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• 50 things about me that you didn't need to know
  by Arletta

  50 things about me you didn’t need to know...

  50 things about me you didn’t need to know is a post made, by Karin Taylor who is a person of “talent”: http://www.redbubble.com/people/karin/art/1553234-1-pilgrimage and very interesting answers! The ones below are mine. 1. Do you like blue cheese? / I used to, bleu cheese salad dressing anyway. Me and dairy do not get along! / 2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? / Oh, yes! I used to smoke like a mad fiend, at times, especially when drinking, and I smoked for years. In fact, when I was a kid, I knew I’d be smoking as an adult. Why? Don’t know. I was just sure I would and saved one of the coolest lighters I’d ever seen, just for the occasion. British flag “pen” lighter with a gold clip and base. Don’t have it anymore, though; and, I stopped smoking over a decade ago. 3. Do you own a gun? / No, but I know how to beat intruders with whatever comes to hand, so I don’t often need one. Dad does, upstairs, though. / 4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? / Only been to Sonic once, didn’t add any flavor at all. Wasn’t particularly impressed, though I noticed they had good prices on some things at certain days and times. My son loved it, but he didn’t add any flavors, either. 5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? / Yes, but that’s because I’m used to doctors denying that I’m actually ill or coming up with stupid “it’s in your head” answers to my problems. I have fibromyalgia and a very weak immune system, as well as resultant issues. 6. Do you like hot-dogs? / Sometimes. I either love them or hate them: there is no in-between. 7. Favorite Christmas Song? / None, as I don’t celebrate Christmas since it’s commercial, based on gluttony, on the wrong day, and allegedly a birthday celebration for a person who was born into a people who did not celebrate birthdays (except for the ones who allowed their religion to be corrupted by pagan celebrations), the Christmas tree is a representation of another very nasty sort of tree that was decorated with bits of enemis according to one source – or bits of the flesh of worshippers according to another source; and, regardless of where the tree is from, the whole thing is a compromise between Roman pagan traditions and Christian worship in an attempt to subdue the rabble. I do not admire hypocrisy or those who would corrupt their faith just to prevent a fight, and this rabble will not be subdued! 8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? / Water and orange juice, sometimes coffee with soy milk. I usually get the water! lol 9. Can you do push-ups? / Probably not right now, but I could before and I will again, God willing. 10. What’s your favorite meal? / Well .. hm … depends on mood. I think my favorite to cook, when I’m in the mood for cooking, is some version of spaghetti; but, I cook most days and I like a variety. My favorite meal for when I want satisfaction and not much work is tuna and rice with onion, and a wee bit of butter. So simple, especially if you have a microwave and canned tuna! 11. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? / None. I have several pieces, but I pretty much never wear jewelry. 12. Favorite hobby? / Life! It’s very time consuming, but I think I’m starting to get good at it. 13. Do you work with people who idolize you? / Err .. no, and I never have. I work with people who like me, though! 14. Name a trait that you hate about yourself? / I have wild urges to say the wrong thing, and they are most compelling. I mean the WRONG thing, like “So, how do you feel about being called a faggot?” or telling a tale of racism gone bad just as soon as a person of some other rather noticeably different race comes in, or .. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It’s not an urge to be mean or anything, and I read that it’s related to Asperger’s . I’m pretty sure that Thomas had the same problem: “Oh yeah? Let’ me put my hand in the hole, and then I’ll believe.” That sort of thing. Bad taste, but often, when used correctly, resulting in good journalism. It also manifests itself in an urge to argue the opposite point, or question things, just to test parameters. “Your artwork is lovely!” someone says. / “Compared to what? It’s quite possible it’s more your mood, you know, than the actual piece.” Bad example, but correct form. 16. Middle name? / Helen. Paul McCartney had a song wherein he sang, “Helen, Helen, hell on wheels .. ain’t nobody else going to know the way she feels .. Helen, hell on wheels .. and they’re never gonna take her away!” or something like that. It made me feel much better about my middle name. / 17. Name 3 thoughts at this moment: / Oh, so THIS is what warmed over death feels like! / Better hurry and wake up my son / Don’t forget the Bible. / 18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: / Sandwiches, sodas, and brownies for everyone at home! 19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink. / Water / Diet Soda / Tea or Coffee (one or the other, but not usually during the same day) 20. Current worry right now? / Physical health / Time / My son going back to Alaska 21. Current hate right now? / Being ill and no one respecting my weak immune system issues. 22. Favorite place to be? / In bed with a good book 23. How did you bring in New Years? / Come now! You saw my answer on Christmas! Do you really want to go there? 24. Favorite place to go? / I think I’d like to go to Karin Taylor’s favorite place. Uhm .. Seward, Alaska, in th summer, when the wind is blowing in the right direction. 25. What is your most recurring dream? / Many and varied. One of the worst ones involves being forced to marry someone everyone thinks is right for me, but who totally is not. 26. Introvert or extrovert? / Yes! Either a very introverted extrovert or an introvert with extroverted tendencies. I’m great on stage, or I was last I heard, but bad with my social skills and would prefer a nice corner with a book to being the center of attention. 27. What color shirt are you wearing? / Lime green tank top. Need to go change, though. 28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? / No, nor silk either. I don’t like the sensation of falling off the bed and I can’t imagine why anyone would think they were good for your sex life. You need some sort of traction to move. Maybe they are for people who don’t know how to move??? / 29. Can you whistle? / Sometimes a little, sometimes quite well and sound like a bird, but mostly no. 30. Favorite color(s)? / Err .. all of them? Midnight blue, orange-red, blue-green, green-blue, black, brown, copper, bronze, silver, rust, raisin brown; and I love a mixture of blues and greens together, with or without a little purple or other colors added. 31. Would you be a pirate? / I am a pirate, just not a particularly mean one. I know this, as someone British and official told me once “Good God! You ARE a pirate, after all!” based on something I did and my general outlook on life. 32. What songs do you sing in the shower? / Usually, none. Or just made up gibberish. 33. Favorite girl’s name? / None 34. Favorite boy’s name? / Geoffrey Stuart Anthony Gunn 35. What’s in your pocket right now? / Nothing! 36. Last thing that made you laugh? / Something on Horatio Hornblower, IV. 37. Bed sheets as a child? / Whatever came to hand, if I had them at all. 38. Worst injury you’ve ever had? / No idea! Psychologically, it was walking away from my daughter, I think. i had to do it, or go to jail, and I’d be no good to her in jail, but it still hurts. I should say that it was not related to anything I did. Just that my Ex was well connected and we were getting divorced, so I ended up with very bad visitation rights and my daughter was begging me not to leave, clinging to my leg, screaming and crying as if she was afraid for her life. She probably was, too! 39. Do you love where you live? / I’m beginning to like the house enough to think of it as home, but no. I love Alaska, maybe I could love Scotland or Ireland to some degree, but no .. this is a nasty little town where one has to warn one’s children to beware of the police, for goodness sake! 40. How many TV’s are in your house? / Probably 4. i’m only involved with one. We have more computers than tvs, and no one actually watches television, just movies from Netflix and such. 41. What is your worst habit? / Eating cheese and/or ice cream, by how much it impacts my life. Cussing, by how much it impacts other’s lives. Thinking about sex too much, by the way it affects my relationship with God. Or maybe that’s cheese, too. 42. How many dogs do you have? / None, but there are two dogs here in this house. They are sort of communal dogs. 43. Does someone have a crush on you? / Last I heard, yes. 45. What is your favorite book? / Outside of the Holy Scriptures, there’s no such fish. Well, Chronicles of Ordine: Book 1: Sacred Beggar Boy , or Reggie The Evil Milkshake Volume 1 , but that’s because I wrote them. 46. What is your favorite candy? / Varies; but, mostly I’d prefer cake to candy. Oh wait, when I can get them, I like Java Twix. / 47. What is your favorite sports team? / The one that quietly goes away without forcing me to watch or buy anything. After that, the Harlem Globetrotters, for being interesting. 48. What song do you want played at your funeral? / Also depends on mood. Truthfully, I’d prefer no funeral or death, either. Sometimes I think Killed by Death would be appropriate with the chorus of “And I ain’t gonna be easy, easy, the only time I’m going to be easy is when I’m killed by death..” And sometimes I think Caught in a Dream with the lines “Thought that I was living ,but you can’t really tell Been trying to get away from that success smell.” would work nicely. Maybe there could be a dance and lots of songs. I love music! 49. What were you doing at 12 AM last night? / Coughing, more than likely, and wishing for sleep. Maybe finishing the book ‘Mossflower’. 50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? / A conglomeration of Bible, oil pulling, needing a shower, breakfast, wake the boys up, what will I wear, etc. Oh, and about the boy who owns my favorite name, sadly!

• A Chronicle of Boredom (Rant Aftermath)
  by AbyssalSoul

  After all that ranting (which you can read here ) I was finally …

  After all that ranting (which you can read here ) I was finally able to go to the customs and pick up the frame print. Now, what a lame thing I got the letter on saturday as that put me on anxious mood for two days and I couldn’t sleep pretty much today. Rest assured, I finally came back home with the framed print. Just I wish things could’ve been a bit easier. I’m not blaming bad luck or that crap, perhaps I have to blame myself and anxiety (but, come on, who the hell wouldn’t be anxious when you are expecting something? apathy is obviously not my style). So, today we had an unusual cold… but that’s how spring works. I decided to go early (around 11am, these guys open at 10am). After a boring 1-hour bus trip to the other side of the city, I finally reached my destination. Blam. First weird thing: the place seems kinda empty… if not… abandoned? What the???!!!! As I approach I discover the central was closed till 2pm because the personal was on strike. WHY IN HELL THEY DON’T F-—-- TELL THIS ANYWHERE????? The postal office has a damn website, they should use it (note: they don’t…) I wasn’t the only one pissed. So yeah, it was already 12pm, time for lunch so I decided to go back home and eat something. After ANOTHER hour, I finally got back home. I assure you I almost lose faith and stayed but I decided to return for the package. You only have 3-4 working days to pick it up the before paying some stupid and obscene “storage taxes” and whatnot. When it’s about paying, they open the doors quickly. When it comes to get stuff that it’s meant for YOU, they can gently leave you waiting for four hours. So yeah, this is what happened later. I left at 2pm, got there again at 3pm to find out there were 100 people before me and had to wait till 5pm to JUST deliver my letter and declare I was there to retire the framed print. Don’t worry, I had fun at least. People united in boredom! XD There was an old man mumbling the system has stayed the same (only with a couple of computers) since the ‘50s. A german guy who couldn’t believe he was there for a measly 300g letter, a funny asian couple who just wouldn’t stop cursing in (I think) korean and a taiwanese who truly showed me what patience is. Sadly, this is endemic to Argentina, probably our worst side. It’s like we got trapped in a wormhole we can’t get out from (or they won’t let us). It’s 2007 and we are forming a disordered line of 200 people just to declare and hand over a little piece of paper! I didn’t get to the best part: another 50 mins of waiting to be called by a customs officer, open the package, check if it was ok or it had drugs, a bomb, or something (you know, these aussies are bloody terrorists, mate!). Once that was done and I signed all the boring papers I was finally free to go back home. I left with the sun up there in the sky, I came back with the sun burying deep in the horizon. 6:10pm. So I kinda lost 6 hours in waitings/travelling. Funny note? I reviewed yesterday’s newspaper and the back note put in big letters how difficult is to make public stuff like getting your passport, document or PAYING A TICKET (yes, a freaking ticket/infraction for passing a semaphor and such)... sadly they forgot to add that it’s a pain in the ass to recieve a package from another country. I heard bad stuff about Australian Post but please don’t let it turn into a troglodite XIX century service for the love of god. Same with trains. I heard stuff like: “OMG PEOPLE TRAVEL ALL CRAMPED” and such. You think you saw it all? See “El Tren de los Cartoneros” and you will see what a destroyed train system is. This link might hurt some sensibilities but we are used to see this weird contrasts. For example, I read stuff about the australian aborigins, do people take them into account? I’m fearing they might suffer something similar… which is bad. :( - rant over - So, after all that lame complaint you think… how did I even get here? If you endured all my boring blabbering, here comes the nice part: RED BUBBLE ELVES YOU ROCK!!!!!! I cannot believe it! The framed print is freaking amazing, the resolution, the quality of the material (and how polished the wood-like thingie is!), and even how it survived all the journey back in time to this place!!!! Yeah, the bubblewrap resisted, everything was in order. My family just won’t stop staring in awe at the picture, like, “wow, aussie quality” (come on, laugh!) But yeah, we are more than happy with the results. And that is what matters! Despite all the crap, this alone is positive enough to outcome and totally destroy the crappy part. So, there you have it. The history of an odyssey and a lot of waiting, jejeje. AS Over and Out. Yeah, yeah, I will quit the ranting for now. I’m working on something I’ll upload soon.

• Odd Thomas versus Angela
  by Arletta

  I, fairly recently, finally gave in to what, in some respects, was pressure from outside of myself and was, in other respects, pressure f…

  I, fairly recently, finally gave in to what, in some respects, was pressure from outside of myself and was, in other respects, pressure from myself alone and began reading the Odd Thomas series by Dean Koontz. I had been avoiding them because some people told me unpleasant things about how much his stories were like the ones I was writing about Ordine and Ordem. This began, most especially, after I changed the name of a small town from Cacafroon, as it had been since long before I had known who Douglas Adams was, to Piccolo Rancido (I hope I spelled that right) which means ‘small and rancid” Mr. Koontz has a town called Pico Mundu, or some such spelling, which means, apparently, small perfection. What is exceptionally odd about this to me, even more odd than that we’d both choose to use a smilar tactic when choosing names for towns (as we apparently have) is that I changed the name of the town in or about 1997. Or, maybe it was 1999. Whatever! The point is, it was quite some time before 2003 and 2003 is the year of the date when, according to the book I just finished reading, the series started being published. So I am not in the least worried, after having read the first book, that Mr. Koontz would ever look at what I have written and think “Oh, that’s just like my book!” because, no, it’s not. It’s not even close, except for that they both have humans who have parents, and they are written in English, etc. You could confuse Star Trek and Stargate easier than you could confuse ‘Odd Thomas’ with ‘The Sacred Beggar Boy’ as they have more similarities. What worries me is, how did these people know, in 1999 or before, what Dean Koontz books that were published in 2003 said? Maybe that’s what his next series will be about and, then, he’ll be a mystery writer extraordinaire!

• Chronicles of MoonRider OvKnyte ... Alchemist Vampyre-*Assassin*
  by Kerbachard

  ONCE BITTEN … TWICE SHY / It is a cold, lonely night .... as I lay shivering in the shadows of the moon. I do not understand what has …

  ONCE BITTEN … TWICE SHY / It is a cold, lonely night .... as I lay shivering in the shadows of the moon. I do not understand what has happened to me… but I don’t like it… I must find shelter from the brewing storm, and soon… up ahead is a keep… maybe there I can find refuge. THE AWAKENING / In the distance… the fingers of the One scratch through the fabric of Night, casting the light onto a mournful stage … with an ancient keep as a destiny to be reached by a bedraggled character seen by the audience of the shadows … and the “Old Man”… as he watches the drama unfold in the crystal sphere, while he smokes on his pipe … and sips a personal brew. ...I do not know what attacked me… the gentle rain that wakened me … with it’s pitter patter nudges … left no visions in its puddles … nor could I hear a message in the howling wind … that I could distinguish… other than a strange laughter… ...my mind seems to be sinking to my feet … like sand in an hour glass …so sick … like part of my soul is dying … with a rhythm set by the pounding hammers in my head. feebly cleans blade of a dagger on tattered cloak What ever it was that came at me, out of the DarKness, was very swift… / I managed to gouge out one of it’s eyes, I know that for sure because it is still in my clenched hand … a souvenir of my struggle … a reward for being lucky … that being was unnatural, a creature like I have never seen. / The keep, I must force my weighted legs … which are burdening me with their lack of desire to move… ...In the distance ... the Fingers of the One reach down and scatters the DarKness, turning night into day … thunder roars through the sky… echoing into a future time… and becomes the sound of music … known as … / HEAVY METAL ..one of the Gargoyles perched in a lonely corner atop the keep opens it’s eyes … and grins… THE STRUGGLE “Hmm… I see we might have a visitor Bodee… you are the wise owl… who do you think he is?” / Bodee Zaffa the Wise replies with a standard owl hoot, causing an eyebrow of the Old Man to raise in acknowledgement of the sarcastic pun… “real funny, Bodee”… Bodee ruffles his feathers and commences to preen them… …the Old Man, sitting in a windowless study, uses a twig to tickle the dancing flame of a lonely candle… to light his pipe… puffing away… creating rings of smoke that seem to purposely float over to irritate the owl, who is perched on the back of one of the chairs… and now takes his turn to raise an eyebrow and return a sarcastic look at the man with the twinkling hazel eyes … that are transfixed on the emerald green globe, held in the clawed hands of a tiny Gargoyle who is squatting on the oak table… covered with antiquated scrolls and books… other assorted writing utensils that a scribe would have as company … all covered in a crystalline sparkling dust… the Old Man watches as the stranger fiddles with the dagger and with what appears to be a magicians trick, makes it disappear …On top of the ancient keep, the grinning Gargoyle stares into the night, watching the shivering stranger slowly placing one foot in front of the other… It has been many moons since any of the Gargoyles that call the ancient keep home have seen anything… natural …

• the joecat mouthoil chronicles
  by HBKristen

  oh man. so evidently some of joeycat’s teeth got knocked out somehow. it’s very sad. i don’t have a whole lot of money to take him to …

  oh man. so evidently some of joeycat’s teeth got knocked out somehow. it’s very sad. i don’t have a whole lot of money to take him to the vet, so we’ve been having to try to keep it clean without antibiotics. it’s working pretty well, but there’s this constant stream of pus-drainage from his mouth. ew! also, i’ve had to turn his meals into a chewing-free fishpaste. it’s pretty gross. ohohoh! i doubled my music collection this week. good times. also, school started and my friends left. boo!