I believe in dragons, fairies, centaurs, good men, and other mythical creatures.

My craftiness exposed

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 17:53:16 GMT

For those of a crafty bent, my site of original crochet patterns is here.

There's pictures of all of my original crochet patterns, some of the wedding stuff, and other goodies.

Check it out if you feel inclined.

Love until later,

The play's the thing to catch the conscience of the king.

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 20:46:00 GMT

This weekend was Triumph.

Lovely time to be an NPC, I must say.

I get a recurring character now. I get to be a pretty, pretty princess in the form of a witch. A witch who doesn't care about the dealings of people, so long as her Aettland goes back to the way it was before the Chaos.

I had a grand time interacting with so many of my friends that I usually only get killed by or end up asking for stuff from: C, MW (f), MW (m), K, J.2, D, G, etc. The list goes on.

One of the funniest things I overheard was Miranda talking to Kal: "Who clobbers a witch? I mean, really!"

I had a great time this weekend. I was cold (of course, everyone knew that ;) and tired, but I rode home with JS and we had a v nice chat. We hadn't really had a chance to talk about some things in depth, so it was cool to get to know her better.

I'll be uber busy most of this week. Sleeping tonight, date night tomorrow, film club and A on Wednesday, Superheroes Thursday (I think), Friday is in the air, Saturday I'm going to see my brother, sister-in-law, and Dad in a play, and Sunday I will be unconscious.

Love until later,

~J

Advice, please.

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 16:53:46 GMT

I have a friend who I will call T. T is currently getting a divorce from H.

T and I met at an IFB event several weeks ago and he seemed very cool.

We got to talking at dinner after the movie and we had a lot in common: we’re both gamers, we both like similar movies, we are both fairly aligned insofar as politics and the like are concerned.

I like talking to him; he seems a really sweet guy.

Last night, I met up with some of the people from the Indianapolis D&D Meetup for the first time for drinks and dinner before we were going to go to “A Nightmare Before Christmas – 3D.” (We ended up not going to the movie, but I’ll get to that.)

While we’re at dinner, it comes out that one of the girls at dinner is T’s soon-to-be-ex H.

Ooh, awkward.

She wanted to know what he had said about her, and what sort of relationship he and I were in or whatever.

I was honest with her. I don’t know if I should have broken his confidence or not, but I did.

Instead of going to the movie after dinner, we went to Best Buy and back to H’s to watch “Secretary” which I enjoyed a great deal.

And then T called me. He was returning a call I had placed to him early in the evening, so it wasn’t completely out of the blue. But he started asking me questions about who was there, where I was, and what H had told me about them.

I am in a very uncomfortable position at the moment.

On the one hand, I have T telling me how much he still loves H and how all he wants is to be with her, and on the other hand I have H telling me to screw him so he can go ahead and get over her.

I actually don’t want to sleep with him. I want to be his friend. But I also want to be her friend. And I think T might take issue with that.

Thoughts? Could use the help here.

Love until later,

Anticip...................ation

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 12:21:27 GMT

I'm really looking forward to this weekend. Game in specific, life in general.

Aside from the fact that I am worrying myself sick about things over which I have no control, life is peachy at the mo'.

Had my standing Tuesday date with my lovelies last night: Torchwood, dinner, Bones, House, Reaper, and what was supposed to be Boston Legal and ended up being a special 20/20 about the Cali wildfires. I don't have the energy to care about all the things I'm not supposed to worry about in my personal life; if I start worrying about things I don't have to clear across the country, my head may explode.

And no one wants that. I think.

H's last night for 1-1/2 years at the film club is tonight. Godspeed, H. Felicitations and best of luck and all that jazz. Gonna miss her fiercely, but, ah, ce la vie.

Love until later

~J

Teh Amazing

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 17:48:25 GMT

So this weekend was wonderful.

I went to go see "The Taming of the Shrew" with MW on Friday night at Richmond Civic Theater. It was good; not great, but well worth the time.

Saturday was "Roman Art from the Louvre" at the IMA with H. Was stunning, although thinking maybe the Romans would have declined less if they had spent more time on keeping their empire going and less time carving exact replicas of the haristyles of the day. V. intricate, v. pretty, way too much time spent on them. Just saying.

Saturday night was IFB costume party. Was v. fun, especially seeing K's brother who is v. cute. Almost in the datable area, but not quite.

Left party early to go home and sleep before Kanar.

Oh. My. Gawd.

Kanar was awesome. Best gaming experience of my life. Watching the pc's kill themselves with undead forces and then for W to lose anyway was killer. Got to camera mule for them so many pictures were taken. I wish, just once, the pc's would stop fighting for just a minute so I could take an action shot without it being blurry, but what're you gonna do?

Afters was...interesting. I talked to a bunch of people, embarrassed the crap out of J.2, inadvertantly ignoring J.1. Ooops. Didn't mean to, but flirting requires focus, and I can't start something one person with someone else breathing down my neck. Literally.

Then, as we were leaving Cici's Pizza, P's car had a flat tire. 11:00 on a Sunday night with a flat spare. Hopeless, right? Never fear, I is here. I know of a 24 hour tire place on Raymond and Harding, so P, M, and I went over to Petro's, got the tire fixed and went back to Cici's. Upon our return, found out that P doesn't have a lug wrench and M's wouldn't fit his lugs. P drives a Jaguar and they have metric lugs. M's Mercury has standard lugs.

So I ended up calling AAA, who didn't show up until about 1:30. M bought us a "Crave Case" from the WC Lounge (that's White Castle, for those of you keeping score at home), so we had a picnic at midnight in the parking lot of Cici's pizza, telling jokes and watching "Red vs. Blue" on W's laptop until the battery died.

So that was my weekend. High drama, thrilling action, and only a minor headache.

Love until later,

~J

This is all just a bit of silliness, really.

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 16:47:57 GMT

My pirate name is:

Mad Bess Rackham

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.

Pachydermic Dissemblage

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 14:49:57 GMT

I'm sitting here at work, looking at my calendar for October, and I honestly cannot remember what I did Monday night. I didn't write it down, but I don't usually until several days later.

I just don't remember.

Note for those of you following along at home: I remember almost everything. I can tell you when I met people, or learned specific things, or the name of my brother's kindergarten teacher (it was Cora Little.)

So when I say that I cannot remember what I did on Monday after work, I mean that I am concerned about this.

I think I may have stayed home and watched Firefly and crocheted, but I don't know.

If I was with anyone who reads this, my apologies, but I have forgotten that we hung out. I'm sure it was a lot of fun.

I know what I did Tuesday. I know what I did Wednesday. I know what I did last night. I know what I'm doing tonight and for the next several days.

I just cannot remember from 5:30-11:00 Monday night.

That ever happen to you?

Love until later,

~J

Eating people? When does that get fun?

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 14:03:09 GMT

So, last night I went to go see "Gone Baby Gone" at a free preview.

Oh my god.

It was well done, well written, well acted, and I hated it.

I hated it because of the inherent violence and degradation of children in the story. Parts of it were actually painful to watch. Hurting children is never okay, and I don't deal well with watching it.

But hey, what do I know? I don't have children. I don't want children. But that doesn't mean I want to spend an evening watching them get hurt.

I'm kinda okay with watching adults get hurt, particularly when they deserve it. Bad people die and I actually enjoy it.

But kids? Never. It is never okay to hurt a child, and I don't know why it deserves to be emblazened on the big screen.

At least it was better than "Mystic River."

I need a nap; obviously I'm too cranky to be communicating with people.

Love until later,

~J

Yesterday is the last day of some of your life...

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 19:08:51 GMT

So, tonight I get to go see yet another free movie with my film club. This time it's "Gone Baby Gone," Ben Affleck's directorial debut.

I can get one other person in with me. Any takers? It's free. Cannot emphasize the free enough.

Tired with no good reason to be. Yesterday I went to K's dad's funeral. Suck. But after, I went to see people who understand me and don't place burdens upon me. Plus I got to see Saturday's Torchwood while eating dinner. For those of you who haven't seen it: don't eat ribs while watching it. Just...word to the wise.

Boss man has been out of the state since Sunday, so, yay! I'm gotten to wear flip flops and jeans to work every day. Haven't, but could if I chose to. Just been too cold for that sort of nonsense.

Have not done ANY actual work since 8:00 this morning. Have just been playing with Limewire and quotes from Firefly.

Love all of you. I really do. Just really too tired to be around too many people at the moment. Tired all the time, really. Sad, too. Again, without any good reason.

Love until later,

~J

Quotes, pweese.

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:07:06 GMT

As some of you know, I collect quotes.

I have pretty pens to transfer them into pretty books. It's all very...pretty.

Anyway, I would like, if I may, to ask for your favorite quotes.

They can be anything; I don't mind any subject, language (preferably English, but I mean, what're you gonna do?), or length.

Song lyrics, movie quotes, famous quotes, things that just pop into your head, that conversation you had while high with the Dalai Lama, whatever. Also, I don't need attributions. If you don't know who said a thing but you still think it's shiny, send it on over.

I loves me them, so anything you could do to help would be, by me, appreciated.

Thanks.

Love until later,
~J

Ummm...k.

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 19:59:33 GMT

What Subversive Alternative Paradigm Are You?
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You scored as Otherkin

You are Otherkin. You identify with otherworldy beings and feel you are truly something other than human. You are only biding your time here until you can return to where you truly belong. You seek others who share your yearnings and spend your time commiserating with those you like and mocking the ones you don't.

Otherkin

75%

White Lighter

70%

Aimless Eclectic

65%

True Alternative

55%

Magician

45%

Spiritualist

40%

Mystic

30%

Discordian

30%

Weekend Worrier

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 17:58:53 GMT

I'm not sure when it happened, but I have a lot of friends. Please let me say that this is a pretty new concept for me.

There was a time when I didn't really have many friends. I didn't think very highly of myself, so I'd hole up in a corner during recess and read. Read a lot.

Then, I started speaking up in class. I figured that since I knew what the teachers were talking about and no one else was interjecting anything interesting, I might as well pipe up.

But I still didn't really have any friends.

Jump to, say, eight years later. I have tons of friends and people that love me, some of them to the extent that I consider them to be more important to me than my family.

Why am I thinking about this? Because I feel like, for the first time in a long time, my life isn't headed straight for the unpleasant parts of the Nether Worlds.

Optimism's team shoots and scores. Let's check the current standings: Pessimism : 435,789,665,501, Optimism : 4.

Okay, I guess I still have a ways to go. But I feel like I deserve to be happy, so that's a start.

Love until later,

~J

Squish! I killeded it...I killeded it dead.

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:33:47 GMT

So, last night I went to "Lars and the Real Girl." with my film club and M. Is fan-effing-tastic. Ryan Gosling was tremendous; in fact, the whole cast, the direction, the script, everything was well done. It even had a scene that would've melted the heart of...well, anyone.

M and I had some really nice conversation. Particularly when he and I were talking about J. I had depended on W to talk to J and tell him that I'm not interested in more than friendship as far a relationships go. I just hadn't told him that myself. 'Fraid that was a mistake. See, I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I avoided the conversation entirely. Instead I asked one of his friends (who I have a brief history with) to tell him that I didn't want to be his girlfriend.

I called J after I got home from the movie and told him straight up that I like him a lot (totally true) and that I don't want him to get hurt (also true) but that I am not prepared at this time to make an emotional committment to anyone (still on the true side of things.) He was completely cool with it.

Which is awesome. 'Cause I still plan to be at KANAR and Triumph and other places where he might be, so leaving it hanging or worse, being intentionally cruel, would suck.

I'm glad we got it straightened out. I do like him a lot, but I also like a lot of people. I think he gets that now, better than he did before, so life is good now.

Well, life doesn't suck quite as badly as it did from Monday until yesterday when M played the voice of my conscience enough to force me to do the right thing.

Totally off this topic: I got my hair cut on Tuesday. Shorter than I've had it in ages, but I like it, and the feedback I've gotten indicates that other people like it too. MW declared it "cute." Good enough is.

(Just occurred to me: if they get monogramed towels, even after they marry, she won't have to change them. MW becomes MW. Nice.)

Love until later,

~J

Promises of False Wingtips

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 19:10:34 GMT

Tonight, I am going to a free screening of "Lars and the Real Girl." Anyone who wants to can come along. I have many additional passes for the flick.

I sorta don't want to go, because it's about a lonely man who introduces his family to his new girlfriend, who happens to be a life-size plastic blow up doll.

Ryan Gosling is in it, so it should be good, but the subject matter is kinda odd. I have a very active imagination, and I sometimes worry that some member of my family will eventually have me locked up because I play with swords on the weekends. Or because I dress up in costumes and prance about in the woods.

Oh well. Free movie tonight!

Love until later,

~J

Grrr, Argh!

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:56:47 GMT

Last night I got free therapy in the form of CDG time, which was lovely. It's so nice after a hellish day at the office to spend time with people I enjoy as much as I enjoy the three of them. Should say the five of them because I love the girls as well. Wonderful people all. Plus, I get to watch Torchwood when I'm over. =)

Torchwood from Saturday was good (sad but good), House was lovely as per usual, Reaper is actually quite good, and Boston Legal was also nice. It's also cool because I have people with whom to talk about the television I watch, so it's an all around good time. For me, at least.

Today is Wednesday, and because it is the 2nd Wednesday of the month, that means that it is Movie Game time at the IFB.

It's so much fun. We play various movie games and generally hate on each other because our tastes are so varied. We were playing one night (a version of the game wherein one person names a movie, the next person has to name an actor from that movie, and the next person has to name another movie with that actor, etc.) and I was sitting next to a member of my club who frankly knows all that there is to know about both mainstream and obscure cinema. The man is good at the game. And I stumped him.

With Hilary Duff. Not my proudest moment, but I got him.

So, anyway, that'll be fun. I'll go for a couple of hours and then go home and watch Criminal Minds and CSI:NY.

Tomorrow, I'm either going to stay home, watch CSI: and veg out or I'm going to a free screening of "The Last Game," a movie I have heard literally nothing about. Oh well.

Friday I was supposed to go to a Hogeye Navvy concert in Lafayette, but I don't think I will. Too far, gas is too dear, and I'll be tired. Plus, now I have other plans.

Saturday is my film club's last outdoor screening for the year. We're showing "Time Bandits" at Mass Ave Video at 9:00. It's free, so if you wanna come, it should be a good time. Just bring stuff to bundle up in, cause it should be chilly. Finally.

I mean, I just don't like summer. At all. I don't like being hot, sticky, or sweaty, so most of the time I just hole up in my apartment and crank the AC. Gawd, there were a couple of times this summer while gaming outside when I would have traded sexual favors for air conditioning.

It shouldn't be 96 in October, as it was on Saturday in Greenfield. It shouldn't be 86 in October, as it was when I was driving home from work yesterday.

I'm just saying, I hold my grandparents responsible. My friends' kids are fucked. (I say "my friends' kids" because I don't intend to have them.)

I seem to have lost my ability to relate concisely the point I wish to make. My apologies for the length of this note.

Love until later,

~J

To Be (Rude) or Not To Be (Rude)

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 17:11:32 GMT

I was at the Riley Days Fest on Saturday, as I had previously mentioned. I was standing at the soda fountain, waiting for an honest to gods cherry coke when the two women behind me struck up a conversation. Please let me say that they were making no attempt to cover up their conversation or whisper.

I was wearing a shirt that showed off my tattoos. I like my tattoos. They are tasteful and pretty, or at least I think they are.

So, I'm standing there, minding my own effing business, and these two chicks start talking about tattoos. Could be completely innocent of my personal body art, right? No. One of them says to the other, "See her tattoo? Not the butterfly, the other one? That's just...gross. I don't get it."

You get the point.

I turned around to let them know just what I thought of them, but their order came up, they paid and left, so I didn't get the chance to yell at them.

Whatever anyone else thinks, I think my tattoos are cool. Especially the one she despised. It's my mother's name, for christ's sake. It's not gross. If you don't like it, stfu.

I don't feel the need to explain myself to anyone. If you have questions about my tattoo, either ask me or keep quiet. But don't announce, in earshot, that you think my tattoo is gross.

I hate people. Stoopid bitch.

~J

mmmm....baked goods

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 16:48:44 GMT

Had a pretty good weekend, all things considered.

Friday was Garou in Bloomington, which was fun. Got to put my 30 levles of screaming to work, which was cool. Nice conversation with M & M, as per usual, but also got to have girly chat with K, which was teh awesome.

Not teh awesome: left my phone in M & M's car. Suck. Didn't have my phone from 2.45 Saturday morning to 9.20ish Saturday night. Have come to realize just how much I depend on my cell phone: checking email, checking Facebook, checking MySpace, texting, and, oh yeah, answering and placing phone calls. (Note to self: never leave phone someplace where you can't get to it if you have plans the next day.)

Saturday was better than I expected. Went to Greenfield with my dad for his birfday. We went to the Riley Days Fest, which is like the Fall Festival in Evansville but not as cool. It was pretty...okay, even though Dad brought D. I am really trying hard to like her, but come on. No one tells me about the divorce for SIX WEEKS, and now I'm expected to like his new girlfriend? Maybe other people could, but I just can't. I am doing my level best to be civil and for the most part, it's working. Back to the festival: got hit on by a guy in chicken suit while my dad was standing there, listening to us talk. I mean, at least D was trying to pull him away, but he just didn't get it. Dad bought me Amish apple butter, which is REALLY good. Actually, the only money I spent at all on Saturday was for cigarettes, which I didn't expect for him to pay for anyway.

After the festival, he drove us back to his new apartment where I watched CSI:NY and Torchwood (again) while he napped. Then we went to dinner with E & ML at Cheeseburger in Paradise, which was pretty good. My brother and I simply don't really get along. I love him, and I'm pretty sure he loves me, but we just butt heads at every opportunity. Oh well. Shit happens.

Also cool about Saturday: randomly ran into C&D when I went to M & M's to get my phone back. Didn't expect to see them at all this weekend, so it was cool bumping into them there. Also, M and I watched "The Replacement Killers." M was crashing, so she went to bed. Was a good flick that I had never seen. Additionally had good chatting about comics and gaming. Good times. Completely saved my Saturday.

Sunday was good too. I drove out to see J in Greencastle, and even though I have a terrible sense of direction, I made it there with only one missed turn, but that was because the directions were bad, not through any fault of mine. Really.

We hung out and tabletopped with W, Jake, Tommy, and Pogo. It was actually pretty cool. I had a lot of fun as W's character and the NPC I was playing got to bicker and snipe at each other, which is something W and I never do. Really. (Note to self: must work harder on the "innocent voice.")

But I think I have a problem. J and I were hanging out, and I tried to make sure he understood that we aren't going out. But I don't think he gets it. He was making dirty faces at Pogo all day because he was teasing me and making dirty suggestions as to what I could be doing while waiting for my turn in combat rounds. I talked to W; he said that he had also spoken to J to remind him that I am not now his girlfriend. I thought the message had been made perfectly clear to J until his cousin showed up and asked if I was his "little girlfriend who [he] was talking about."

I mean, come on. I am not looking for a relationship. I have plenty of relationships. They're called my friends. I don't want a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I am not looking for a serious anything. I am looking to have a good time and enjoy the people I want to hang out with and not anything more. Is that really so hard to grasp?

Love until later,

~J

I hate people. All of them.

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 19:08:16 GMT

I was in a car accident at lunch. Stoopid woman didn't see the guy behind me slow down, so she hit him and he hit me. The guy wanted a police report cause this woman was nuts, so I spent my entire lunch waiting for the officer to show up to do the report.

Luckily, when he heard my account and saw there was NO damage to my car, he let me go without including me in the report. Which essentially means that I stood around at 71st and Shadeland for an hour FOR NO GOOD REASON.

I hate people. I want new ones and I want them now.

Love until later,

~J

Must...Have...Pudding!

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 11:45:17 GMT

Am sitting at work, trying not to think about the fact that it is still dark outside. Bah. Should not have to be awake when the sun has not elected to be. Probably is hungover. Lazy sun.

Last night was groovy. Visited with C,D,&G for some hanging out and dinner. I was able to help C out in a way that was not at all a hassle for me and brought her happiness. That made me smile. These are good people, and they provide me with free therapy. We watched Torchwood and now I see what all the fuss is about. John Barrowman is not exactly someone I would kick out of bed for eating crackers. But, as G pointed out, that's all he'd be doing in my bed.

Am going to Garou tonight. Not terribly excited, but I love the people I will be seeing there, so yay. I should get home right around 3.30 tomorrow morning, because the game is in B-town, and, well, you see, I don't live there.

Tomorrow is Dad's birthday. I finished his present (a gray scarf) on Sunday, so no worries there. Am going with him to the James Whitcomb Reilly Festival in Greenfield. Woot. *said sarcastically*. REALLY don't want to go, but as it is his birthday, I will play the dutiful daughter, even though I would rather have someone sodomize me with the knife from that episode of Torchwood we watched last night than go.

I don't hate my father. I just don't want to spend time with him. I want to spend time with people who are nice or fun or with whom I connect on an intellectual or emotional level, i.e. not my dad. My dad is going through a shitty time right now, but he expects me to be uber supportive. Well, I can't. Maybe I could have been if he had, you know, let me know what was going on from the start. But he didn't. So I don't feel the need to be there for him. When I was a little girl, he didn't expect me to fulfill his emotion needs, so if he insists on treating me like a little girl, then that is what I will be for him: an emotionally unavailable teenager.

Sunday should be awesome. Well, not quite. I do have to work from 9-12. I hate my job. It's stoopid to expect me to come in on a weekend when I'm already giving this man 46 hours of my week, every week.

But, after the horrendousness of work, I get to drive to Greencastle. Because I have...a date. That's right, folks. I was asked out, I accepted, and I get to drive to effing Greencastle to do it.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I don't date. I just...don't. If you know me, at all, you will understand why. But this guy is sweet, intelligent, and v. cute. And a gamer. Doesn't hurt that he thinks I'm pretty, either. So, when we met, I gave him my number, he actually CALLED me, and he asked me out. What the hell. I'll go, have a good time, and drive home, hopefully without the hallucinations that came after I left Greencastle the last time.

Anyway, this has gone on for quite long enough, don't you think?

Love until later,

~J

Mornings would be better if they started after noon.

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 12:28:33 GMT

When I was visiting M in Chicago for my vacation this year, she gave me a number of songs that she thought I should have. One of them is Baz Luhrmann's "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen.)

This is a fantastic song that everyone should listen to.

It has some great lines, like, "Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday."

I have been listening to this song all morning and I feel much better for it.

I went and helped M move last night, which was a great deal of fun. I didn't do that much to help, but I enjoyed getting to hang out with M. She is an awesome person and has introduced me to some faboo people.

Also, I was drunk dialed last night at 1.15 by W and his friends. He wanted me to sing my family's drinking song for J, who I am going to go see on Sunday.

J and I had a nice little chat after I sang for him (what was I gonna do, hang up on him?) until the battery on his cell died and he hung up on me.

Tonight I am doing nothing but some stuff I have to do for myself. I have no plans to see anyone. Not gonna turn down any offers if they come my way, mind you. I'm kinda nervous about this thing I have to do tonight, so good thoughts, okay?

I'm pretty sure I had a point when i sat down to write this, but it escapes me now.

Love until later,

~J

It helps that I just saw the movie on Saturday, I suppose...

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 11:45:58 GMT

Your Score: King Arthur

You scored 85Worthiness!

You're King Arthur. Charged with the nobel task of finding the grail by God himself. You know exactly what you're doing and you're on top of every situation. "It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeator of the Saxons, sovereign of all England!" "The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king!"

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Meetings

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 11:39:14 GMT

So. I met Edward James Olmos this morning. From "Stand and Deliver" and "Selena". Yeah, THAT Edward James Olmos.

He spoke at a Father/Son breakfast group my boss runs, which meets at 6:00 am once a month for fathers and sons to have breakfast.

I got up at 5:16, showered, dressed and was at Cathedral by 6. Gawd, it was early. But it was sooooo worth it.

He has had an amazing life. V. cool guy. And he said something that really touched me.

He stood in front of about 100 fathers, sons, mothers, and daughters and said "My father is always with me. I see him every time I look in the mirror. And I am proud of that."

Well, I started crying. Because that's how I feel about mom. She is always with me. I can't get rid of her. Not that I'd want to.

But even before he started speaking , I was crying because every father stands up and says what it is about his son that makes him proud.

I wonder what my parents would say. "I'm proud of Jessica because..."

And I can't think of anything. I'm sad this morning because I don't know if they could say anything at all.

I do a lot of things well. But nothing that anyone could say they're proud of me for. "Oh, Jessica is good at giving back rubs." "Jessica can string ten words together when one or two would suffice." "Jessica reads four or five new books a week."

Nothing monumental. But really, monument is not what life is all about. It's the little things, like having good friends, or a really good stretch.

I'm proud of me for having the courage to wake up every morning, knowing that I'll probably hate life by lunchtime.

But it's better than the alternative.

Love until later,

~J

Okay...I'm a bigger dork than I thought.

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:13:59 GMT

Your home is a

Magic Gamer's Mansion

Your kitchen is stocked with chips, dips, and assorted caffeinated beverages. There's a pantry with emergency backup caffeinated beverages. You also have some breakfast cereals in there, but you haven't had breakfast since last Spring. Your master bedroom has blankets printed with images of Mario and Link. Your study includes unread copies of various gamer magazines, each purchased for the free demo CDs. One of your garages houses your Hummer, and others contain your H2, and H3... with room for an H4, if they ever invent one.

Your home also includes a roost for griffons. You've never actually seen a griffon, but you keep the roost ready anyway. Your guests enjoy your collection of every console and associated game ever made. Except the Intellivision -- those controllers drive them NUTS. Outside is the moat that protects your home from goblin invaders and extended family.

And, you have a pet -- a koopa named "Shelly".

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Build YOUR Dream House!

The Happy Coin...

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:04:10 GMT

One side of the happy coin: This was a really good weekend for me. I don’t say that enough, so I thought I should.

Friday night, I went and hung out with C, G, & D, which has become my favorite way to spend time. We had dinner and just spent time together.

I seriously love these people. Can I just say that? I so enjoy spending time with people who don’t have an agenda, who have no ulterior motives as to why they want people around.

I think it’s bloody brilliant. I think THEY’RE bloody brilliant.

Saturday was KaNaR. It was interesting. It would have been a good deal more enjoyable for all if everyone brought enough water. I had 12 liter bottles of water for myself, but apparently I was the only one. I mean, look at a friggin’ weather forecast. Hot plus dry equals hydrate. It’s simple.

But I did make a new friend. Actually one of W’s friends but J and I spent most of the day on Saturday hanging out and getting to know each other. It was v. cool.

Sunday was a good day. It was time for C’s birthday party (Happy Birthday, my glorious friend.) and it was fantastic. Some of my favorite people in the world were there. After all had left, I got to have some really wonderful conversation with C, the only downside of which is that I stayed up so late talking with her that I overslept my alarm and woke up 20 minutes after I was supposed to be at work this morning.

Oops.

Oh well. I didn’t even get in trouble for it. My boss didn’t even mention it.

Other side of the happy coin is: the other admin in my office is going through what I went through with my mom five years ago, but right now. She is actually dying from the same thing Mom had. It’s kinda weird and it sucks. I just want to cry and have wanted to all day.

I need a hug.

Love until later,

Feeling Better Feels...Better

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 17:55:57 GMT

I haven't felt as good as I do right now for two weeks.

I can breathe, I can talk, I can't sing yet, but I'm hoping that comes back shortly.

I'm sitting at work, thinking about how I'm going to order a pizza or Chinese takeout, read my book, maybe color my hair, drink non-alcoholic beverages, smoke cigarettes, things I haven't enjoyed for the last two weeks. Hell, I might even sleep, but that's doubtful.

All in all, I feel much better.

I'm actually happy today, but that's different from yesterday. I spoke sternly to my grandmother about how I wasn't going to put up with my biological family's crap anymore. That I am having an interesting enough time dealing with my own bullshit right now, that I don't need my dad's to pile onto it.

She asked if it was slap in the face. I told her that it wasn't for her. It was for people in my family, i.e. my father, who deliberately or not "protect" me from harsh information. Then she told me that my Aunt Martha died last week.

Note to my friends: if there is something important going on, please tell me, even if you think I am not strong enough or smart enough or old enough to hear it. I am not 12. I can deal with it, but I can't deal with it if no one tells me.

My family obviously hasn't gotten that memo yet.

Grrr.

Anyway, didn't I start this happy? Oh, well. I found out last night that one of my friends is a huge Hogeye Navvy fan. I happen to know some of the people in the group, so I thought it was funny that he is a fan of them.

This has become a lot more rambly than I intended for it to be. Errr, bye.

Love until later,

~J