Tinhuviel Artanis

The Shriekback video.

Believe it or not, I met my quota for the day (3003), despite being out of my head with excitement and being out of Monster coffees. I now have more Monster coffees, but I'm holding off on drinking them because I need to calm down in time enough to wach LOST and cry in my beer. I should have gotten beer, but it's not sold on Sundays here, so I'll just weep all over Toby instead. I want to shake Damon Lindelof and Carleton Cuse until they suffer from shaken screenwriter syndrome. Maybe it's the cynic in me, but I feel that the ending is not going to live up to the lofty standards to which I hold this show. I can blame no one but myself.

Okay, I just lied. I drank one Monster coffee, a Mean Bean. Guess that means more insane writing before 7 PM when the End as We Know It descends upon us all like a broken plane in the Pacific skies.

OHGODOHGODOHGOD

So this clown (no, he's really a clown, I'm not being rude) and I have been discussing dynamite, like ya do, over at The Joker Blogs You Tube channel. Here's how it started yesterday:

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• Sydpart: just one question, where in the hell did you get dynamite in an asylum? lol
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• Me: what makes you think he got it in the Asylum. J comes and goes as he pleases and there's dynamite store right down the road. Prime location for such a business, wouldn't you think?
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• Sydpart: Who in the fell builds a dynamite store next to an Asylum? What kind of business plan is that? Even if the crazies want it no-one's gonna pay for it...
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• Me: Obviously someone whose egg is cracked just a little too much, but what does it matter? If I wanted to open a dynamite store, it'd be outside an asylum and be called Arzt Emporium of Leaky Sticks. I think it'd be a real bang. But that's just me.
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This morning, I get up and this is in my inbox, a comment made to my YT Channell wall:

Ohmigawd, that flippin' funny! I didn't think anyone would get the reference! See, kids, this is what happens when LOST fans sit around waiting for new episodes. Why am I not surprised Little Dude is a LOST fan?

HAHAHAHAHA!

Hopefully this is a sign that today will be much better than yesterday. When you're laughing not an hour after you've woken up, that's always a good sign.

I'm writing my last Date Night story and tonight marks the last show of season 5 of LOST. After all is said and done, what's a fangirl like myself supposed to do with herself? I'd take up knitting, but I forgot how and, when I did know how, my cousin who taught me never showed me how to stop, so I'd just knit and knit and knit....and knit some more. Knitting hell is what that is.

In grooming news, I groomed 5.5 dogs today. My four, my first and only Dirty Dogs Done Dirt Cheap customer, and my aunt's puppy. And I mowed the grass. There are bones and muscles I didn't even know I had that are hurting me right now. I don't know what to do with myself, I'm in so much pain.

But I may have a bit of good news on the horizon. I'm keeping that close to the chest lest it all fall to hell like everything else has. When/if it happens, I'll make note of it here. Otherwise, what you just read, if you're reading this, is all a dream.

WTF, mate? Really. WTF? That's all I've been able to say for the entirety of this season, which flew by thanks to every episode being outstanding. I'm not happy with some of the things revealed and how certain story lines turned out but, all in all, I'm satisfied with how the show has progressed. Michael Emerson offered up another miraculous performance. If I weren't already completely smitten with Ben, I would have been after watching last night's episode. I had held out that he wasn't the total sociopath everyone contended that he was until seeing the show last night. Sorry, my bad. It doesn't change the fact that I adore Benjamin Linus and that my heart ached for him during a certain scene. I just wanted to put him on my lap and pat him on the head and tell him that everything would be okay someday. Heh.

Unrelated to the season finale, but very much related to LOST, I believe that I have cracked the mystery of the four-toed statue. As we know, 99% of cartoons possess a thumb and three fingers, and a great toe and three toes. That said, it's my belief that the island is the original location of Roger Rabbit's Toontown before it was relocated to Los Angeles for business purposes. The ruins are what's left of one of the great Toon deities of yore, one Ogga Snogga Yet-Nim, the Toon God of Pie-in-the-Face. It should be of interest that, like most of humanity, Toons engage in various forms of ancestor worship. Ogga Snogga Yet-Nim was Roger Rabbit's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grand cousin 108-times removed. So, there you have it. One of many LOST mysteries solved by Tinhuviel Holmes. ::bows:: Thank you thank you. I'll be here for the rest of the week.

Someone on You Tube made a LOST music video set to "Nemesis' by Shriekback. It's brilliant, I say, brilliant! Not sure if B likes LOST, but I sent it to him anyway.

I've decided that, if anyone asks me what LOST is about, all I can really tell them is: "It's about a group of people on an island......maybe."

The frustration about this show is going to make my head pop like one of those Martians in Mars Attacks! when they hear Slim Whitman.

Aunt Tudi cut down a young sapling in our yard the other day because she's a vicious murderer. She brought in the trunk and I was immediately enamoured with it, so I made it my own personal Jesus Stick. LOST fans will get it. chardarkminion will not, but that's okay. ;)

( jesus stick )

Also, Aunt Tudi has developed some blood blisters on her arm that form a happy face. Verily, this is a sign from god. Catholics worldwide will be coming to "oo" and "aah" at her holy arm. Amen.

( happy face stigmata )

I'm going to go pray with my Jesus Stick now.

Diane came over to watch some LOST with me. She'd only seen part of a show in the first season and was eager to see what it was all about. There's nothing quite as wonderful as popping the cherry of a LOST virgin. If she said "Jesus Christ!" once, she said it about a dozen times, and that was only watching the first four episodes. She went home with the season 1 DVD as well as Battlestar Galactica season 1 and From Hell.

For some odd reason, Todd sent me a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I'll be calling him tonight to thank him for it and discover his motive behind it. I don't think he's ever sent be booze before. Strange. Also got a card from sri3m and one from razzle. How sweet! Thanks to thee! :)

In about an hour, I'll be heading to visit Llew, then home to pick up Aunt Tudi for a trip to the grocery store. We're gonna tape LOST and go on to the store, then watch it when we get back home.

So it's been a pretty good day today. I'm ready to go to bed.

LOST...............................



On that line of thought, I am feeling the tremours of a crush on Mr. Eko. It could just be raw, humid lust.... but it may also be that inspirational feeling and may very well breed some nice fanfics if allowed to develop!

I need a Mr. Eko icon now, preferably using a screen cap of when he licks the tip of that knife. That was hot as hell.

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Got back from Llew's at 8:45. We had an interesting chat while I was over there. It's now officially been a year since he jumped headlong onto my People Who Need to Be Maimed because They Fucked around with Tin's Feelings and Made Her Cry against Her Will list. He realises that I haven't quite gotten past that. Maybe I will someday. Maybe I won't. Either way, Llew and I have created a history with one another. There's no denying that I love him and will always do so. He feels the same about me. You can't help but love someone who's been in your life in an affectionate capacity for almost five years. But love can be transformed from one incarnation to another, as everyone knows. Llew acknowledged that, for months, we've been more like friends with benefits than persons engaged in a love affair. I did not argue with his summation, but I would have been lying if I had. It doesn't change the fact that I still love him and I know he loves me. I'm cool with that for now.

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I have shaved....my.....legs! This is a monumental day in my life. I'll have another similar day sometime before Summer. I am Earth Woman and protest depilatory tactics! Let me run free and hairy, So Say We All!

At least, now, Dr. Yost won't have to make a part down my thigh and shin bone just to see a little bit of flesh on my kneecap. When you can corn row the hair on your legs, as a Western Woman, you are obligated to take certain measures. I guess that means I'm from the East 'cos I could don a pair of hooves and run around nekkid, and people would think I'm Pan. (IO IO PAN!)

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In answer to green_goblin70, I really don't know. I think you kinda blew it the first go 'round. You both wanted different things and, at that time, neither of you were willing to compromise. So.... I'd just forget about it.

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Aunt Tudi is pitching a special kind of hissy for us to go to the flea market on Sunday to sell. If we do go, we'll be at the White Horse Road market because I hate TABS and we don't do very well there. We've accrued so much stuff, a lot of it courtesy of the Father Unit, that our house looks like we're in the process of either packing or unpacking. It's driving me crazy now too, and that's saying a lot 'cos I can tolerate clutter like nobody's business. My room in the castle would be the mad old wizard's chamber piled high with books and dust, with mucho paperwork strewn about the cobble floor. So, anyway, Aunt Tudi wants to get rid of a bunch of this stuff and I think I've put her off for as long as I can. She's been wanting to do this since June and I've always had a brilliant reason why we couldn't go. I've run out of reasons and she's run out of patience.

I can't stand the flea market, any flea market (or car boot for you lovely folks of the British persuasion....I was educated in Brit slang by the wonderful Miss _willowmyst. Our flea markets are always drowned in the cacophonous miasma of Ranchero music, Country and Country Gospel, and the occasional dash of Southern Rock (perhaps a pinch of Lynyrd Skynrd or maybe even some Allman Brothers). Everyone is walking around sucking on nasty, slimy boiled peanuts or chewing on tuhbackee. They approach our table and paw everything on it without really buying anything, or they'll try to "Jew me down" (actual words said to me in jest by some overall-wearing, snuff-sucking, toothless, googly-eyed hick) so they can take it over to their table and sell it for twice as much. I HATE the flea market. If I can't find a way out of it, Aunt Tudi and I will be at the flea market Sunday morning. I'll take the laptop along with me in order to document the horrors of my environment, right down to the beer can windchimes.

The only occult shop that I know of in the area is just a hop and skip from the flea market, so I may spend a bit of my time at The Dragon's Treasure poking around to see what's new. I haven't been over there in almost two years! I could use some more candles and maybe even some nice incense. I'd also like to catch up on what decent books are out there now. I may even pick up a copy of the Witches' Almanac as I haven't gotten one in ages and I'd like to see where the larger community's collective mind is at now. Oh, and I'd like to check the message board and try to deduce what groups are still active in the area, just for curiosity's sake.

Sometimes though.....I have that flicker of desire to partake in a group ritual. Then I think of all the New Age Fluffy Bunnies, rebellious teenage Christians playing at Witchery, and general all-round psychos who comprise the majority of the Pagan community out there (that I know of, that is. I could be wrong here and I'd love to be!) and I decide to remain solitary so as to better nurture my Inner Sith and my Alpaca Liptic vision. On certain levels, I know I'm being selfish here because I'd rather be on my own and do as I please in my own way than work in a group who's motivations, skills, or inspirations seem inferior to me. I freely admit that, often, I can be a terrible religion snob. I once observed to some fellow Wiccans that I sometimes worried that I was a Fundamentalist Pagan. Things have to be done my way or I'm unsatisfied. That's not behaviour that benefits others. It's best I keep it to myself. My Way is just as flawed as anyone else's, I've come to understand. But it works for me.

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They're having a news story about the billboard I took a pic of the other day. The reporter stated that local gays and lesbians are not happy with the message the ministry is trying to communicate. Well, big fucking woo! As long as any of us do nothing but whine and bitch about our country being sucked into that gigantic black hole of stupidity, nothing will change. And I'm including myself in all this. I could do more to try to stop our souped-up handbasket in which we are all travelling. The "executive director" of Truth Ministry just said that homosexuality is much like drug addiction or alcoholism and that, with the correct therapy and with accepting Christ in your heart, you can overcome your homosexuality and be healed of its dastardly effects. What the fuck ever. Offended people should take up sticks and other weapons and take to the streets. The more I see the passive-aggressive behaviour of the people in power and the tactics they use to nurture hate and intolerance, the more I want to bust heads open like ripe melons. I'm tired of being a ninny and I'm tired of others being ninnies. Time to rumble.

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I've run out of things to bitch about. This post is now over.

Never has a show made me want to cry so often and I still want to watch it. And Locke just amazes me with his wisdom and insight. And Mr. Eko........I've always had a weakness for Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje ever since his days on OZ, although I've yet to figure out how he kept that teeny little hat attached to his head like that. Anyway, I had a hint of libido whilst admiring him on LOST tonight. I fancied that he tasted just like a Brach's Orchard Fresh dark chocolate bar infused with essence of raspberry. ( Yummilies. )

Aunt Tudi is sleeping and I can't wake her up. So I'm taping LOST

My nanometer is gone. The dude hosting it suffered a bandwidth shortage. I feel for him. Damn.

So here's the new one. It ain't as purdy.

28,077 / 50,000 (56.2%)

I will be online for one reason only: to keep the phone tied up so no rude ass can call me during LOST. I'm an evil and antisocial bitch.

I got a call from Llew earlier wherein he cursed me mightily and thanked me profoundly for getting him into LOST. He has two more discs of Season 1 to go, so I expect he'll be calling me again to babble incoherently after he's watched those. Before I lent him the DVDs, I told him that he would have questions....many many questions....but don't ask me any of them, 'cos I don't have the answers and it would only serve to piss me off.

It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to make others as miserable as myself. That's why I convert folks to LOST. I shouldn't be the only soul writhing in confusion and wonderment!

There is a gentleman on the telly who has had extensive body modifications to turn himself into a part reptile, part human. Aunt Tudi is predictably flabbergasted and I am predictably in awe. Although I wouldn't go so far as Lizard Boy, I would undergo a couple of body mods. obie posted a link to some photos of someone who had gotten surgery to make his ears pointed. I would so do that. That's something I have always wanted, pointed ears and a tail. I probably wouldn't do the tail, but the ears? Hell yeah! If I ever have enough money to do that, I would be all over it. I'd probably get some permanent eyeliner as well. Eyeliner is probably my favourite makeup because it helps my eyes look much larger and darker. Having it permanently would be incredibly convenient.

Shmoop is a menace to Aunt Tudi. Because Aunt Tudi slips the beasties treats on the down low, Shmoop has it in her head that, whenever Aunt Tudi is in the kitchen, it's treat time, and she deploys her claws into Aunt Tudi's legs to express her bountiful anticipation. After doctoring Aunt Tudi's thigh with merthiolate, I advised her to cease the distribution of treats. The animals really don't need them and it only serves to encourage bad behaviour on Shmoop's part. Whether or not Aunt Tudi will comply with my requests is anybody's guess.

The drive home was relatively uneventful, which is good, 'cos I truly feel like a short fuse and have for several days now. We zizzed by the store for milk, and got home right at 7 PM.

The first thing Aunt Tudi and I did when we got home was feed the front porch pride and the backyard pride. Johnna didn't do it today 'cos she knew we were coming home. Lynx has really grown this past week! It's amazing how fast they grow. And there's a new boy kitten about Lynx's size. He looks just like Smidgen with the half tail, but he can move his tail. I've named him Theodore.

I'm watching LOST again and attempting to deflate a wee bit. I've decided that I'm hopelessly in love with Hurley and would very much like to know how Locke knows his name is actually Hugo. Aunt Tudi is fast asleep. She needed it like whoa.

Okay LOST has now concluded and it's on to Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls. I found the DVD for $4.88 and had to snag it on account of Ace being my hero and all. So yay.

I'll try to catch up with everything tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Oh....before I go....

( muppet )

The dinner I made was a raging success, despite some snafus thanks to not being in my own kitchen and the chicken breasts being DDs. On the menu: Chicken Caligula, Parmesan Spinach, and Angel Hair Alfredo. There was cherry and key lime pie for dessert, but I didn't prepare either of those. They were prepackaged, man!

There was plenty left over and Mary has already packed some up for her lunch tomorrow. This pleases me on many levels. I feel my journey into the Land of Domesticity has been one of glory and victory. Everyone in the house, including BB Burdie, is bloated and happy. Yes, the bird had a hefty portion of Parmesan Spinach. Thankfully, he didn't partake of any chicken. That would have just been creepy.

In other news, I've already promised the Father Unit that I will pull out his throat with a dull butter knife if he attempts to communicate with me on Wednesday night between the hours of 9 and 10. He knows I'm serious because my eye twitches when I talk about it.

Desmond..
That accent is getting to me. I'd press his execute button any time he wanted me to, no questions asked....except for maybe when I could press his button again.
( cut for Mightywombat, cos I love him. )

I don't know what to do with myself now. This show freaks me out on so many levels that my brain hurts from theory overload.

This has got to friggin' stop.

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I heard "The Midnight Special" by CCR on the radio yesterday evening. This song is ruined for me because I can't help but think of Dan Ackroyd and fight the compulsion to ask the person nearest to me, "Hey.. You wanna see something really scary? This has nothing to do with anything written above. Or does it??

I felt like crap yesterday. Than I fell in the front yard onto an 18 lb bag of cat foot that I was carrying, which made the day go even worse. So today, I'm sore as hell and I have come to grips with the fact that I'll have to take it. Aunt Tudi can fall all over the place and no one ever knows. I fall and someone always sees me. Yesterday, Uncle Michael, the least likely person I know who would have spied me sprawled in the front yard, shouted from his electric scooter "Are you all right?" Yes, I was okay. Embarrassed, but okay.

Drats.

LOST comes on tonight. After I watch that, I intend to shake myself to death from nervous energy. Ana Lucia comes back tonight. And I believe Adebisi will be introduced too. I can't remember his real name, but I can remember his name in Oz. Ain't that pathetic? I was such a ho for Oz when I had HBO. Angry, frustrated, nekkid men in prison showers. Yah....Harold Perrinneau was in Oz as well, but I don't recall him ever getting jiggy, 'cos he was in a wheelchair. My favourite was always Christopher Meloni. He was nekkid every chance he got, so that was sweet. And Adebisi....ooh lala.

What was I saying?

Oh, yeah. I wasn't online at all yesterday. I took Aunt Tudi to the doctor, then we went to Wally World. On the way into the house, I fell. So then I sulked the rest of the day. Nothing has gone on today. Absolutely nothing.

It's not Summer anymore. Stop with the heat already!

Aunt Tudi and I attempted to go to Wal-Mart, but it was so crowded, we turned around and went to Ingles instead. We're planning on going to Wal-Mart on Monday, when all the wild human animals are back at work and school. The rest of the day is mine to do with as I please. And I am pleased to just lie here and moan.

Some talented soul on the lost_tv community made a LOST quiz on okcupid. As usual, I scored as Hurley. I'm always Hurley on these tests. What's up with that?

( lost )

Really, I don't have much to write about today. I'm not feeling it, dude. I just want to lie here and watch BSG. The only thing missing is my menstrual hut. And some cooler fucking weather. Some Autumn air would be nice.

My Inner Fangirl is a squeeing lump of giddiness. That's the only thing keeping me awake right now. A horrid case of insomnia held me hostage last night, so I've only had about 3 hours sleep. In about fifteen minutes, I'm heading for the employment office for that blasted class. Here's hoping I can stay awake. I'll keep my mind on Lost and what treasures the season 2 premiere will hold tonight.

I may go by Krispy Kreme and get Aunt Tudi some doughnuts after the job-finding class. That'll make her grin like an idiot.

LOST won the Emmy for best drama. Partial faith in humanity has now been established, but I'm still pissed off about Terry O'Quinn.

I'm about half way through the extras disc for LOST, season one. It's a good thing the new shows are starting next week; otherwise, I'd be a complete basket case. Picture Charlie asking Locke for his heroin. Yeah, that bad. Yeah.

Is it possible to overdose on Lost? Cos I've been watching for hours and my eyes have gone all wibbly on me. ....AND....I'm starting to really want to do some research on backgammon, 'cos Locke's introduction of the game to Walt seemed a bit too meaningful. Or that could be a side-effect of my Lost overdose. Damn.

I have begun the monumental task of adding tags to all my back entries. I'm still uncertain why I feel I should bother, but it's something to do in between the bits and dabs of work that come in.

So far, I've tagged all the entries for June of 2002. I really have my work cut out for me.

As for cutting grass when I leave The Pit, it ain't gonna happen. The sky just turned black, after being mostly sunny all day long, and now it's raining. I foresee an evening of relaxation, playing with Shmoop, talking to Cathy on the phone in between storms, and an early bedtime. Whooptee-damn-doo!

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Strike that going to bed early bit. It's Lost night! I can't go to bed and miss Lost!