Friday, December 30, 2005

Happy New Year


I'm aching to climb outside and get a bag of yarn and start something, anything. Usually that means a bag...I'm a bag freak. I can't wait to get the business started and get busy making hats, shawls, scarves, and BAGS for folk. I might also make a few awesome bikini and belly dancing tops and jingle-ly scarves for dancers. Just new ideas.

Yarn Junkies Fix is a great place for linkies! Hit there and see what other yarn freaks like me are doing.

If you're into kinky, and enjoy porn or naughty stuff try out:

Great recent archival Frazetta pic...

Happy New Year to all!

Boston Bound

I may be going to Massachusetts! I gotta call Adair and Marin and see if they want to host a poor ol' witch for four or five days Midwinter. Brrrrr.... I need to call him tomorrow and see if I can get ahold of him via Azure Green.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Jeep Woes

Clutch...Clutch...I'm thinking of naming my Jeep "Serenity" cause I feel like Mal Reynolds. I don't want to curse her with a name that might precipitate trouble for her. I'd name her after a grand Civil War battle, but the truth is, it's all the same!

If she were white, I'd name her Shadowfax. Brown...Brega.

Oh well, I'll think of something.

Wish me luck it costs $250 or less.

Saturday, December 24, 2005


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The Boys of Summer
-Don Henley

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I’m drivin’ by your house
Though I know you’re not at home

But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don’t understand what happened to our love
But babe, I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
I see you walkin’ real slow and you’re smilin’ at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today, I saw a black flag sticker on a cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, "don’t look back. you can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

In 1984, I started a new life...after dying on Sept 7, 1984...waking up and changing EVERYTHING. My kids all went in and bought me a pr of vintage Wayfarers and wrote a note with the chorus and their hand outlines, signed. They may never understand the paper means so much, but the glasses are, indeed, a way for me to shed a skin and start over again. It's time. I did it in 1985...why not now?

God/dess, I love you guys. More than life itself...

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Karl on TV

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Whoot...Will set alarm for 0800 on both days. Yum Yum.

Matching showings of "Xena: Warrior Princess"

Thu 12/29
8:00 AM Xena: Warrior Princess: Endgame 76 OXYGEN

description: Gabrielle is called back to be queen of the Amazons when Brutus kills Ephiny.

rating: TV-PG

duration: 60 min

More program details All airings of this show

Fri 12/30
8:00 AM Xena: Warrior Princess: Ides of March 76 OXYGEN

description: Callisto returns to tempt Xena; Caesar plans to declare himself emperor.

rating: TV-PG

duration: 60 min

More program details All airings of this show

Also, the more I think about NZ-ing it, the more I'm convinced....YEAH!
See below:
Drunk Santas cause New Zealand mayhem

Forty drunken Santas have rampaged through central Auckland, stealing from stores and assaulting security guards in a protest against the commercialisation of Christmas.
The New Zealand Herald reports some of the Santas threw beer bottles, one tried to climb the mooring rope of a cruise ship and a security guard was punched during the fracas.

"They came in, said 'Merry Christmas' and then helped themselves," convenience store staff member Changa Manakynda said.

The newspaper says the event organiser, Alex Dyer, had warned the antics would only stop when someone was arrested.

It links the incident to "Santarchy".

Santarchy ( records protests going back around 10 years in the United States, with participants marking Christmas in anti-commercial manner involving street theatre, pranks and public drunkenness.

Police say identification is a key issue as they try to sort out which of the 40 men and women had done what.

"With a number of people dressed in the same outfit, it was difficult for any witnesses to confirm the identity of who was doing what," Senior Sergeant Matt Rogers said.

- Reuters

Merry Yule/Book Reading

I've been in a fiction mood lately. I went to B/N and did get two new books, one of which I read last night and sadly, even though I usually adore Jayne Ann Krentz, this one was a yawner. "Truth or Dare" was a 1.5 hour read and only marginally worth the $5.95 I paid for the hardcover.

"From Publishers Weekly
Zoe Luce, psychic interior decorator, has finally settled down to domestic life in Whispering Springs, Ariz., with private investigator Ethan Truax after their tempestuous courtship in Krentz's previous romantic thriller, Light in Shadow. However, sinister cobwebs of energy confront her when she enters certain rooms, threatening to make her lose her tenuous grip on sanity. Meanwhile, Arcadia Ames, Zoe's old friend from Candle Lake Manor Psychiatric Hospital, fears the husband she sacrificed her identity to escape has finally tracked her down. Krentz never fully explains exactly why Grant, Arcadia's husband, wants her dead, relying instead on facts revealed in Light in Shadow. Indeed, from beginning to end, this sequel feels more like an appendix to the last book than a novel in its own right, as Krentz forgoes a strong central plot to focus on the kind of warm and fuzzy details about Zoe and her Whispering Springs friends that most novels relegate to the epilogue. She fattens the story with pizza dinners, heartfelt talks and proffered slices of lemon meringue pie, but scrimps when the action picks up and offers limp, far-fetched conclusions to the book's various subplots. Though no one will begrudge the goodhearted characters from Whispering Springs their tasty tidbits, in her rush to get to the happy endings, Krentz leaves readers hungry for a more substantial story.
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved."


"Digital Fortress" by Dan Brown was a two hour read and worth the .59 cents I paid at Goodwill. It's also very timely. I hear Georgie Porgie is now monitoring international calls without wiretaps. Look the message is: Don't be a terrorist.

Beyond that, Merry Yule to Everyone. I'm working on a scarf for no one in particular and I gave two away today. I'm hoping that I can get the two recipients to model them for pics for the business. Both are gorgeous early 20's chicklets and wonderous friends that I went to NIN with...groovy wenches.

Also carrying around: Magical Reiki, A Witches Guide to Faery Folk, the NIV, (MY PRECIOUS) The Lord of the Rings Reader's Companion (omg, omg, Yule giftie to ME), LOTR, The 3 A.M. Epiphany and Fun and Funky Crochet.

I bought oddball, useful presents this year and hope everyone loves me for it. I just want them to be eh eh happy. is fun as usual. I'm crocheting up like mad and his additions to the 2006 "Pattern a Day" calender are great! Go Drew!

I'll be back later for additions, perhaps. Hugs....

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Amoral Imperative

To sleep, perchance to dream...

More Regency dreams and I woke up to talk to a bud OL for a bit about a rock group name, Amoral Imperative. Actually, I told her we should restart our Spies OL game and use that for a mission name for my character, Tatiana.

Off to Barnes and Noble to score some sleezy priced fiction. I'm in dire need. I feel it. Feel right there. That's a $4.95 hardback NYT bestseller jones. Big one. *laughs*

Christ! Missing everyone.

Screams like Kong. (but is not ugly like Kong)

"According to study conductors at Victoria and Otago Universities, participants described the "typical Kiwi" as fun-loving, risk-taking, intellectually curious, open-minded, friendly, affectionate, happy and calm. NZ was one of the few nations of the 49 surveyed to give a fairly accurate assessment of their national character.
(6 October 2005)"

I gotta get to NZ. Clicky the linky dots at the top and look at the cow. F'king hilarious.

karl urban lustings

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I forget who gave me this pic, but the chick who does these is AWESOME. She has the bestest grabs and such online. Mwah! had a great link to a karl urban site i joined but they inactivated me after a week since I didn't post. WTF? That blows my mind. I work, for christsakes. Some humans hold down real jobs and are off line for ohh hours at a time.


I'm in a foul mood over other shit. A GF's brother should not be making whiney half-assed veiled threats on one's cell phone when he's clueless as to the real world for the most part. The FBI takes offense.

So, I don't want to work, I want to be rich, and I'm a Disgruntled Malcontent.

Well, I'm going to lie back down, dream some more of my Regency Karl dream and hope for some napping time. I know work's gonna call and I need to hit a craft store for art supplies.

Browncoats Forever!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Past Life Animal

You Were a Crow

Eternally wise, you have a deep understand of ethics.
You guide people from the darkness to the light.

Past Life

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Greasy Undertaker.

Where You Lived: Ukraine.

How You Died: Natural causes.

Porn Star Name

Your Porn Star Name Is...

Spanky Bottoms

Monday, December 12, 2005

This F)*(*^(&^&*%^(*&)*&)_*_)_+_ Hurts!

Well, I felt I had to give you a cool link to go to...clicky on the flashing dots...'cause the rest of this may be a whiny ranting bitch fest. "WhinyRantingBitchFest Yule 2005" does not equate to Lilith Faire, but I'm sure there are similarities. For one thing, the organizer is a woman.

My right ankle, demonically possessed, continued to hurt and I called my doc, who, being saintlike in his availability to be called on in odd moments, said, "Sure...come on down. You're the next contestant on...FUCKING PAIN!"

Ok...*deep breathes*

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My doc taketh out the evil fluids from my ankle and instilleth a concocation that is to ease it....

Holy F'king Shit...omg this hurts!

Big old hematoma where the needle access was....huge. Then the other half of the ankle is all swollen anyway. Oh! Let's not forget the tendon pain sprinkles.

I have made two awesome crochet scarves this past week and forgot them, or they'd be displayed proudly on the screen.

So, here's another Karl avie giftie sent to me to you...
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Ok, I'm outta here to rescue my ankle from the ice I'm holding on it. Ouch.

Took multiple meds per MD's instructions. Getting thankfully sleeply.

Everyone do a work dance and pray I have a job come Wednesday!

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Rock Star....

I am, indeed, living like a rock star. I danced in pj' "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" last night in a performance moment with my ex. "So now I'm praying for the end of time..." (laughs). We also did a duet to "Wasted Time" by the Eagles...our theme song. And it isn't. If we two didn't have our whatever whenever back so g'damn long ago it wouldn't matter to count, then this would never be. And this...this is good.

Hugs to those who are at normalcy today.

I'll be back there "Come Monday.." and I'll use all of this setting for a novel. I know I will.

Home from the Party

The Jeep ran beautifully down to Hilton Head and back. It was a lovely weekend. I slept and slept...I felt guilt, but not to any horrid degree. I hurt a tendon in my right leg and I'm to the point of calling HR and finding out how to restart another intermittant FMLA form. I have to call the doc tomorrow, call in a message for 18 hours worth of time and whew...I made enough to cover some bills and a little Yule.

The Mardi Gras party was FANTASTIC! Such a birthday! Happy b'day sweet Shelle...You are fantastic and deserved every second....

Now I have a wealth of great pics and happy meeeeee....

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Worrisome Lonesome Winsome Regret

God...I am a procrastinator.

Highest order.
Highest water.

I have taxes to do, forms to find, an attorney to track down and hold to an agreement and I'm leaving in two days (after days of classes) for a trip.

Now the trip, that's interesting. Short, close and sweet. I can drive home to check on the pups at any time

I'm not prepared, but I'm getting there. I'll have a bag packed by tonight. I'm lost on the New Orleans theme, but I have some beads and a cup...and a mask. I'm bringing my laptop so there will be "Moon over Bourbon Street" and "Sympathy for the Devil" to be had. How do you do a N.O. theme? Flood the house. Float a dead body or two by? Flash your tits?

Let's do an assassin theme. I'll make a t-shirt of my fav. assassin (Kirill) and I'll wear it all weekend, drooling.

It'd work.

Thursday, December 01, 2005



National Novel Writing Month is officially over and I managed to get into the 60K's before I quit to walk away for two weeks. It my best interest. I think I'll dabble with the fantasy novel I've been trying to write since 1991 (yeah, I'm that f'king old) and/or just work on finishing Yule gifties.

I went to see the Doc this morning and he injected me with four (omg) shots of Decadron. Ou-fucking-ch. My right shoulder is a pincushion, but I'm praying for relief in 1-6 days. At the moment, I make Quasimodo look like a runway model.

Got to work 12 hours tonight, so it's time for me to officially call it a sleepy nappy time.

"When In Rome"
Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', "No one knows, so I don't"Honey,
when in Rome

Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn 'em in the fireplaceTeacher,
when in Rome

Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smoke signals
Bring some new blood It feels like we're alone
Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch coldFrom one another
I wonder if we're stuck
in Rome

Where can a dead man go
The question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome

- Nickelcreek

Reading the "Serenity" script and planning an online RPG.
Soon I'll introduce MJ, my primary character, complete with pics, I hope.

Hugs to all who've put up with me and my novel thing this past month.
God/dess Bless!

Amazon Fiasco

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