shattered. I have forged my own philosophies, and I have returned to my long-term position of agnosticism. I have met some miraculous souls and bonded friendships whilst, at the same time, losing friends I never thought I'd say goodbye to. I've lost the most important person in my life, which threw me into an admission to myself I still can't write about. Some have already guessed, but I have never, nor will I ever, acknowledge it. Unspoken love is unspoken for a reason.
I have tried to commit suicide more than once. As this post clearly indicates, I'm rather deficient in that talent. Do I still think about it? Every day. The thought of it comforts me in a way nothing else can.
It has been my friends, more than anything, that have kept me alive. Most often, I thank them for this, but I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say I resent their meddling. I'm not a brave person, nor am I a hard worker, or anything special enough to really be missed in this world. I most often feel like a burden to my family and many of my friends. My logic is, the world would be better off without me. Then again, the world would be better off without humanity, period. I'm just offering to volunteer as one of the first to go.
Still, I persist, as does The Cliffs of Insanity. If you've been with me for the majority of this decade, you know the blog's name lives up to its legacy. I would hope that Wallace Shawn would be proud.
I don't know what the next 12 years will bring, if they bring anything else. I hesitate to predict, because I would never have predicted some of the things that happened in the first 12 years of the 21st Century. I'll leave that mumbo-jumbo up to Miss Cleo. Just know that, in my own anti-social and vicious way, I love all of you, and I hope you love me too, if only for a brief moment in this infinity of uncertainty we call existence.
Today, I got the cooking bug, and have made a beef stew, with top round roast, new potatoes (white and red), carrots, onions, and garlic. It's smelling good, if I do say so myself. This is the first stew I've ever made, so I'm hoping it turns out well, seeing as how this is only the second thing I've ever cooked for the Mother Unit, and she's used to Matt's cooking. Matt is professionally trained. There's no way I can out-do him, but I'm hoping I can at least keep the Unit happy in the culinary department whilst he's away with family in Portland.
My right knee has just about had it. I'm going to have to get to a doctor soon before I scream and die. This is not dramatics, it's just plain fact. I have a large pocket of fluid right on the front of the knee, below the patella. It hurts like all Sith Hell, and walking Toby every couple of hours in a hilly environment is not helping my severe state of disability.
Apparently LJ has a new feature that ranks your journal in, I suppose, popularity. This is what I got:
I'm not really certain I agree with that, considering I've been more AWOL than not these past couple of years. Surely, I'd be further down on the totem pole. That's okay, though; I'll take it. Hopefully, my ranking will climb now that I'm trying to be more active here again. We'll see.
If you're curious about what your ranking is, just go to the LJ home page, and it should be right there near the top. Of course, you have to be logged in for it to show.
Must go stir the stew again. It's almost ready to be devoured, hopefully with enthusiasm. Gordon Ramsay, eat your heart out!
So far, it's been a pretty depressing day. I've had to bug people I really did not want to bug...like ever again, to be honest. I've gotten crap news about a computer that was really good. I'm scared to death the transfer of data is going to end up losing me a buttload of music. The movies I'm not worried about. The music? Oh hell yes. I want to just pour my disappointment and angst here on LJ, and I don't feel comfortably doing stuff like that anymore. I have no one to talk to, and it's honestly pissing me off to the point of tears.
Honestly, I can't believe I've kept this blog current for so long. I figured it would only last a few weeks before I lost interest.
Sort of like the only five Tim Roth Tutorials I was going to make.
Things get out of hand. Crap gets said. In public. That which is unleashed cannot be re-chained with complete success.
The Cliffs of Insanity is my Kraken. Someone needs to hold up a gorgon's head and stop the madness.
Although tempted to lock down the whole thing and set fire to the Internet to raze this monstrous creation from existence, I'm gonna trudge onward, but doubtfully upward. Because, apparently, that's how I roll; refusing to learn lessons smacked upside my head.
::blows little paper birthday horn thingie and tosses a few scraps of confetti::
I'm constantly being spammed here on the Cliffs of Insanity. It's been going on for some time now, but I figured you'd reign in the offenders and protect your core base from such offence. But it has only gotten worse. And it's really starting to piss me off. Having to delete spam off my journal entries, particularly the ones about the passing of Aunt Tudi, is getting to be more than just an inconvenience; it is becoming an issue serious enough to make me consider moving the entire Cliffs to a new blogging service.
Get your shit together...or I am leaving, one way or another.
I'm getting increasingly annoyed with the spam bots that keep hitting my blog. Even though I have non-friends filtered to where these things never show up, it's still a bother to have to manually delete the posts. Is there anything being done about this problem? I've been a loyal blogger here on LJ for almost a decade now and I'd hate to have to leave because my journal has been infested by irritants like these spam bots. Please eradicate this plague as soon as you can. Thank you.
That was paragraph number one. This is number two.
Paragraph three has to do with my frakking ankle, which hurts like a toothache from hell. The doctor to whom I was referred may not be able to see me until after the stupid 4 July joke of a horribleday. I had to cancel the dogs' grooming appointment and my eye exam appointment for today, considering that I can't get around very well.
Paragraph four reminds me of that song, "Don't Get Around Much Anymore." hahahaha.
Five ~ Let's see how this works.
I honestly can't believe how many people are wanting signed copies of the book. And here I am with crap penmanship. Guess I should start practicing.
It's been hours since I've had an Internet connection and it's driving me crazy. What's going on? What's the skinny, the dealio, the ultimate news? I have nothing of it and I want it badly! I feel like a limb has been chopped off and no one designed a prosthetic for me. It sucks to the nth degree. I feel like fretting, but I'm too busy feeling sorry for myself to fret. The time is 9:20 PM DST.
Damn damn damn.
The time is now 7:30 DST. Still no connectivity. The monkey on my back is jumping up and down and screeching. I think it's a howler monkey. I'll be heading to the library at 9 PM to catch up with my emails and see how the book is doing. This could not have happened to me at a worst time! Dammit on a kebab stick!
No wait...I have it! I have connectivity! It's alive, I tell you, aliiiiiiive!
I gots me some new friends thanks to therealljidol's friending frenzy. Thanks for thinking I was worth adding to your most auspicious lists of LJ pals. My life is pretty much an open book thanks to The Cliffs of Insanity but, if there's something in particular you want to ask, go for it. I'm looking forward to learning about each of you as time goes by. I don't comment much, but I do always read. If there's something in particular you want to bring to my attention, just scream at me. I'm slowly getting back into writing in my blog after almost a year of working to promote a personal cause of mine and writing Joker fanfiction. Yes, I'm a big freak.
Anyway, welcome to the Cliffs of Insanity. Hopefully, you'll find something here that will make you happy.
On top of the heat misery, I've got a gas bubble that keeps moving around in my abdomen making me feel I've been impregnated by the Soccer Aliens of Planet Hooligan. All I want to do is pass this gas and avoid going outside until November, is that so wrong?
**EDIT** Helly did some editing on the Cliffs layout. I'm about as happy as one person can be right now. Thank you, chiclet!
Peace, Love, and Sithly Mischief,
As soon as I finish "The Artist's Date," I need to complete my outline of The Blood Crown for NaNoWriMo. "The Sainted Confessor" was always going to be the largest chapter in the book and, since I had to go ahead and write it thanks to anchoring Faust to the worst person on Earth, it totally messes with my word count for NaNo. It reached novella status, it got so huge (38,605 words!), and I actually had to break it down into mini-chapters. They are entitled: "The Timeless Vagabond," "Session One," "Session Two," "Session Three," "Session Four," and "The Incorruptible Dove." If I reach my 50k for NaNo, the novel will be right at 89,000 words. The Chalice is 88,650 words. That said, I'm thinking that The Vampire Relics will be one great big book with three pretty decent-sized parts. I'll leave a decision like that, though, to my editor. ;)
I know I haven't been the most communicative person of late, thanks to my involvement with The Joker Blogs. Since I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, it's not going to be much better, but I do plan on writing about my progress here. Hopefully, I can keep up with my f-list on a certain level too. I hope so. I miss everyone here.
Speaking of The Joker Blogs, I'll be busy tomorrow getting ready for a double release of Bloggy Goodness Saturday morning. At least that's the plan, not that any of us officially plan anything, in the tradition of The Joker in TDK. We all just "do things." But I will say that I'm slowly preparing for the viral onslaught come Saturday. And I'm pleased that the Halloween task instructions seem pretty clear. No one has really asked "what the hell does this mean?" So I guess I did my job there okay. I love writing out task instructions and Blog synopses, among other things, for Dude. I can't say I've enjoyed doing something this much in a very long time. I'll be sad to see it end.
As for doing things for The Joker Blogs and participating in NaNoWriMo, I don't know where my head is, but I'm going to attempt to do both. The only reason I'm doing NaNo is to finish The Blood Crown. If I don't make my 50k because I'm busy with The Joker Blogs, then so be it. I made a promise months ago and I intend to stand by that promise no matter what. Either way, I'll be winning because I'll be that much closer, if not finished with, The Blood Crown. And then I can move on to The Augury of Gideon.
Aunt Tudi and I have errands to run early tomorrow morning. I'll be purchasing more energy shots while I'm out...just in case. If they aren't needed, then at least I'll have them for NaNoWriMo and don't think I won't use them. I'm a maniac.
Okay, enough of the sarcasm. I'm proud to be on people's f-lists. I feel very honoured to be on other folk's friends-lists. In fact, I'm much rather be on an LJ F-list than any old fast-track LA A-List. Since Kathy Griffin is closer to us here on LJ than she is to the A-List in LA, she may as well start blogging with the rest of us and give her life on the D-List some Blog-Nerd Cred. Power to the People, Yo! C'mon, Kathy, you know you wanna! If you read this, come join us! We aren't Scientology! We're Goatology! All hail Frank!
In other, more horrific news, I stepped onto a fire ant mound whilst carrying in groceries. My foot sunk about 2 inches into the ground, which means the mound was one of their Major Mound Centers of Fire Ant Control. And I just destroyed their most important ground controls with one terrorist foot. All hell broke loose. Ant went everywhere. The whole of the fire ant nation went on high alert except for their fearless leader, who was in a far off, much smaller mound, reading a book upside down to baby ants (antlings? antlets? little white eggs?). Every ant within a two mile radius came to attack my foot. Thankfully, I had moved on but, as I walked passed the horror that my foot had visited upon the fire ant community, I saw with not a small amount of evil glee, full on fire ant chaos at ground zero, as the evil little bastards inspected every millimeter of my hoof print.
But I know.. Oh I know....... They don't forget easily and they never ever forget. The next time I go out to the mow the grass, I'd best have on a kevlar Bat Suit because this Joker is going down as far as they're concerned. You know how people hold up against the scarabs in the Mummy movies? Or the freak-o spider scene in The Mist? That's gonna be me around Tuesday or Wednesday when I go out to mow the lawn. I hope Aunt Tudi has the stomach to film it 'cos I'm gonna get out at least one "Kneel before Zod!" before they take me down just for the sick and twisted giggles of Blog Boy (long story....). Although....it would be rather humourous to have your last words be "Kneel before Zod!" before you die a painful and horrifying death. It'll be a shame I won't be around to witness the hilarity after the fact.
Speaking of Blogs, Blog Boy has been interviewed by one of the Minions! The entire interview can be read here. This part, though, I really dug. I think paisleydaze might as well. Speaking of which, as soon as I post this, I have another installment of End Game to read. W00T!
M: Do you use the character as a way to communicate certain philosophies that you might have? For example you get into some really interesting ideas about the shortness of life ‘Meet Steve’ and the role of the individual within the machine (Wild Card – BRB)
JB: Philosophy has always been a great interest for me. It’s fascinating to wonder whether man is basically good, evil or just really hungry. So yes, it has been fun to discuss personal ideas throughout the series. But I think that the Joker has always been like that since the very early comics. He plays with peoples’ heads all the time. For his own gain as well as just to see if they’ll snap. It’s very opposite of crazy. It’s scarily sane and manipulative. And that’s a wonderful place to discuss philosophy since it’s very independent. Everyone is their own person and we all have ideas and thoughts of how things work or should be. And The Joker Blogs seemed like a great place to explore those ideas.
Orright, I'm off to write and prepare for my imminent death at the teeny-tiny hands of angry fire ants. Do let me know what mischief you've been up to.
Anyway, here's the page. If it looks more than a little marginally ridiculous, please let me know. And, if you want to have your say about your good ole pal Tin, just go fill out my poll here: http://tinhuviel.livejournal.com/
ASK THE OLD MONSTER
Tell the_old_monster Tin sentcha before you get obliterated.
Live Journal Communities are a lovely thing and a great way to reach out to The People. To create a community, just go here. The URL proper, should there be any problems with the linkie above is: http://www.livejournal.com/community/
Go forth and network!
I finally got my Adobe Photoshop loaded onto the new computer, which I've decided to name Helga. The computer, not the program. Helga is a good name. A strong name. The first picture I've manipulated is one of that nameless genius who plays Mister J on The Joker Blogs. Behold my icon goodness. I have shared it with Mister J and strongly suggested that, since he's already made himself present on Facebook and, saints preserve us, MySpace, he needs to make his Mighty Mighty Self present and accounted for on Live Journal. What does MySpace have that LJ doesn't? Oh, that's right........an ungodly lack of TACT. ::eyeroll:: Hopefully, the dude will take my advice.
Really, the only thing that bothers me is when I'm defriended for no reason. There's always a good reason to defriend me, plenty of them, truth be told! But I'd like to know what prompts a person to wake up one morning and say "Y'know, that Tin person needs to be booted off my blog! Today is as good a day as ever! Delete delete delete!"
I always try to be courteous and let someone know why I'm doing what I'm doing. If they think I'm doing the wrong thing, they're welcome to tell me so. More likely than not, I'll keep said person.
Now, this doesn't always mean it happens that way. There have been moments where I delete for no good reason at all, asked why, but am unwilling to explain myself, nor am I able to able to refriend without poking my eyes out with molten hot plastic spork. Sometimes you delete a person just because you don't like them. Even if that's the reason I'm defriended, I still want to know. I want to know when I'm disliked. Being disliked is a learning experience. But I haven't been given the chance to learn from a recent defriending, so I'm just out in the cold about the whole situation. It fairly pisses me off.
And now my numbers aren't even. I don't have the same amount of friends as I do mutual friends, so I have to defriend my defriender just to be appropriately OCD. I hate shit like that. Hate...it.... And what's so bad is, it's someone I'm rather fond of, which makes the mystery just that much more....mysterious....and frustrating. I'll give it 24 hours. If it was all just a mistake, no harm no foul. If the defriending were actually intentional, then the reciprocation shall be just as intentional, despite my sadness and surliness about the whole matter. If you want rid of me, by all means ditch me! Just tell me that you're gonna and why you're gonna. That's all I'm asking. That ain't much, is it?
Things like this aren't supposed to bother a Sith. Which just pisses me off even more.
In all seriousness, thanks for adding me. I hope you enjoy your stay here on The Cliff of Insanity. We try to have a good time here, depending on the day, time, and cycle of the moon. Join in at Will. We're coming up on the seventh anniversary of this blog, so please save up all the confetti you can and take a picture or mpeg of yourself tossing it into the air come 2 June. Please post the picture or mpeg (or whatever digital movie format tickles your fancy) either on my blog or on yours with a "happy anniversary Tin" remark. I like attention. Being a psychic Vampire it gives me a rush like nobody's bidness! So gimme gimme gimme (but not a man after midnight. I'm not interested unless it's Maul or the Joker mmmkay?)!
- There's a reason why the movie W. is being released so close to Hallowe'en: it's a freakin' horror movie. And what makes it even scarier is that it's based on a true story. Dubya will end up in the ranks of horror movie monsters like Freddy Kreuger, Jason Vorhees, and Pinhead. I can see it happening. He's been scaring the hell out of me for the past eight years.
- Attention all you crazy Russian serial frienders: I don't mind you're friending me. Hell, I'd friend you back if you'd just pop onto the ole blog and tell me you've friended me and introduce yourself! But I don't like being part of some bizarre online competition. So, if that's why you friended me, please defriend me and move along. No harm, no foul. If that's not what you're doing, just let me know and I'll friend you back because I dig people on a certain level despite my rabid misanthropy. I especially like Europeans and I've always been quite fond of Russians, Czechs, and Poles. Slavs in general are of particular interest to me and I've actually tried to teach myself Russian and Czech. That was about twenty years ago, which means I remember none of what I taught myself. That said, I can't understand a word you write in your journal, but that's okay. If you're a legitimate friender, I'll friend you back and enjoy the Cyrillic appearing on my Friends Page. It may prompt me to try to learn Russian again!
- I've decided to not return to the bakery. I'm thinking that Teresa is trying to "punish" me by not giving me any hours this week. Actually, even though I needed those hours, I've had a wonderful weekend, thanks to Teresa's so-called punishment. And her actions stirred within me the last vestige of pride that I possess and that the Man has yet to successfully beat down. I'm no longer a bakery slave! When/If Teresa calls to let me know she finally "needs" me to come back to work, I'm going to inform her that I'm no longer available to work in the bakery and that I'm going to do to her what she did to me. And I'm going to hang up on her. I've already told Tami that I'll be available to work more hours at the Dollar General. When I go in to work on Tuesday, I'm supposed to write down what days and times I'll be available for work. It's gonna be difficult not having that third job, but we'll make it somehow and I'll be saving what little pride I have left so that I can continue to partially hold my head up in this Corporate/Fascist state that's keen on eradicating any capacity for thought and self-preservation its consumers may possess. By the grace of the Goddess and God, I will persevere!
- clumsycake is having a hell of a time trying to find a surgeon who will help her with her bladder problem. Since she has no insurance, she's trying to go through some charity organisations to try to get her surgery. The problem she's having is that tacking up a woman's bladder is considered an "elective" surgery, which means anyone who needs the surgery has to grovel in the gravel to maybe get it down the road. clumsycake is in pain and can't function because of her dropped bladder, yet the powers that be have decreed that her condition isn't that serious and should therefore be treated as an elective situation, if it's treated at all. She has an appointment with a doctor on Tuesday, after speaking with an Ask-a-Nurse nurse, who directed her to Regenesis. Maybe she'll be able to get the help she desperately needs. This is America's health care in action! Stay tuned here for more riveting updates on clumsycake's fearless sojourn into the dreadful quagmire of the US health care system.
- There's something coming on the History Channel at 10PM which is what I'd called Must See TV. It's called Last Days on Earth. If you're even remotely sympathetic to my Alpaca Liptic message here on The Cliffs of Insanity, then you need to get thee hence and enjoy this Feel-Good Television.
- I've decided that, the next time one of my animal companions finds themselves needing a "lamp shade" around their heads, I'm going to request the largest lamp shade available. Then I'm going to cut it into a daisy shape and paint it purple. Then I'd place this godawful thing on my unfortunate animal friend and promptly take pictures. I'm hoping that my animal friend would look like this:
I think Riley would be the perfect candidate for this dandy pictorial project.
- Smidgen is exhibiting something I like to call the Feline Autumn Heebie-Jeebies. When she takes herself outside for any length of time, after she comes in, she has huge pupils and she runs about like a crack whore who's on a particularly festive high. Riley and Motley get the brunt of her FAHJ. Smidgen stalks both of them and just gets the greatest pleasure when she manages a smack on the sly. I'm hoping I can get her on film, walking on her hind legs, her arms in the air, and her eyes black as night. I've noticed that many cats succumb to the Feline Autumn Heebie-Jeebies. The change in the air seems to affect most cats, making them celebrate life to the fullest of their feline abilities. This means that someone is going to suffer and someone else will be amused by their moments of suffering. And the wheel keeps turning....
I've been home for 45 minutes after having worked at the dollar store, which sucked like nothing I can sufficiently describe, and I'm about to head back out the door for Sally Foster.
I know I say it a lot, but it needs saying: I'm tired.
Account type: Permanent Account
Date created: 2002-06-03 10:17:01
Date updated: 2008-08-15 04:27:07, 8 minutes ago
Journal entries: 7,000
Comments: Posted: 28,917 - Received: 42,604
Here's to 7000 more yo. Do da do da. Or, in 80s-speak, "De do do do, de da da da." Over and out.
I asked the EEG technician if I could take a picture after the test was complete and she was kind enough to comply.
( cut for the squeamish, 'cos I ain't purdy at all )
The test lasted about 50 minutes. I was led through some relaxation exercises and told to keep my eyes closed until she said to open them. It was all groovy until the flashy light portion of the EEG. I had to endure various light pulses with my eyes closed and then with my eyes open. I don't know if they were trying to induce a seizure, but all I wanted to do was let my eyes roll in the back of my head and scream. It was like being at a Discotheque in Hell with no music. Suckage. The test ended right after the flashy light portion. I asked the tech if everything looked okay to her and she said that she didn't see anything too extremely abnormal. I'm paraphrasing there because I can't remember exactly what she said. But she put it in a way that made me think there was something unusual about the EEG results. Great. Just call me Abby Normal.
She did ask if I'd been stressed at the time of my seizure. I told her I'd been under a great deal of stress for a very long time, but haven't most Americans? If stress causes seizures, this country would show up on the Richter Scale on a perpetual basis.
But I'm home now and I've got dollops of goo all over my head. And my hair is sticking out at various odd angles. I look like Abby Normal, to be sure.
I used to make these friends-only posts, but why bother?
This is your get-out-of-jail-free card. If don't want to read my rants and ravings, please defriend me now. I'm not in a very charitable mood at the mo. So there you have it.
I just realised that today is my 6 year anniversary on Live Journal. Whoa man! I never thought I'd be here that long. It's pretty amazing. So I'm passing out virtual party hats and noise makers to everyone so we can bounce around like idiots and fruitloops. Have fun, peoples! Rock on and be festive!
Here's my stats for 6 years:
Date created:2002-06-03 10:17:01
Date updated:</td><td colspan="2">2008-06-03 13:44:08, 3 hours ago
Entries: </td><td colspan="2">6,826
Comments:Posted: 28,082 - Received: 40,915
Ain't that a hoot? Looks like I've been a busy weasel. Here's to the next six years! Oh, wait a minute... The world ends on December 21, 2012, so I guess I should say here's to the next four years! Woo!