Lots of people want signed copies of the book. Fey is in New Zealand. I'm in South Carolina. We'll have to figure out some way to make that happen. Signed copies might cost more to cover the shipping that would be involved in Sophie sending me the books and then my either sending them back to her for shipment or shipping them myself. Not sure how that will happen, or if it can even happen at all. I'd like to think it could, though. It heartens me that so many people want signed copies. I never knew so many people thought that much of me. Anyway, if you're on Facebook, join Fey for updates on all their publications, including mine. And also join The Vampire Relics! I'll be updating regularly as I write The Blood Crown.
The way it looks, The Chalice will be out for ordering some time in November. By then, I should be finished with The Blood Crown, if not long before then. I'm writing like a crazed fool on The Blood Crown and gunslingaaahhh is going to have her work cut out for herself with this manuscript. I wrote a good bit of it whilst being tested on various anti-depressants and anxiety medicines. Do you see where this is going? It's a wonder I didn't write about Cadmus singing "I love to sing-a about the moon-a and the June-a and the the Spring-a." That's just not Cadmus' style. That's more Faust.
I'm putting a moratorium on talking about LOST today. I cry every time I mention it and I can't write if I can't see the screen for the tears. DAMN DAMON, CARLETON, and JJ! I love you guys, but DAMN!
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.
My eyes flew open at 6:40 and I immediately had the Apostate on my mind. I'm working up to Orphaeus evoking a new memory for Cadmus just as I'm about to finish the tale of the Apostate. It's working out amazingly well. Once I position the Apostate's tale, my word count will jump a good 2 to 2.5k. Of course, that's nothing compared to Heidi's inhuman word count on any regular day of the week, but I'm still happy with my meager offering to the Muses.
I got hold of Aunt Tudi's spare cane and am using that instead of the walker. I hated that walker! Problem is, having the cane has turned me into House. I'm walking around, my cane in tune with the bad leg, popping Vicodin, and being misanthropic. Something tells me that my counselor would not be happy. That reminds me, I need to do my homework. Meh.
Lynn has started up a contest to win various Electric Light Orchestra-related items. She's posting trivia questions that, if answered correctly, gets you placed in a drawing. Whomever name is drawn wins the item available at the time. Right now, it's a tee shirt relating to "Hold on Tight" and the new ELO site, <a href="http://www.elo.biz">ELO.biz</a>. I answered the trivia question, but I'm not sure I answered correctly. I guess we'll find out sooner rather than later. I'm pretty excited about this contest though, 'cos I fancy I know tons of ELO trivia. I just hope I haven't forgotten the majority of it over the years.
I've gotten myself some tea and I've had my meds. It's time to settle in and get some more writing done. Happy Tuesday to everyone and an extra O_0 dose of what-the-fuck to my fellow LOST fans. Tonight's the night for another hour-long OMFG session.
By flying apart, Arzt brought us together to make the Grokking possible. Who knew an obnoxious science teacher would, years later, be deeply grok-worthy? God bless Arzt, even the piece of him on Jack's shoulder.
Hive Mind is the term of the day. Borgworthy, but in a voluntary sort of way. ::nods::
I've had very little sleep and I'm punchy as hell. Perfect state of mind to write J. My J. Mine mine mine. Ha.
- Sydpart: just one question, where in the hell did you get dynamite in an asylum? lol
- 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?
- 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...
- 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.
This morning, I get up and this is in my inbox, a comment made to my YT Channell wall:
located at the edge of 108th Street
Or call us at: 481-516-2342
Tell us 'Jacob sent you!' for special discounts...
*p-kaahhh* (creepy end title theme)
4 8 15 16 23 42
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?
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.
Babbling, I am! I'm so tired. Maybe I should try one more time. Maybe I should hit myself in the head with a cast iron frying pan.
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.
Today, Aunt Tudi and I are supposed to go 'round and pay the rest of our bills, but the weather is supposed to be bleak all day, so I'm gonna try to persuade her to put it off until tomorrow. I don't feel like going anywhere today and I have a doctor appointment tomorrow, so we have to be out tomorrow anyway. I'm supposed to wake her up at 9:30, so we'll see then.
Speaking of Aunt Tudi, she was introduced, along with myself, to the wonderful medium of televiewing via the computer last night. Under the advisement of tryslora and penguingirl84, I sought out the 100th episode of LOST Aunt Tudi accidentally taped over yesterday, so we got to watch it online last night. I opted for the high definition since this computer is HD and we were blown away by the clarity of the picture. That got me to jonesin' for more HD goodness, so I watched a number of things on You Tube with the HD option. One of them was, of course, The Joker Blogs' "An Apple a Day." I got a screen cap of the dude right after the fork trick and made this for a larf.
( this. it was for a larf. so....larf )
I swear to the Mighties, this dude tickles me silly, and he's so good at what he's doing it's scary.
It just occurred to me that I'm hungry. I want cheesy eggs. Nom nom cheesy eggs....
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-
Yet another reason to be thankful for being freed from The Pit.
Of course, I won't be watching the Grammy show. No one on there interests me except perhaps for Paul McCartney, but even he isn't worth it. After all, it's LOST night. I'd rather see the Others poke the castaways with sharp pointy sticks than watch the music industry patting itself on the back for a job badly done. Blaaaargh.
( 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.
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.
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.
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.
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!)
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.
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.
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.
I've run out of things to bitch about. This post is now over.
Earlier today, I was thinking of Cadmus and mentally filing the songs that create his soundtrack. So far, this is what I have.
- Shriekback "Deeply Lined Up" (of course! this is the song that created him)
- Rob D "Clubbed to Death" (his theme song)
- Filter "Nice Shot"
- Shriekback "Despite Dense Weed"
- Shriekback "Big Sharp Teeth"
- Shriekback "Only Thing that Shines"
- Stabbing Westward "What Do I Have to Do"
- Orgy "Blue Monday
This isn't all of them, but it's all I could remember for now. I think I should burn a Cadmus CD to listen to while I'm working on the 2nd draft of The Chalice. That'd be pretty darned cool.
Diane is scheduled to come over Thursday for a LOST party. She hasn't seen the first season and is keen on doing so. It'll be good to hang out with her for a while, too. I told her she could borrow the DVDs to finish up whatever we didn't get to watch on Thursday. I'd invite clumsycake, but she's already seen the first season, so I doubt she'd be interested. I may ask her just in case though.
Later on tonight I'm taking Aunt Tudi over to Wally World so she can go hunting for leftover Krimmus paper and bows. I'm not really looking forward to it, but at least I don't have to go in with her. I can stay out in the parking lot and glare at the rednecks. Aunt Tudi doesn't mind fighting the dregs to get things she's really keen on purchasing. I, on the other hand, would prefer to go without and stay home. Maybe green_goblin70 is right. Maybe I have become a major hermit.
Even though I slept ridiculously late today, I feel like I could pass flat out right now. Verily, I am pathetic.
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.
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 don't have any other journals. I have a MySpace account so I can comment on the journal of a friend who just won't come to LJ, but my spot there directs folks here. I maintain some communities, but I'm a sorry maintainer and communities are much different, IMHO, than an actual journal, so they don't really count. Hell, I don't even have that many filters. My journal is a WYSIWYG journal, I s'pose you can say.
Oh, how I admire those who keep a journal for every aspect of their lives! But I don't see how you do it.
In other news, I had a LOST dream last night. It's my second LOST dream. Although I don't remember much, I can say that it involved interactions with aliens in a gigantic cavern/theatre far beneath the Dharma bunker. I remember crying in Locke's arms and eyeballing Sayid with great desire. And that's all. There's much more, but I can't pull it out of memory. How frustrating.
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.
A Woman Scorned: The Betty Broderick Story just came on. This movie is for me what Mommie Dearest is for green_goblin70. I'm horrified by it, yet I must watch it. After this, the sequel comes on. It's called Her Final Fury. I'll be here until 11 PM, wincing and fidgeting in response to the horror of it all.
Aunt Tudi took this picture of Shmoop and me all unconscious last night. This is our state every night: me on my back and Shmoop spread out on my abdomen and chest like warm kitty butter.
( kitty spread )
I saw Rick yesterday. He invited Llew and me to his Hallowe'en party next weekend. I'm planning on going and may go as Sadako. This way, I can wear my nightgown and be all comfy. Of course, I'll need to shave my legs if I do this. If I don't, I'll be attending the party dressed as Sasquatch impersonating Sadako, and that would just be uncool. I suggested to Rick that he dress up like Darth Maul and then I would molest him. He said he'd have to have someone paint his face, that he couldn't do it himself. I volunteered. Of course, we were both just kidding. He mentioned he was planning on being a vampire. That would work, methinks. I'll be taking pictures. Lots of 'em.
Earlier today, clumsycake called, but it was during my nap so I think I said a couple of incoherent things to her, and then hung up. I tried to call her a little while ago, but the phone was busy. An apology is in order, methinks.
My visit to Llew last night was brief. He's still not feeling well, so we rescheduled for Saturday. I lent him my LOST DVDs, informing him that he would have a number of questions upon viewing the show, but don't ask me any of them, 'cos I don't know and it'll just piss me off. He asked me what it was all about and I told him that LOST as like The X-Files meets Gilligan's Island meets Land of the Lost in Hell. That peaked his interest considerably.
I am hellbent on going to Asheville one day next week. The colours on the Blue Ridge Parkway will be near peak by then. It's always nice to go back home and soak up the town's ambiance. Someday, I hope to move back home.
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 )
Earlier today, BB clicked his tongue at me and then very clearly said, "Come here." When a bird commands me, I obey. I went over to his crib at which time he began ringing one of his many bells and eyeballing me with a fierce superiority. I remain humbled before the King Budgie of Doom.
Dunno what we're gonna do tonight. If everyone can come together, I suspect gaming will be in order. If not, then I'm going to bed early since Aunt Tudi and I are heading off to C-town to be at the Hampton Inn by 6 AM. She's wanting to touch base with an elderly lady who works there and was quite kind to her when she was staying with Erica during her kidney transplant. Aunt Tudi is keen on thanking this old lady for her kindness above and beyond the call of duty. After that, we're heading on to Sullivans Island to commune with Mother Ocean.
I was thinking about taking everyone out to dinner tomorrow, but I don't want to risk being gone past 9 PM. I will lay waste to all the surrounding hamlets if I miss an iota of LOST. So, on Thursday, I'll be dragging everyone to some restaurant wherein we can all bloat up like ticks. Nothing of importance is happening Thursday night. Well, Nightstalker comes on, but I'm not so into the show that I'll perish if I miss it. Really, it's just an hour of eye candy to me anyway.
I miss the pups, Smidgen, and Shmoop. I want to feel their furry souls about me! Waaaaaahh..... I know we're just gonna have a big orgy of lovin' when Aunt Tudi and I go to pick them up from Dr. Patch's.
Oh, speaking of orgies, I'm planning on getting some screen caps from the movie Caligula tonight. Prepare yourselves for naughty icons in the near future!
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.
I've put the season one DVD of Battlestar Galactica in my bag and will drop it off at Llew's tomorrow morning. I promised him he could borrow it and catch up on the goings-on of Starbuck and gang whilst I'm out of town. Llew seemed very excited at getting his paws on BSG. Here's hoping he enjoys it. What am I saying? I know he'll enjoy it. He also has a crush on Starbuck. We have this in common, he and I.
Earlier I had a groovy chat with Todd. He played me some System of a Down over the phone and we chattered about David Lynch's Dune (one of our favourite subjects as there's just so much material to work with there). He's planning on coming home next month for Thanksgiving. It's gonna be bloody good to see my bestest pal.
I'm craving orange juice like a Floridian on Crack. Now, I'm not claiming to know what a Floridian on Crack would crave other than Crack, nor am I making a derogatory remark about Floridians in general. I merely mention the Floridian on Crack because most orange juice comes from Florida. It's just a thing, man! I'm not PC, so shoot me. Anyway, that Simply Orange orange juice with heavy pulp throws me into multiple juicegasms. It's the best damned orange juice I've ever splashed down my throat. But now I'm out of juice. So I cry.
Aunt Tudi is on the phone with the Father Unit. I've asked that she inform him that, come Wednesday at 9 PM, he should just consider me nonexistent. LOST will be on at that time and, if the Father Unit even attempts to talk to me between 9 and 10 that night, I shall swiftly cut his throat. I'm serious, man. Ain't nobody gonna come between me and Freak Island!
I'm taking my laptop with me to Moncks Corner. It's not so much a luxury this time as it is a necessity. I'll have to do my weekly Monster.com search for my unemployment records. Needless to say, this means that I'll probably remain current on LJ. Surely, I cannot go a full week without access to my beloved Live Journal! Perish the thought!
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.
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??
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.
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.
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.
After that, I must call the credit card insurance companies and have the required paperwork sent to me so I can file my unemployment claims with them. It's been a month almost since I left The Pit, so it's time to move on that little bit of loveliness.
I may then mow the grass, with the grass catcher, and make the yard surprisingly clean and pretty for Aunt Tudi to "ooh" and "ahh" over. Besides, I need to get my physical obligations in order before my Moon begins and my body falls into several large pieces on the ground.
But I have to be finished with all that hooha by 8PM tomorrow night 'cos, at 8, there's a season 1 retrospective show on LOST and then, at 9, the season 2 premiere comes on. I'm all over that like a rat's nest on a gnat's knuckle. I expect that I'll be hearing from Cherise during the show. We must to scream at each other during the commercials.
And this is my 4000th post! ::does the dance of the damned::
Got my first unemployment check in the mail. I'm making about $20 less than I was in The Pit. Once I have the car and credit paid off, I'll have much more money being unemployed than I did being a serf. How's that for poetic justice?
Errands to run tomorrow and Friday is Shmoop's spaying appointment.
I think I'll watch more Lost until I perish for the evening.
I arrived in The Pit at 6:36 AM and shall be working through lunch today so I can leave at 3 PM. Aunt Tudi has an appointment with her rheumatologist at 3:45 and he's all the way across Spartanburg, so there you go. I may bestow upon her a meal after the doctor visit. That's something I always try to do because Dr. Holt usually ends up injecting one or more of Aunt Tudi's joints and nothing takes her mind off that pain quite like shoveling a good meal down her neck. So there you have it.
Rest was not on my body's agenda last night. I tossed and turned, and wrestled with a headache for most of the evening. A part of me (only 99.9%) was hoping I'd have another dream, but it just wasn't in the cards. Tarnation.
I was supposed to go see sifu_rick tonight, but that was before I was informed of Aunt Tudi's doctor's appointment. Now, the time I needed to work on Barry's website will be taken up with going to Spartanburg, which means I'll have to reschedule with Rick because I absolutely have to update the info on Barry's site and the Shriekback site, if the FTP will work for me. I promised myself it would be done this week and this is the only day I'll have the time to do it. Bah!
The Feudal Mistress just arrived. Yesterday, she drove me up the wall, continually coming up and asking "how we looookin'." And saying "awwwlriiighty" in her mock little girl voice. I wanted to shove my fingers in her pupils and pull her eyes out of her sockets like two grapes. As of this morning, that sentiment has not been altered one teeny tiny bit.
I have more Eddie pics to post. purplehez demanded "MORE" and who am I to deny her?
( Izzardness be here, mateys! )
That's it for me now. I must go make myself useful, at least for a little while.
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!
Strike that going to bed early bit. It's Lost night! I can't go to bed and miss Lost!