tinhuviel: (Default)

The following was handwritten during my trip from San Diego to Greenville-Spartanburg.

May 8, 2017, 10:40 PM PDT
I'm on the plane, bound for Greenville.  It's hard to believe I've come full circle, and even harder to believe that I'm so happy to be returning to the South.  The Mother Unit brought me to the airport.  We did a one-armed hug to say goodbye.  Kind of sad, really, but I really didn't expect much more, if anything.

She and Matt are still in the process of packing, so they probably won't leave until Wednesday.  Losing Pinky took a physical toll on them, so they did very little in the moving department today.  I would have been the same way, had it been Toby or Smidgen lost to the wild.  I feel terrible that Pinky got outside.  Matt feels he did not surve the night, considering it was cooler than normal and rained cats and dogs all night.  Sorry luck, regarding the weather.  I can't help but think some karma was at work here, although I'm not at all happy with a little life being lost in the process.  It would have been better if Mama Bird had been the one to get out, since she might possess some rudimentary memory of her time in the wild.  Even if she weren't able to survive, she would still be better off dead, considering her ungodly time in captivity, along with fact that she lost her mate not long ago.

May 9, 2017, 7:40 AM EDT
Toby, Smidgen, and I just boarded the flight going from Charlotte to Greenville.  I transported the dynamic duo from the San Diego plane to the transfer flight in a wheelchair.  They're getting better treatment than I am on this journey!

The sun was just rising when we landed in Charlotte. It was an incredibly cathartic experience to see a blanket of green bathed in sunlight, muted by buttermilk clouds.  I haven't seen buttermilk clouds in years. Contrails?  Absolutely.  But no buttermilk.  I could even see the mountains - MY MOUNTAINS - from the sky.

We're about to take off, scheduled to land in approximately an hour, maybe less.  Cameron is meeting me at GSP, and is taking me by Wal-Mart on the way to Janice's.  I have reserved a hotel room at the Quality Inn for the next couple of days in order to give Janice more time to accommodate my hopefully brief stay with her and Uncle Michael.  I need to find more permanent arrangements as soon as humanly possible, but I've got to take at least a day to recuperate from the chaos of the past week; otherwise, I'm going to shut down and get nothing done at all.

I need to buy another pair of pants, some panties, and a couple of shirts.  Why?  Because my dumb ass packed all the clothes I have, including the ones I'd set aside to bring with me, save for the ones I'm currently wearing, and the movers won't have my stuff to me for about a week.  The last thing I needed was to have to spend more money I wouldn't otherwise need to.

I rode all the way across the country with my arms tucked underneath my tee shirt.  It was cold as all Sith Hell on that airplane!  The woman who shared the row with me was flying out to attend a funeral and had to bring her dog with her, a Jack Russell Terrier named Sia, who she feared would go ballistic if she saw Smidgen and, especially, Toby.  Thankfully, they didn't spy one another, having their vision limited tucked under the plane seats, so it was a very quiet flight.  I left the seat between us empty, and told her to feel free to use it and the tray table, if she needed.  We ended up using the middle tray for our beverages, which allowed for more room for our appendages.  If I could afford it, I would always buy two seats, pets or no, simply for the convenience just that little bit of space provides.  Alas, it would probably be cheaper just to fly First Class, if one had the money to throw around like that.

One of the last things the Mother Unit said to me before we parted ways was to point out that I would be amazed at how large the seats would seem, since I hadn't flown since my panniculectomy.  She was right.  I was able to sit sideways for a while, as I watched You Tube vides on the computer.  Of course, I'm still not over the fact that I'm sitting here in a large women's tee shirt and size 6 jeans.  What I want to know is where the rest of me ended up because, according to the laws of physics, there are 210 pounds of me floating around the observable universe in some form or another.

I can't believe that I'm almost finished with this journal.  It's a fortunate thing that I thought ahead and got an extra when I could afford it, so there would be no interruptions in my handwritten journaling once this one is full.  The only thing I need to do to make it ready to be written in, is to finish inking the owl cover, like I did with this journal.  The colours will be different, obviously, but the finished product should be just as pretty, if not more so.

Well, this was a short flight.  We are already about to land after only approximately thirty minutes in the air. It seems we spent more time on the tarmac than we did actually flying!  I can't wait to see Cameron and all my Tribe and family.  I just hope Cameron finds me okay, 'cos my phone is dead and I currently have no internet connection.  Ye gods.  

We just landed at 8:25 AM.  I'm home.

One more thing before I conclude this entry.  You know you're at an airport in the South, when about half the seats made available for travelers are rocking chairs.  The end.

tinhuviel: (Torquemada)

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.

This is all true. photo 1264091_10153348891685721_288267917_o.jpg1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed.  Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes.  Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul

11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.

21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter

31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.

41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations.  My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.

51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.

61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?

71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives.  They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered.  The End.

tinhuviel: (Augury)

Activities in this post will have already happened by the time I get to upload it to the Cliffs of Insanity, just so anyone who reads this knows.

I'm currently on a Frontier Airline airplane, headed for Denver. [livejournal.com profile] debrafortune contacted me about a month ago, wanting to know if I would come out to Boulder for the Halloween weekend. I have no idea why she wanted to fly me out to visit, but I think it's incredibly kind of her.

I met Debra in 2002, when I joined Live Journal. She was the first Shriekback fan I met. I can't believe we've actually known one another for 12 years. What is the time/space continuum coming to?

A couple of days ago, I added her phone number to my phone - or thought I did - so I could call her when I landed. Unfortunately, the phone didn't take the contact information. This is the second time that's happened with this phone. On top of that, the wall outlet charger stopped working overnight, when I was trying to charge the phone. This phone is my alarm clock, so it's a miracle that the phone had enough juice to cue my electronic rooster this morning. I found my USB charger, and am currently charging the phone. I put a call in to the Mother Unit, asking her to go into my Facebook account to retrieve Debra's number, and I messaged Debra on FB to let her know my contact dilemma, and tell her I was wearing my Grumpy Cat tee-shirt, so she'd know what to look for. Also, I asked her to text me with her number.

Some days, it just seems that nothing goes exactly to plan...

Anyway, I'm going to be landing in the Denver airport, at which time Debra and I are going to tour the bizarre art work and architectural oddness it boasts. There is a conspiracy theory that the design of the airport indicates that it is a secret headquarters for the Illuminati and/or Reptilians. There's also supposed to be Masonic symbology worked into the sight to so "Those in the Know" will will know they're in the right place, and direct them to the underground base where all the Eyes Wide Shut crowd can have their masques and rituals, Colorado style.

After we eyeball the airport, Debra's taking me to the sauna. We've never met in person, but the second thing we're gonna do when I get there is get naked, because that's what you do with friends. It's only logical. You can say a lot of things about my friends, but you can't deny their free-spiritedness and overall groovy attitudes.

I'm not sure what else we'll be doing, but I'm sure it'll be fun, strange, and super-mega-awesome, because that's just how we Shriekers roll, dig?

I'll be flying back to San Diego on Monday, at which time Smidgen will probably have a total emotional meltdown to see I have returned after probably assuming I've abandoned her in my room with minimal contact with anyone other than Obnoxious Chihuahua Extraordinaire, Toby, to keep her "company". Toby will be fine without me. He's bonded with Matt, who would be an Obnoxious Chihuahua Extraordinaire, if he were a dog. The two of them grok, especially on the manic level.

There's a bit of a scheduling thing I need to do on Halloween. I'll be announcing the official release of The Augury of Gideon, even though it's technically already available for purchase on Amazon. I'm hoping to coordinate with Kristen on this, so we can bomb all the appropriate social media sites at the same time. The key to getting attention in the ever-growing virtual world of Teh Intarwebz is attempting an information Big Bang, then following up with a ridiculous amount of repetition. That said, I would deeply appreciate it, if any of would reblog the announcement and relevant sites you hang out on.

At this moment, I am listening to my Vampire playlist, and attempting to write more on The Harming Tree. I'm contemplating bringing back Rebekah and Mephistopheles, because I've always been quite fond of that ghastly couple, their obvious love for one another entwined with their unbridled lust of blood and death.

Speaking of all these Vampires, I finally got to finish a picture of Cadmus I started four years ago. I'd scanned what I had then, and attempted to enhance it in Photoshop with absolute crap results. But using the Wacom tablet, I was given the luxury to fix the flaws that were already in the original drawing, then complete the rest of it. I'm a little (no... I'm a lot) self-conscious about posting it, but I may break down and make it a Friends Only post.

So there you have it. One part business as usual, one part adventure. I'll post more about my visit with Debra and her family, when I have the opportunity.

El Move 6

Jun. 17th, 2013 06:18 pm
tinhuviel: (PSA)
17 June, 2013 Arizona City, Arizona

Tonight we’re staying at one of Jeanne’s friend’s house here in Arizona City. He’s being a host with the most, and is being really cool about the animals. His network connection is free here in the subdivision he lives it, but it’s spotty at best, so I expect it may end up being a very long night.

We actually didn’t travel very far, primarily because the Mother Unit wanted to take a detour and visit Tombstone, Arizona. That took up a good part of the early afternoon.

Thankfully, my camera battery has held up and allowed me to take a load of pics, which will be the body of this entry. I may write more later.

First we came upon some massive hills/mini-mountains and giant rock formations. Seeing this part of the country made the Cadmus Pariah bio chapter, ‘Sui Generis,’ as it takes place in the Arizona portion of the Mojave Desert. Here are the pics I got of them.

lotsa imagery behind here! click with caution! )

El Move 4

Jun. 15th, 2013 07:58 pm
tinhuviel: (PSA)
15 June, 2013 1:00 PM

We’re somewhere near Abilene, Texas, I think. They turned off the radio, so I pulled out the computer and am listening to my iTunes whilst I write.

Alison Kraus just came on. I never hear her without thinking of Lewis. Even though he was from New Jersey, born and bred, he had a soft spot of Country music, and in particular Alison Kraus’s Bluegrass. I hate Country, but I do love Bluegrass. It’s the closest thing America will ever get to traditional Celtic folk music.

Texas is about as flat as my current attitude! And that’s pretty damned flat. It has an odd beauty about it, though. Everything is really freakin’ low to the ground. I wonder if that’s a result of the kinds of storms Texas is famous for. It’d be nice to encounter one of those storms. I would so pitch a fit to chase it. Hey, I like to take risks sometimes.

I know we’ve passed at least two 7-Elevens. If a third one rears its head early enough, I’m begging to make a Slurpee run. There’s just no two ways about it. Slurpee must be had!

Heh, how ironic that George Thorogood just came on. I’ve always associated him with Texas, though I don’t know why. Him and Stevie Ray Vaughn, may he rest in peace. That reminds me, I wonder if Stevie Ray’s video for ‘Cold Shot’ is on You Tube. That is one funny-ass video!

My battery for the camera just started flashing low, so I’m saving what little juice I have left for Arizona. Gotta get some desert pictures. I can’t believe I left the charger behind in SC! I had it on my mind to remember to get it, but I did I? Hell no. Now, I’m gonna have to wait until July before I can get a replacement charger, and that’s just pissy.

6:45 PM

We’re now in Pecos, Texas, at another Motel 6. I finally got my Slurpee, a cherry one, and it was glorious! We stopped at a place where there were 7-Elevens right across the street from one another. I could have walked from one as I drank my Slurpee, and moseyed over to the other one to buy another Slurpee, ‘cos that’s pretty much what I would do, if I had had the chance.

I didn’t take too many pictures today. Here’s my paltry offering for the eve.

Here’s a picture of Smidgen, who decided that out of her case was actually more pleasant than in it. So my thigh became her fave hangout in the truck today.

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Okay, that’s it for this post. I am making a separate, friends-only post because I have some serious ranting to do. If you’re interested, log on, and stay tuned.
tinhuviel: (Caveman)
I've got tons to write about, but I'm gonna write about it when I have my computer and can enhance the post with photographs. Like some sort of unitoothed moron, I left my computer sitting on the couch all packed up to bring with me; yet, I decided to leave it at home for some godawful reason. I've got tales to tell, like the one about Joe on train number 2 (I think). Or my cuddling with a Trans who was incredible kind enough to share his poncho with my cold arse. Or my fantastic, and all too brief visit, with [livejournal.com profile] angstzeit in the Windy City.

Traveling across country on train is highly unrecommended by yours truly if you're even remotely disabled, but is highly recommended if you want to meet an endless variety of souls. Yep, much to tell, but the Mother Unit and I have lots to do and none of it involves my favourite pasttime of being an Internet junkie, so that must wait until I get home from Todd's in a week or so.

I'm writing all this from one of the Mother Unit's extra computers whilst she sleeps. After she wakes up, gods know what we'll be up to. One thing I DO KNOW and that, at some point today, our activities will involves my going to a 7-11 and getting a cherry or grape Slurpee. Them's the rules.


Sep. 6th, 2011 01:20 pm
tinhuviel: (Ludicrous Speed)
Spartanburg, SC (SPB) to San Diego, CA (SAN)
07-SEP-11; 11:39 pm - 11-SEP-11; 3:10 pm

Service: 20 Crescent
Duration: 10 hr, 14 min

  Spartanburg, SC (SPB)
  07-SEP-11; 11:39 pm

  Washington - Union Station, DC (WAS)
  08-SEP-11; 9:53 am

  1 Reserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Lounge,
Dining car
Service: 29 Capitol Limited
Duration: 17 hr, 40 min

  Washington - Union Station, DC (WAS)
  08-SEP-11; 4:05 pm

  Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
  09-SEP-11; 8:45 am

  1 Reserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Checked baggage,
Dining car,
Onboard wheelchair ramp
Service: 3 Southwest Chief
Duration: 43 hr, 15 min

  Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
  09-SEP-11; 3:00 pm

  Los Angeles - Union Station, CA (LAX)
  11-SEP-11; 8:15 am

  1 Reserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Checked baggage,
Dining car,
Onboard wheelchair ramp
Service: 774 Pacific Surfliner
Duration: 2 hr, 45 min

  Los Angeles - Union Station, CA (LAX)
  11-SEP-11; 12:25 pm

  San Diego, CA (SAN)
  11-SEP-11; 3:10 pm

  1 Unreserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Checked baggage,
Snack car,
Onboard wheelchair ramp

Two Days

Sep. 5th, 2011 04:30 pm
tinhuviel: (2D and 3C)
I've gotten my itinerary for the train trip out to California. I have two days to get this house straightened out and cleaned up. From Cali, I guess I'll be be going to Washington. Then it'll be back to the drabness of South Carolina and the loneliness of this house. One good thing is that I've only cried once today. Aunt Tudi always wanted to travel somewhere by train and she never got to. I feel so guilty about that and so many other things she never got to do. I feel like I let her down in so many ways, always believing we'd have the time to do it. And now our time is up, there's no going back. Death is such a cruel thing to those of us left behind.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Wave)
We had to be up early as our flight out was at 11:56 AM and we had to be at the airport 2 hours prior for, for lack of a better word, processing. 7 AM came too soon for someone who last looked at the clock a mere two hours before. I was beaten down and Aunt Tudi was worse than me, her spine snapped in at least 14 places thanks to all the mad travel. It would have been nice to stay put for a couple more days just to recover from it all and spend more time with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. We didn't even clean up much, deciding to impose our misery upon our fellow passengers, especially if any of them had small children with little to no parental supervision. A pox on all their houses I say! Yea and verily.

Right before we left for Gatwick, I came through on my promise to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna to sing for her. After doing that and getting all verklempt with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, we hit the road right on time. The security at Gatwick was seriously more forgiving than at any American airport. I thought I heard one of the employees tell a passenger to not forget his semi-automatic. That's not true. I'm kidding. But, seriously, Aunt Tudi had no problem getting through security at Gatwick. Everyone was kind and understood that she was a disabled woman who wore orthopaedic shoes.

We said our last goodbyes to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and climbed aboard the airplane for the long flight home.

As far as security, everything changed when we got to Cleveland. I had no problem, but Aunt Tudi, because she was wearing thick-soled shoes and riding in an airport wheelchair, was taken to one side and frisked so much that everyone had to have a cigarette afterward. Once we got through that, we had to go through customs. It wasn't a problem except for the wait. After that, it was time to make the long trek to our gate. We had 30 minutes. The airport employee who was pushing Aunt Tudi had had a hip replacement and carried himself with an atrocious limp, but he was so fast I literally had to scamper along to keep up. Imagine my dismay when we passed a Ben & Jerry's kiosk and I saw that they were selling........


Yes, they'd resurrected the flavour and had it featured in the Cleveland airport. I couldn't stop to buy any then because I had to keep up with Mecha-Wheelchair-Man. Once we got to our gate, I told Aunt Tudi I was going back for some Wavy Gravy. I only had 10 minutes and the kiosk was, oh...a mile and a half away! But I was willing to take the risk. I flagged down one of the electric carts and he had me to the B&J place in no time. I bought two pints. YES, TWO PINTS. And I ran back to our gate only to find that our flight had been delayed because the attendant that was to be on our plane was on another delayed flight.

So Aunt Tudi and I slurped on Ben & Jerry's Wavy Gravy for an hour until we could finally fly the friendly skies again. It was well after 6 PM EST and we were both running on 2 hours sleep for the past 36 hours, or thereabout. We were only a little over an hour away from home and, boy howdy, we were ready to get there! The flight was uneventful. Both of us tried to snooze a little, but it just didn't work out. I've never been so happy to land at GSP.

I called Janice to let her know we'd just landed and she headed our way to pick us up, but she got caught in a traffic jam on I-85, so we had to wait a while outside for her to arrive. When she did, I had to fight hugging her and kissing my car. I really really really REALLY needed to get home. On the way, we stopped at a convenience store for a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, and a box of macaroni and cheese.

Once home, I made us the mac & cheese and then we both passed flat out.

I know it sounds like I was happy to get home and away from England, but that can't be further from the truth. I just wanted to lie the fuck down! I was tired and low on psychic energy. I could live in England, no doubt about it. Moreso, I could live in Wales! But I couldn't think about any of that on the 18th of May. All that was on my mind was collapsing in my bed and falling into a coma.

So ends my Travel Journal for the England trip. As Eddie Izzard would say, "I do like to end the show with a kind of 'Oh' feeling, and I think I've done that quite well."

tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
Sunday 14 May

Surprisingly, I was the first adult up Sunday morning. Eleri, being a kid, got up quite early and was enjoying TV when I walked into the living room. She said that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna had been up earlier, but went back to bed. So I won by default, like it was ever a competition in the first place, but whatever.

The initial plan for this day was for us to head out a little early and go to Bath for the day. but did we go? )

Monday 15 May
Monday went exactly as planned. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna prepared another delicious English country breakfast, replete with sausages, bacon, eggs, and toast. I want to miniaturise myself and just camp out on a plate full of English breakfast food. I’d live in a tee-pee and come out occasionally to nibble at the end of a sausage and roll around in the grease.

the goings-on of the day )

After stuffing ourselves like Christmas geese, Aunt Tudi, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, and I wibbled back to the house where I once again engaged in an overabundance of Barry Angst until I finally passed out. When I woke up, it would be Tuesday, the Day I Met the Bald One.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Wave)

  • The Hearse Curse followed me, alarming [livejournal.com profile] falkenna when she saw 3 hearses in less than 48 hours. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hearse.

  • English roundabouts are maddening and convinced me that I would never drive again if I lived in Britain. I'd just sit at home and hope someone would bring me food.

  • Virgoan anal-retentiveness will always overcome neurotic phobias. Case in point: after about thirty minutes of being distracted by a piece of glitter on Barry's chin, I could take it no longer and told him about the shiny bit just sitting there, glinting and blinking and shimmering. He tried to wipe it off to no avail. Desperate to be rid of the distracting bit, I asked if I could get it, reached over and plucked it off his chin. Problem solved, back to the conversation, yay.

  • Sarah Champion has released a song in Britain that goes "I wish I was a punk rock girl with flowers in my hair." I'm now keen on finding it on iTunes or Kazaa. So far, no joy, but I will prevail.

  • Despite certain differences between American life and British life, I'm certain I could live in Britain without too many problems with adjustment. The main thing for me would be to find a flat with a shower. Otherwise, I would end up being more French than American or British, if'n you know what I mean.

  • Aunt Tudi was a massive hit with Barry Andrews, who seemed to be quite smitten with her thick Southern accent.

  • I saw an inordinate amount of canines in England, but spotted only two cats. Either all the cats are house cats over there, or Brits just prefer dogs.

  • Stilton sausages make me weep with joy.

  • According to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, the sea gulls in Brighton are so large because they thrive on a diet of chips and will actually rough people up and take away their chips if the people aren't vigilant. Heh....gangsta gulls.

  • I heard songs on Virgin radio that were never played during their heyday on American radio, like "The Whole of the Moon" by the Waterboys. I may listen to the radio again if I had Virgin radio. But I don't, so it's iGor for me.

  • [livejournal.com profile] falkenna showed me a performance of "All Along the Watchtower" by early Punk-era XTC. This was before Andy Partridge had gone all cuddly and pastoral. Barry hasn't changed since 1979 except he has no hair now. Spooky.

  • The first meal Aunt Tudi and I had upon returning home was boxed macaroni and cheese made by yours truly. Only [livejournal.com profile] falkenna will understand the profundity of this act.

  • The first movie I watched upon returning home was Deliverance. What a homecoming!

  • Many of the locations where Jack the Ripper did his *work* have been demolished or covered over, but local children write Jack-centric graffiti on the city walls, mostly in reference to "The Juwes."

  • English weather is the BEST EVAR.

tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
cut on account of I care and this is long )
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
This is Tinhuviel signing off from home until probably 19 May. Hope all goes well with you fine fine pipples in LJ-land. If something freaky happens, please e-mail me at Tinhuviel@livejournal.com.

I love you guys! ::picks up a Budweiser, swizzles it, then spits it back out:: YECH!
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
I went to Dr. Jaworski's about my hubcap. She drew a syringe full of fluid off it, then injected it and gave me pain pills, all the while eyeballing the knee and tsk'ing, saying that she doubted I'd last long with it. Gads. My leg is going to fall off.

Afterwards, Aunt Tudi and I went to see Diane at the physical therapy center. She's supposed to be there for a week to six, depending on how well she does with her hip transplant. So far, she's doing great, considering she's only 4 days out of surgery.

We went and paid some bills, ran a couple of errands, and I picked up my meds. I also found a pair of tights that I'm gonna wear with my skirt on THE DAY. Yes, I'm wearing a skirt. A black skirt with a black blouse and black tights and some black shoes. I need to find my shoes! AIEEEE! We got home around 6 and Aunt Tudi called Janice to confirm that she was still gonna take us to the airport. No, she's not. Some emergency sprang up with Johnna and they will all be indisposed at the time Aunt Tudi and I need to be at the airport. I freaked out until Johnna had the idea that we drive to the airport and, after their previous engagement, Johnna and Janice and go pick up the car so I won't have to pay $10 a day for parking. Whew! Johnna is one smart cookie.

On my way over to see Llew, he called to tell me that he has the Slobovian Stomach Flu, not to come. He left the DVDs on the front porch and, when I picked them up, we hugged from afar. I told him I'd make it up to him when I got home and he was feeling healthier. This is what happens when you live with a walking petri dish (AKA a young child).

Coming back home, I called the Mother Unit to wish her a happy birthday. She's treating herself to ringside seats at a WWE Smackdown match. Yes, my mother is as bizarre as they come. I also finally got in touch with Timothy and we've made tentative plans to get together after I get back from Blighty, so I can see his music room. He seems quite proud of it.

Now I'm home and about three quarters of the way packed. No longer do I feel numb; rather, I am in full panic mode, hoping I don't forget anything or screw anything up.

All the beasties are safe and sound at Dr. Patch's. The Outdoor Pride has 60 pounds of kibble on which to subsist, and Johnna is going to fill their pans and give them fresh water daily. Aunt Tudi's back if doing better, and I have in my paws 5 ativan for taking off and landing maneuvers in addition to 20 hydrocodone for my hubcap, which should hopefully soon be a much better kneecap.

Tomorrow, I need to mail an eBay package, set the tape for LOST for this week and next, call some people, and write a couple of emails. I think that's it. We have to be at the airport by 2:30, just to be on the safe side. It's gonna be a long trip, but worth it.

I got a letter from [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, mapping out the holiday itinerary.

OK, here are my proposals -- very fluid, and in some cases possibly over-ambitious:
Thursday:  Brighton (sleep, shopping, acclimatization, Pavilion, seafront.  Full English breakfast out. Supper to be discussed.)
Friday:  Stonehenge and a bit of Wales (I thought you'd want to say you'd been there. Could substitute Glastonbury if you'd rather).  Steve's at night, and probably his cooking (yum).
Saturday (with Steve and his daughter): Avebury, Silbury Hill, West Kennet Long Barrow, Wayland's Smithy, and the Uffington White Horse and Dragon Hill. (Not as ambitious as it sounds, but may still need to be cut.)  Country pub for supper.
Sunday:  Bath, home to Brighton.
Monday:  London -- Buck Palace and a few others, Brit Museum if you like, Stevie's for Bed Viewing, if you like (all being well), Ripper tour. Return to Brighton
Tuesday:  Party party
Wednesday:  Up to you -- more of Brighton, more of Sussex, Dover/Canterbury -- depending on your energy and interest.  May have Graham with us first thing, he's considering staying over. (I doubt anybody else will, but who knows . . .)


This is really happening.

::scampers about on one leg, like a crippled Macaulay Culkin.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
Aunt Tudi and I zipped down to Moncks Corner to get some luggage from the Father Unit. The gigantic case we use for all our stuff was damaged by Northwest Airlines during the NYC trip, so it's no longer viable for travel, especially international travel. The Father Unit offered up his luggage, so off we went for a road trip from hell. 3.5 hours to get there, 4 hours to visit, 3.5 hours to get back home, and in time enough for LOST!

And now we have luggage fit for queens for to place all our duds and toiletries. The goodies I'm taking over to the UK will be more protected in these cases too, I'm thinking. If I can bring myself to pick up the phone tomorrow, I need to call the airline and see about lugging some Cheerwine over the pond. I have two little English people who've got a jones that's around 6 years old now. That's just wrong.

And jelly. Apple jelly for my incredibly kind hostess. Yeah. I need to talk to Continental. Or maybe The Continental. "Champagne?" Heh.

It looks like 16 May is the day I'll meet Barry Andrews face-to-face. My memorial service will then be on 19 May. Please come and ogle what's left of my dead body and sign the register. The funeral will be 20 May. "Eldorado" by the Electric Light Orchestra will be played. Since Aunt Tudi's birthday is 24 May, please make sure all of you coddle and spoil her really good in my absence. She'll need all the lovin' she can get if I'm dead. Woe is I.


Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:12 pm
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
I'm going to be putting some stuff up for sale tomorrow. Please to bid and buy. Please to help a sister out.
tinhuviel: (Tin2006)
I got up way early this morning and tried to call Johnna as a favour to Janice, who was out of town. All I got was thrown directly into Johnna's voice mail, so that didn't work. I was supposed to call Uncle Michael too but, when I called Janice to give her the bad news about Johnna, Janice said she'd go ahead and call Uncle Michael. I helped Aunt Tudi with her insulin shot, then we both lay back down until around 11 AM. Yay for sleeping late!

There used to be these Peanuts books called Happiness Is.... and each page was dedicated to something that defined happiness. The one I remember out of all those pages is "Happiness is.....waking up only to find you have two more hours to sleep." I think I remember that one because it's the epitome of where my happiness lies. So this morning was one of those "Happiness is" mornings. Nothing thrills me more than to get up early just to let myself know that I can lie back down and sleep like a wee babe.

Once I drug my lazy arse out of bed, I got online and booked the flight to England. Instead of flying out of Charleston, we're flying out of GSP because the prices weren't that different. I'd be paying that much out on gasoline for the car to drive down to Charleston, and I'd be putting more wear and tear on the car that I can really ill afford since I can't get a new car until I'm back in the Land of Employment. Since I'm choosing school instead, that's gonna be a while. To cut the price a little more, I changed the return date from the 19th to the 18th. That works for me price-wise and it also works out for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna 'cos she has a concert to attend on the 19th. I sent the itinerary to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, then squee'd to myself in a very quiet, Sithly way.

Later in the afternoon, [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake came over for a visit. We made tentative plans for a smoothie and movie party for next week or the week after. Oh, and I converted her to Sweet'n'Salty Almond Granola Bars. After letting her try a bar and seeing her have a religious experience, I gave her a box of them and she went home a happy camper.

After [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake left, I got cleaned up and went to visit Diane. I dried my hair upside down too long, so I ended up looking like an anime character no matter how much I curled my hair under. Lesson learned. Anyway, I had a nice visit with Diane, about an hour. We caught up with each other and she returned my LOST and Dune DVDs. After making tentative plans to go to Asheville one day next week, we hugged and I bid her adieu. I need to see if [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake wants to go with us to Asheville. ::makes note to call her tomorrow::

I left Diane's and went over to Llew's. He was completely enamoured with my hair, which is cool, 'cos he was a little fearful about my losing the long hair. Mens..... He was so thrilled with the new 'do and I was so thrilled at his being thrilled that we ended up kindling the flames and bumping mighty mighty uglies with much enthusiasm. We then tried to go fly, but Llew's plane was dead and it'd take too long to charge and still have daylight. So we went to Subway instead. He got a teriyaki chicken sammich, I got Aunt Tudi a club combo, and myself a cheese steak (which I couldn't eat, so there's Aunt Tudi's lunch tomorrow).

Whilst in the kitchen putting up my glasses in my purse, I beheld Smidgen, Shmoop, and Motley gathered around the food bowl like the loving sisters they are. So I snagged a picture, which once again exposed Motley for the demon she is. Mind, she's pretty much fully grown, so Motley should have been named Smidgen, who is a big honkin' hunka hunka cat muscle.

the ladies )

Now I'm home, sorely disappointed that LOST didn't come on tonight. Instead, I'm watching Law & Order: SVU. Elliott Stabler is so screwed up. I love him with all my heart.
tinhuviel: (Torquemada)
Back up to Asheville today for one last go at Morrisons. We went straight there and back, probably the swiftest Asheville trip we ever took. The dogs are boarded for our drive to the Father Unit's tomorrow. I've driven so much this past week, I'm starting to feel like Eddie Rabbitt, may he rest in peace.

Reminder to those who expressed interest: The deadline for this is 28 April, although I may extend it to 3 May, since I'll still be in the country at that time. I'm really looking forward to what you create.

I got this meme thing from [livejournal.com profile] brujah. My answers indicate how truly pathetic I really am. I think I'm going to go crawl under a rock now.

firsts )

Two Weeks!

Apr. 11th, 2006 07:34 pm
tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)
We should have our passports in 2 weeks. I'm going to be booking the flights probably next week for 10 May, and we're staying an extra coupla days because [livejournal.com profile] falkenna has the uncanny power of persuasion in her corner.

To all my English buds who want to meet up: we need to coordinate or something. London is more than likely the generic Place of Gathering. We just need to figure out a day, dig? Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] _willowmyst, Haverhill may not be workable as it's 3 trillion miles away from everywhere else I'm supposed to be going, so can you make a day of it in London and show me all the cool places you like to go there? Or do you want to form a caravan and go with us to Swindon to meet The Bald One?

I'm so excited I could just run in a circle and pee on myself. Now that's multi-tasking.

clickie )
tinhuviel: (EYE-GORE)
Before making it to the Father and Stepmother Unit's abode, we stopped at....WAL-MART....to pick up a particular kind of candy for the Father Unit. They didn't have the candy, but I saw that this store from hell is now carrying Holy Blood, Holy Grail alongside The Da Vinci Code. This is, without a doubt, a serious omen of the imminent Alpaca Lips.

So yeah, I broke my New Years Resolution of never darkening the door of another Wal-Mart, but this doesn't mean I'm planning on going back any time soon...preferably never

The Stepmother Unit ordered pizza from Pizza Hut and we all noshed until we could nosh no more. While The Father Unit and Aunt Tudi discussed their myriad health issues, The Stepmother Unit and I watched "Close to Home" and I loaded some music from their collection onto iGor. I now have 4551 songs on iGor, including "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road." That's damned special.

Not sure what we'll be doing tomorrow, but I'm hoping it involves relaxation as that's one of my favourite hobbies these days. Sad, but true.
tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)
Aunt Tudi and I are headed for Moncks Corner for the weekend.  /Endtrans.
tinhuviel: (Bazzer)
Yea and Verily!

I just got back from H&R Block where I was informed that I'm getting a butt load of money in my return. So yah-fucking-hoo! Next week, I'm putting a rush on the passports and the target departure date for Gatwick is 2 May.

...And sometime between 2 May and 10 May, I will meet Barry Andrews and, hopefully, even Andy Partridge. And much singing and celebrating will commence.

tinhuviel: (EYE-GORE)
Moncks Corner that is. We made it down here around 1:30, hung out with the Father Unit for a while, then headed off to Staples so he could pick up a paper shredder. After that, we zipped to Applebees for a quick bite. I didn't get a drink, 'cos I was the one driving. Mary was still at work, so we picked her up some coconut shrimp.

We're now back at the house and I'm already eyeballing the bed like a sweet sweet lover. Tired I am, and sleepy too. And weary. That's the ticket...weary.

We drive back home tomorrow. Travelling is so much easier with iGor. No CDs to bother with. And the anticipation of what's next in Shuffle Mode is sometimes so intense, I'm tempted to pee my pants. ::loves on iGor::
tinhuviel: (Maul Huh?)
Aunt Tudi woke up dead so we've postponed the Monck's Corner trip 'til next weekend. So here I sit trying to figure out this iPod and watching Exit to Eden on Comedy Central. I would loooooove to go to BDSM Island, if such a place existed and I could afford it. The only problem would be which side I'd want to be on, the sub side or the Domme side. Knowing me, I'd end up scampering about the island flogging myself and screaming "what to do, what to do?" Sad, so sad.
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Diane called deathly ill this morning and begged off the Asheville trip. As a result, Aunt Tudi and I didn't go either. She's having back trouble (more than usual) and I'm very close to my Moon, which means I will be closed for maintenance over the next few days. That's why we aren't going to see The Father Unit this weekend. I'm going to be too sick, I just know it. Damn.

It is now time for some chocolate. All gifts of chocolate should be placed 10 paces away from the front door of my menstrual hut so as the benefactors won't be in danger of having their faces pounded like veal cutlets by the angry, out-of-control Moon Mistress. Argh.
tinhuviel: (Spork)
We'd decided to get a new TV while we could 'cos the TV we had was over 15 years old, smeared anything orange, and had been repaired twice. I was afraid that it'd crap out on us and then we couldn't afford to get it fixed or to get a different TV. We found a widescreen HDTV, same size as our old TV, for a little over $700 at Circuit City. Nice. Afterward, I went and got a new vacuum cleaner at Best Buy 'cos our old one didn't suck as much as it used to, and it was driving Aunt Tudi mad. As [livejournal.com profile] _willowmyst can attest, Aunt Tudi is rabid about vacuuming. So I got her a Dyson "Animal" vacuum, made specifically for folks with a multiple-beast household. I think we qualify. It has a lifetime guarantee and we don't have to buy bags for it, so it'll pay for itself within the year.

Also went to the doc and saw Lisa. She suggested that we do some tests to see if I might have Fibromyalgia. I'm going to schedule them for a couple of weeks from now. Then we'll see if that's what's wrong with me. If it isn't, then I guess we'll go from there, but I must find out why I hurt all the time and why I'm so perpetually exhausted. I just want to know, even if they can't do anything for me. Knowing is winning half the battle right there. I'm tired of being in the dark.

We're off to Asheville tomorrow. Diane will be going with us, but [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake must stay at home and wait for the carpet man from Lowes to come and stretch her carpet. Sounds to me like she's being visited by Peter the Meter Reader, but that's just me.
tinhuviel: (Mongo)
My unemployment is running out and there are no longer any extensions. So I'm going to have to use a portion of the 401k as survival income until I land a job and I'm gonna have to land a job sooner than I expected to. So.....I may end up having to go to Greenville Tech for night classes while I work and study Veterinary Assistance as a stepping stone to Vet Technology. The campus is closer and night classes for that are available. I will also have to work with whatever employer I end up getting on when I can take a week to run off to Blighty.


Nothing has been suspended. I refuse to just settle for what is offered to me and keep my head down. I will follow....my.....dreams.... before I'm too old or too jaded to do so. Barry said in his letter about seeing me in August. Maybe it was a psychic moment. Who knows?

All I know is that I will still be in a much better situation come August of 2006 than I was in August 2005. Despite the government trying to ream me, I will prevail!
tinhuviel: (Pentagram)
The visit with Llew was pleasant. We went flying, this time with the Queen Bee. All photos can be found here for interested parties.

I've found some flights to England in late April that are $625. I know the rates will change closer to time, but I'm wanting to get a decent idea of what fares I'm looking at. The flight is Delta (which I like) nonstop from Atlanta to Gatwick. Not too bad. I'm hoping that, by mid-February, the rates will be even better. I was looking mainly at 25 April through 3 May. This would allow me to spend Bealtainne on the Holy Isle which, for me, would literally be a dream come true, a personal Hajj if you will.

I know it'd probably be ridiculously crowded at this time, but I'd really love to go to Stonehenge on Bealtainne. That'd just be fan-fucking-tastic.

Step 1

Jan. 27th, 2006 09:08 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Much to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's joy when she reads this, Aunt Tudi and I picked up the forms we need to file for our passports. Once I get my 401k money, things should move relatively quickly from there. I'm still looking at travelling to England in April, probably late April. Once the passports are in hand and the flights are booked, a more definite date will be available.

As the time grows closer, I have the urge to get an extra memory card for the camera. If I keep the pics to 640x480, I can take around 1300 pictures if I get an extra memory card the size of the one I already have. That's pretty darned sweet. And I would really like to get some Quicktime movies of B for the site. Now that I have a buttload of available space, I think it'd be pretty groovy to have B in motion for all those interested to behold and swoon along with me.

I also have the urge to get an MP3 player to listen to whilst on the plane, but I don't know if I should splurge that much. I'm already going to be getting a new computer for school. I don't need an MP3 player. But having one for the trip would be sweeter than sweet. And I could store songs I want to play for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Barry. Hell, I may make a poll about this and get other people's opinion. Yeah, that's the ticket.

And there's the issue of getting a decent outfit for when I meet The Bald One. Something with a really high collar and a kevlar hat and corset. Something black or black and red. Something breathtaking that will make me look smaller, but also very imposing and maybe even a a little threatening. With matching boots that can conceal knives. Word.
tinhuviel: (Owl)
As transcribed from the handwritten journal.

17 November 9:48 PM )

10:24 PM )

18 November 1:50 PM )

5:45 PM EST or 4:45 CT )

And that was the end of the transcription.

One funny thing: On the way home from GSP, Aunt Tudi was desperate to use the bathroom. I said something that tickled her and, when she laughed, she made mention that I should shut up and stop making her laugh 'cos she was going to pee. A few moments later, she said "If I wet on myself, I'm gonna shit!" Of course, this tickled us both, so I drove home crying from laughing so hard. I think I was entitled to ending our journey with a fit of hysterics.

Both Aunt Tudi and I are ecstatic and grateful to be home. We're both also mindbogglingly sore and achy, and we want to die in the arms of our beloved canines, Shmoop, and Smidgen.

I'm still uploading pictures from the trip. If anyone wants to see the entire album, you can go HERE, but check back 'cos this ain't all of them.
tinhuviel: (Dave Matthews)
As transcribed from the handwritten journal.

16 November, 5:45 AM Central Time )

11:10 AM EST )

8:22 PM )

17 November 5:24 PM )

More later. Aunt Tudi needs the phone.
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
I can't sleep and I'm colder than fuck, so I may as well get some of this down tonight so I'll have less to transcribe tomorrow. That way I can get back to work on the book.

As transcribed from the handwritten journal I kept.

15 November 5:10 Central Time )

8:40 PM Central Fucking Time )

10 PM Central Time )

That's all I can write for now. Will upload the rest of the pics and tell the rest of the tale tomorrow. As any one can see, though, it got off to a really shitty start.


Nov. 18th, 2005 10:49 pm
tinhuviel: (Humanity)
What a fucked up trip.

We're home. More later. Tomorrow even. For now, I die.
tinhuviel: (Mr. Tiscic)
Okay. We're gonna be heading out here in about an hour and should be in NYC by 10:30 tonight. If anyone in the vicinity wants to meet me, give me a call on my cell phone and leave a message. If I can drudge up the courage to actually be social, I'll call you back and we can set something up. Aunt Tudi will be with me so, if you're thinking this is gonna be a booty call (like anyone would ever think that....ha!), then just scrap that thought right outta your head with a razor blade. Nope, it's just online pals meeting for java or sommat.

There are a lot of ifs involved here, dig. If I can bring myself to feel confident enough to meet you face to face, we'll go for it! If our schedules gel to where it's feasible, we'll go for it! If the Alpaca Lips doesn't take us all before we can meet, we'll go for it!

That said, my digits are 864-415-9099. I'm on a limited Verizon plan, so please be kind with my minutes. Hopefully, we can meet and have piccies done for our prospective blogs! Wouldn't that a be a hoot and a half, two hoots even? Okay, I'm off to try to write some.

See you on the other side, my lovelies!


Nov. 14th, 2005 10:29 pm
tinhuviel: (Default)
We got up early and took Sheba to see Dr. Patch. Beginning late Friday, Sheba started having problems getting up and down on the furniture and, when she was touched on her sides near the back, she'd yelp out in pain. Uncool. So off to the vet we went. Doc did a white blood cell count on her to make sure it wasn't a kidney infection. Nothing. So he's thinking it's either a kidney stone or a pulled muscle. She's on muscle relaxants for the next few days to see if that does the trick. If not, we'll have X-rays to see if a stone can be detected. Actually, she seems some better today, so maybe it's just a pulled muscle. Here's hoping. Either way, she'll be with Doc until Saturday 'cos we're boarding everyone tomorrow for our NYC trip.

After taking Sheba to the vet, we came back home for a short while, or what should have been a short while. Johnna came down for a visit in order to get our itinerary and confirm instructions on feeding the cats and opossums while we're away. While Aunt Tudi was chit-chatting with her, I fell asleep on the couch. I was having one of those bizarro narcolepsy attacks. So, instead of our leaving around 12 to go to pay some bills and run by Wal-Mart, we ended up leaving around 2 PM.

Aunt Tudi got herself a couple of really nice blouses and I got some make-up and panties (what a combo!). We got home a little after 4, at which time I jumped online and wrote my glowing report on Barry Andrews' voice. Then I jumped in the shower and off to Llew's I went, visiting shortly before 8. After spending a very pleasant hour and a half with him, I returned home and painted my nails for the first time in about 2 years. They are now a fantabulous purple!

So that was my day. Boring, eh? But it was productive and pleasant. That's all that matters in my ongoing quest for a stress-free existence.

**EDIT** Oh and I haven't written a stitch today, but I plan on getting some vampirage down before I leave tomorrow. Was thinking about taking the computer with me but....I don't want to take any risks. So I'm burning the tale onto a disc to take with me in the event something happens to the house (like fire, heaven forbid). ::firms nods::
tinhuviel: (Dave Matthews)
The last time I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 5:00. I never really got to sleep. My mind kept repeating the chorus to "Ring of Fire" over and over and over and over and over and overand over....and over.....

Am now having a hot chocolate with a spoon of freeze dried coffee in. It's mochalicious.

Also, I'm watching From Hell for the umpteenth hundredth time. While watching Johnny Depp prepare his laudanum and Absinthe mixture, I got to thinking of Demon Boy and how he lauded the wonders of Absinthe. Then I got to thinking about how he, too, was writing a vampire story. We had an inordinate amount of things in common, yet he frightened me beyond reason. Perhaps it's because I frighten myself.

So I linked From Hell to Demon Boy and Absinthe to vampires to Cadmus to my own sick psyche and there I am. That's how my mind works.

For instance, there's a new kitten on the hill. He's a ginger cat and has a half tail just like Smidgen. The difference is he's a boy and he can move his little stump. So I was thinking about what I could name him and I figured I should link him up with Smidgen since they're obviously related and he looks so much like her, not to mention he exhibits her own sweet nature. So I started out with "Smidgen" and thought "Pigeon" then "Stidgen" then "Sturgeon," so I named him Theodore. *wibble*

Upon viewing the lovely lobotomy in From Hell, I have decided that the Redeye Grandé is the modern equivalent to a Victorian brain procedure. I feel thoroughly lobotomised and am compelled to curl up in the corner of a filthy, feces strewn back room of an old English asylum.

My nose and toes are quite chilly, but the rest of me is comfy save for a pulled muscle in my left shoulder. Why is it always my left side that gives me problems? Sometimes I think that, if I could saw myself in half and dispose of my left side, I'd feel lots better.

Today's agenda: go pay bills and take Aunt Tudi to her lung doctor. I also need to run by the store and pick up a couple of things for the upcoming trip to NYC. I can't believe it's come up so quickly. Oh, and I need to write my homies at RCA and see what the plan is for next week. Verily must I meet the folks with whom I suffered so much terror in The Pit. We've much to discuss and we're due quite a few weeps on each other's shoulders. I wonder if they'll have Dave Matthews for me as a wee giftie? That'd be grand.
tinhuviel: (Surly Bear)
Aunt Tudi and I went home today, home to Asheville. The Blue Ridge Parkway had reopened, thankfully, so we were able to get up to Craggy Dome and pay our respects to Granny. While there, I walked the trail and finally got some photos of the Faerie realms that grace the Craggy Gardens. After the trip up the Parkway, Aunt Tudi and I went to downtown Asheville with intentions to visit Morrisons. Morrisons is an utterly delightful old-timey general store that sells native Appalachian goods, like the soap I bought, as well as nostalgic candies, toys, and crafts. We found one of [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake's birthday gifts here and I spied a cool thingie that I had to buy [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70. We also came upon a gigantic bucket of Bit-O-Honeys and bought about a half pound. YUM.

We're planning on going back home again next week, this time heading to Black Mountain to see if the A-Frame chalets are still standing, and to revisit some old haunts around Asheville, primarily Charlotte Street.

Very early this morning, around 3 AM I'd say, Aunt Tudi roused me excitedly. She told me that Sven was on the front porch eating cat food. I staggered to the other room to fetch the camera and eased myself outside. It wasn't Sven out there; rather, it was a very young opossum. I've named her Helga. And I got pictures. She didn't seem very afraid of me and she allowed me to get quite close before she hopped off the end of the porch. Aunt Tudi was appalled, but I was and am delighted. I think opossums are so damned cute!

I've not written a thing today and I doubt that I'll be writing anything before collapsing into bed. Tomorrow is another day, or so Scarlett says. Also, tomorrow, I shall be posting pictures from the Blue Ridge Parkway as well as pictures of Helga. I'd post them tonight, but I'm having difficulties uploading my photos to my Photobucket account and I'm really too weary to deal with it now. Sleep demands my attention.
tinhuviel: (Onslow)
It went well today. No testing for this portion of the workshop, and there won't be any testing for me tomorrow either. The reason for this is I'm not planning on being part of Smart Jobs, which is a quick run through school and a major push into the workforce within 2 months. I am instead going with a curriculum, which requires transcripts and the taking of either the ASSET or COMPASS test. So I won't have to be at the college until 10:30 tomorrow, but I'm still going to Sparkle City early. My aim is to be at the One Stop Center at 9 AM to get enrolled in the WIA program, which will help pay for my schooling for two years. Then I'll go finish up at the college and get home before 1 PM.

There are two hitches in my Master Plan.

  • Hitch #1: In order to have my schooling paid for, I'm pretty certain I have to attend Spartanburg Tech. This means no vet tech education until I'm in a better position to transfer schools and carry the burden of tuition myself. However, there is hope! STC has a medical technology program that sounds perfect. I get to play mad scientist and observe hideous human emissions through a microscope, but I don't have to deal with people that much. Also, the classes for medical technology sound an awful lot like the classes I'd need for veterinary technology, so I could probably transfer credits when I'm ready.

  • Hitch #2: STC's Spring Semester begins in January and ends in May. I checked the Spring Break schedule and it's from 3 through 7 of April. This will be when I can go to England. February is out because I'll be in school if everything now goes as planned. It's a bitch to have to postpone this again, but I don't see any way around it.

I'll find out more tomorrow regarding my options when it comes to going somewhere other than STC. ::firm nods::

In social news, I made a friend at the workshop today. Her name is Sherleen and she's refugee from New Orleans. She was one of the many folks who were placed in the Upstate. Sherleen was a school bus driver back in NO and she's thinking about going into early childhood development as she starts her new life in South Carolina. The poor woman was frozen stiff this morning and it was only in the low fifties. This dude Steve bought her a cup of hot chocolate. I would have, but the ATM I went by on the way to town was broken and I had no money. Anyway, I told Sherleen if there was anything I could do, just let me know. She said she would like to just hang with me during all this due process because she's just really unsure of everything, being displaced and losing so much. I feel for her. So, I think we're gonna be buds.

On my way home, I was behind a car with a rear tire swiftly losing air. I honked my horn at the driver and waved them over, rolling my window down to tell them of their misfortune. It's always best to catch a flat early, so your rim won't cut your rubber. Here's hoping she could get it patched and move along without having to buy a tire.

So that was my good deed for the day. Back to your regularly scheduled program of misanthropy and Sithliness.
tinhuviel: (Lambada)
I just booked mine and Aunt Tudi's trip to Zee Beeg Apple. I'm running approximately 2 months late with everything, thanks to fundage delays and unemployment obligation schedules, so the New York trip is now in November instead of the England trip, but the England trip is a definite for February barring any difficulties with fundage after the first of the year.

So we're gonna be in NYC for three days. I'm going to attempt to show Aunt Tudi all the sights she may want to see and hobnob with some label buddies. It's gonna be sweet, man, sweet!


Oct. 15th, 2005 09:16 pm
tinhuviel: (Ace Ventura Hairdo)
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 )
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
Saturday, right?

I'm so lost.

It's almost time to hit the road. Aunt Tudi is pissed off at me for not moving as quickly this morning as perhaps I should have. Gosh, I didn't realise we were on such a stringent schedule. Sometimes travelling with her can be a real bitch.

Earlier, I watched a Western movie with the Father Unit. It's the first Western, besides Blazing Saddles I've seen in almost 30 years. There was a scene that mirrored how I imagine my meeting with Barry Andrews will go. Judge Roy Bean had just been shot during a Lily Langtry show. The cowboy hero took him backstage to meet Lily before he died. After they were introduced, the Judge said, "It's a pleasure to meet you!" And then he dropped down dead.

Yep. I see parallels.

Okay. I'm not going to enjoy the drive home. I may or may not get back online today.

Coma Head

Oct. 14th, 2005 06:22 pm
tinhuviel: (Just Weird)
I went to bed at 11 last night and got up at 2:30 this afternoon. 2 fucking 30. During that time, I had bizarro dreams about being on the Voltron team and running a prison out of a warehouse, during which I hosed down the dangerous inmates' cells with red paint. There were many more dreams, dreams so intense and freaky that I could not wake up. Now I feel all weird and my eyes honestly look like this ~~ o.0 ~~ at least in my mind they do.

In a short while, I'm taking the family out for dinner. The Father Unit tends to act out at restaurants and behave like an ugly American, even though he's in America now. I am fully prepared to tell him to shut his pie-hole or pay for his own meal and walk home. He will swiftly tone it down and we can all enjoy a nice meal. It appears we're doing Mexican, although that can change instantly. Who knows?

Tomorrow we go home.

Home home home home home.

I'm such a hermit.

PS BB Burdie isn't a Budgie. He's a Parakeet. My bad.


Oct. 12th, 2005 01:39 pm
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
I'm in a weird space today. My head seems to be floating on a string about 2 feet away from my body. That's how it feels, anyway.

Aunt Tudi and I got up at 4:30 this morning and I had the brilliant idea that she should call Hampton Inn to make sure that old lady still worked there. I didn't think of this before, but sleep desperation (not deprivation, 'cos I'm getting lots of sleep) caused me to have that moment of clarity. So she called the hotel and, lo and behold! That old lady hasn't worked there in years.

So we went back to bed.

And I slept until 3 o'clock. THREE PM.

During that time, I dreamt that I was moving into a large house with my new family. It was almost like the Brady Bunch: half the kids belonged to him, half to her. I ended up sharing a room with [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn, but we wanted a different room that didn't get the afternoon sun because we were both so hot-natured. So we traded with two of the boys who had a pet Alpaca. The Alpaca wouldn't use the litter box, but was paper trained instead. While I was listening to the father bitch about the Alpaca and all the other animals in the house, we got word that one of the boys had had a sled accident. The sled had been designed by [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn, who had made the front too short for steering. I was explaining this to a social worker, using kleenex boxes as a model, and [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn curled up on the foot of her bed and pouted, feeling responsible. I told her not to worry about it, that we hadn't started our sled business yet. Then the Alpaca walked through our room. And that was the end of the dream. Oh, I should mentioned that [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn had a short little bob of a hair-do with curls that ended on her cheek bones. What this means, I don't know. But I dreamed it, so there you go.

I had some leftover spaghetti for breakfast/lunch/dinner and am hellbent on remaining nauseated and surly until LOST comes on tonight. After that, I'm going back to sleep with the full intention of getting up at a decent hour so Aunt Tudi and I can run off to the beach for a long, long while.

Amen and Hallelujah.

The time on this is screwy. I wrote it at 4:30, but the time says 1:39. I wasn't even AWAKE at 1:39. Screwy.
tinhuviel: (Thy Mama)
The Father and Stepmother Units have a room dedicated to nothing but their computers. It is from this room I send out my bleats for rescue. Right now, Mary is on her computer writing up a report for work and I'm on the Father Unit's computer behaving badly. The Father Unit is having a lie down and Aunt Tudi is wandering about aimlessly in another part of the house, having a deep conversation with BB Burdie.

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!
tinhuviel: (Eh wot?)
I can't log onto the Intarwebs on my lappy from the Father Unit's house. He no longer has Area Plus and all the access numbers available are long distance. Crapola! This means that I'm going to be woefully behind on my Friends Page because I can't hole myself up in the computer room the entire time I'm here. That would be rather rude, and I try not to be rather rude, only mildly rude as is in my Sith nature.

That said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE to anyone who has a birthday this next week. I don't have my LJ Client on which to lean to tell me when to wish someone a happy birthday, so please pardon my blanket well-wishes.

Also, if there are any posts you wish to which you wish to draw my attention, please put a link to the post in comments, and I'll most definitely check it out, k? K!

For my birthday, the Father Unit has bestowed upon me not only The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie, but also the old BBC series on DVD. Verily am I a happy camper and shall be overloading [livejournal.com profile] zbeb with numerous screen caps upon my victorious return to the domicile.

Pictures will also be forthcoming. Granny has grown up to be a beautiful and lush cat lady. Aunt Tudi and I will also be going to Sullivan's Island during the week to commune with Mother Ocean. Of the two oceans I've been blessed with beholding and touching (the Atlantic and the Pacific), I have to say that I'm quite partial to my dark grey Mama Atlantic. Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless East Coaster, but the Atlantic Ocean on a cloudy Autumn day makes me want to weep and sing Celtic dirges, but in a totally positive way.

Then again, seeing the beautiful water on LOST makes me want to run off to Hawaii and learn to play the ukelele. What a pipe dream that is.

Late Start

Oct. 8th, 2005 01:13 pm
tinhuviel: (Farce)
We haven't even left for Moncks Corner yet. It's getting ridiculous, so I decided to hop online. Projected time of departure is probably around 3:30 now. It's gonna be a long day.
tinhuviel: (Eh wot?)
Aunt Tudi and I made it home right at 9 PM. Even though I slept late this morning, I'm dog tired. And I have hiccups.

I got a note from B letting me know he is indeed interested in my piece on The Bed of Mysteries. Now I'm a little apprehensive showing it to him. I don't know why. I mean, I sent him the outline on Cadmus and then I *let him read* "The Embrace of Cadmus," so I shouldn't be concerned with showing him anything after that. But I am. I am because I'm El Fruitloop Supreme!

Tomorrow, it's back to The Pit. I'd say that I'd rather have millipedes crawl about upon my naked flesh than to return to The Pit, but that'd be a vicious lie. I'd much rather be in The Pit than to even have to look at a millipedes. Millipedes (and centipedes) are an abomination cubed times infinity.
tinhuviel: (Cads)
So the Father Unit is doing okay, better than originally thought, which is good. Right now, he and Aunt Tudi are taking a nap. Mary is making pork roast and, already, it smells heavenly. Pork isn't my friend, though, so I'll be sticking mostly with the roasted veggies.

The trip down here was quite uneventful and very pleasant. I drug out all the Shriek CDs and listened to one after the other. It had been longer than I care to admit since I'd sat down with Shriekback and really listened. I got reacquainted with "Only Thing That Shines," which was always one of my favourites from Oil and Gold. Barry essentially whispers the entire song, making the delivery very intimate and...uhm...frightening. Yeah.

upon a sacred mission )
The trip back home will comprise of immersing myself in even more Shriekback and perhaps a bit of Illuminati and solo Barry as well. I think this is my preparing myself for The Meeting in November.

If the Father Unit feels up to it later, I'm going to introduce him and Mary to Eddie Izzard. They've never seen him before, so this shall be quite fun.
tinhuviel: (Mr. Tiscic)
It's 8:30. At 9, we're heading for Moncks Corner to go see the Father Unit. If all goes okay, I'll be back by tomorrow evening.

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