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September 4th, 2008
12:21 am - Talking Feline & a poem
ApPARENTly (yes, there is a reason for the caps) while I was gone to Dragon*Con, my furkid missed me. Ever since my return, Astrid has been trying to climb into my legs and been saying "Mama" over and over and over again. She's never really talked before, but I've never left her alone for this long before. This "Mama" is almost as distinct as the "It HURTS" that Mi Chi (the main mama Peke I had back in high school) uttered while I was midwifing her first litter during my freshman year.
"Love in Grey and Black" CLJS 09-04-08
A cloud of grey and black
which is all silver lining
twines about tired legs
leaving bits of itself
to be removed by soft pink sandpaper
Amber orbs with ellipsoid slits
stare intently through oval panes
and thus into my soul
as a soothing rumble larger
than the body from which it emanates
begins to calm a troubled spirit
My questing fingers
softly stroke
the vibrating side
of the fluffy lap-warmer
and I know I am loved
simply because she wishes it
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/happy.gif) content
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September 3rd, 2008
10:21 am - Best comment overheard at Con
"The women all look like Debbie Harry in her prime." Robert Englund
My roommate heard this one while walking around this weekend.
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03:29 am - I don't understand...
certain (read that as most) members of the male half of the species.
( TMI feel free to skip )
Current Location: home
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/thoughtful.gif) contemplative
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September 2nd, 2008
06:20 pm - Post Dragon*Con thoughts
Returned home from Dragon*Con on Monday. Was still somewhat inebriated when I awoke that morning and experienced what I think may have been my first hangover later that afternoon (there were many people giving me a swig of this and a quaff of that at the pirate party in addition to the 3 drinks I had consumed with intent). There is too much to tell about the weekend in a single post, so there will likely be several over the course of the next several days.
I was described by my roommate as being like "a male toddler left alone in a seminary" when it comes to my ability to get into trouble. Even though all the trouble I got in was getting lost. The closest thing to THAT sort of trouble I got in was one vampire putting his hand on my leg after the pirate party and (after asking) giving me a kiss on the cheek as we parted after chatting for a while.
First and foremost: I LOVE DRAGON*CON and will now go every year I can possibly swing it.
Secondly, I need to do better at time management and prep-work as I did not get to anywhere near all the panels and such that I had wished to and my costumes were very sketchy and incomplete.
Tertiarily, I really must work on improving my physical condition. Dragon*Con, as it turns out, is not a convention, but rather an endurance sport.
SHOES! I need comfortable shoes for the massive amounts of walking to be done at Con.
I also need to start a savings account solely for Con, as the variety of stuff in the dealers' and exhibitors' room was awesomely groovy but uncheap.
I found out about an hour ago that at some point during the weekend my roommate (who is male, 6'2" and large with lots of ink and piercings) told a certain long haired kilted musician that I wanted to do naughty things to him. I would be embarrassed, but I was not present when it happened and, well, it is true.
A good idea would be for me to remember to keep hydrated next time. I spent all day today crashed out on the sofa snoozing and trying to recover.
I need to replace my phone, as I have FINALLY learned my lesson when it comes to where I keep the sucker. When one is in the midst of crowds that size and in that sort of heat, using the cleavage as a phone pocket is NOT a good idea. Sweat kills cellphones when it seeps into the battery compartment. Particularly when also compressing it inside a corset. Also particularly when exerting oneself learning and attempting to dance the Virginia/Scottish Reel.
Most needed for next year: REPLACEABLE FEET and spares. Mine still feel like they've been beaten with bricks and sticks and all sorts of ouchie things.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/hyper.gif) giddy
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August 11th, 2008
12:19 am - Having crafty friends is wonderful
As background: I am going to be going to Dragon*Con this year and am a first-timer.
I will be dressing up.
One of the costumes in question is that of Menolly from Anne McCaffrey's Harper Hall series.
Model Magic hates me.
It is that last one that is the point of this posting.
I have a friend, whom I've known off and on for about 18 years, who has saved me from myself. I attempted to create a figure of the gold firelizard Beauty out of Model Magic (an air dry modeling compound made by Crayola) which wound up looking like a mutated and deformed chicken. I told her about this problem because I have seen what she can do with this stuff (just wait till those of you going to D*C see her as Death of Rats from Terry Pratchett's Discworld books!) and was absolutely blown away when I saw the beginnings of her rendition of Beauty. Delicate, stable, accurate to a combination of description within books and cover art, quasi-posable. I am in awe. Ordinarily I am no slouch at crafty stuff, but when it comes to that particular medium, this friend is an absolute Crafting Goddess.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/bouncy.gif) bouncy
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July 29th, 2008
12:51 pm - Doing the Dragon*Con induced HAPPY DANCE
Not only have MANY of my favourite authors, actors, etc. confirmed being guests for Dragon*Con, NOW I have found out that those deliciously delightful, musically masterful, hilarious (and HOT!) lads known as the Brobdingnagian Bards will (albeit unofficially) be performing as well. I'm in geek-chick heaven.
I've costume construction under way (with assistance from and whilst assisting a friend of mine), I've an offer of floorspace in the Hyatt, me mum shall be minding me wee bairn (thus freeing me to have all the fun I could want), and there will ALWAYS be something going on that I want to see/do/take part in. This will be brilliant!
Very much with the "SQUEE!" feelings about now;)
HUGGLESMOOCHIES to whomever wants:)
Current Mood: excited
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July 18th, 2008
01:47 am - Out of curiousity...
How many of you on my friends list are going to be attending Dragon*Con this year? It will be my first time and I'm very much looking forward to the experience (even got my mom to watch the kidlet so I can have fun without worrying about what is and isn't appropriate for my 8 yr old).
Now for the fun question. Does anyone who knows me in RL have any costuming advice? What can the short round chick "pull off" that would be in keeping with the con?
hugs and kisses to them as wants 'em
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/idea.gif) creative
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July 14th, 2008
03:36 am - snagged from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) quadrivium and short update
Your result for Which Chess Piece are You Test?... The Queen's Knight
The Queen’s Knight is armed with rose-colored glasses. The mundane comes to life and nature becomes expressive of spirit. The interesting thing about this Knight is the ability to switch from fantasy to reality. There are exceptions to the rule, but this is the type that may have had imaginary friends as a youngster. Their stuffed animals also were great companions. The Queen’s Knight will see the good in almost anyone or anything – but their depth of emotion can remain hidden even from themselves. Circumstances tend to reveal sudden responses. Not all life is rosy and this Knight is not exempt from disappointment or frustration with humanity. They may feel incompetence when dealing with their own ethical values. Things aren’t simply white black, but a grand battle of Good versus Evil. Evil must be reckoned with but Good shall eventually win. It is not that they fight evil, but that they fight for the essence of moral good. Doing something good is quite satisfactory for them and indeed increases their happiness. It is when something is not reciprocated to them that they are saddened and disappointed by others. They learn that others aren’t as self-sacrificing. The Queen's Knight is dominated by an inner world of intense feeling and deeply rooted ethics. They seek to form their life based on their views. They are highly curious of those around them so are readily accepting of others unless their values are being threatened. They promote insight and understanding amongst others and contribute well thought ideas. They however can be a bit too idealistic. Take Which Chess Piece are You Test? at HelloQuizzy
Now, on to actual news.
I am absolutely, positively, for certain sure going to Dragon*Con this year. Without question. It's paid for and I'm thrilled to know I can go. I hope to see some if not many of you there:)
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/blank.gif) indescribable
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June 16th, 2008
08:34 pm - Had to show what I Stumbled Upon
http://www.pl0g.de/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/yoda_papier.jpg
Wow! An Origami YODA! Words fail.
Will do a real post with actual content soonish.
HUGS friends
Current Music: (mentally) Yoda by Weird Al
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June 28th, 2007
04:39 pm - Butterfly emerges
Okay, ya'll, my pants are beyond bankrupt. But, I am finally able to report in on the goings on since Mothers' Day. As you know, a relationship ended and another began between my former partner (now still friend) and our roommate (also still friend). This turn of events sent me on a journey of introspection and self-examination. I have arrived at a point in which I finally really accept, like, and, for the first time in my life, really love myself. My muse of poetry has reawakened after many years spent primarily in slumber. I have changed religious pantheons, switching (with permission from my former Patron!) from a Hellenic path to a Nordic one. My crafting (mostly x-stitching, but also several others we well) has improved by an order of magnitude. My relationship with my daughter has gotten much better. For the first time since I was 18 (that's 13 years, for those who are counting) I am down to under 180lbs. 179#! WOOHOO!
There is more, but I think I'll wait on that for a while... till I am more certain exactly what is going on:)
HUGS to all you wonderful people!
Current Mood: indescribable
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May 21st, 2007
01:11 pm - solitude
in a word, it sucks.
I still love him beyond words. It hurts. I seclude myself with a hawk, a wolf, and a crow for company. They are nice, but they are not him. I have been keeping a pen and paper journal of progress and thoughts, since I don't have 'net access at my new residence.
I miss what was and dream of what could be/could have been. I find myself simultaneously hoping that they work, since they both deserve someone good, and that they don't work, but that is wishful thinking in corrallary-land.
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May 15th, 2007
07:12 pm - better living through chemistry
I finally did it. I finally bit the proverbial bullet and requested info about anti-depressants. I was then given a little survey thingie to fill out and was, when finished, informed that I had moderate to severe depression. Hmmm, interesting. I expected moderate, but the severe part was a bit of a surprise. At any rate, nice new doctor chick then hands me a prescription for some really insanely expensive pills (over $2 each WITH insurance!). Well, I took the first one at around 1ish (about 6 hours ago) and, though slightly nauseated, I am delisciously numb. I can think. I can feel to an extent. But I'm not on my usual little boat in a sea of tears to which I constantly add (the norm of late). I can even listen to songs that I love which have ALWAYS made me cry (Puff the Magic Dragon, The Rose, Leader of the Band, etc.) and ones which recently have become instant tear-jerkers WITHOUT SO MUCH AS SHINY EYES! This is a fucking MIRACLE! I don't feel RIGHT yet, but then I don't know if I even remember what RIGHT feels like.
Current Location: limbo
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/sad.gif) numb
Current Music: a mix cd I just made of former tear-jerkers YIPPEE
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May 8th, 2007
08:20 pm - Mystique
Yesterday, my feline companion since Valentine's weekend of '97 passed to the Summerlands. Her cause of death: piss. Back in December, the man I love, my daughter and I, went to Nebraska to visit his parents and Mysti stayed home with our roommates. The female roommate had to change the sheets on my daughter's bed on a daily basis for the entire length of our trip because my sweet old lady cat had been urinating on them. She got kicked out of the house and became, for the first time in a decade, an outside cat. We went to the GA Ren Faire this weekend, and I did not see her for a few days after we arrived home Saturday night. Yesterday, I saw her. She had gotten into a fight with something that tore the hell out of her face, which was already infected rather badly by the time I saw her. She could not eat. She could not drink. Her meow was distorted and sounded very, very pained. The only options were to help her pass at home or to take her to the vet where they would do the same in a sterile, loveless environment. I was not strong enough to do the deed myself, so my beloved did Mysti and I both that favor. She is buried behind the back patio on a hillside beneath a concrete block to prevent scavengers from consuming the shell she left behind. She was my first (and likely last) cat. She tolerated me, my late spousal unit, my daughter's toddler self's mauling affections, assorted roommates and their feline companions and any number of indignities thrust upon her by visitors. She was an incredibly sweet fur-baby, though she was full grown when she adopted us. I will miss her terribly.
I wish that her passing was the worst that had happened this week.
Current Location: what is, for now, home
Current Mood: drained
Current Music: in my head: "Hate me" by Blue October
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April 27th, 2007
11:36 am - For those few Grovies on my flist
Fair warning: When attempting to install the hot water heater, somehow the incoming water line and hose to the tank got cross-threaded and fubar'd the start of the threading making it impossible to connect them properly until the faucet-type part is replaced (the bit with the threading on it!). So, while showers will be available this weekend, they'll be really frimpin' cold ones.
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April 22nd, 2007
09:48 am - snagged from quadrivium
</form> Northern. Whether you have the world famous Inland North accent of the Great Lakes area, or the radio-friendly sound of upstate NY and western New England, your accent is what used to set the standard for American English pronunciation (not much anymore now that the Inland North sounds like it does). Take this quiz now - it's easy!
Current Location: alabama (where I've lived the vast majority of my life)
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/amused.gif) amused
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February 28th, 2007
12:52 pm - problems
1) my hand wants to fall off. I spent too long "polishing my leaf" today.
2) $%^&*( digital camera hates me. is refusing to turn on so I can take picture of shiny silver prettiness.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/annoyed.gif) annoyed
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February 27th, 2007
10:30 pm - love/hate relationship with art clay
I have just had my first REAL experience with Art Clay. I've tried molding it before with nice enough results, but tonight was the first time I actually WORKED with it to make something unique. I HATE IT! But, at the same time, I know that when it is dry and fired, I will love the result. Still, 'tis a pain in the arse.
As for what I made...
I'm a member of Hallowed Oaks Grove, which is an ADF (Druid) Grove. Well, each time we have a Rite/Ceremony/Ritual/etc. we seem to have an auction of items which our people donate. I decided to get in on the donating act and make use of my Art Clay kit (spiffy if annoying stuff that starts out as a clay but when dry and then fired turns into 99.9% pure silver) by making a pendant shaped like an oak leaf. My beloved did me the favour of finding some pics of oak leaves for me to work with. All I can say at this point is that it is vaguely oak leaf shaped and should be dry enough to take the torch to by tomorrow evening. It would be nice if it (the clay) were more cooperative, but we shall see how it turns out once fired. Took me darn near three hours to make a pendant because I kept having to start over. I hope my "Grovies" like it. I just look forward to seeing how it looks post-torching and polished.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/cool.gif) accomplished
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February 13th, 2007
07:35 am - "I'm a dorkfish"
Today the actions of yesterday are amusing, if somewhat tender.
In the course of what all had to get done yesterday, I took my sister type friend/roommate and her son to see our future home (on which we are to close today!). After giving her the grand tour, I was showing her the laundry room/mudroom and foolishly jumped rather hard in an upward fashion beneath a wall cabinet, splitting my noggin open for the first time in my life. At first, I did not know that I had opened it, just grabbed the whacked section of scalp and collapsed in pain. She had tried to stop me from jumping, but "NO" came out "WHOA" and too late at that. She had me move my hand to look at it and WHOOSH out poured the red stuff, running down over my left eye and dripping onto the inside of my glasses. She made me lie down, whereupon her 5 yr old comes in and asks "Mommy, is Aunt Carinn dead?" to which she laughingly answers (accompanied in laughter by me, the chick bleeding profusely from the scalp) "No sweetie, she's not dead" to which he in turn replies "Oh good, I sure wouldn't want to tell Dale that one" which made us laugh even harder (which, by the way makes a head wound bleed even harder). I apologized for bleeding on her (tan coloured) jeans which got me thumped on the nose and prompted her to kneel in the by-now-largish bloodpuddle (just like a mudpuddle only different).
We held paper towels over the gash and smooshed hard and within 5 mins it was down to merely oozing and I kept quoting Dale quoting a comedian by saying "I'm a dorkfish". My beloved got called and suggested going to my mother's place, as it was closest, to check for concussion. I continued repeating that I was a dorkfish and whenever the 5 yr old son of my sister type friend heard me he'd say "you can't say that, that's Dale's saying."
Got to Mom's place and she kept trying to insist that I go to the hospital to get stitches, but I refused and was saved from lecture by Nona (the sister type friend/roommate) who reminded her that my munchling had to get picked up from school. So, I stayed at my mother's house with the boychild while she and Mom went to get my kidlet. Accidentally took a micro-nap and got whacked on the leg for it when I confessed to having snoozed several hours later. Eventually got self, Nona, and 2 kiddos home where I got called a dorkfish several times and was handed a steel helmet by my beloved.
All in all, I'd say yes, I am a dorkfish and apparently wall cabinets are my corndog.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/growf/pengies/geeky.gif) Dorkfishy
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January 22nd, 2007
09:16 pm - Superman strikes again
An ex-gf of my beloved is coming southward to *here*. Apparently her "fiance" went out with his buddies and came back and struck her because he THOUGHT she had cheated. So, after inquiring after monetary matters, my beloved has run off to the store to wire her money with which to buy a bus ticket *here*. She will, according to him, be renting the 30 foot tow-behind travel trailer I bought us several months back, once we find a place to park it other than our side yard. I'm not excessively fond of this situation, but my darling Superman (and me, too, damnit) cannot abide the thought of a man striking a woman (or vice versa in my case) in anger. Much better for her to be in the trailer than either a) being struck more or b) sleeping in my house. I've never met her, but she calls with disturbing frequency and will be relying upon him/us for transportation as she is sans vehicle. I'm starting to ramble now. I really wish I were sleeping right now, then I wouldn't be THINKING about this.
Current Mood: crappy
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