Thursday, March 31, 2005

Pope's Last Rites

I amar prestar aen... (The world is changed)
han mathon ne nen...(I feel it in the water)
han mathon ne chae...(I feel it in the Earth)
a han noston ned 'wilith. (I smell it in the air)
Much that once was is lost.
For none now live who remember it.

I live in fear when there is a change of Popes. The world destablizes and things go...sideways. I have a constant level of paranoia and anxiety about society at large and the world in general. No, I'm far from Catholic. I'm about as far from Catholic as it gets, being a UU (Unitarian Universalist), but I'm sooo superstitious and I believe in all gods. They're all real. All of it...angels, demons, Faeries...all of it. The world is like an onion. Layer upon layer of realities, dimensions, doorways...

I want to continue on with this post, but I'm being called to my knitting machine. I want a large bag. Knit one...

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I don't know why I wanted to blog this pic. He looks bad in beige, but I was drawn to it. Here it is...

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Altered Art Books/Journals

I'm a procrastinator of the highest order. If I were anything less, then I'd be all about getting my art supplies organized and I'd be in the midst of spending most of my free time indulging my creative addictions by journaling in an altered art style.

I need a big, huge thingy of gesso to alter books already printed so that I can pour out my overcrowded brain in massive spurts on the pages and then embellish it all with paint, beads, found paper items, stamps, leaves....ephemera.

Truth being, if I were less of a procrastinator, my room would be organized and I'd be able to find all of my books and supplies without bloodhounds. I love the idea of taking old textbooks, old beat up nothing books who no one loves (who needs a business law textbook from 1974?) and turning them into works of art or shared journals mailed among friends!

A wondermous linky to let you know what I'm rambling on about. Here's an example from their site (unauth'd use w/many kind thanks):
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My other hot desire at the moment is embellishments, which is like altered art on cloth.
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(Kind thank you's to Lilla Le Vine for this unauth'd use. Please visit this fantastic site at

Alas, I have to crash for work which comes in 4 hours. My stomach has been unholy evil and I've lost three days of off-time to gross non-productivity thanks to 36 bathroom trips in as many hours coupled with 102 degree temps (for me, that's a 5 degree above norm temp!).

I'll miss everyone for the three days I'm at work!

Friday, March 25, 2005

Russian Assassins

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I keep telling myself that I'm going to write a Russian spy story or some type of story that involves deliciously slow interrogation by a cold-edged gentleman (and I use that term loosely).

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Another example of a fine, dangerous, wicked spy. OO6...

For my twin, if I can perk up a bit, I think that just might be the order for April. Serve up one wicked spy story. Perhaps a doubly dangerous one...two men, two victims....hmmm.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Late Thirty

It's very early in the morning and I need to get some sleep. I managed a few hours today, and then failed at scrounging further. Tonight, I managed to miss a going away thing for a co-worker because of my inability to organize (translated: leaving it up to someone else to monitor times for me). I didn't feel much like moving from my location, anyway.

Message for Twin: I'm sorry that it took me so long to get home. I was talking w/Mienna and time got away. I had to make the other stop I told you about, so I didn't make it here 'til 45 min after I wanted to be here.

I'm going to try and get some sleep tomorrow unless I have to carry Duck to the doctor. If that happens, then I'll be out of the house for however long and then sleep...two more 12s mean I have to rest a bit or I'll be sorry and in pain by Wednesday morn when I have an appt.

All that translates into me not returning nor even trying for an update til Thursday. Perhaps I'll toss in some fan fiction here from LOTR and make a more interesting post that this.

Trying to keep it far, I'm about 50/50.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Disappointments from Information Services

Information Services at work has blocked all Proboard sites and all forums. IMing and such was already blocked. Darn! I can't even get to work-related forums. Sometimes I wonder at the genius of the Machine.

I managed to sleep something like 15 out of the last 24 hours. I kept falling asleep wondering what was wrong with me when it dawned on me it was the meds I was on most likely. I have one I take weekly that completely takes me down to zero energy and it looks like I'll have to plan on the taking when I don't want to do anything at all...except for sleep. I couldn't even keep my eyes open to stay on my computer. That's bad....

Work is going well so far and I'm working on keeping this job if the salary is right. I like doing it as a relief person (and the pay is quite tasty), and I think I'd do well as a regular staff member.

The small staff present actually schedules themselves 5 days off in a row twice each 6 weeks. That is a bonus in and of itself.

I have no good poetry to type in, no creative thoughts and little by way of juicy links.

Perhaps tomorrow...

Friday, March 18, 2005

Meadhall of Unusual Loveliness

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Lord of the G-Strings

There was a discussion on one of the boards I haunt about this movie...

My reply (edited to protect the innocent):

"...It's so bad, it's hysterical. I have never seen porn so inept, and the ripoff so bad. After the Sex Trek series, where the humor was priceless, this was kinda strange. Throbbits? Omg. National Lampoon had Bored down pat and I recently acquired Sillymarillion, so I can compare.

This was bad. Mansquito bad. William Shatner bad.

I have to say, Tommy, If Sean and Viggo were in it, or (gasp) Karl (note Karl's lovely behind in "Demons"), I'd gladly slay dragons to protect my copy.

This....was funny at first and then just plain zzzzz at the end. I am a huge "Gamers" fan (go Dead Gentleman!) and parody's are grand. But Tolkien must be crying. At least get it right, people....laughing.

Skinny girls in Frederick's closeouts...just ain't my thing.

*Recalls a pic of a bunch of guys on a beach....all nude....wishing I'd been in NZ for a morning walk along that particular stretch of sand.*

P.S. Rent an old Hypatia Lee vid called "The Ribald Tales of Canterbury" if you want fun parody porn."

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Today's Today

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If anyone wonders about the "Leaves of Lothian"...I'm a Gawain freak. Yep, Gawaine of Lothian, son of King Lot. Lothian was his land, one that he never claimed as the eldest son after Lot died. Pity, that. For an electronic copy of Le Mort by Mallory, here's a linky:

For more fun, free research texts, try Project Gutenberg:

Today has been a day of trying to get my stored pics to work w/the blog and goofing off. I threatened to break out the knitting machine and knit a blanket from the new yarn I bought. There is a lovely deep teal yarn begging to be crocheted or knit into a lovely, huge blankie.

I'm reading smut, but what's new? I love erotic fiction and am ever glutting myself . Looking at pics can be exciting, as can watching movies, but I do adore a decent D-I-D (damsel-in-distress). looks like it will be deliciously wicked thanks to the infinitely naughty mind of it's founder, the lovely Regan.

Poetry for the day:

Streets of Madness and Vapor

Oh Queen of Realms far
Beneath ice-capped waves
Selkie dreams
Streets of madness and
Whispers to we poor mortal
Drawing us
Drowning us in swathes
of pale grey linen
And shivers of the North Wind
We walk our days in
half-lit shadows and we
nothing that intrigues
or heart
For the heart that beats to
a Faerie’s song
was lost long before
the sky lightened with day.
Mastering forgetting
Relinquishing the ghost
of a life to walk amongst
the lilies and feel the
soft caress
of a sylph’s fingertips
on your ankles
your thighs
And still we cling to
reality as if it were
capable of closing
soul-doors, dark mysteries
once opened.
We are fools
who cry out to keep the despised
clasped fiercely to our
Lost, we follow not the
Silver Branch.
To you, I bid goodbye
For I have gleaned my
maiden’s whisper
from the chafe of bitter
noise and dead, dull eyes
and I chose to ride
to where the land meets sea
meets sky
And wait for her to
call to me
The Dragon track I will
Power, a pulse of my heart
And to you who choose
To forget her music
I will weep no more.

© M. W.
July 31, 2004
Blue Moon

Trying to get past my lust for Freeform Crochet, but I'm failing.

Altered Art is the other madness that tickles the edge of my brain and here's the last book added to the Library of Alexandria growing in my house:

It's called "Artists Journals and Sketchbooks: Exploring and Creating Personal Pages" by Lynne Perrella.

What a scattered blog. Aquarian.

Today is St. Paddy's day, a day I typically will not celebrate. Something about that whole "driving the snakes out...", snakes being a euphemism for Druids. There is an "official" story here.

Here's a great Druidry site: Future posties will enclude cool sites I dredge up.

Writers Challenge for the day:
"Write about an ordinary ritual in which something goes terribly wrong."
Poetry Challenge for the day:
"Describe fat birds snuggled atop tree branches on a cold winter's day, and why they are on that particular tree."

More later...

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Obsession here's one...Karl Urban. This pic reminds me of some street from my hometown. I'd love to look up and see that man crossing the way. Just the guy I'd want to call over for a cup of tea, praying he was stalking me.

New Blog...

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Yet Another Blog....
Yet another others are not defunct, just resting quietly in oblivion for the moment. Arthurian Celtic Viking LOTR Beaded Poetic Altered Art madness should be the title with a subtitle of : "Crochets and Loves BDSM, Too!", however, that's a bit wordy.I think I may raid my others for choice posts and sticky them here.I declined an extra shift at work (bye bye $$$$$) and decided to be a lazy wench.Recent treasure acquisitions: tons of books on Arthur, one on Altered Art Journals (ah...lovely), and YARNS. I am a happy with more books than a human could read in a lifetime and mounds of lovely yarn for crocheting.Ok, ending this intro post here...more later.

Amazon Fiasco

Good morning everyone! (Barely morning). I found out something intriguing and infuriating about Amazon today. If you have an "