Friday, September 30, 2005

Return To Work

I managed to finish four hours tonight back at work...quickly, efficiently, more so that I thought my rusty self could. I've not been pointman for a module in a while, having served (swerved) as a stupidvisor for awhile before getting sick.

I did ok, thought. Startlingly enough, it might have been pure, mainlined adrenaline. The Danskos helped.

I've been lost in Kirill and the character for days in my head. I have real life ponderings, but for fantasies, Twin O' Mine, set off some hard core (NC-18, XXX) level lusts and I'm coping...barely.

Tomorrow, I'm off from work (and work the next three after that) but I get to eat din-din at a great Greek place and see Serenity.

Afghan progress is slow, but I'm considering ways to speed up the process.

Doom in ohhh....3 weeks. Merry Samhain to me!

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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Crocheting Madness

Started a new project....

It's an afghan with squares in Tuscan colors. At this point, I'm proclaiming it to be a Yule giftie. That keeps me going with it. I can tell myself I'm not keeping it, and will continue to work on it. I also have a request for a purpley snood to match Ren Faire garb.

The guys will be getting wonderfully long, fluffy yarn scarves and I have made up about 25 - 30 hats for the business.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Fantasies and Daydreams

Ok, I admit it. I live inside my head about 79% of the time, most of that in some fantasy or another. I dream when I drive, making cd's to be a backbeat to whatever's in my head. Tooling around in a lifted Jeep makes driving a challenge. Jeeps have drift. That's a polite way of saying they fucking wander here and there in their lanes. Keep you alert. Keeps you sacred.

In my head, these days, I'm in some far northern place in ancient Britain, a Celt raised during occupation married to a Romano-Brit.

Toss on top of that my current reading material, "The Bourne Idenity"...I'm never denying my obsession w/Kirill.

Either way, my brains writing, reading, playing 'round...and I'm ashiver a good deal of the time thinking naughty thoughts while shopping for dog food. Not taking the time to write the fan fics...sorry wench that I am.

Brynna and Lucius: The Caesar pics help and I fumbled/stumbled across a site where the chick has almost every screen (scream!) cap. Her name would be Luciana...Lady of Light. Laughs darkly. Anyway...

Here's a treat and I'm outta here.


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Saturday, September 10, 2005

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In the immortal words of a sweetie I know, "Oh my."

New Denim Bag

This linky is good and the bags there are cute and decently priced. I took a huge pair of bluejeans and made my first denim bag in years. I deliberately chose the jeans in a women's size 24 (and they were BIG 24's, it seemed) in order to get the depth and width of a messanger bag, which is what I wanted.

I found a finding, a wonderful Celtic/Greek looking two piece closure I bought to close a cloak for Ren Faire garb. Since the front dips a bit...my bottom seam, although unholy sturdy, tilts the bag just a wee bit. The clasp adds a nice decorative touch. I got wild with stamps and many colored Sharpies. Beyond that, I broke out my acrylics paints and did some paint accents. So, moon, stars, compass rose, flowers, dragonflies, flowers...and down the fly in front, all five elements of Chinese astrology. Now I've got to figure out how to get a foreign stamp to stay safely on it...

Off to do a bit more embellishment.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Return To Normalcy

Found "Doing the Best that I Can (Berlin's Burning) last night while online. Goddessend! I need to make a CD before I get behind the wheel of a Jeep!

Returning to normalcy.

Tis a Dark Night in the Day.

"Rome" Week on the History Channel. So many emotions...So many...The BanDrui in me despises them. The Italian in me holds secret pride. The woman in me was so torn, even at one point in this life, that I forgo any thought of taking a male one as a friend unless I find him physically repugnant. There's somethin' about a Latin lover. Old myth.

Laughs.

Hugs to friends and family who have supported me through this.

Mwah!

Sunday, September 04, 2005

The World Is A...

Vampire, Madhouse...

And I am oh so sick and tired of every place that I know...(Concrete Blonde throbs in the background).

Fucking Karl Urban...
My obsession. I dragged my ass away from watching "Demons..." for the umpteenth time. I'm all into Rock Star:INXS (first reality show to catch my attention, gimme a break), and I'm pushing for JD to win. Why? Cause he's best? For Fuck Sake No. He favors Karl, who, btw, for the uneducated, looks like an old bf that I willingly (read: gladly - only man who ever hit me) gave up as an uninitiated young wench of questionable sanity.

Here I am, certainly not a soul he'd notice, wishing I was. Laughing at the absurdity of that wish.

Still not at work. Still surviving on credit cards and my winning smile. Sick as a puppy up til today. Didn't sleep much to speak of. Very manic night. Valium didn't squelsh the shit throbbing in my head last night. God! I screamed, ached, hurt...The arthritis is a cruel mistress. Have a script for Gold. Christ and the angels! Gold. What sort of intriguing mouth sores will I pop up w/ over this travesty. Thanks to Adrian for going w/me. It made it make sense. I miss him. I'm going home soon.

Can't write. Can't think. Can't can't. Know what I mean? Listened to NIN today. Lyrics making to goddamn much sense. That's when it gets funny. Just before the shit starts talking to you through music, odd book choices (Arthur, LOTR today!), or the radio, you hear the rustle. If you listen.

Coldplay in my head and too much worry about the fucking taxes on my mind!