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.

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.

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.

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 1^st 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 1^st 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 1^st 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 1^st 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 6^th 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.