Fandom: Original
Setting: Deedee’s/Camino’s yard
Summary: Camino makes some decisions. But Brite doesn’t know what they are yet.
Rating: R for language
Owned by: Me
Rainbow Brite & El Camino Part 9b
Soup and Dusk
Camino positioned himself propped up on the arm on the old leather lazy boy in front of Deedee’s T.V. He immediately regretted the move feeling hard wood chafe him where the upholstery was torn. The camera swiveled into position in between him and the entrance to the room, locking onto his face. It watched motionless as he worked his tongue inside his thick lips, giving his face a chiseled somewhat skeletal other worldly appearance. Then it seemed to come to life with a noticeable blink, and shut off.
That’s freaky. Thought Brite. There’s that weird feeling we’re being watched again. Huh. I must be inhaling too many fumes.
What she said was, “Hey Jagger Junior.” “What’s with the thinking man stance over there?”
“Yeah, don’t hurt yourself, drifter.” Deedee laughed as she enunciated the words. It made her feel foreign, but she was disrespectful before and wanted to repair that in some small way.
“Not here. But later.”
“Okay.”Deedee sent them off shortly thereafter with a wave, a smile and a heavy sigh
“Child, they is not gon‘ make it.” she said, as they exited her yard.
He steered the car toward Fort Lonesome, the camera capturing two gently rolling heads as they headed down the road at dusk. Purples, pinks and oranges coloring the sky in soft watercolors as the sun went down again.
When they left Deedee’s that afternoon, something was foreboding. Pressing, like weighted down air. Thick planks of the element surrounding their heads. Brite could tell and she wasn’t the type to wait things out type. He had driven to his mother’s house with her but was silent. She came to the door with a suitcase in 1 hand, some cash in her other. She gave him a teary smile and a hug but also said nothing.
Like mother like son I guess. Brite looked at him with eyebrows knotted through the caked windshield.
Camino bounded from the steps with a smile and wave of his own. He put the suitcase in the car’s bed and walked back around to the driver’s side. But before that he caught a glint off the yellow pinstripe on the side of the vehicle. It was extra long due to the extended cab which was implemented to make room for the back seat. At least the bullshit story he told Brite. The truth was he wanted that stripe to be just the right length. And damn if it wasn’t. He smiled to himself with his head down. Shit. Let me get in a good look since this is the last time.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 9a
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Camino/Brite
Setting: Camino’s head/Deedee’s living room
Summary: Camino looks inward and doesn’t like what he sees.
Rating: V for violent depictions or NC-17 if you prefer.
Owned by: Me. Duh.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 9a
Camino sat in the wobbly chair in Deedee’s kitchen, balancing himself with his left leg extended outward on the scarred linoleum floor. Although used today for a specific purpose, it was a familiar posture. His mother used to pick on him over it. Then when he started “bringing that Bright girl around” as she called it, she thought it was cruel the way he forced her to balance there. It was like he was a broom horse on an incline and admittedly he got off on it. The way she fall off his leg sideways, pitching over. Then in a desperate attempt to catch herself she’d get all wide eyed, put her hands out and either bend her fingers back, roll her shoulder, or land on her face or head. He honestly thought it was funny until he saw blood. Bumps. Bruises. Hitching or limping.
His own capacity for causing pain was shocking, true.
But why did she put up with it? Why would anyone?
He watched Deedee and Brite in the living room chattering on about nothing as women do. Deedee proudly solved a puzzle on “Wheel of Fortune.”
The camera leaving his minds’ eye and the memories to sit and taunt him.
He dumped the remains of his soup, rinsing the bowl and placing it in the sink. He followed the wide angled lens as it entered the dusty room, motes floating visibly in the light shafts cast into the room through the windows.
This place needs ventilation. He thought. And a humidifier. Suddenly I can’t breathe. Shit dude. What the puck is wrong with me? Are panic attacks like germs?
Pairing: Camino/Brite
Setting: Camino’s head/Deedee’s living room
Summary: Camino looks inward and doesn’t like what he sees.
Rating: V for violent depictions or NC-17 if you prefer.
Owned by: Me. Duh.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 9a
Camino sat in the wobbly chair in Deedee’s kitchen, balancing himself with his left leg extended outward on the scarred linoleum floor. Although used today for a specific purpose, it was a familiar posture. His mother used to pick on him over it. Then when he started “bringing that Bright girl around” as she called it, she thought it was cruel the way he forced her to balance there. It was like he was a broom horse on an incline and admittedly he got off on it. The way she fall off his leg sideways, pitching over. Then in a desperate attempt to catch herself she’d get all wide eyed, put her hands out and either bend her fingers back, roll her shoulder, or land on her face or head. He honestly thought it was funny until he saw blood. Bumps. Bruises. Hitching or limping.
His own capacity for causing pain was shocking, true.
But why did she put up with it? Why would anyone?
He watched Deedee and Brite in the living room chattering on about nothing as women do. Deedee proudly solved a puzzle on “Wheel of Fortune.”
The camera leaving his minds’ eye and the memories to sit and taunt him.
He dumped the remains of his soup, rinsing the bowl and placing it in the sink. He followed the wide angled lens as it entered the dusty room, motes floating visibly in the light shafts cast into the room through the windows.
This place needs ventilation. He thought. And a humidifier. Suddenly I can’t breathe. Shit dude. What the puck is wrong with me? Are panic attacks like germs?
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Rainbow Brite And EL Camino pt. 9
A/N-This is my original fic. A little off my game folks. No camera references for this part. As if you missed them that much.
Fandom: Original
Summary: Camino sees himself in (stay with me here, folks) cheap furniture.
Setting: Deedee’s kitchen, following Subway.
Rating: Dare I say R? There is swearing.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 9
“You.” Deedee said, snapping her finger at Brite. “Back inside.”
“You Mr.” “Go back the way you came and return with her precious tuna samich. And I’ll consider letting you in for lunch.”
“It’s right there.” He pointed behind him to the front seat.
“A whole one, dragster.” She clarified, exaggerating the last word, smacking her lips shut.
“Drifter, Deed. Drifter.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
“Whatever, racer boy. “Better work on the attitude. I hear the Japanese don’t like Americans. So holier than thou an‘ all.”
How did she know about his plans to Drift in Japan? Brite! There’s hope yet!
Camino saluted the Senegalese goddess, opened the car door and backed out.
“And wash the frekking car! She paid enough for it!”
Yeah. Yeah. Bitch.
He had brought back the whole sandwich as requested, was rewarded with entry and a bowl of soup.
He gingerly laid the oatmeal raisin cookie on Deedee’s scarred linoleum countertop.
“Gimmee dat!” She squealed, snatching it up, wax paper and all. Peeling the wrapper back. She took a healthy bite.
God, he hated trailers. So oppressive. Parks full of people other people forgot about. The sick. The addicted. The poor. The handicapped. The mentally ill. And these were their place to convene. To land. Maybe die. Hopelessness? Now that was in abundance.
He couldn’t help but look at Brite as the thought cruised by, like lights on the highway at night Blurry trails streaming as he tried his damnedest not to lose consciousness on his way home. Long days at his dad’s diner before he quit. Long days were the same no matter what you did or where you came from. He did a short stint at a shipping yard. Almost made it to crane operator too. But his boss was an asshole. So he quit that as well. Maybe I’m just an asshole and a quitter. The gravity of his own actions fully hitting him then. Brite is guilty here too though. She basically paid for me to stay, right?
“Sit down,” was mouthed, though the mouth it came from was full.
Deedee motioned toward and equally beat up table with a wobbly chair.
He did as told, mindful of how he bared his weight.
He felt sorry for the chair and himself.
Camino internalized as he peeled his tires.
Fandom: Original
Summary: Camino sees himself in (stay with me here, folks) cheap furniture.
Setting: Deedee’s kitchen, following Subway.
Rating: Dare I say R? There is swearing.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 9
“You.” Deedee said, snapping her finger at Brite. “Back inside.”
“You Mr.” “Go back the way you came and return with her precious tuna samich. And I’ll consider letting you in for lunch.”
“It’s right there.” He pointed behind him to the front seat.
“A whole one, dragster.” She clarified, exaggerating the last word, smacking her lips shut.
“Drifter, Deed. Drifter.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
“Whatever, racer boy. “Better work on the attitude. I hear the Japanese don’t like Americans. So holier than thou an‘ all.”
How did she know about his plans to Drift in Japan? Brite! There’s hope yet!
Camino saluted the Senegalese goddess, opened the car door and backed out.
“And wash the frekking car! She paid enough for it!”
Yeah. Yeah. Bitch.
He had brought back the whole sandwich as requested, was rewarded with entry and a bowl of soup.
He gingerly laid the oatmeal raisin cookie on Deedee’s scarred linoleum countertop.
“Gimmee dat!” She squealed, snatching it up, wax paper and all. Peeling the wrapper back. She took a healthy bite.
God, he hated trailers. So oppressive. Parks full of people other people forgot about. The sick. The addicted. The poor. The handicapped. The mentally ill. And these were their place to convene. To land. Maybe die. Hopelessness? Now that was in abundance.
He couldn’t help but look at Brite as the thought cruised by, like lights on the highway at night Blurry trails streaming as he tried his damnedest not to lose consciousness on his way home. Long days at his dad’s diner before he quit. Long days were the same no matter what you did or where you came from. He did a short stint at a shipping yard. Almost made it to crane operator too. But his boss was an asshole. So he quit that as well. Maybe I’m just an asshole and a quitter. The gravity of his own actions fully hitting him then. Brite is guilty here too though. She basically paid for me to stay, right?
“Sit down,” was mouthed, though the mouth it came from was full.
Deedee motioned toward and equally beat up table with a wobbly chair.
He did as told, mindful of how he bared his weight.
He felt sorry for the chair and himself.
Camino internalized as he peeled his tires.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Top 10
Here's my list. Enjoy.
1.) Sara's missing. She's been mia for almost a wk. She's not prone to missing meals or not tending to her babies. Mom is upset with me for allowing management (which has changed again, sigh.) to take them but she refused to put her foot down and tell my bro he can't make executive decisions. She wanted to bring them inside and feed them until they were on solids and so did I. But she woundn't tell him (he prefers the leave them outside and let nature take its course method, which i strongly object to) so I let them take them with the promise of food, heathcare and shelter. And that was that. I told them both it was about time I had a say. This is little misses 3rd litter and I wasn't going to sit there and do nothing this time. They're up at the office being fed and cared for. Not wandering around or into the road calling for mommy becuz they're scared or hungry. Not getting squashed by cars coming home from work or getting soaked by tropical downpours. Not dying from heat exhaustion. So you know what? I did the right thing, damn it.
2.) I still believe Sarah is somwhere in the park. Other people fed her here before we took her in.
3.) I bought bro's birthday cake because oven's and I are mortal enemies (I refuse to elaborate and you can't make me) and it truly sux to have to bake your own birthday cake. Even if you pull the whole blah blah blah I'm an adult and my birthday doesn't matter stoopybooshy. It's nice to be acknowledged anyway.
4.) I saw 2 dragon flies, a person throw up twice and 2 kids on skateboards walking their dogs.
5,) Am now reading All Together Dead from the true blood series. I forgot which number that is but I
finished the one before that in 3 days.
6.) No name is causing problems again.
7.) Mom noticed I was sick after the fact. And I quote, "Are you constipated? Your face is all red."
Fever blisters are such a joy too. That explains the reading marathon though. Tecniquically it was during. But whatever. I was already treating the problem.
8.) Went grocery shopping with mom yesterday and actually had fun. One of us is usually stressed over money or being out in particular. So that was a nice change.
9.) Thought about expanding my tattoo with a sward through the middle and wings on my shoulders.
10.) Broke my crutch cuff and now the other is loose. The screws rusted. But I know how. Anyway my bro fixed it with a plastic tie. One end rusted off the bottom one this time on my untied crutch. I either wait for the rusted screw to fall out and then tie it or tape the busted screw in. (Duct tape, baby.)
1.) Sara's missing. She's been mia for almost a wk. She's not prone to missing meals or not tending to her babies. Mom is upset with me for allowing management (which has changed again, sigh.) to take them but she refused to put her foot down and tell my bro he can't make executive decisions. She wanted to bring them inside and feed them until they were on solids and so did I. But she woundn't tell him (he prefers the leave them outside and let nature take its course method, which i strongly object to) so I let them take them with the promise of food, heathcare and shelter. And that was that. I told them both it was about time I had a say. This is little misses 3rd litter and I wasn't going to sit there and do nothing this time. They're up at the office being fed and cared for. Not wandering around or into the road calling for mommy becuz they're scared or hungry. Not getting squashed by cars coming home from work or getting soaked by tropical downpours. Not dying from heat exhaustion. So you know what? I did the right thing, damn it.
2.) I still believe Sarah is somwhere in the park. Other people fed her here before we took her in.
3.) I bought bro's birthday cake because oven's and I are mortal enemies (I refuse to elaborate and you can't make me) and it truly sux to have to bake your own birthday cake. Even if you pull the whole blah blah blah I'm an adult and my birthday doesn't matter stoopybooshy. It's nice to be acknowledged anyway.
4.) I saw 2 dragon flies, a person throw up twice and 2 kids on skateboards walking their dogs.
5,) Am now reading All Together Dead from the true blood series. I forgot which number that is but I
finished the one before that in 3 days.
6.) No name is causing problems again.
7.) Mom noticed I was sick after the fact. And I quote, "Are you constipated? Your face is all red."
Fever blisters are such a joy too. That explains the reading marathon though. Tecniquically it was during. But whatever. I was already treating the problem.
8.) Went grocery shopping with mom yesterday and actually had fun. One of us is usually stressed over money or being out in particular. So that was a nice change.
9.) Thought about expanding my tattoo with a sward through the middle and wings on my shoulders.
10.) Broke my crutch cuff and now the other is loose. The screws rusted. But I know how. Anyway my bro fixed it with a plastic tie. One end rusted off the bottom one this time on my untied crutch. I either wait for the rusted screw to fall out and then tie it or tape the busted screw in. (Duct tape, baby.)
Monday, August 23, 2010
Real Life or as much as I can say about it
Ok, it’s been forever since I blogged. So much so that apparently the war ended in my absence. Lol.
Inappropriate humor aside, I’ve been conflicted to say the least. Real Life can really be a bitch sometimes. For those of you that need the info, I will use these letters RL when referring to things concerning that subject matter from now on. We’re having family issues. That’s cryptic. I know. But necessary.
My mother had plans to get 2 of my pieces Things Unseen and Rain framed for my birthday. I chose them at random because going through everything was too complicated. RL happened however and she may need that money for a plane ticket. Sick family members are definitely more important. But she’s being stubborn. So they’re still in her room. Lol. There are other things in regards to RL going on, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about them right now.
I’m still waiting to see what happens with CANVAS after having sent in my app or application several times now. I have no idea whether it’s been received in it’s entirety or in parts. The curators are busy organizing a show and a film festival and while I do understand this, at times it feels like they don’t care enough to at least give me a heads up. I also can’t badger them constantly. There are politics involved. It’s frustrating and I assure you it’s not for lack of effort on my part. So true to form, I will likely not find anything out until the very last minute. All I do know is that I’m tired of the negativity associated with worrying about it. So I haven’t checked my email either. I did send in a thanks but no thanks to one of the curators regarding the festival. The knew I had a film. But not what was in it. You know? I feel FREAK would need some extreme editing and thus so my artistic integrity would be in question. And frankly, I made that film for me and not necessarily for the masses.
I have been painting the way I did back in the day. Frantic all day sessions. My camera is still broken, so unless you want webcam pics where you have to squint and guess what you’re looking at, you won’t be seeing them. But I will say I had forgotten what it was like. Not knowing what day it is and actually wondering why my eyes and head hurts. But mostly I’m finishing things I started months ago. During the lapse I wrote. So that’s just a different creative focus.
I’ll be back with a list in my next entry. Bye.
Inappropriate humor aside, I’ve been conflicted to say the least. Real Life can really be a bitch sometimes. For those of you that need the info, I will use these letters RL when referring to things concerning that subject matter from now on. We’re having family issues. That’s cryptic. I know. But necessary.
My mother had plans to get 2 of my pieces Things Unseen and Rain framed for my birthday. I chose them at random because going through everything was too complicated. RL happened however and she may need that money for a plane ticket. Sick family members are definitely more important. But she’s being stubborn. So they’re still in her room. Lol. There are other things in regards to RL going on, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about them right now.
I’m still waiting to see what happens with CANVAS after having sent in my app or application several times now. I have no idea whether it’s been received in it’s entirety or in parts. The curators are busy organizing a show and a film festival and while I do understand this, at times it feels like they don’t care enough to at least give me a heads up. I also can’t badger them constantly. There are politics involved. It’s frustrating and I assure you it’s not for lack of effort on my part. So true to form, I will likely not find anything out until the very last minute. All I do know is that I’m tired of the negativity associated with worrying about it. So I haven’t checked my email either. I did send in a thanks but no thanks to one of the curators regarding the festival. The knew I had a film. But not what was in it. You know? I feel FREAK would need some extreme editing and thus so my artistic integrity would be in question. And frankly, I made that film for me and not necessarily for the masses.
I have been painting the way I did back in the day. Frantic all day sessions. My camera is still broken, so unless you want webcam pics where you have to squint and guess what you’re looking at, you won’t be seeing them. But I will say I had forgotten what it was like. Not knowing what day it is and actually wondering why my eyes and head hurts. But mostly I’m finishing things I started months ago. During the lapse I wrote. So that’s just a different creative focus.
I’ll be back with a list in my next entry. Bye.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
That's Right, I Forgot
I’m not sure I should write about this. It’s the whole stoopybooshy thing again. The school thing did not pan out. It has taken this long for me to get over my own disappointment. And no, I don’t want to talk about it. There’s really no point. I do know better. Nothing comes to me easily. So I’ve been sleeping a lot during the day again. I’m depressed and why should you care? You’ve got your own problems and I get that, which is why you haven’t seen me posting a lot lately.
But on an up note, a few weeks ago, I wore a new outfit when I went to the store. One mom bought because all my clothes get stained pits and knees. That’s just reality folks. My stuff gets well used at least. Anyway, I manage to start functioning at sundown, which is in fact my “normal” pattern. I just didn’t know I could be awake during daylight hours till I started doing it with some regularity. I made it through high school on sheer determination, caffeine and virtually no sleep. Often, my class mates misinterpreted my mental fog for being under the influence.
They’d ask what I was on and if they could have some.
When I explained that I was sleep deprived, they’d exclaim, “Damn, maybe I should try that!”
So I do know what I’m talking about. I’m angry because I’m back to my old self and because I try and get nowhere. Oh, sorry. I skipped ahead.
So I was going to the store. I get just outside the park, headed toward Sweetbay, which is the shortest distance away since I’m fighting daylight. You know the whole handicapped after dark thing? Yeah, it’s stupid but people are still ignorant. And knowing what I do I have to play things a certain way. Because again, that’s reality.
I’m just outside the park when this dude pulls up beside me in a red pick up truck. At 1st, he just drives past me, right? But then he backs up and rolls down his window.
Now normally, I’d already be pissed off and in that all too familiar “No, I don’t need a ride!” mode.
People don’t realize that they’re actually making things worse by stopping me and asking questions, see? It only slows me down.
But this time was different. I knew he stopped because of the way I looked. I had on blue capris with a pink belt with a red shirt with a v neck in the back that had a lace overlay. My hair is still really long, but looks better up. Besides, this is Florida, it’s hot and I’m not stupid. It was 106 on the 1st day of summer here and the ac broke too. On days like that I have mom put my hair up.
I had it in a simple ponytail and it was thrown over my shoulder. And this guy stopped because he was looking. It’s been awhile since that happened and it was kind of kewl. I actually forgot I could be cute.
Went through a seriously condensed catalog of 20 yrs of writing. Had to convert the files. Finally finished 2
hrs ago. Damn, dude. I forgot how melodramatic I can be. Jeez!
Maybe it’s the birthday blues. I always hated it. Don’t believe me? I should post my 2nd birthday pic, Lol.
Damn it. Mom’s going to post that on her face book page now.
OMG! I shit you not! On MSN’s homepage right now: Tired? 6 tips for a more restful sleep.
GASP!
But on an up note, a few weeks ago, I wore a new outfit when I went to the store. One mom bought because all my clothes get stained pits and knees. That’s just reality folks. My stuff gets well used at least. Anyway, I manage to start functioning at sundown, which is in fact my “normal” pattern. I just didn’t know I could be awake during daylight hours till I started doing it with some regularity. I made it through high school on sheer determination, caffeine and virtually no sleep. Often, my class mates misinterpreted my mental fog for being under the influence.
They’d ask what I was on and if they could have some.
When I explained that I was sleep deprived, they’d exclaim, “Damn, maybe I should try that!”
So I do know what I’m talking about. I’m angry because I’m back to my old self and because I try and get nowhere. Oh, sorry. I skipped ahead.
So I was going to the store. I get just outside the park, headed toward Sweetbay, which is the shortest distance away since I’m fighting daylight. You know the whole handicapped after dark thing? Yeah, it’s stupid but people are still ignorant. And knowing what I do I have to play things a certain way. Because again, that’s reality.
I’m just outside the park when this dude pulls up beside me in a red pick up truck. At 1st, he just drives past me, right? But then he backs up and rolls down his window.
Now normally, I’d already be pissed off and in that all too familiar “No, I don’t need a ride!” mode.
People don’t realize that they’re actually making things worse by stopping me and asking questions, see? It only slows me down.
But this time was different. I knew he stopped because of the way I looked. I had on blue capris with a pink belt with a red shirt with a v neck in the back that had a lace overlay. My hair is still really long, but looks better up. Besides, this is Florida, it’s hot and I’m not stupid. It was 106 on the 1st day of summer here and the ac broke too. On days like that I have mom put my hair up.
I had it in a simple ponytail and it was thrown over my shoulder. And this guy stopped because he was looking. It’s been awhile since that happened and it was kind of kewl. I actually forgot I could be cute.
Went through a seriously condensed catalog of 20 yrs of writing. Had to convert the files. Finally finished 2
hrs ago. Damn, dude. I forgot how melodramatic I can be. Jeez!
Maybe it’s the birthday blues. I always hated it. Don’t believe me? I should post my 2nd birthday pic, Lol.
Damn it. Mom’s going to post that on her face book page now.
OMG! I shit you not! On MSN’s homepage right now: Tired? 6 tips for a more restful sleep.
GASP!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Never mind that
Ok so ... ai's Tampa branch doesn't have online classes. I want to work at my own pace and on my own schedule. The less pressured I feel the better I am likely to perform. I find this out after having settled into the idea of going back to school. Which sux. I really wanted to go there. I have their awesome brochure and nothing to show for it. I'll try the University of Phoenix next. Although I find their questionare unbarably long and kind of unnecessary. I went to Phoenix's website before I hit up ai. Shoulda stuck around it seems, eh? I know better. I never get anything on the 1st try. Lol.
I'm a bit disapoointed about the setback. The longer I have to wait the more complacent I'll get. So by the time fall session starts I should be good and worked up and thus so, driving a certain innocent parental unit crazy. WARNING! EARTH TO SAID PARENTAL UNIT!
Apparently I have to choose my major 1st. Which sux thrice. That means no animation or web design. Which leaves digital film/video. That is if the same options are available through Phoenix. Their course list seemed vague. I'm also worried about where the friggon $'s gonna come from to do this. But never mind that. Lol.
I have lists I have to create. I need art supplies and a camera/parts. Which sux again. Because then I have to remember where I write them down.
Oh! I found out I wasn't clicking enough on motion's website. There are 15 million festivals to scroll through. So I'm going to recheck on that. Still almost certain FREAK is disqualified though for reasons I outlined in my previous entry. But I will look. Never know.
Saw UP, AVATAR, SHERLOCK HOLMES (love me some Guy Ritchie) and THIS IS IT on netflix. Pretty good. This is it made me tear up. I miss Michael. What a highly talented and creative genius. And it would seem, villified and misunderstood. And now I shall watch Spartacus so my brother will finally quit bugging me about it. But 1 epi at a time, damn it. None of this 48 hr watch every epi in a row crap. I don't care how good it is. My attention span's not as long as it used to be.
I figured out why I don't like Lady Gaga. She's like a cross between Madonna (love her) and Marilyn Manson. And while that's great, these girls, (Christina 2) have no politics are true agenda. And maybe Madgie is guilty of sometimes having a big mouth, being uber assertive and opinionated, (which can get annoying) at least she always had something to say. And I definitely respect that.
I think the special TLC'S running on MJ's kids is a mistake. They deserve their privacy and room to breathe/mourn. Besides, it's just too soon. It's like when Bill Marr dressed as The Crocodile Hunter complete with stingray sticking out of his chest that year. Whether for Haloween or not, it was just innapropriate. I could see them checking in when the kids are a little older. But come on. Now? Really, guys?! The BP OIL SPILL and Joran Vandersloot. WTF, people! What else should I say? Outrage doesn't cover it.
Venice season 2 won't start until like Dec. Sux quatro. But I'm half way through true blood blood book 5. aka Definitely Dead with Quinn.
And I'm off. Bye ya'll!
I'm a bit disapoointed about the setback. The longer I have to wait the more complacent I'll get. So by the time fall session starts I should be good and worked up and thus so, driving a certain innocent parental unit crazy. WARNING! EARTH TO SAID PARENTAL UNIT!
Apparently I have to choose my major 1st. Which sux thrice. That means no animation or web design. Which leaves digital film/video. That is if the same options are available through Phoenix. Their course list seemed vague. I'm also worried about where the friggon $'s gonna come from to do this. But never mind that. Lol.
I have lists I have to create. I need art supplies and a camera/parts. Which sux again. Because then I have to remember where I write them down.
Oh! I found out I wasn't clicking enough on motion's website. There are 15 million festivals to scroll through. So I'm going to recheck on that. Still almost certain FREAK is disqualified though for reasons I outlined in my previous entry. But I will look. Never know.
Saw UP, AVATAR, SHERLOCK HOLMES (love me some Guy Ritchie) and THIS IS IT on netflix. Pretty good. This is it made me tear up. I miss Michael. What a highly talented and creative genius. And it would seem, villified and misunderstood. And now I shall watch Spartacus so my brother will finally quit bugging me about it. But 1 epi at a time, damn it. None of this 48 hr watch every epi in a row crap. I don't care how good it is. My attention span's not as long as it used to be.
I figured out why I don't like Lady Gaga. She's like a cross between Madonna (love her) and Marilyn Manson. And while that's great, these girls, (Christina 2) have no politics are true agenda. And maybe Madgie is guilty of sometimes having a big mouth, being uber assertive and opinionated, (which can get annoying) at least she always had something to say. And I definitely respect that.
I think the special TLC'S running on MJ's kids is a mistake. They deserve their privacy and room to breathe/mourn. Besides, it's just too soon. It's like when Bill Marr dressed as The Crocodile Hunter complete with stingray sticking out of his chest that year. Whether for Haloween or not, it was just innapropriate. I could see them checking in when the kids are a little older. But come on. Now? Really, guys?! The BP OIL SPILL and Joran Vandersloot. WTF, people! What else should I say? Outrage doesn't cover it.
Venice season 2 won't start until like Dec. Sux quatro. But I'm half way through true blood blood book 5. aka Definitely Dead with Quinn.
And I'm off. Bye ya'll!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
That's Why You're Finding Out Now
Sry about the long wait ya'll. When I'm depressed I don't blog. So anyway, here's what happened. I knew I'd be hearing from Bobby or Mike about Canvas 6 soon. I was beginning to feel that itch, if ya know what I mean. I had this huge flippin blow up. Trust me it was ugly. Ask my poor brother. My camera battery charger or battery or both quit. I had plans to shoot pics for the show this year. I mean sprcifically and I was actually excited about it. Proud that I had in fact planned something out instead of just throwing something together. Which is what made me so d*mn mad about it. So 2 friggon days later I get this email from Bobby about their new film project/show called motion. Bobby only knows I have a film. Not what kind of film it is. So based on the rules, no sacriligion or pornography FREAK is automatically disqualified. Even though I'm pretty sure based on my footage that it's open to interpretation, somehow I don't think a church is the appropriate setting for my little flick that could. There is nudity and it is jarring to say the least. Beyond that, they don't accept digital formats yet. So I have to shoot off a thanks but no thanks maybe next year note in the next couple days.
I have completed work. Even completed paintings from this year.A large back log in fact. But nothing felt right. The idea of doing something specifically for 6 really turned me on. So as you could imagine, the come down was even worse. I mean, seriously. Sh*t dude.
There were family issues afoot, so I figured we were moving again. That had my completely derailed. I dismissed any plans (including taking a class and learning to drive.) (Doris, hit the brakes on ye old encouragement train. I'm still working thru this in my brain. I haven't clicked the links yet either. Schooling is hard for me and you know this. So don't email me any info either. If I do this, it's on my terms. I mean it, Miss. I will freak the frek out, ok? Thank you. That's why your finding out now, instead of last wk.) I had and was preparing the fall out shelter accordingly. But mom basically kicked my ass until I changed my mind. So maybe another week passes and I sent in 3 of my graphic designs instead. At which point mom handed me back my ass cheeks.
In between I'd been sick with another bad bout of IBS. The last 2 were basically back to back and I turned beat red and developed what my mom thought to be a fever blister. Those things are gross. Yay. Good times.
Bye!
I have completed work. Even completed paintings from this year.A large back log in fact. But nothing felt right. The idea of doing something specifically for 6 really turned me on. So as you could imagine, the come down was even worse. I mean, seriously. Sh*t dude.
There were family issues afoot, so I figured we were moving again. That had my completely derailed. I dismissed any plans (including taking a class and learning to drive.) (Doris, hit the brakes on ye old encouragement train. I'm still working thru this in my brain. I haven't clicked the links yet either. Schooling is hard for me and you know this. So don't email me any info either. If I do this, it's on my terms. I mean it, Miss. I will freak the frek out, ok? Thank you. That's why your finding out now, instead of last wk.) I had and was preparing the fall out shelter accordingly. But mom basically kicked my ass until I changed my mind. So maybe another week passes and I sent in 3 of my graphic designs instead. At which point mom handed me back my ass cheeks.
In between I'd been sick with another bad bout of IBS. The last 2 were basically back to back and I turned beat red and developed what my mom thought to be a fever blister. Those things are gross. Yay. Good times.
Bye!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Incidents And Situations
It started out innocently enough. I was on facebook. Then it happened. FARMVILLE. No! Lol.
Seriously. That was funny, right?
I started getting weirded out and then depressed a few wks ago. I'm getting all these facebook requests from people I went to grade school with. That doesn't sound bad. I know. But most of them hated me then.
So wtf is going on? Did I wake up in an alternate universe? Is someone punking me? Are these people delusional?
Then I went to the store for mom at sav-a-lot which is a store where they don't pack your groceries which makes the inventory cheaper. Well, I have this back pack. I carry it when I go out most of the time so I can carry things. At sav-a-lot you have to bring your own bags or ask for a box. I've been going there for months. The new security guard dude actually told me I had to leave my bag up front. Then he tried to force me to use the scooter. So I left and went to Sweetbay. Listen. I get it. They don't want you stealing. But I always stand in line with my damn bag, ok? I put it up on the check out counter, for god sakes. And besides, wtf does he think I'll do? Fill my bag and run? In fact, back packs and bicycles are pretty common around here these days. So if I didn't know better I'd think Mr. Security was profiling me.
I can just picture it. The call to the Tampa Police. "Yes. The suspect has really long hair, glasses and ran away on crutches!"
Right.
Not sure whether this pic is appropriate for facebook or not but why risk it? You cant tell it's NC-17 unless you look for it anyway.
I posted a comment on incandescent fire recently and was gently reprimanded according to the webmaster. I've seen much more explicit/offensive comments on there than what I put up but never reported anyone. Why? Because people who do that have way too much time on their hands. I could have quoted several excerpts in my own defense, but didn't because that's childish. But I will say this. The people there are acting like I posted anti-gay rhetoric and that's ridiculous. Now they're sending me nasty comments and there's no 'delete my account' button. I was simply expressing my frustration over the amount of bad fic being posted and the whole incident turned into a situation. The betas or proof readers should care more about the quality of the stories being posted. But whatever. Why should I care about whether these so called authors can put a complete sentence together or not? My bad. So now, I have to sign in as invisible and the words 1600's and witch hunt come to mind.
Hey guys. Sry. I know it been forever since I blogged. But the thing is I've been depressed. And I kept thinking that no one wants to hear about my stupid ass problems and or psychosis. So I've tried to do anything but blog it. I've stared at all these freaking canvases that aren't finished wondering if I'm going to be scrambling for canvas 6. I have to start nosing around. I have to get in touch with Bobby and Michael and start bugging them and I hate that part of the process. With a freaking vengence. I feel like the shy kid at the back of the class.
"Excuse me?" "Sir?"
Anyway.
Sarah had her kittens. 1 died. She hides her favorite and the other 2 are out in the open. My brother made a unilateral decision and put them outside before they were done nursing. Which means the park kids are here constantly fooling around with them, picking them up and such. So I have to play crochety neighbor lady who yells out the window and I hate it. They're about a month old now.
So yeah I know that there are more relevant issues in this world. Like the recent car bomb attempt in NYC. And the economy and the healthcare crisis and Iraq and Obama's approval rating.
Not my stoopybooshy.
(And right about now mom is clapping her hands and laughing because I used our inside joke.)
I wrote tons of poems in my head recently. Only actually wrote 1 down. And that 1 sucked just as bad as the rest of them.
In the midst of my self induced but sudden misery I found this old sketch I did on news print that every time I see it now I think about coloring in even tho it sort of already was. I didn't want to screw it up by over doing it. It was during my fascination with grafitti and if you look for it you'll see the influence. The pic was taken after several markers went dry and I had to go buy more black. I did some more work on it today so I'll have to post another pic. Too tired now. Need coffee. Mom and D-you have been warned. It's not finished. So no complaints later.
My cd player is shot. It's old and very well used so it's kewl. But also annoying because the speakers are still good. Damn it. Don't you hate it when stuff like that happens?? I know! I do too. And I can use my shiny new dvd drive or the dvd player. So it's fine. I just hate to waste an excellent set of speakers. That's all. (pouts and sticks bottom lip out.)
Finished book 4 of the True Blood series. Started book 5 where Sookie hooks up with a tiger. Oooh. Relax people! Get your minds out of te gutter! He's a shifter. Goes from human to animal. Ok?
Venice Season 2 isdue to start anytime now, season 1 out on dvd and the show was voted best web series for 2009. So I should be happy.
But I'm still in a funk.
I started getting weirded out and then depressed a few wks ago. I'm getting all these facebook requests from people I went to grade school with. That doesn't sound bad. I know. But most of them hated me then.
So wtf is going on? Did I wake up in an alternate universe? Is someone punking me? Are these people delusional?
Then I went to the store for mom at sav-a-lot which is a store where they don't pack your groceries which makes the inventory cheaper. Well, I have this back pack. I carry it when I go out most of the time so I can carry things. At sav-a-lot you have to bring your own bags or ask for a box. I've been going there for months. The new security guard dude actually told me I had to leave my bag up front. Then he tried to force me to use the scooter. So I left and went to Sweetbay. Listen. I get it. They don't want you stealing. But I always stand in line with my damn bag, ok? I put it up on the check out counter, for god sakes. And besides, wtf does he think I'll do? Fill my bag and run? In fact, back packs and bicycles are pretty common around here these days. So if I didn't know better I'd think Mr. Security was profiling me.
I can just picture it. The call to the Tampa Police. "Yes. The suspect has really long hair, glasses and ran away on crutches!"
Right.
Not sure whether this pic is appropriate for facebook or not but why risk it? You cant tell it's NC-17 unless you look for it anyway.
I posted a comment on incandescent fire recently and was gently reprimanded according to the webmaster. I've seen much more explicit/offensive comments on there than what I put up but never reported anyone. Why? Because people who do that have way too much time on their hands. I could have quoted several excerpts in my own defense, but didn't because that's childish. But I will say this. The people there are acting like I posted anti-gay rhetoric and that's ridiculous. Now they're sending me nasty comments and there's no 'delete my account' button. I was simply expressing my frustration over the amount of bad fic being posted and the whole incident turned into a situation. The betas or proof readers should care more about the quality of the stories being posted. But whatever. Why should I care about whether these so called authors can put a complete sentence together or not? My bad. So now, I have to sign in as invisible and the words 1600's and witch hunt come to mind.
Hey guys. Sry. I know it been forever since I blogged. But the thing is I've been depressed. And I kept thinking that no one wants to hear about my stupid ass problems and or psychosis. So I've tried to do anything but blog it. I've stared at all these freaking canvases that aren't finished wondering if I'm going to be scrambling for canvas 6. I have to start nosing around. I have to get in touch with Bobby and Michael and start bugging them and I hate that part of the process. With a freaking vengence. I feel like the shy kid at the back of the class.
"Excuse me?" "Sir?"
Anyway.
Sarah had her kittens. 1 died. She hides her favorite and the other 2 are out in the open. My brother made a unilateral decision and put them outside before they were done nursing. Which means the park kids are here constantly fooling around with them, picking them up and such. So I have to play crochety neighbor lady who yells out the window and I hate it. They're about a month old now.
So yeah I know that there are more relevant issues in this world. Like the recent car bomb attempt in NYC. And the economy and the healthcare crisis and Iraq and Obama's approval rating.
Not my stoopybooshy.
(And right about now mom is clapping her hands and laughing because I used our inside joke.)
I wrote tons of poems in my head recently. Only actually wrote 1 down. And that 1 sucked just as bad as the rest of them.
In the midst of my self induced but sudden misery I found this old sketch I did on news print that every time I see it now I think about coloring in even tho it sort of already was. I didn't want to screw it up by over doing it. It was during my fascination with grafitti and if you look for it you'll see the influence. The pic was taken after several markers went dry and I had to go buy more black. I did some more work on it today so I'll have to post another pic. Too tired now. Need coffee. Mom and D-you have been warned. It's not finished. So no complaints later.
My cd player is shot. It's old and very well used so it's kewl. But also annoying because the speakers are still good. Damn it. Don't you hate it when stuff like that happens?? I know! I do too. And I can use my shiny new dvd drive or the dvd player. So it's fine. I just hate to waste an excellent set of speakers. That's all. (pouts and sticks bottom lip out.)
Finished book 4 of the True Blood series. Started book 5 where Sookie hooks up with a tiger. Oooh. Relax people! Get your minds out of te gutter! He's a shifter. Goes from human to animal. Ok?
Venice Season 2 isdue to start anytime now, season 1 out on dvd and the show was voted best web series for 2009. So I should be happy.
But I'm still in a funk.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 8b
A/N -This is my original fic.
Pairing: Brite & Camino
Setting today: A Tampa trailer park.
Summary: Things get out of hand at Subway.
Rating: SL for strong language
Owned By: Me
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 8b
(The camera captures the fading light of evening as Camino pulls into Deedee’s lot. 101. As he acts, the camera follows.)
Camino pulled up to Deedee’s trailer and sighed.
(The glare from the sun’s descent could be seen through the lens. There was grime build up on the windshield but for the life of him he didn’t care. There was dust, and dirt on the doors from the drive too. )
As he exited the car he noticed her hanging out her front door. Dark face squinting, lips in a classic grimace, braids swinging. Ready to pounce, eh? Well, fine. Bring it on, bitch. He thought.
What he said was, “Hey, it’s the goddess of the Amazon! Want a cookie?” holding it up with a plastered on smile.
“1st off dude, I ain’t from the Amazon. Secondly, my family hails from Senegal.”
Deedee was the only minority he’d ever met that could make the word dude seem offensive. But what made it worse was that he was all too aware that the insult was directed at him. The woman was fiercely protective of her friends. And she made no bones about not liking him. But specifically, not liking him being with Brite. And even more specific still, how he treated Brite when they were together.
If you only knew. You would not be so quick to judge.
Camino cautiously moved toward the perturbed woman’s front steps, shaking his head.
“So Deed, “ he said, trying to continue to act casual, “you gonna let me in, er what?”
“Er what.” “You wanna be-drift-racer, no-job-havin‘-mommy-supports-my-ass-paintin’-destroyin’-bet-on-my-chick-for-profit no-good-piece-of-shit-who-man-handles-my already-vulnerable-handicapped-girlfriend-for-kicks-”
“Deedee!” That last part brought Brite out of hiding. “Stop talking.” “Now.”
She pushed her way through the door’s opening from behind. She now stood sideways with a hard grip on the step railing.
Camino smiled triumphantly, while casting looks between the 2 women.
“What, Brite?” I don’t see no check for his car here.” “And I definitely don’t see no graphic dragon shirt.” “And I sure as hell don’t see no damn samich!” “So you know what?” “He should just take that damn cookie and shove it up his tiny tailpipe!”
“That’s it!” I’m never telling you anything ever again!”
“What?” “I say something wrong?”
“There was so much wrong with that statement I don’t know where to start!”
“But-”
“Have I ever even once made you feel like I was handicapped?”
“Well, no. But sometimes these little episodes you have make me reconsider.”
“Oh, really?”
“Well, yeah.” “I mean, come on, Brite.” “You show up here out of nowhere all heated over a samich?” “You walked 3 miles from that damned deli for Christ sakes!” "I even get that you’re frecking hungry!” "Hell, I’ll make you a gull derned samich if you want 1 that bad!” “But gawd, you’re dripping in sweat, you’re hoarse and you’re ranting about tuna!”
Camino started laughing. He couldn’t help it. He was laughing so hard he was bend over holding his stomach.
My frecking point exactly.
When he could breathe, he choked out 4 words.
“She.” “Has.” “Panic.” “Attacks.”
"It's the bread." Brite whispered, sheepishly.
"Shut up!" Snapped Deedee.
Now Brite was laughing too.
Finally Deedee gave up and joined in.
Pairing: Brite & Camino
Setting today: A Tampa trailer park.
Summary: Things get out of hand at Subway.
Rating: SL for strong language
Owned By: Me
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 8b
(The camera captures the fading light of evening as Camino pulls into Deedee’s lot. 101. As he acts, the camera follows.)
Camino pulled up to Deedee’s trailer and sighed.
(The glare from the sun’s descent could be seen through the lens. There was grime build up on the windshield but for the life of him he didn’t care. There was dust, and dirt on the doors from the drive too. )
As he exited the car he noticed her hanging out her front door. Dark face squinting, lips in a classic grimace, braids swinging. Ready to pounce, eh? Well, fine. Bring it on, bitch. He thought.
What he said was, “Hey, it’s the goddess of the Amazon! Want a cookie?” holding it up with a plastered on smile.
“1st off dude, I ain’t from the Amazon. Secondly, my family hails from Senegal.”
Deedee was the only minority he’d ever met that could make the word dude seem offensive. But what made it worse was that he was all too aware that the insult was directed at him. The woman was fiercely protective of her friends. And she made no bones about not liking him. But specifically, not liking him being with Brite. And even more specific still, how he treated Brite when they were together.
If you only knew. You would not be so quick to judge.
Camino cautiously moved toward the perturbed woman’s front steps, shaking his head.
“So Deed, “ he said, trying to continue to act casual, “you gonna let me in, er what?”
“Er what.” “You wanna be-drift-racer, no-job-havin‘-mommy-supports-my-ass-paintin’-destroyin’-bet-on-my-chick-for-profit no-good-piece-of-shit-who-man-handles-my already-vulnerable-handicapped-girlfriend-for-kicks-”
“Deedee!” That last part brought Brite out of hiding. “Stop talking.” “Now.”
She pushed her way through the door’s opening from behind. She now stood sideways with a hard grip on the step railing.
Camino smiled triumphantly, while casting looks between the 2 women.
“What, Brite?” I don’t see no check for his car here.” “And I definitely don’t see no graphic dragon shirt.” “And I sure as hell don’t see no damn samich!” “So you know what?” “He should just take that damn cookie and shove it up his tiny tailpipe!”
“That’s it!” I’m never telling you anything ever again!”
“What?” “I say something wrong?”
“There was so much wrong with that statement I don’t know where to start!”
“But-”
“Have I ever even once made you feel like I was handicapped?”
“Well, no. But sometimes these little episodes you have make me reconsider.”
“Oh, really?”
“Well, yeah.” “I mean, come on, Brite.” “You show up here out of nowhere all heated over a samich?” “You walked 3 miles from that damned deli for Christ sakes!” "I even get that you’re frecking hungry!” "Hell, I’ll make you a gull derned samich if you want 1 that bad!” “But gawd, you’re dripping in sweat, you’re hoarse and you’re ranting about tuna!”
Camino started laughing. He couldn’t help it. He was laughing so hard he was bend over holding his stomach.
My frecking point exactly.
When he could breathe, he choked out 4 words.
“She.” “Has.” “Panic.” “Attacks.”
"It's the bread." Brite whispered, sheepishly.
"Shut up!" Snapped Deedee.
Now Brite was laughing too.
Finally Deedee gave up and joined in.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Another Countdown
Ok guys, this entry is going to be another countdown. Sorry about the delay, I’ve been sick and still am.
My mom was like, “Omg, I can’t believe you blogged about your butt problems.”
1.) And let’s just say that the sickness is indeed related to that. Other than that, I’ve been moderately depressed and fighting with swirling thoughts in my head. Nothing unusual there except that I don’t usually let it drag me under. And no Miss Tecchino, I don’t have real maple syrup or whipped cream. But I have now moved to laxatives and fiber supplements. Yay. How fun. I’d much rather be eating natural digestives like soy/veggie burgers, silk, and granola with flax seed. It’s just not economical right now. As the days pass, I’m getting very testy. Which when you consider the fact that testy is my general disposition, is saying a lot. Ask my mother. Right now, I’m very gassy which makes me nauseous and that makes me miserable. Not to mention the bloat and cramping. Knowing everything’s sitting right on your kidneys. I’m peeing like there’s a water shortage because I’m trying to keep my fluids up in an effort to get shit moving. Literally. Severe constipation is common to my condition. But believe me, it still sucks. Activia works, but considering my already agitated state, I don’t want it exacerbated. (Activia makes me nauseous.)
2.) Before that, I scared the kiddies here with my gas mask. Lol. Mom loved that. What? Stop it. I was sealing canvases thank you very much.
3.) I’m on chap 7 of Dead As A Doornail from Trueblood. That happens when you’re forced to lay there and do nothing.
4.) Sara, our Mama cat, is so huge I can’t believe she hasn’t given birth yet. But she’s also a cuddle monster. So she’s forgiven. She burrows under my covers and lays in the crook of my arms. She’s kneads my neck and chest and digs in with her nails. She writches, (a southern term for finding a comfy spot.) digging her nails in. So finally, this morning after several sleepless nights, I took her paws in my hand, she laid her chin on top and went to sleep, snoring loudly. Phew. She now has her own blankey, which is nothing more than one of my old bath towels. This is because she insists on sleeping with me. So spoiled. She definitely thinks she’s a princess and doesn’t care if Neeko’s jealous or not.
5.) The Venice season 1 finale was a cliffhanger which I anticipated. But due to public outcry, season 1 is available until May. Aaaaah! What am I going to do until then? But I am happy to say I had the ending figured out by epi 5. Which is impressive for me. Great show. Told mom I’m easy to please. Somebody swears in the opening scene and I’m happy. Lol. And a little groping doesn’t hurt either. Lol.
6.) Blackey, otherwise known as Twitch, because he twitches his tail rather than swinging it back and forth, (a name I gave him) has been acting weird the last few days. Needy I guess. He’s petted, played with and fed. So why can’t he get enough? We had to put him outside this morning. He scampers around and wakes people up. Yeah. After he bit my ankle I was done.
7.) Corey Haim. A&E what the hell? You knew he was desperate. How could you? Now he’s on the same list with Anna Nicole and Michael Jackson. And that sucks, ok? Doctors out there, listen. I don’t care how much money you’re being offered. You don’t give a drug addict, in this case a chronic relapser, drugs to combat the problem. And pills are drugs. Forget your medical degree. That’s friggon common sense. Everybody knows about Lost Boys. But did anyone know he was in Crank 2? There’s something really wrong with the nature of celebrity. It’s tragic. How many of you knew he painted? Unless we can do it like Europe does, which is give people enough of their drug of choice to function (by function I mean hold down a job and pay bills) without Oding, legally, like from a clinic, this problem will only worsen. Although we tried that with methadone, didn’t we? I’m mad. I was pulling for the dude. I found his web site on a whim in like 2005. Which is how I found out he painted. I hope his mom doesn’t go all crazy and pull a Barrymore and try to sell his canvases on eBay. I feel bad for her though. She has cancer.
8.) Why do I watch Project Runway or Amazing Race? The one I like never wins. In the end, it just pisses me off. Would the 1 cowboy please stop saying “Sweet?” It’s driving me nuts. New catch phrase please.
9.) Generally, it takes me 45-60 mins to get home. Yesterday, it took 3 hrs. I move slower when I’m sick.
10.) Mom came in my room and rearranged things which is throwing me all out of whack. But admittedly, it is nice to sit at a table with the laptop, rather than on my knees at the end of my bed. I joked that I had so much stuff for this thing now that I have to break it down nightly. I have two end table type things I’m borrowing from her and it works well once I thread my legs through. I have a similar issue with picnic tables. I have to lay down and slide in place. I can always move the laptop over to the other table to plug in the disc drive. With a desktop that’s not an option. I thought mom put my drive in the closet, lol. Hey, I sometimes watch Family Feud on ION here, a residual from living in SC, and John asked for phrases that started with “flash.” Well, 1 lady answered “flash drive.” It wasn’t on the board. But I think it should have been.
11.) Mom’s a big reality TV watcher, so when I’m in her room, I get caught up in what she’s watching. Wait. In the interest of full disclosure, often mom will get into whatever I’m watching. Which at times, is only because there’s nothing else on. Such is the case with “Celebrity Fit Club.” This season, Shar Jackson, Kevin Federline and yes, season 1’s Project Runway winner. And I never thought I’d say this but Kevin’s a nice guy. But you can see that Shar’s still hurting over it. Well, come on, he left her while she was preggers for Britney. Can't get worse than that. Then he did it to Britney. Hey, did anyone else notice her initials? BS. Yeah. Mama Spears didn't think that through too well, eh? And I might as well go there. Dude was not pissed off about being cut off in traffic, k? Can you say paparazzi? Thought so. Let me say that Mom got into The Closer, Saving Grace and The Amazing Race courtesy of me. My interest waned for Closer and Grace because they switched nights. I lost track of the plot lines and that was that. I could catch up online if I want to later. Mom almost got into Venice when she recognized some of the cast members from GL when I was watching it one night before she got her laptop. I had my headphones on but it didn’t matter. “That’s Molly!” She blurted out. Although, technically Molly was on ATWTS and also plays Felicia on BATB but that’s ok. It made me laugh. She acted like I caught her doing something bad. I told her if she wanted to watch I’d rewind it so we can watch together. She said no. Too funny.
12.) Finally dropped the bomb early this morning. Not done yet though. I can tell. So we'll see how today goes. Wish me luck. This can suck. Have you ever been so backed up that your body starts pursuing alternative routes for evacuation? Yeah. Not fun at all and I sincerely hope it's over. Never have I been so thankful for a bowel movement.
13.) These end tables aren't sturdy. Mom hooked my massive bookshelf to the wall. I almost think she should bolt the tables down. Last night I got my legs caught at the wrong angle trying to slide in and bam! On the floor! Laptop and all. Freaked me out. But the laptop's fine. So phew.
14,) My bro comes in my room last night and asks about Sara's blankey. She now looks at the window sadly. She used to perch herself on the edge of my bed and look out. But now that there's a space there, between the window and bed she can't figure out what to do. Even though I've shown her the window, let her know it's still there, she won't jump the space. Oh well. Anyway, my bro says if I leave her blankey where it is, she'll have her babies there. I said I knew that. See, mom and I had already discussed it. And he comes in acting all authoritative which pissed me off. I asked him why he gets to make all the decisions. I was cranky from being sick. I relented and told him even if miss princess has her kittens on my bed, which is highly likely, I knew they weren't staying inside. I'm not a moron, ok? I know if the kittens stay in it's likely they won't leave. So the weather's getting better and we'll put miss diva outside with her blankey in a box. In fact, wecould use the one she and Black like by the front door. Listen, I can be reasonable. I just don't like people talking down to me and that's what it felt like. And the way my bro is, he doesn't let anyone tell him what to do. He either does it or not. Evidence of this is his unwillingness to get Neeko fixed. Among ahem, other things.
15.) Gran Terrino was good. I found myself laughing even as inwardly I cringed. Clint Eastwood is god.
16.) My bro calls Twitch "Skeletor" because he's skinny. He told mom he wasn't sure he'd make it through another year. I wouldn't say that. He eats like a pig!
My mom was like, “Omg, I can’t believe you blogged about your butt problems.”
1.) And let’s just say that the sickness is indeed related to that. Other than that, I’ve been moderately depressed and fighting with swirling thoughts in my head. Nothing unusual there except that I don’t usually let it drag me under. And no Miss Tecchino, I don’t have real maple syrup or whipped cream. But I have now moved to laxatives and fiber supplements. Yay. How fun. I’d much rather be eating natural digestives like soy/veggie burgers, silk, and granola with flax seed. It’s just not economical right now. As the days pass, I’m getting very testy. Which when you consider the fact that testy is my general disposition, is saying a lot. Ask my mother. Right now, I’m very gassy which makes me nauseous and that makes me miserable. Not to mention the bloat and cramping. Knowing everything’s sitting right on your kidneys. I’m peeing like there’s a water shortage because I’m trying to keep my fluids up in an effort to get shit moving. Literally. Severe constipation is common to my condition. But believe me, it still sucks. Activia works, but considering my already agitated state, I don’t want it exacerbated. (Activia makes me nauseous.)
2.) Before that, I scared the kiddies here with my gas mask. Lol. Mom loved that. What? Stop it. I was sealing canvases thank you very much.
3.) I’m on chap 7 of Dead As A Doornail from Trueblood. That happens when you’re forced to lay there and do nothing.
4.) Sara, our Mama cat, is so huge I can’t believe she hasn’t given birth yet. But she’s also a cuddle monster. So she’s forgiven. She burrows under my covers and lays in the crook of my arms. She’s kneads my neck and chest and digs in with her nails. She writches, (a southern term for finding a comfy spot.) digging her nails in. So finally, this morning after several sleepless nights, I took her paws in my hand, she laid her chin on top and went to sleep, snoring loudly. Phew. She now has her own blankey, which is nothing more than one of my old bath towels. This is because she insists on sleeping with me. So spoiled. She definitely thinks she’s a princess and doesn’t care if Neeko’s jealous or not.
5.) The Venice season 1 finale was a cliffhanger which I anticipated. But due to public outcry, season 1 is available until May. Aaaaah! What am I going to do until then? But I am happy to say I had the ending figured out by epi 5. Which is impressive for me. Great show. Told mom I’m easy to please. Somebody swears in the opening scene and I’m happy. Lol. And a little groping doesn’t hurt either. Lol.
6.) Blackey, otherwise known as Twitch, because he twitches his tail rather than swinging it back and forth, (a name I gave him) has been acting weird the last few days. Needy I guess. He’s petted, played with and fed. So why can’t he get enough? We had to put him outside this morning. He scampers around and wakes people up. Yeah. After he bit my ankle I was done.
7.) Corey Haim. A&E what the hell? You knew he was desperate. How could you? Now he’s on the same list with Anna Nicole and Michael Jackson. And that sucks, ok? Doctors out there, listen. I don’t care how much money you’re being offered. You don’t give a drug addict, in this case a chronic relapser, drugs to combat the problem. And pills are drugs. Forget your medical degree. That’s friggon common sense. Everybody knows about Lost Boys. But did anyone know he was in Crank 2? There’s something really wrong with the nature of celebrity. It’s tragic. How many of you knew he painted? Unless we can do it like Europe does, which is give people enough of their drug of choice to function (by function I mean hold down a job and pay bills) without Oding, legally, like from a clinic, this problem will only worsen. Although we tried that with methadone, didn’t we? I’m mad. I was pulling for the dude. I found his web site on a whim in like 2005. Which is how I found out he painted. I hope his mom doesn’t go all crazy and pull a Barrymore and try to sell his canvases on eBay. I feel bad for her though. She has cancer.
8.) Why do I watch Project Runway or Amazing Race? The one I like never wins. In the end, it just pisses me off. Would the 1 cowboy please stop saying “Sweet?” It’s driving me nuts. New catch phrase please.
9.) Generally, it takes me 45-60 mins to get home. Yesterday, it took 3 hrs. I move slower when I’m sick.
10.) Mom came in my room and rearranged things which is throwing me all out of whack. But admittedly, it is nice to sit at a table with the laptop, rather than on my knees at the end of my bed. I joked that I had so much stuff for this thing now that I have to break it down nightly. I have two end table type things I’m borrowing from her and it works well once I thread my legs through. I have a similar issue with picnic tables. I have to lay down and slide in place. I can always move the laptop over to the other table to plug in the disc drive. With a desktop that’s not an option. I thought mom put my drive in the closet, lol. Hey, I sometimes watch Family Feud on ION here, a residual from living in SC, and John asked for phrases that started with “flash.” Well, 1 lady answered “flash drive.” It wasn’t on the board. But I think it should have been.
11.) Mom’s a big reality TV watcher, so when I’m in her room, I get caught up in what she’s watching. Wait. In the interest of full disclosure, often mom will get into whatever I’m watching. Which at times, is only because there’s nothing else on. Such is the case with “Celebrity Fit Club.” This season, Shar Jackson, Kevin Federline and yes, season 1’s Project Runway winner. And I never thought I’d say this but Kevin’s a nice guy. But you can see that Shar’s still hurting over it. Well, come on, he left her while she was preggers for Britney. Can't get worse than that. Then he did it to Britney. Hey, did anyone else notice her initials? BS. Yeah. Mama Spears didn't think that through too well, eh? And I might as well go there. Dude was not pissed off about being cut off in traffic, k? Can you say paparazzi? Thought so. Let me say that Mom got into The Closer, Saving Grace and The Amazing Race courtesy of me. My interest waned for Closer and Grace because they switched nights. I lost track of the plot lines and that was that. I could catch up online if I want to later. Mom almost got into Venice when she recognized some of the cast members from GL when I was watching it one night before she got her laptop. I had my headphones on but it didn’t matter. “That’s Molly!” She blurted out. Although, technically Molly was on ATWTS and also plays Felicia on BATB but that’s ok. It made me laugh. She acted like I caught her doing something bad. I told her if she wanted to watch I’d rewind it so we can watch together. She said no. Too funny.
12.) Finally dropped the bomb early this morning. Not done yet though. I can tell. So we'll see how today goes. Wish me luck. This can suck. Have you ever been so backed up that your body starts pursuing alternative routes for evacuation? Yeah. Not fun at all and I sincerely hope it's over. Never have I been so thankful for a bowel movement.
13.) These end tables aren't sturdy. Mom hooked my massive bookshelf to the wall. I almost think she should bolt the tables down. Last night I got my legs caught at the wrong angle trying to slide in and bam! On the floor! Laptop and all. Freaked me out. But the laptop's fine. So phew.
14,) My bro comes in my room last night and asks about Sara's blankey. She now looks at the window sadly. She used to perch herself on the edge of my bed and look out. But now that there's a space there, between the window and bed she can't figure out what to do. Even though I've shown her the window, let her know it's still there, she won't jump the space. Oh well. Anyway, my bro says if I leave her blankey where it is, she'll have her babies there. I said I knew that. See, mom and I had already discussed it. And he comes in acting all authoritative which pissed me off. I asked him why he gets to make all the decisions. I was cranky from being sick. I relented and told him even if miss princess has her kittens on my bed, which is highly likely, I knew they weren't staying inside. I'm not a moron, ok? I know if the kittens stay in it's likely they won't leave. So the weather's getting better and we'll put miss diva outside with her blankey in a box. In fact, wecould use the one she and Black like by the front door. Listen, I can be reasonable. I just don't like people talking down to me and that's what it felt like. And the way my bro is, he doesn't let anyone tell him what to do. He either does it or not. Evidence of this is his unwillingness to get Neeko fixed. Among ahem, other things.
15.) Gran Terrino was good. I found myself laughing even as inwardly I cringed. Clint Eastwood is god.
16.) My bro calls Twitch "Skeletor" because he's skinny. He told mom he wasn't sure he'd make it through another year. I wouldn't say that. He eats like a pig!
Friday, February 26, 2010
22 Minutes And A Million Other Things
Ok, I'ma start this entry with a bit of lightheartedness becuz it will get heavy up in here, yo. Picture this. Me standing on ithe chair I use at my paint table. What was I doing? Trying to reach the tostitos in the cupboard. Getting up was no problem. Getting down was a different story. I climbed into the chair on my knees and stood up. Easy peasy. But to get down I had to sit on the table, turn the chair sideways, and slide my legs gingerly over. It took 22 minutes to negotiate but I did it. I find that it takes about that much time to do something task oriented that's difficult. Yesterday, it took that long for me to attach my bra straps. But it took 5 hrs for me to get back home becuz my backpack kept sliding off my shoulders. And it was hella cold. This was after I resized them. We had a brief warm up and I wasn't wearing all these layers. I have tiny feminine shoulders and big boobs. Go figure. I'm having butt issues and needed some preparation h. But I accidently grabbed the suppositories instead. I've had this problem since high school and constipation/hemmoragic issues are common to my condition. Well, butt bullets aren't fun. Just trust me on that, kay? Anyway, I didn't notice it becuz I'm used to it and I've been regular lately.
But I went today and it was like, "Oh."
And mom was freaking me out saying I might need a procedure and I was like, "No."
Which leads me to what happened when I got home last night. The monster wasn't cooperating for my bro so I had to sweet talk it. Once I did that, I went to my room where I found a bag from best buy. Inside were an external dvd drive and a flash drive. So I opened it up and plugged it in and began the installation process. Well, the laptop zipped right thru it. I got excited and went to mom's room to tell her it was the kewlest thing in the universe. I got up from the floor which I have to crawl across, lifted my head and nearly feLl back over. There was my mother browsing happily away on a brand new laptop. Lol. She had used mine, which is maybe 6 mos old and mentioned that she wanted 1 with a bigger screen and keyboard. I just didn't know she meant now. But that's kewl. My dvd drive needs a plug in to play dvds. But it doesn't matter. It's a non essential and I can always get it later. What I cared about was coreldraw which I installed this afternoon. That and being able to copy my fics without using file transfer which frankly seems way too complicated. Or logging on to the monster and copying from my blog which was a pain in my ass. So yay! I don't have to worry about that anymore and each of us has our own computer. Now we just need enough discs to go between us and we're all set.
Sara, our little girl kitty, keeps trying to lay on my new mousepad. This would be fine if I wasn't browsing. Lol.
Venice 2nite ... yay!
In related news, I was reading an Otalia fic this morning. In it, there was a blizzard in Springfield. Olivia looks out the window forlornly.
Natalia says to her, "Don't worry honey. We have plenty of bacon and coffee."
Olivia says, "That's what you think my basic needs are?"
Natalia smiles. Then she says, "Yup."
It made me laugh becuz it reminds me of mom. Except you'd have to put donuts in the middle. Heehee.
But I went today and it was like, "Oh."
And mom was freaking me out saying I might need a procedure and I was like, "No."
Which leads me to what happened when I got home last night. The monster wasn't cooperating for my bro so I had to sweet talk it. Once I did that, I went to my room where I found a bag from best buy. Inside were an external dvd drive and a flash drive. So I opened it up and plugged it in and began the installation process. Well, the laptop zipped right thru it. I got excited and went to mom's room to tell her it was the kewlest thing in the universe. I got up from the floor which I have to crawl across, lifted my head and nearly feLl back over. There was my mother browsing happily away on a brand new laptop. Lol. She had used mine, which is maybe 6 mos old and mentioned that she wanted 1 with a bigger screen and keyboard. I just didn't know she meant now. But that's kewl. My dvd drive needs a plug in to play dvds. But it doesn't matter. It's a non essential and I can always get it later. What I cared about was coreldraw which I installed this afternoon. That and being able to copy my fics without using file transfer which frankly seems way too complicated. Or logging on to the monster and copying from my blog which was a pain in my ass. So yay! I don't have to worry about that anymore and each of us has our own computer. Now we just need enough discs to go between us and we're all set.
Sara, our little girl kitty, keeps trying to lay on my new mousepad. This would be fine if I wasn't browsing. Lol.
Venice 2nite ... yay!
In related news, I was reading an Otalia fic this morning. In it, there was a blizzard in Springfield. Olivia looks out the window forlornly.
Natalia says to her, "Don't worry honey. We have plenty of bacon and coffee."
Olivia says, "That's what you think my basic needs are?"
Natalia smiles. Then she says, "Yup."
It made me laugh becuz it reminds me of mom. Except you'd have to put donuts in the middle. Heehee.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Ya know?
I'm completely restless. The kind of restless that causes me to walk long distances late at night. I just want to put my flippin easel 2gether so I can seal the 2009 collection and finish my current piece. Which btw, I know exactly what it supposed to look like. So of course, it's making me more anxious. I took it apart 3 yrs ago for storage purposes with hardly a blink becuz I'd done it so many times to set it up according to my changing needs. I could do it blindfolded. I've forgotten what goes where now however. But the diagram doesn't show it flat on the floor but completely upright and assembled. That's completely useless unless you have someone helping and holding the pieces in place while you screw in the nuts and bolts. And I don't know anyone whose willing to do that. So the other night once I'd pitched the pieces off my bed I put it back in the box. I'll give a go another day.
I can't really talk about the other stuff. Family crap. Proximity makes it hard to keep myself emotionally separated from their crap. It just amalgumates and becomes our crap collectively. But it would be so much easier to deal with my crap if I didn't have to deal with their crap. Ya know? But suffice it to say that I'm worried about what certain occupants of the household will do now that the cable guy's coming in mere hrs to link all our pcs and the internet will be on all the time. I will have to attempt to intercept the parental unit before his arrival and have a little talk. And said parental unit does not like confrontation at all let alone early in the morning. So it won't be pretty and I'm not looking fwd to it. But it has to be done. I do have reason to worry. So that's that. And it sucks.
The coffee maker quit and the parental unit freaked out yesterday. Seriously. In an "If I don't get some coffee right flipping now, someone's getting hurt!" kind of way. So I brought out my mini-pot which makes 2 cups at a time and saved the day b4 she ripped someone's face off. And really? Thank god! Because that was freaky dude. Her eyes bulged and everything.
Miss Techinno sent me a wireless mouse. I plugged in the usb and it worked immediately. So that was kewl. Now if I can just remember how to use it! Oh yeah. Turned on the monster yesterday and it just worked. So I fiddled with it, turned it off and on several times to make sure it would restart and sign on and it did. So yay. Took off several big programs including coreldraw which I can't put on the laptop without a disc drive. I did this to try and conserve memory. The monster indicated that was an issue and may be the reason it keeps crashing. So Miss Tecchino, be assured, I'm not complaining. I just miss that software is all. I may end up getting an external dvd drive instead of a stick. But it won't be for awhile yet. We'll see how things go then decide.
Oh! Almost forgot! Saw season 1 of trueblood and it just kept getting better. Mostly deals with book 1. Sookie's relationship to Bill and how she ends up basically being a vampire lackey. Vampires are old and they believe in old ways. Blah, blah, blah.Still on book 3 though.
Epi 10 of Venice was drool inducing and I mean this in a good way. 2 more epis of season 1 and I'm already thinking, "When's season 2 start?"
Rocknrolla rocked. Love Guy Ritchie's work. Too bad that didn't do well at the box office. It should have. Can't wait for the sequel. I also love me some Quentin Terrentino and I'm sure I would have enjoyed Inglorious if I had stayed awake long enough to read thru all the subtitles. But he can make the most inconsequential subject seem interesting and I love that about him. However listening to the man talk is unpleasant. Just shut it and stay behind the camera dude.
Whose assine idea was it to put Little House On The Prairie on Broadway? Then again, who thought it was a good idea to put American Idiot there? Did Billy Joe have some trippy backstage meeting with Elton John? Did he go off on how Ieta was so great? Because dude, that is sooooo weird and noooot punk rock.
Also, rhere's a forum on Incandescent Fire called "help me find this fic." under the otalia section Is it bad that I've helped find 4 out of 4 in the last week? Lol.
Oh wisdom teeth, oh wisdom teeth, oh how I hate thee. I feel like I should be chewing on bark or something.
I can't really talk about the other stuff. Family crap. Proximity makes it hard to keep myself emotionally separated from their crap. It just amalgumates and becomes our crap collectively. But it would be so much easier to deal with my crap if I didn't have to deal with their crap. Ya know? But suffice it to say that I'm worried about what certain occupants of the household will do now that the cable guy's coming in mere hrs to link all our pcs and the internet will be on all the time. I will have to attempt to intercept the parental unit before his arrival and have a little talk. And said parental unit does not like confrontation at all let alone early in the morning. So it won't be pretty and I'm not looking fwd to it. But it has to be done. I do have reason to worry. So that's that. And it sucks.
The coffee maker quit and the parental unit freaked out yesterday. Seriously. In an "If I don't get some coffee right flipping now, someone's getting hurt!" kind of way. So I brought out my mini-pot which makes 2 cups at a time and saved the day b4 she ripped someone's face off. And really? Thank god! Because that was freaky dude. Her eyes bulged and everything.
Miss Techinno sent me a wireless mouse. I plugged in the usb and it worked immediately. So that was kewl. Now if I can just remember how to use it! Oh yeah. Turned on the monster yesterday and it just worked. So I fiddled with it, turned it off and on several times to make sure it would restart and sign on and it did. So yay. Took off several big programs including coreldraw which I can't put on the laptop without a disc drive. I did this to try and conserve memory. The monster indicated that was an issue and may be the reason it keeps crashing. So Miss Tecchino, be assured, I'm not complaining. I just miss that software is all. I may end up getting an external dvd drive instead of a stick. But it won't be for awhile yet. We'll see how things go then decide.
Oh! Almost forgot! Saw season 1 of trueblood and it just kept getting better. Mostly deals with book 1. Sookie's relationship to Bill and how she ends up basically being a vampire lackey. Vampires are old and they believe in old ways. Blah, blah, blah.Still on book 3 though.
Epi 10 of Venice was drool inducing and I mean this in a good way. 2 more epis of season 1 and I'm already thinking, "When's season 2 start?"
Rocknrolla rocked. Love Guy Ritchie's work. Too bad that didn't do well at the box office. It should have. Can't wait for the sequel. I also love me some Quentin Terrentino and I'm sure I would have enjoyed Inglorious if I had stayed awake long enough to read thru all the subtitles. But he can make the most inconsequential subject seem interesting and I love that about him. However listening to the man talk is unpleasant. Just shut it and stay behind the camera dude.
Whose assine idea was it to put Little House On The Prairie on Broadway? Then again, who thought it was a good idea to put American Idiot there? Did Billy Joe have some trippy backstage meeting with Elton John? Did he go off on how Ieta was so great? Because dude, that is sooooo weird and noooot punk rock.
Also, rhere's a forum on Incandescent Fire called "help me find this fic." under the otalia section Is it bad that I've helped find 4 out of 4 in the last week? Lol.
Oh wisdom teeth, oh wisdom teeth, oh how I hate thee. I feel like I should be chewing on bark or something.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Top 21 from the last few wks
Ok my peeps. This is going to be a quick rundown. I know it's been like forever. Ya know what real life is like. So yeah.
1.) my cats seem to think my tub is a potty pan.
2.) they also think my feet are chew toys.
3.) our alpha male cat, neeko is now fixed. yay! altho he's not happy about it and still wants outside constantly.
4.) the monster is being true to its name. so now everyone's using the laptop till i get the pucker back online. oh joy. altho i have enjoyed watching mom get bac k online. but she's addicted to farmville. like what facebook is and that she can watch missed shows online, like lost or dollhouse or smallvile. (and the list goes on.)
5.) i should shut up becuz i am addicted to writing and reading fanfic.
6.)started messaging sis on facebook and it has gone surprisingly well.
7.) facebook and twitter are evil.
8.) found out security guard at our park is shooting cats with pellit gun. that explains the giant hole in neeko's head that prompted the snip snip.
9.) neeko looks out my bedroom window longingly at the outdoors and howls. but he can't go out till he heals. so i respond to the howling by saying, "i love you, neeko." and i shit you not, folks. his response sounds exactly like "noooooooooo!" as in no i don't love him becuz i'm keeping him inside.
10.) my bro can really cook.
11.) it's really weird watching myself on video. but i find myself to be oddly funny.
12.) on book 4 of the trublood series and epi nine of the show. yay me!
13.) seriously considering accepting that wireless mouse from d. becuz this thing likes to scroll on its own among other things. hey, when my moms is on and she's complaining, it's bad k?
14. ) trying to figure out how to transfer my fic to my mp3 player.step one covert word to text. got it. haven't tried step 2 yet becuz pc's are evil and i don't feel like swearing over and over right now. which is what i did yesterday trying to complete both step 1 and 2.
15.) the site i keep trying to get my flash drive from so i don't have to store everything on the laptops hard drive refuses toet me pick a state.
16.) amazingly, i did figure out how to drag and drop with the mouse pad, which is a 2 handed operation. but i was damned determined becuz i can't blog or post fics without copying & pasting.
17.) haven't bought a new cell phone yet. i'm still punishing myself over my own stupidity.
18.) watched the amazing race epi 1 online becuz i missed it on sun. i was playing farmville. thanks mom!
19.) almost punched the monster yesterday morning.
20.) reinjured my toe.
21.) epi 9 of venice was good. it keeps getting better in fact.
1.) my cats seem to think my tub is a potty pan.
2.) they also think my feet are chew toys.
3.) our alpha male cat, neeko is now fixed. yay! altho he's not happy about it and still wants outside constantly.
4.) the monster is being true to its name. so now everyone's using the laptop till i get the pucker back online. oh joy. altho i have enjoyed watching mom get bac k online. but she's addicted to farmville. like what facebook is and that she can watch missed shows online, like lost or dollhouse or smallvile. (and the list goes on.)
5.) i should shut up becuz i am addicted to writing and reading fanfic.
6.)started messaging sis on facebook and it has gone surprisingly well.
7.) facebook and twitter are evil.
8.) found out security guard at our park is shooting cats with pellit gun. that explains the giant hole in neeko's head that prompted the snip snip.
9.) neeko looks out my bedroom window longingly at the outdoors and howls. but he can't go out till he heals. so i respond to the howling by saying, "i love you, neeko." and i shit you not, folks. his response sounds exactly like "noooooooooo!" as in no i don't love him becuz i'm keeping him inside.
10.) my bro can really cook.
11.) it's really weird watching myself on video. but i find myself to be oddly funny.
12.) on book 4 of the trublood series and epi nine of the show. yay me!
13.) seriously considering accepting that wireless mouse from d. becuz this thing likes to scroll on its own among other things. hey, when my moms is on and she's complaining, it's bad k?
14. ) trying to figure out how to transfer my fic to my mp3 player.step one covert word to text. got it. haven't tried step 2 yet becuz pc's are evil and i don't feel like swearing over and over right now. which is what i did yesterday trying to complete both step 1 and 2.
15.) the site i keep trying to get my flash drive from so i don't have to store everything on the laptops hard drive refuses toet me pick a state.
16.) amazingly, i did figure out how to drag and drop with the mouse pad, which is a 2 handed operation. but i was damned determined becuz i can't blog or post fics without copying & pasting.
17.) haven't bought a new cell phone yet. i'm still punishing myself over my own stupidity.
18.) watched the amazing race epi 1 online becuz i missed it on sun. i was playing farmville. thanks mom!
19.) almost punched the monster yesterday morning.
20.) reinjured my toe.
21.) epi 9 of venice was good. it keeps getting better in fact.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Joy in Hell part 2
pls excuse the grammar. that's what happens at 4 am.
Joy In Hell Part 2
Fandom:/Genre: Original
Summary: A few of Rain’s mates background’s are revealed.
Setting: The Super Hero’s Intermediate Program.
Rating: R language and depictions of violence.
A/N- Rain, Mikey, Bongo, Montres, Tigu and Tons are mine. So don’t steal them!And hysterical vision is the opposite of hysterical blindness. Hysterical blindness occurs when a person isunder a lot of stress and lasts about a day.
Rain’s afore mentioned hoodie appeared at a time when they weren’t fashionable. The parents of the other kids at the Superhero Starter Academy made fun of her for it and encouraged their children to follow their good example. There she was, in a faded black hooded sweatshirt with rainbow striped Capri‘s, when everyone else was wearing bell bottoms and feathered hair. She was 4 years old, on crutches made a year prior by her less than adoring father. A project her mother had insisted upon after his return. It was an odd sort of penance, dolled out by The House Of “You’re her father damn it, now do something right for once.” That House was ruled by an iron fist when need be. There were times when even daddy dearest knew not to push Rain’s mother.
So out to the shed he went in his trusty mud caked boots, grumbling and swearing to himself. His wife didn’t let him off that easily. She’d hidden his cigars. Even going so far as to cancel his monthly subscription to “Cigar Lover’s Club” just to rub it in his wounds a bit deeper still. She wasn’t a shrinking violet, no sir. She protected her cubs with teeth barred as a mama bear should.
Rain’s birth had been particularly violent, the end result being an obvious difficulty with walking. Somehow she stuck with a permanent make up job that looked like “Mikey The Blind Mouse” had a sudden episode of hysterical vision.
On orientation day, they became roommates by default, as no one else would willingly bunk with them. They came to the academy without escorts. The after effect was that they were automatically ostracized.
I mean, who came to their 1st day of school alone? No mommy? No daddy? No friends? It was just weird.
Rain’s unusual mask became a popular topic of discussion on the 1st day, so she looked around for an explanation that would make her seem like less of a misfit and Mikey was well, there. A simple matter of convenience. At least that’s how she’d justified using him. At the time, she knew it was wrong but not why. Her tender yet under developed brain was not able to process the gravity of her own cruelty. Adult thought helped with that later. But by then it was too late. It occurred to her as her head was thrown back into a pane of glass, as she was being choked by an adult version of her former school mate. In a flash, she remembered.
Bongo blurted out, “Hey you.” Looking in Rain’s direction, squinting. “What’s wrong with your face?”
She smiled, not a real smile, but a “screw you” smile, pointed at poor Mikey and said, “He did it.”
“But he can’t see.” Bongo replied in a confused tone.
“He could this morning..” She’d stated turning with an awkward swiveling motion, her crutches squeaking under the weight of her upper body.
That part was actually true. But even then, Rain knew that she wasn’t supposed to reveal Mikey’s secret. Every morning, he could see for about a half hour before darkness descended. His mother had the same condition and had assured him that as he aged, he’d learn to control his “hysterical vision.” But the longer he could see, the weaker he became. Rain’s lie wasn’t so bad. It was what she did with it. She dragged Mikey into her drama without so much as a blink.
When people found out that he could see for intermittent periods, they’d taunt him. Often, they’d poke his face with sharp objects or try to force feed him bodily fluids. Even raw meat. So Mikey employed another learned response. Faking it. He even managed to fool Rain. She’d undress right in front of him. Until one morning when she caught him. Then suddenly, for the 1st time since they met, she had her own room. They were in junior high and things were never the same between them. And it sucked ass. Because Rain was lonely after that. She wished she’d kept her big mouth shut.
Rain simply laughed heartily for the next 3 years when someone like “Bongo The Bomb Boy” from The Congo called her “Bozo The Clown” and blamed it on her future nemesis “Mikey The Blind Mouse.” Considering their present relationship, that may not have been the best decision. Mikey clearly had his own problems. His huge ears and beady eyes not making him the most likable character either. Bozo The Clown wasn’t even that creative, but Rain had been insulted from inside her mother’s womb by her father and thusly was ultra sensitive to any kind of dig. At four it seemed bigger.
“Bongo The Bomb Boy” eventually just became “Bongo The Bomb,” a young man prone to spontaneous explosions. He too would learn to use his gift. But it was harder during stressful times. Bongo’s father had died the previous evening of Cholera. His mother calling the main office using the satellite phone provided by the headmaster of program upon Bongo’s departure of his beloved homeland. A one Kemphur Montres was a very rich world traveler on a quest to find young children with “special abilities.”
Rain had been found, or rather sought out, by Mr. Montres U.S. liasson, a women known as Brent Tons.
Rain disliked the bitch immediately. She was an arm grabber. Rain didn’t like being touched without permission. There was a transference of energy that Rain could feel on a psychic level and Miss Tons energy was negative and threatening. And she had a whip in her office. A detail Rain was sorry to know.
After these strange episodes, Bongo’s body matter liquefied and reanimated, a process Rain had actually witnessed and it looked none too pleasant. She was a sophomore at The Superhero Intermediate Program. She turned her Rascal scooter down the hall toward her "President’s Who Might Have Had Super Powers" class when she saw it for the 1st time. There was a loud crackling zap and Bongo was bent over backwards on the cracked concrete floor in front of his locker, ass over head. At that point, Rain let go of the forward leaver, screeching to a halt. She covered her eyes with her hand. But her fingers were spread out so she could still view what was happening. The mercurial substance spread out and then shrunk down, popping and bubbling, it turned into what looked like macaroni and cheese before the skeletal structure reformed, followed by organs squeezing into their designated spaces followed by accelerated skin growth.
Rain had stayed in the hallway, waiting. She removed Bongo’s reserve clothing from his open locker and he went to the restroom to change. He came back out, looking tired, but otherwise fine. She drove with him to his class. This made her late. Her punishment was no parents visiting that weekend. But she didn’t care. She wanted to make sure he was okay. They didn’t talk. They just went on their way in silence. She dropped him off at the door of the ‘’Advanced Martial Arts Fighting Skills” instructor Pang Tigu, a man she’d never personally meet and left.
In the 6th grade, Rain got Mikey a pair of goggles with tinted lenses, effectively shielding his eyes from curious on lookers and torturous bully types alike. He ripped the package open with glee, put them on and kept them on. He didn’t even shower without them. Rain wasn’t sure if his reaction was a good thing. As the weeks passed, it seemed like it had become a security blanket.
Because there was no way in hell it was because he had feelings for me. Or maybe it was.
Rain’s umbrella finally appeared in year 5. Right before breakfast. She slid down the stairs on her butt with a big toothy smile.
“Bye, mom!” She exclaimed, before shooting out the door to the bus.
Joy In Hell Part 2
Fandom:/Genre: Original
Summary: A few of Rain’s mates background’s are revealed.
Setting: The Super Hero’s Intermediate Program.
Rating: R language and depictions of violence.
A/N- Rain, Mikey, Bongo, Montres, Tigu and Tons are mine. So don’t steal them!And hysterical vision is the opposite of hysterical blindness. Hysterical blindness occurs when a person isunder a lot of stress and lasts about a day.
Rain’s afore mentioned hoodie appeared at a time when they weren’t fashionable. The parents of the other kids at the Superhero Starter Academy made fun of her for it and encouraged their children to follow their good example. There she was, in a faded black hooded sweatshirt with rainbow striped Capri‘s, when everyone else was wearing bell bottoms and feathered hair. She was 4 years old, on crutches made a year prior by her less than adoring father. A project her mother had insisted upon after his return. It was an odd sort of penance, dolled out by The House Of “You’re her father damn it, now do something right for once.” That House was ruled by an iron fist when need be. There were times when even daddy dearest knew not to push Rain’s mother.
So out to the shed he went in his trusty mud caked boots, grumbling and swearing to himself. His wife didn’t let him off that easily. She’d hidden his cigars. Even going so far as to cancel his monthly subscription to “Cigar Lover’s Club” just to rub it in his wounds a bit deeper still. She wasn’t a shrinking violet, no sir. She protected her cubs with teeth barred as a mama bear should.
Rain’s birth had been particularly violent, the end result being an obvious difficulty with walking. Somehow she stuck with a permanent make up job that looked like “Mikey The Blind Mouse” had a sudden episode of hysterical vision.
On orientation day, they became roommates by default, as no one else would willingly bunk with them. They came to the academy without escorts. The after effect was that they were automatically ostracized.
I mean, who came to their 1st day of school alone? No mommy? No daddy? No friends? It was just weird.
Rain’s unusual mask became a popular topic of discussion on the 1st day, so she looked around for an explanation that would make her seem like less of a misfit and Mikey was well, there. A simple matter of convenience. At least that’s how she’d justified using him. At the time, she knew it was wrong but not why. Her tender yet under developed brain was not able to process the gravity of her own cruelty. Adult thought helped with that later. But by then it was too late. It occurred to her as her head was thrown back into a pane of glass, as she was being choked by an adult version of her former school mate. In a flash, she remembered.
Bongo blurted out, “Hey you.” Looking in Rain’s direction, squinting. “What’s wrong with your face?”
She smiled, not a real smile, but a “screw you” smile, pointed at poor Mikey and said, “He did it.”
“But he can’t see.” Bongo replied in a confused tone.
“He could this morning..” She’d stated turning with an awkward swiveling motion, her crutches squeaking under the weight of her upper body.
That part was actually true. But even then, Rain knew that she wasn’t supposed to reveal Mikey’s secret. Every morning, he could see for about a half hour before darkness descended. His mother had the same condition and had assured him that as he aged, he’d learn to control his “hysterical vision.” But the longer he could see, the weaker he became. Rain’s lie wasn’t so bad. It was what she did with it. She dragged Mikey into her drama without so much as a blink.
When people found out that he could see for intermittent periods, they’d taunt him. Often, they’d poke his face with sharp objects or try to force feed him bodily fluids. Even raw meat. So Mikey employed another learned response. Faking it. He even managed to fool Rain. She’d undress right in front of him. Until one morning when she caught him. Then suddenly, for the 1st time since they met, she had her own room. They were in junior high and things were never the same between them. And it sucked ass. Because Rain was lonely after that. She wished she’d kept her big mouth shut.
Rain simply laughed heartily for the next 3 years when someone like “Bongo The Bomb Boy” from The Congo called her “Bozo The Clown” and blamed it on her future nemesis “Mikey The Blind Mouse.” Considering their present relationship, that may not have been the best decision. Mikey clearly had his own problems. His huge ears and beady eyes not making him the most likable character either. Bozo The Clown wasn’t even that creative, but Rain had been insulted from inside her mother’s womb by her father and thusly was ultra sensitive to any kind of dig. At four it seemed bigger.
“Bongo The Bomb Boy” eventually just became “Bongo The Bomb,” a young man prone to spontaneous explosions. He too would learn to use his gift. But it was harder during stressful times. Bongo’s father had died the previous evening of Cholera. His mother calling the main office using the satellite phone provided by the headmaster of program upon Bongo’s departure of his beloved homeland. A one Kemphur Montres was a very rich world traveler on a quest to find young children with “special abilities.”
Rain had been found, or rather sought out, by Mr. Montres U.S. liasson, a women known as Brent Tons.
Rain disliked the bitch immediately. She was an arm grabber. Rain didn’t like being touched without permission. There was a transference of energy that Rain could feel on a psychic level and Miss Tons energy was negative and threatening. And she had a whip in her office. A detail Rain was sorry to know.
After these strange episodes, Bongo’s body matter liquefied and reanimated, a process Rain had actually witnessed and it looked none too pleasant. She was a sophomore at The Superhero Intermediate Program. She turned her Rascal scooter down the hall toward her "President’s Who Might Have Had Super Powers" class when she saw it for the 1st time. There was a loud crackling zap and Bongo was bent over backwards on the cracked concrete floor in front of his locker, ass over head. At that point, Rain let go of the forward leaver, screeching to a halt. She covered her eyes with her hand. But her fingers were spread out so she could still view what was happening. The mercurial substance spread out and then shrunk down, popping and bubbling, it turned into what looked like macaroni and cheese before the skeletal structure reformed, followed by organs squeezing into their designated spaces followed by accelerated skin growth.
Rain had stayed in the hallway, waiting. She removed Bongo’s reserve clothing from his open locker and he went to the restroom to change. He came back out, looking tired, but otherwise fine. She drove with him to his class. This made her late. Her punishment was no parents visiting that weekend. But she didn’t care. She wanted to make sure he was okay. They didn’t talk. They just went on their way in silence. She dropped him off at the door of the ‘’Advanced Martial Arts Fighting Skills” instructor Pang Tigu, a man she’d never personally meet and left.
In the 6th grade, Rain got Mikey a pair of goggles with tinted lenses, effectively shielding his eyes from curious on lookers and torturous bully types alike. He ripped the package open with glee, put them on and kept them on. He didn’t even shower without them. Rain wasn’t sure if his reaction was a good thing. As the weeks passed, it seemed like it had become a security blanket.
Because there was no way in hell it was because he had feelings for me. Or maybe it was.
Rain’s umbrella finally appeared in year 5. Right before breakfast. She slid down the stairs on her butt with a big toothy smile.
“Bye, mom!” She exclaimed, before shooting out the door to the bus.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Yay, It's Mundane!
I should totally put up a blog with blog posts that shouldn't be posted. Because I went off the other day and wrote something down, but let it sit there on my desktop. And believe me that's a good thing. That one was out there. Blah, blah, blah, family drama. So instead, I'm going to talk about mundane crap. Well, you know that we moved the monster out of my room. I got used to listening to my cd's on it. Because if you're like me, you have a collection. I also have an mp3 player. But who has the fundage to switch everything out? Not me. And if the cd's work, why bother? I have an impressive collection. I wouldn't call it ample, but impressive. So we dug my stereo out of the closet. A decision I instantly regretted. There are too many speakers and too much wire. I felt like I got lost in a giant version of cat's cradle last night. And my laptop thought it was being clever by auto-typing my password on the Venice website. Only one problem. It was typing it wrong. Only took me two freakin wks to figure that out, so it's fine. Stupid computer. But epi 6 was worth the wait.
In other news, I'm not the type to dream about celebrities. But the other night I must of had too much kool-aid, (I don't drink kool-aid, it's a joke people.Yes, it's a bad 1.) because I had this dream about Madonna. Well, I'm actually okay with that except it wssn't what I expected a dream about her to be like. It was boring yet odd. I mean, come on. No seduction? I was disappointed to say the least. But in a way, it makes sense. I honestly cannot fathom such a scenerio. I also figured out I was dreaming too. This is me we're talking about after all. So here's what happened. I found myself on her private jet. And the kids were looking at me like who the hell are you? They asked their mother who I was and what I was doing there. She said she didn't know. I fell asleep on the fuselodge floor. She came in woke me up and told me I had to go. Then I woke up.Oh. And she wwas piloting her own plane too which I know is possible.
But she doesn't do it.
I started working on the make-out painting from a few months back and it's getting
there. Also, back in what? '04? I did this death scene piece that was influenced by the movie the others with Nicole Kidman in it. You know the one where she and her kids die but they don't know it? And around the house are these photo albums of olde time death scenes. They look like they're asleep, not dead. There aren't any coffins or obvious indications. Well, that affected me. But unfortunately, I showed the painting to a friend who is sensitive to things of a darker nature. And I let her attitude affect me and screwed up the painting. Some of you might remember me refering to it in its current inception as metapissical. Anyway, I caught a glance at it the other day during the stereo hunt and me tinks I'm ready to finish it now. The movie itself wasn't that good, but for some reason the death albums got to me. I do have to learn to not let other people influence the end result of my work negatively. I guess that's another wsay to say take some constructive critism, bitch. I also know what to show and what not to now.
I think I'm ready to start emailing artists from the show. It's a little weird for me. I've never been terribly social and I'm not sure what the rules are when it comes to this.
Any ideas?
I did get some of my stuff off the monster today though.
My bro has a subscription to netflix and put True Blood and Inglorious Basterds on his que/ Well, damn it to hell. I kept dozing off during Inglorious, which sucks ass. I'm a huge Tarrantino fan. He make the most ridiculoussly mundane and irrelevant things seem worth pondering. But this thing had subtitles crammwd up the wazoo which would have been fine except I was so freakin tired. And my br's goal is to watch as many flicks as he can b4 the 30 days is up. So it got sent back and I'm not mad about it. Really.
Ok, so the laptop is line jumping again and it's pissing me off. So I'm leaving now. But I did video chat with Miss Techinno the other day and that was weird. I'm gonna have to get used to it.
Yeah, bye.
In other news, I'm not the type to dream about celebrities. But the other night I must of had too much kool-aid, (I don't drink kool-aid, it's a joke people.Yes, it's a bad 1.) because I had this dream about Madonna. Well, I'm actually okay with that except it wssn't what I expected a dream about her to be like. It was boring yet odd. I mean, come on. No seduction? I was disappointed to say the least. But in a way, it makes sense. I honestly cannot fathom such a scenerio. I also figured out I was dreaming too. This is me we're talking about after all. So here's what happened. I found myself on her private jet. And the kids were looking at me like who the hell are you? They asked their mother who I was and what I was doing there. She said she didn't know. I fell asleep on the fuselodge floor. She came in woke me up and told me I had to go. Then I woke up.Oh. And she wwas piloting her own plane too which I know is possible.
But she doesn't do it.
I started working on the make-out painting from a few months back and it's getting
there. Also, back in what? '04? I did this death scene piece that was influenced by the movie the others with Nicole Kidman in it. You know the one where she and her kids die but they don't know it? And around the house are these photo albums of olde time death scenes. They look like they're asleep, not dead. There aren't any coffins or obvious indications. Well, that affected me. But unfortunately, I showed the painting to a friend who is sensitive to things of a darker nature. And I let her attitude affect me and screwed up the painting. Some of you might remember me refering to it in its current inception as metapissical. Anyway, I caught a glance at it the other day during the stereo hunt and me tinks I'm ready to finish it now. The movie itself wasn't that good, but for some reason the death albums got to me. I do have to learn to not let other people influence the end result of my work negatively. I guess that's another wsay to say take some constructive critism, bitch. I also know what to show and what not to now.
I think I'm ready to start emailing artists from the show. It's a little weird for me. I've never been terribly social and I'm not sure what the rules are when it comes to this.
Any ideas?
I did get some of my stuff off the monster today though.
My bro has a subscription to netflix and put True Blood and Inglorious Basterds on his que/ Well, damn it to hell. I kept dozing off during Inglorious, which sucks ass. I'm a huge Tarrantino fan. He make the most ridiculoussly mundane and irrelevant things seem worth pondering. But this thing had subtitles crammwd up the wazoo which would have been fine except I was so freakin tired. And my br's goal is to watch as many flicks as he can b4 the 30 days is up. So it got sent back and I'm not mad about it. Really.
Ok, so the laptop is line jumping again and it's pissing me off. So I'm leaving now. But I did video chat with Miss Techinno the other day and that was weird. I'm gonna have to get used to it.
Yeah, bye.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Flying Bricks
I got a content notice? Dude, my language is child's play in comparison to kiddies 15 yrs younger I've seen their blogs. They go off about how much their lives suck, how much their parents suck, blah, blah, blah, blah. But whatever. I swear to god this cursor follows my eyes! It's freaky.I type, it goes a sententence back, picks up the word I left off on, puts it behind that. Annoying much?
Speaking of... my bro. I haven't blogged because A.) I dislocated and or bruised my big toe to the point that it swelled up and turned very dark colors. My matriarch went off on me saying I don't take care of my feet. That's not quite accurate. At times, I do injure myself without realizing how badly. On some level, I deal with pain everyday. For the most part I ignore it and keep moving. It's just what I've always done. I have a laissez-fare attitude about my condition because I just figure it comes with the territory. Besides, if I bothered mom every stinking time I hurt myself, she'd have sewn neosporine and gauze to my hip just for convenience by now. The toe thing has happened before, so I don't know why she freaks out about it. Is it because she knows deep down that I don't say anything unless it's bad? Maybe. Is it because she doesn't want to take me to the ER and have to explain what the docs will assume is child abuse? Probably. Or is it because we get charged 500 bucks just to be seen? Yes. So anyway, I haven't been able to leave the house for 2 wks. I'm going absolutely nuts here, people! She acts like I do it on purpose. For attention. But more specifically, to make things harder for her. Because somehow, everything I do, ever, no matter what it is, it's about her. But whatever. In her world, I have nothing better to do with my day than to plot against her. B.) She moved the monster out of my room b4 I got to get all my stuff off the desktop. Which btw, I askled her to let me do. And she said she would, then didn't. But whatever .C.) Which leads to my bro. Since we moved El Monstoro out of my room, he has been online constantly.And if we had things set up for multiple connections, it wouldn't matter. In fact, that's what I wanted. Myself, mom and my bro all online at once, doing our thing separately. But we still have to take turns right now. We're supposed to upgrade, but some stuff came up and now I don't know. But without the router Miss Tecchino sent, I would be able to use this wonderful laptop she sent. So you gots to let some things go, I guess. But I'm mostly disapoointed because we each like to do things online to unwind. Now it's still who's online? Are you done yet? Can I go on? In other news, Venice has lost my subscription. Everything always goes to hell when I start enjoying myself. Maybe if I bat my eyes all cute-like, mom'll let me re-subscribe. But I'm kind of pissed. I mean, I already paid for it once. I shouldn't have to again.
I did talk to Miss Techinno today in video chat, so that's good. Kinda weird. but good. I couldn't look at myself and it was strange looking at her. You move and speak, but the 2 don't quiet match. That's going to take some getting used to. I was on the monster yesterdsy and found myself lost. I'm not used to using the mouse anymore. Cleaned the kitchen while listening to internet radio today. That was fun too. I'd like to be more zen-like, but I did come into the world wired for stress. I'm like Olivia Spencer, waiting for the next brick to come flying at my head. Living life as such makes it hard to glean enjoyment from anything. And yes, I do realize I went off on these internet babies going off and yet that's exactly what I just did. So go ahead, laugh. Permission granted. (heaves a big sigh.) Bye. LOL.
Speaking of... my bro. I haven't blogged because A.) I dislocated and or bruised my big toe to the point that it swelled up and turned very dark colors. My matriarch went off on me saying I don't take care of my feet. That's not quite accurate. At times, I do injure myself without realizing how badly. On some level, I deal with pain everyday. For the most part I ignore it and keep moving. It's just what I've always done. I have a laissez-fare attitude about my condition because I just figure it comes with the territory. Besides, if I bothered mom every stinking time I hurt myself, she'd have sewn neosporine and gauze to my hip just for convenience by now. The toe thing has happened before, so I don't know why she freaks out about it. Is it because she knows deep down that I don't say anything unless it's bad? Maybe. Is it because she doesn't want to take me to the ER and have to explain what the docs will assume is child abuse? Probably. Or is it because we get charged 500 bucks just to be seen? Yes. So anyway, I haven't been able to leave the house for 2 wks. I'm going absolutely nuts here, people! She acts like I do it on purpose. For attention. But more specifically, to make things harder for her. Because somehow, everything I do, ever, no matter what it is, it's about her. But whatever. In her world, I have nothing better to do with my day than to plot against her. B.) She moved the monster out of my room b4 I got to get all my stuff off the desktop. Which btw, I askled her to let me do. And she said she would, then didn't. But whatever .C.) Which leads to my bro. Since we moved El Monstoro out of my room, he has been online constantly.And if we had things set up for multiple connections, it wouldn't matter. In fact, that's what I wanted. Myself, mom and my bro all online at once, doing our thing separately. But we still have to take turns right now. We're supposed to upgrade, but some stuff came up and now I don't know. But without the router Miss Tecchino sent, I would be able to use this wonderful laptop she sent. So you gots to let some things go, I guess. But I'm mostly disapoointed because we each like to do things online to unwind. Now it's still who's online? Are you done yet? Can I go on? In other news, Venice has lost my subscription. Everything always goes to hell when I start enjoying myself. Maybe if I bat my eyes all cute-like, mom'll let me re-subscribe. But I'm kind of pissed. I mean, I already paid for it once. I shouldn't have to again.
I did talk to Miss Techinno today in video chat, so that's good. Kinda weird. but good. I couldn't look at myself and it was strange looking at her. You move and speak, but the 2 don't quiet match. That's going to take some getting used to. I was on the monster yesterdsy and found myself lost. I'm not used to using the mouse anymore. Cleaned the kitchen while listening to internet radio today. That was fun too. I'd like to be more zen-like, but I did come into the world wired for stress. I'm like Olivia Spencer, waiting for the next brick to come flying at my head. Living life as such makes it hard to glean enjoyment from anything. And yes, I do realize I went off on these internet babies going off and yet that's exactly what I just did. So go ahead, laugh. Permission granted. (heaves a big sigh.) Bye. LOL.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Joy In Hell: An original fic
You wouldn't believe what happened to me this week! But never mind that. I'm posting fic instead! Yay!
Original fic: Joy In Hell
Story featuring my original character Rain.
A/N- This started out as an entirely different concept. But then I thought about it and decided my painting with the same title was due a back story. Something that has only been formulaic in my head. Until now. So yay! Enjoy. Only took 3 yrs. But hey, what can I say? Haiti must be on my miind. Not intentionally trying to be in bad taste. I made mushi-mushi up anyway.
Summary: One outcasts' journey.
Setting: My comic booky head. Bwaaaahhhhhaaaa!
Owned By: Me
Rating: R for now/Language.
Genre: AU/SCI-FI
She wears a dark hoodie and clown make up. The make up had appeared on her face the morning of her 3rd birthday. Her parents quickly realized it was permanent. No amount of bathing, soap, home remedies, or smelly solvent would take the odd gift off. Her mother accepted it soon after, not needing everything explained. Her father however, he was different. He muttered under his breath about her being an abomination, saying she should be cast out of the home. He stomped into the street in his muddy boots on a mid day afternoon, smoking his rare cigar. He had an allowance of 2 per month, beyond that he smoked camels. Where was the young man headed? To the nearest bar, to pick up some strange woman for the night, someone he could get drunk with and fuck to his fill. And most importantly, someone who didn’t care who he was and would willingly help him escape parenthood and adult responsibility.
Saying, “Let her be a joy in Hell.“ He was off to wallow in oblivion, which was his favorite place to stay. He always got what he wanted there. Deluxe accommodations without expectations.
To his great surprise, he was cast out instead. Forced to grovel and beg and come crawling back a few months later. Her mother had wavered. Sending the confused child to a state hospital, only to retrieve her weeks later. Clutching the girl to her, the tiny thing swaddled from the wet in a red raincoat that was two sizes too big. It was a hand-me-down from her older sister Myrna. A grey cloud follows her and pours torrents upon her head. The surrounding landscape is sunny and bright. Her crutch tips slide across the wet blacktop. The cloud had shown the next morning at the breakfast table, no less. Rain stared as her oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins became an inedible oat-like soup.
Mr. Neckerton from apartment 312 could pray to the ancient Haitian god of mushi-mushi all he wanted. This is how Rain was. And really, she didn’t see what the big deal was.
I mean, damn dude. What was he crying about? He wasn’t the one getting wet.
Original fic: Joy In Hell
Story featuring my original character Rain.
A/N- This started out as an entirely different concept. But then I thought about it and decided my painting with the same title was due a back story. Something that has only been formulaic in my head. Until now. So yay! Enjoy. Only took 3 yrs. But hey, what can I say? Haiti must be on my miind. Not intentionally trying to be in bad taste. I made mushi-mushi up anyway.
Summary: One outcasts' journey.
Setting: My comic booky head. Bwaaaahhhhhaaaa!
Owned By: Me
Rating: R for now/Language.
Genre: AU/SCI-FI
She wears a dark hoodie and clown make up. The make up had appeared on her face the morning of her 3rd birthday. Her parents quickly realized it was permanent. No amount of bathing, soap, home remedies, or smelly solvent would take the odd gift off. Her mother accepted it soon after, not needing everything explained. Her father however, he was different. He muttered under his breath about her being an abomination, saying she should be cast out of the home. He stomped into the street in his muddy boots on a mid day afternoon, smoking his rare cigar. He had an allowance of 2 per month, beyond that he smoked camels. Where was the young man headed? To the nearest bar, to pick up some strange woman for the night, someone he could get drunk with and fuck to his fill. And most importantly, someone who didn’t care who he was and would willingly help him escape parenthood and adult responsibility.
Saying, “Let her be a joy in Hell.“ He was off to wallow in oblivion, which was his favorite place to stay. He always got what he wanted there. Deluxe accommodations without expectations.
To his great surprise, he was cast out instead. Forced to grovel and beg and come crawling back a few months later. Her mother had wavered. Sending the confused child to a state hospital, only to retrieve her weeks later. Clutching the girl to her, the tiny thing swaddled from the wet in a red raincoat that was two sizes too big. It was a hand-me-down from her older sister Myrna. A grey cloud follows her and pours torrents upon her head. The surrounding landscape is sunny and bright. Her crutch tips slide across the wet blacktop. The cloud had shown the next morning at the breakfast table, no less. Rain stared as her oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins became an inedible oat-like soup.
Mr. Neckerton from apartment 312 could pray to the ancient Haitian god of mushi-mushi all he wanted. This is how Rain was. And really, she didn’t see what the big deal was.
I mean, damn dude. What was he crying about? He wasn’t the one getting wet.
Friday, January 8, 2010
laptops r fun!
laptops r fun! (and moderately annoying.) it loaded 2day. so yay. however this keyboard was obviously designed for a cia operative or something. becuz wow. you barely have to point or click before it's doing something. you scroll over something with the pointer it clicks it.which is good, really. except if you're moving it somewhere else. so i try to point slow. that seems to work better. it anticipates my next move and tries to copy for me. or it moves up a line or back a word. lol,.
miss tecchino, no worries, ok? i'll figure it out. i got most of my favorites on here already and my antivirus loaded. looking fwd to watching venice 2nite on here. dude, this screen is so clear. did u send the mp3 player to use as a flash drive? just checking. i looked in the book and it says i can install external drives 2, which will likely happen sometime in the future, since almost all my shit is on a disc somewhere. u were right, i think. the service was down. or maybe it's becuz i'm in the same room with the router. awesome! the monster's not even on, right now! i nearly soiled myself this morning. i was like, whaaaaaaat! how'd it know what my settings were?
we now have 3 cats in residence. neeko, neeko's gf, who mom has dubbed sarah, which sounds way better than mama, i have to admit. now we just need a more appropriate name for rachel's brother, currently known as blacky. i will post pictures at some point. but it's so not today. sarah thinks she's a princess. and truthfully, except for the farting, she is. yes, u can laugh. becuz that was indeed funny. she's part siamese i think. and still young enough to play which is much to the delight of mom and my bro. she was rubbing on me earlier and attempting to help me type. she wanted out, apparently. black, for his part, tried to help me make coffee this morning. i got my coffee pot out and cleaned it up, but since my coffee tasted like dirt maybe i should let it soak some more. but then again dirt doesn't taste that bad. but the whole point of that was to be less noisy. i'm usually up b4 his highness and the matriarch, see. and with my coffee pot set up, i can be up having coffee and not disturbing their coveted peaceful slumber. well, let's just say mr. black wasn't helping me be quiet. lol. off to utube! happy new yr to me! d techinno, if you're having aol issues, just download aim. it's the im service. that way, you won't have to deal with aol itself. that's what i did. it's much easier. that's how we talk everyday. ha, i'm looking for my mouse. god, this is so weird.
miss tecchino, no worries, ok? i'll figure it out. i got most of my favorites on here already and my antivirus loaded. looking fwd to watching venice 2nite on here. dude, this screen is so clear. did u send the mp3 player to use as a flash drive? just checking. i looked in the book and it says i can install external drives 2, which will likely happen sometime in the future, since almost all my shit is on a disc somewhere. u were right, i think. the service was down. or maybe it's becuz i'm in the same room with the router. awesome! the monster's not even on, right now! i nearly soiled myself this morning. i was like, whaaaaaaat! how'd it know what my settings were?
we now have 3 cats in residence. neeko, neeko's gf, who mom has dubbed sarah, which sounds way better than mama, i have to admit. now we just need a more appropriate name for rachel's brother, currently known as blacky. i will post pictures at some point. but it's so not today. sarah thinks she's a princess. and truthfully, except for the farting, she is. yes, u can laugh. becuz that was indeed funny. she's part siamese i think. and still young enough to play which is much to the delight of mom and my bro. she was rubbing on me earlier and attempting to help me type. she wanted out, apparently. black, for his part, tried to help me make coffee this morning. i got my coffee pot out and cleaned it up, but since my coffee tasted like dirt maybe i should let it soak some more. but then again dirt doesn't taste that bad. but the whole point of that was to be less noisy. i'm usually up b4 his highness and the matriarch, see. and with my coffee pot set up, i can be up having coffee and not disturbing their coveted peaceful slumber. well, let's just say mr. black wasn't helping me be quiet. lol. off to utube! happy new yr to me! d techinno, if you're having aol issues, just download aim. it's the im service. that way, you won't have to deal with aol itself. that's what i did. it's much easier. that's how we talk everyday. ha, i'm looking for my mouse. god, this is so weird.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
That's How We Roll
Yeah, so here’s the thing. Mom goes into furniture rearranging mode, which includes my shit. She has failed to inform me that she putting the shelf between my paint table and the kitchen in her room. What's she replacing it with? That stupid TV stand I hate. I always hurt myself around it. But she refuses to gt rid of it. Well, instead of asking me to remove my boxes from the unit, she starts going through them. She see no problem with this at all. But I do. It’s about propriety. She understands this concept, believe me. But only as it applies to her. She likes to have things a certain way in her own space. As do I. Well anyway, an argument erupts. I tell her I don’t like her going through my shit. She has a tendency to throw things away that she doesn’t see the significance of. She says that's why she put all our shit in storage before we left SC.
"And see," she says, showing me a box. "I'm not throwing anything away." I tell her, "No, you just put it up where I can't reach it because you think I won't need it."
So she’s going through everything and I’m bitching at her for it. So eventually she tells me to shut the fuck up. And now my bro steps in with his 2 cents. I tell him to stay out of it. That it’s between her and I. Mom says it involves him because he has to listen to it. If things were switched and I had insinuated myself into their disagreement she would have told me what I told him. Because that’s how we roll around here. My siblings have valid points and their mouths aren’t big and I should stfu. Same shit. Mom doesn't listen. She just needs to be right and get the last word in. It's incredibly frustrating.
Now, let me clarify something for you, ok? There wasn’t anything that was that important in those boxes. It was what she was doing. She could have very easily cracked my bedroom door and explained what she wanted done. I would have moved it myself. But no, she’s Miss "I can do it faster and avoid conflict." But after 35 yrs she should know that doesn’t work. So my bro starts slinging comments. Saying it was her day off. Implying that we always fight on her day off. But more to his exceptionally freakin valid point, I always instigate things. Which btw, is unfair and untrue. Then I say something about how I’m pretty much expected to mind my own damn business but neither of them have to. And he insinuates that I’m so good at that. That wasn’t fair either. So I banished myself to my room. Which is freezing. I got pissed off because it feels like my bros problems are all that matters. Last night, I informed the entire house that I was going to clean the kitchen. The fact that it was 2 am was of little importance because everyone was still awake. Well my bro doesn’t usually retire till day break. At 2:30 he shuts his light off. I still felt like cleaning the kitchen. So at 3, I start the water for the dishes. This sets him off and thus so, mom. I care about the noise, I do. But he doesn’t care when mom and I are sleeping. If he’s awake, he’s going to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, no matter the hour. On several occasions of late, he has kept mom up despite the fact that she had to get up at the crack ass of dawn to go to work. He can be quiet. But it’s not because anyone’s sleeping. It’s because that’s what he chooses to do. His crack about my mouth was misplaced and taken out of context. I don’t comment on what he does unless I’m genuinely concerned. So this morning I went off about his Highness’s royal sleep schedule. I have often eaten cold food to avoid running the microwave out of consideration for his quirks. I don’t say a damn thing to him when he’s talking loudly on the phone to his gf at 4 am, either at his desk, or just for freakin fun, outside my bedroom window. You know he freakin complains about me listening in. But he makes it impossible not to! Damn it. So eventually mom puts a stop to his onslaught. Then she informs me she won’t set up the monster/laptop until I’m gone. And why haven’t I left the house anyway? Hello? It’s cold. Besides, wtf am I supposed to do? Set up my easel on a crossway on Broadway? I can’t win here, people. She yells at me for not painting. So obediently, I paint. Then I get yelled at for following instructions. WTF? If I’m working and the flow is there, it’s at a frenetic, breakneck pace. That’s just how it is. So what do I do between sessions? That’s right. Say it with me now. Sleeeeeeeep. The work schedules my hours. Not the other way around. So now, here’s what’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going out at daybreak. I’ll freeze my cankles off and she can shove it. I have yrs of practiced sleep deprivation awake fog on my damn side. And D-over the yrs, doctors have failed to diagnose any sleep related problems. I didn’t say anything though. Just figured that thems the breaks. I’m quite certain now that it’s related to my cp. I’ve heard of others with it encountering similar issues. And if it shortens my life span, so be it. I’m not in control of how much time I have either way. So no lectures or reprimands. Thanks.
"And see," she says, showing me a box. "I'm not throwing anything away." I tell her, "No, you just put it up where I can't reach it because you think I won't need it."
So she’s going through everything and I’m bitching at her for it. So eventually she tells me to shut the fuck up. And now my bro steps in with his 2 cents. I tell him to stay out of it. That it’s between her and I. Mom says it involves him because he has to listen to it. If things were switched and I had insinuated myself into their disagreement she would have told me what I told him. Because that’s how we roll around here. My siblings have valid points and their mouths aren’t big and I should stfu. Same shit. Mom doesn't listen. She just needs to be right and get the last word in. It's incredibly frustrating.
Now, let me clarify something for you, ok? There wasn’t anything that was that important in those boxes. It was what she was doing. She could have very easily cracked my bedroom door and explained what she wanted done. I would have moved it myself. But no, she’s Miss "I can do it faster and avoid conflict." But after 35 yrs she should know that doesn’t work. So my bro starts slinging comments. Saying it was her day off. Implying that we always fight on her day off. But more to his exceptionally freakin valid point, I always instigate things. Which btw, is unfair and untrue. Then I say something about how I’m pretty much expected to mind my own damn business but neither of them have to. And he insinuates that I’m so good at that. That wasn’t fair either. So I banished myself to my room. Which is freezing. I got pissed off because it feels like my bros problems are all that matters. Last night, I informed the entire house that I was going to clean the kitchen. The fact that it was 2 am was of little importance because everyone was still awake. Well my bro doesn’t usually retire till day break. At 2:30 he shuts his light off. I still felt like cleaning the kitchen. So at 3, I start the water for the dishes. This sets him off and thus so, mom. I care about the noise, I do. But he doesn’t care when mom and I are sleeping. If he’s awake, he’s going to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, no matter the hour. On several occasions of late, he has kept mom up despite the fact that she had to get up at the crack ass of dawn to go to work. He can be quiet. But it’s not because anyone’s sleeping. It’s because that’s what he chooses to do. His crack about my mouth was misplaced and taken out of context. I don’t comment on what he does unless I’m genuinely concerned. So this morning I went off about his Highness’s royal sleep schedule. I have often eaten cold food to avoid running the microwave out of consideration for his quirks. I don’t say a damn thing to him when he’s talking loudly on the phone to his gf at 4 am, either at his desk, or just for freakin fun, outside my bedroom window. You know he freakin complains about me listening in. But he makes it impossible not to! Damn it. So eventually mom puts a stop to his onslaught. Then she informs me she won’t set up the monster/laptop until I’m gone. And why haven’t I left the house anyway? Hello? It’s cold. Besides, wtf am I supposed to do? Set up my easel on a crossway on Broadway? I can’t win here, people. She yells at me for not painting. So obediently, I paint. Then I get yelled at for following instructions. WTF? If I’m working and the flow is there, it’s at a frenetic, breakneck pace. That’s just how it is. So what do I do between sessions? That’s right. Say it with me now. Sleeeeeeeep. The work schedules my hours. Not the other way around. So now, here’s what’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going out at daybreak. I’ll freeze my cankles off and she can shove it. I have yrs of practiced sleep deprivation awake fog on my damn side. And D-over the yrs, doctors have failed to diagnose any sleep related problems. I didn’t say anything though. Just figured that thems the breaks. I’m quite certain now that it’s related to my cp. I’ve heard of others with it encountering similar issues. And if it shortens my life span, so be it. I’m not in control of how much time I have either way. So no lectures or reprimands. Thanks.
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