Saturday, April 30, 2005

FREEDOM

Wheeeee! Or "Oh, ouch, no sudden moves....owww, oww..."

I was released from Torture Central (hospital) after a week. They can't help it, but I was sick, sick, sick and it took that long for me to get to the point of being able to venture home...I am not well, cannot return to work, but I'm not stuck in a room that I didn't feel well enough to venture out of...

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Now where is a fine, braw Scottish laird when a girl needs one?

Friday, April 22, 2005

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Well, I signed the papers...now the court date is at hand. Or will be...

Alec Trevelyn is on USA...Bond, James Bond. Ohhhh...What a delicious couple(t). I have to say that he's far sexier than Bond and I adore Pierce Brosnan's Bond. Sean Bean is so wicked. When he threatens to rape the Russian programmer (Natalya), it's pure sex. No T&A, no simulated humping and he made you wish you'd been taken captive! Big death, little death...you'd probably be privy to both. (Hopefully, not in that order.)

It's getting warm here and my downstairs AC is screwed. Damn! It seems I'll have to fork over somewhere in the neighborhood of a grand for a repair and $4K for a replacement. That majorly sucks.

For the moment, I'm sitting here watching this movie and being glad I have at least one more day off before working yet another weekend. They tried to call me into work tonight and I couldn't. I was just too achy. Very sore hips and body.

I have bought cards, Mod Podge, scissors, and brushes. I have a Previews (comics) and magazine collection started. I'm going to make divination cards from them or ATC (trading cards).

Here's a treat...Thank you Ian Fleming!
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Friday, April 15, 2005

Frontier Doctor?


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Now, I've scrounged through my photos and managed to find a couple with this look on Mr. Urban. I like having images in mind for a character so that I can write descriptions. Usually it's a blend of people - real or imagined - and it will be this time, as well. I had considered a man who resembled Gerry Butler in "Timeline" but I think I'll save that for a certain NH that I know ("NH" btw means "Ninja Hoyden"). This is such a lovely pic. I have several of him dressed similarly and he's scrumptous.



Off to sleep in prep for work. Three night shifts starting tonight....ouch. I'll be tired come Monday.



Maybe I'll get a bit of writing done?

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Attorney Types


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I wonder if this pic might suffice for an attorney in the early days of logging barons and purchased brides? I must ask the opinion of an expert...ohh Twin????

Dapper Sean


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A beloved of mine is writing a story about a man of status. This pic reminded me of something she might find...inspirational. *wicked grin*

Monday, April 11, 2005

Price of Milk

A precious friend of mine in Canada sent me “The Price of Milk” with the ever-delicious Karl Urban (who has a fantastic ass, btw!) and I certainly enjoyed watching it. It’s a modern faerie tale type story with a moral and a happy ending. Odd tale. Won several international film festival awards, etc….more excellent reviews than bad…

Truth is, one reviewer called it a “Quirky little comedy…that will leave you smiling when you think back on the film.” He’s right. It’s definitely strange but every character, with the exception of the old Maori woman (who was like a bizarre faerie godmother/keeper of fates/Snake on the Tree of Life), was engaging. I loved the youthful, optimistic Mysticism of what could be Eden on a milk farm.

I’m beginning to believe all New Zealand Film Commission sponsored movies are like film majors valiant attempts at a graduation project. Interesting, but full of strange twists and engaging characters.

‘Course, I love indie films, so ‘it’s all good’.

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I’m hoping to get a bit more than 3 hours of sleep tonight or I’ll be an exhausted wreck tomorrow. I also know that I have other things to do. If I go and stay up til 10pm then it’ll be 3am before I get to sleep. Such is the way of things when a night owl tries to alter their natural circadian rhythms. Once I hit the prime of nighttime, then I’m up for the duration.

Someone sent this to me in an email once. I haven’t the foggiest idea of its origins, but I thought it might be fun to share.

Rules for Writing a Fantasy Novel
1. The heroes will lose every battle, but win the war.
2. It will only rain when the heroes are exhausted and running out of food.
3. The heroes will only have horses if they are going to climb a mountain, where they won't be able to ride the horses anyway.
4. The enemies will be killed by the slightest mishap, but the heroes will live through anything.
5. The hero and heroine will fall in love on the last three pages.
6. Magic (if available) will be used intelligently by the heroes, but will be wasted by the enemies. 7. You will annoy the reader by placing numerous re-hashings of prior events in the first four chapters of the second and following books of a series.
8. Start off occasional chapters with a description of one of the main characters engaged in some activity, without using their name. The reader will feel exceptionally smart when they figure out who it is before you reveal it.
9. Racial prejudices will be ignored by the heroes, but will be a factor in the downfall of the enemy.
10. The enemy will be able to predict all of the heroes actions, but will be powerless to stop them; the heroes will foil all of the enemies plans through sheer dumb luck.
11. The heroes will be able to survive for weeks without feeling the call of nature, unless they are in a cell.
12. Should the heroes be captured, the enemy will gloat and reveal all of their plans.
13. Should the heroes be captured, they will be kept in a small cell with a bit of straw but no windows, and will only be fed bread and water at irregular intervals. Despite this, they will be able to tell how much time has passed.
14. Magic swords do not glow except when the heroes have no other source of light, or if it is dark, and they need to be captured for the plot to advance properly.
15. The heroes, after making a noise when trying to remain silent, will stand perfectly still for several minutes. The enemy will not, however, have heard it. (Alternate scenario: the enemy will hear it and search the area immediately (rather than guessing the action of the heroes, and waiting for them to move again, thereby giving themselves away). The heroes will quickly hide, their sounds masked by the noise of the enemy's search.)
16. Only describe a monster you have created once; call it by name any other time it appears, even if the character it is spotted by did not see it the first time or have it described since.
17. At least one of the heroes will be the second best in the world at something. The only person better will be one of the enemy, but they will nonetheless be defeated by the hero at the climax.
18. Everyone in a position of power is corrupt, and is subject to bribes.
19. Rulers of any large territory (eg. Kings, Emperors, etc.) are either terminally stupid or insane, and could not suppress a rebellion if their life depended on it (which it usually does).

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Tired and Uncertain

I'm exhausted after yesterday's 13 hour shift. I have today off and I'm looking forward to two more 12-13 hour shifts tomorrow and the next day. Against all hope, I'm holding out for a nap this afternoon and then being in bed by midnight and asleep by 1am.

Woke up with nausea, an upset stomach, unusual funky other symptoms and pain in most of my joints. The weather has been rough lately...beautiful for the eyes and rough for folks with RA. I'm also not sleeping enough working days all of a sudden after two years of nights. I'll go back to nights next friday (six days) and I'll be grateful for it, I believe.

I descimated my checking account this week past by paying every known bill in a very short amt of time. Wow. 'Course taking $3K from anyone normal human's acct might do that if you're Middle America. I'm Southern Eccentric American. I'm really not rich enough to be called 'eccentric', but I can imagine and dream. I'm actually more Dysfunctional Southern American.

I'm sitting here listening to daybreak birdsong and feeling the dampness of an early spring morning. I really do equate this place to Dol Amroth. It's old, has an otherworldly feeling, as if it once was inhabited by an older race (like Elves) and now has diminished and the bloodlines are weakened. I'd love to go to the beach today. It would exhaust me and it's not safe with the medications I'm on (besides the gas money necessary would also be a shocker), however, I'm thinking I'd enjoy the journey. I might just call my compadres and see if anyone wants to take a ride with me to wherever. Hell, if they'll drive, I'll sport for fuel.

I need the spiritual renewal and the energy I'd get from a trip to Mother Ocean. I would've loved to have gone during some of the recent rains. Last night's dinner, which I am paying for today with a hell of a stomach ache, would've been better substituted with a Coca-Cola, some sort of pastry and a windows-down ride to the beach. I couldn't have wandered very far with my level of exhaustion (made worse by taking Methotrexate the day before). I would've enjoyed it, though. It was a nice, slightly breezy spring night with an edge of chill to the damp air. Ahhhh...

I've managed to lose ten pounds between the med side effects and a recent stomach virus. I've dropped enough that co-workers who haven't seen me in a month were all over me yesterday commenting. Complementary, but I would prefer to have lost it by some other method than nausea, which is despise! My hair looks good, though, with all this humidity. I am cultivating this wicked silver streak off of my left temple. If the rest doesn't change too much with life's marching calendar and the meds that tend to change the color, I'll have a Polgara streak in a year. It's grown out quite a bit since I hacked at it last year and lopped off some 6+ inches. I need to cut more off for the sake of the ends probably, but it's back down to the small of my back when I stand straight in a semblance of good posture.

I'm going to drop off here after a list of 'concerns and things to care about':
1. Taxes.
2. Amber - I want to play!
3. Meds - I dread the bill.
4. The next two work shifts...ugh.
5. Sharpe's Collector's Edition - $212.14 is the best deal I can get at the moment.
6. Pain.

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He looks as if he is sitting at any low-end apartment pool here in modern-day Dol Amroth. Such a normal looking guy photo. That is not a bad thing for the imagination...when I think of layers of backstory in my modern-day Urban Faerie Tale (no pun intended), I can throw his image in there for fodder. What excellent fodder....*licks lips*.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Crashing and Losing Long Blogger Posts...Damn the Canadian Postal Service!

F%#K!

Lost a huge post when I shifted to look at the Canadian Tracking service for packages!

List of things to do:
(and I won't be able to correct exactly, but that's ok, more reason to fuss and grumble...heh)

1. Name my spy character for the game. Profile her. Find a pic of her. (insert "argh" here).
2. Name the Blog for her.
3. Create blog.
4. Profile at least four other characters...oh god...and get them up on the board.
5. ....more later

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Up All Night

It's now like 11:12 am...I'm trying to think up a name for my spy. Starting a spy-intrigue based game and I have to formulate a blog for it.

Oh, but I have an adversary...

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Lovely man...