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sidebar [17 Jul 2009|05:04pm]
You know, [info]silveredmadness and I were roommates in college. She was my first non-sucky roommate ever, actually, to be followed closely by [info]survivedestiny and all the other awesome people who have come after them. But Trina was the first.

Our room in college was nice enough -- really nice for a college dorm, actually-- but, in the way of college dorms, very very tiny. Even moreso when [info]survivedestiny came, too, and yet somehow it never really felt that small.

Here in Galway makes the third time in the last eleven years that Trina and I have shared such close quarters with one another--not just apartments or houses but actually the same room, with beds that are less than five feet apart. AU, the cruise to Mexico that we took this time two years ago, and now this. Our room is, once again, itty bitty, but I find even more than a decade later that Trina is still one of my favoritest people in the whole world to be roomies with.

Which is not to say that I wouldn't love it just as much with the other people in my innermost circle, but still. It's nice to know that the first is still as awesome as ever.
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[17 Jul 2009|03:52am]
[ mood | awake... ]

Today, we met a man whose name I didn't catch, but then I guess he never threw it, either. He was standing by the banks of the river, watching his friend fish. He wore a bright orange shirt with bright yellow shorts, an Irish flag patch sewn in just above his right knee. He had a lei of orange and yellow flowers wrapped at least three times around his neck, and chipping sparkly mint green polish on long, pointed nails. His hair was the sort of wild, half dreaded lion-mane that comes from too much time pulling at it with nervous, restless fingers and not enough time pulling at it with a brush. He was smoking a bowl pipe, and there was a cheerful grin on his face.

He informed us that his friend hadn't yet caught a single fish, but that he'd caught his buzz and that was more than enough, and that he wore his flowers for the fish but the bees liked them better. He also let us know that it only rained in Ireland when the hole in the ozone layer was centered directly above the island, because the rain was there to protect them.

It doesn't really get dark here until around eleven at night, and even then it was mostly because of the cloud cover. I didn't know this about Ireland before I got here, but it could explain a lot.

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Ireland [15 Jul 2009|04:27pm]
Leaving New York last night, the moment the plane disengaged from the ground crew, the external power drive "kicked off", so says the flight attendant, and the plane, for a second, went entirely dark.

I now know what the emergency lights look like.

Three planes, a bus, a nice but mistaken taxi driver and a nice stranger named Arif later, I am now in Galway, with [info]silveredmadness. So far, I think my favorite thing is the men I see walking Clydesdales down what appear to be main thoroughfares. And by walking, I mean like...the way you would walk a dog. On a leash, plodding before them down the side of the road. I thought it was a fluke but then there were two of them.

It's so green here.

Miss Trina made me a baked potato, and it was probably the best baked potato I've had in my life. I daresay I'd be known for living on them, too, if they tasted like this in the states.
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[14 Jul 2009|01:19pm]
and now... Ireland.
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Erm. Bless you? [13 Jul 2009|07:47pm]
So it turns out that I did not, in fact, scratch my eye.
No, no. My eyes have a cold.
Just my eyes, mind you.
The extreme light sensitivity I'm feeling is apparently...the overabundance of white blood cells in my eyes that are trying to fight off the infection.

Conclusion: white blood cells are vampires.
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@(*#&$!!(*@$&! [13 Jul 2009|11:39am]
[ mood | ouch! ]

Somehow managed to scratch my right eye in my sleep last night, despite the fact that I haven't worn my contacts since late Saturday night.

Have emergency doc appointment about it at 2:15 -- doctor's working me in since I'm leaving the country, yanno. Tomorrow.

Anesthetic eyedrops, here I come.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting in my office, which is already in the very back corner of our space, with all the lights and the telecision off and the blinds drawn tightly against the daylight, and I even had to dim the contrast on my monitor some because all that bright white is killing me.

So how many goth points do I get for this?

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[10 Jul 2009|07:58am]
No Sleep 'Till Brookl-- Boston.
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Sometimes the stars align... [03 Jul 2009|03:51am]
Or something like that.

In any case, tired, weary and short of patience though I find myself these past few days, there is yet a reason to smile (and jump around gleefully like a sugar-buzzed toddler, at least inside my mind).

A strange and most excellent opportunity has very literally fallen out of the sky into my lap at the very moment that I likely needed it most.

I? Am going to Ireland.

In... um. Eleven days.

Practically for free.

!!!!

...must find passport.
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Deep thoughts for the evening [02 Jul 2009|12:21am]
Some Very Deep Thoughts I had this evening while (naturally) in the shower, scrubbing myself within an inch of my tired, sore little life (again).

Thought the first: Just because we're all in the same place now doesn't mean we all got there the same way.

Thought the second: If you get a bugbite, but you never see it and you never accidentally touch it, does it still itch?
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ATL Folks - Emergency Kitten Network! [28 Jun 2009|01:22pm]
***EDIT*** Kitten has found a home! Thanks everybody***

My neighbors have rescued a small kitten out of the sidewall of the spare tire on a broken down SUV. She's tiny and gray and that's all I know about her. My neighbors can't keep her, but they didn't want Animal Control to put her down, either.

Anybody (or anybody know anybody who) got the time/resources/space to take her?

Pictures under the cut )
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Is it Friday, yet? [25 Jun 2009|08:11pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

So, let's recap.

This week, the following deaths have occurred:

-3 4 celebrities
-1 2 semi-celebrities
-1 beloved pet **
-1 family home

Honorable mention:

-the birthday of a dear friend who died four years ago

Can this week be over now, please?

**not mine. But a cat much beloved of my local friends' circle lost his battle this week, too, and it would be a disservice to him and his mourning humans not to mention him

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[19 Jun 2009|02:25am]
There's nothing quite like a well placed compliment from a random stranger to make you feel better about almost everything.

Thank you, whoever you were.
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You know it's strange when *I* think it's strange... [17 Jun 2009|06:49pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Anybody who knows me well enough to have been to my house or met my mother will know about my mom and her asian fetish. Her house is more or less a museum of antique asian art that has taken more than forty years to build. Our office, naturally, is similarly themed. I mention all of this to explain why it is that I happen to have put my hands on an auction preview catalogue from a local auctionhouse this afternoon as I was trying to make sense of the mountains of paper on my desk.

See, it seems that there's an auction taking place here soon, so this auction house has kindly distributed a catalogue of the big ticket items they're planning on featuring in the auction to... you know, pretty much anyone who has ever driven past their store. I've seen some Really Cool Shit(tm) in the previews before... I remember the auction they did a few months back actually featured a vintage 'Vampire Hunting Kit', which contained, among other things, a Bible, a cross, and a crossbow loaded with what was apparently a silver syringe full of holy water, no lie...(no, really. You can't make this shit up, and yes, I desperately wanted it.) But this one? Oh, this one takes the cake.

In this auction, they're selling three heads.

Yeah, I said heads.

Here, I'll transcribe the descriptions for you.

A rare collection of 3 museum quality heads from different parts of the world.

1) An elongated skull from the Van Watu Tribes in the New Hebrides. It is partially covered with a husk material which bears some of the original coloring. The head was likely used by a native Shaman to honor a revered person who passed on, as well as protect and cure his people through contact with the spirit world. Circa 1800's to early 1900's.


[...Yeah. The unnecessary apostrophes bothered me, too, but I'm just transcribing here...]

2) A shrunken head from the tribes of South America. All of its original features are intact and perfectly preserved right down to the facial hair and eyelashes. The forehead is banded with a primitively decorated animal skin, and the lips are sewn closed with string.

3) An amazingly well preserved Egyptian Mummy of a younger person. They were most likely of noble decent
[sic], and the skin as well as the eyelashes are fully intact. So much so that the imprint of the wrap is still visible. It is estimated to be 2000 years old.

...And yes. There are pictures. And I just... wow.

The description for #2 in particular kills me (haha) -- they're so proud of the fact that the head has bushy eyebrows and a big ass mustache (this one is not a "they", my friends). And it's just like... wtf? I mean, seriously. As far as such things go, I'm a pretty fucking morbid girl. I love me some bats and spiders and whatnot, and I have a whole collection of random skully things. I'm all about decorating in a skull or skeleton motif -- if you've been to my house, you know the truth of that--but real, actual... heads?

What the hell are you supposed to do with them? Set them up on your coffee table, name them Alfred, Joe and Bob? Instant party guests? Head #1 is missing most of its teeth...party game? Head #2, as described above, has his mouth sewn shut with twine that dangles a good five or six inches away from his (highly mustachioed) mouth... cat toy? (God, for those of you who know him, can't you just picture Lumen dragging it all around the house by its string...tying himself up with it the way our dear Bondage Kitty (tm) has a tendency to do with all things string like?)

...I mean, seriously. If someone gave you a head, (...there was an A in that sentence, kids...) what would you do with it?

Inquiring minds want to know.

And for the inquiring among you, a picture )

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moral dilemma [11 Jun 2009|11:30pm]
....so. Do I pay my power bill or buy Tool tickets?

Daaaaaaammit.
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Here we go again [03 Jun 2009|05:54am]
I'm up at this retarded hour, showered, dressed, packed and ready to go, waiting on my ride to arrive, because we have to be at a meeting in Charlotte by ten a.m.

It's hard out here for us pimps, yo.

Or, you know. Something.
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"No civil rights movement has ever failed. Some are just still ongoing." [29 May 2009|11:09am]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Following [info]scottopic's lead in reposting this, because it's well said and well worth reading. One of the most lovingly personal (and yet completely substantiated) arguments against Prop 8 that I've read so far.

There is nothing wrong with you.

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In lieu of content [27 May 2009|09:36pm]
I've been pretty scarce lately. Lots going on, not for me personally, but close enough around me that it pulls a lot of energy. Lots on my mind accordingly. I started to try to untangle some of it 'on paper', so to speak, but the things I'm feeling are so deep, so slippery-fluid-ephemeral and yet so monumentally significant that whenever I try, I find myself erasing and editing and reworking and rephrasing to the point of paralysis.

So, instead, have some pictures.

The first is one my brother took from a crane -- he was working on the JWMarriot sign on the side of the hotel downtown, so that's how high up he was.



The second is a cat, because everyone likes pictures of cats. This particular cat has been hanging out in my office for the last three hours (why, yes, I'm still at my office. Why do you ask?) She belongs to one of the merchants we're working with.



Isn't she pretty?

one more picture of the cat )
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[13 May 2009|01:25pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

I'm feeling really fucking strange today. I had my first physical therapy appointment yesterday, where the therapist lady told me that she could tell which muscle was messed up because "it's all puffy". Apparently I'm experiencing weakness in my left arm in every possible manner... not debilitating weakness, mind you, but weakness all the same.

Anyway, they did all the normal physical therapy stuff I'm used to. Ultrasound, tens unit, mobility exercises, etc. Nothing I've never had done before. I went on to work, found out that my doctor doesn't think I need to refill either of my existing prescriptions despite the fact that the muscle in question is "all puffy" (can you tell that's a new phrase to me, despite the...five total injuries I've sustained to my back, neck and head?) and went on about my day.

Last night, though, I became overwhelmingly sleepy...fell asleep on the couch before midnight, even, and that is not customary for me at all. Usually I'm up til one or two, at least. Finally went to bed in earnest at twelve thirty (still very weird for me) and pretty much passed out immediately. Even so, I couldn't force myself upright to save my life this morning.

Something is just.. off. I feel like crap, but I couldn't say why. I don't have a headache. I don't have the flu. My neck hurts, obviously, but that's not new or interesting. I feel like... I got no sleep whatsoever. I feel like... I'm on drugs, even though I haven't even had an aspirin today. My eyes are rebelling against my contacts, I can't focus or concentrate on anything. I don't know what my problem is, but I'd really like to just curl up under a blanket and go back to sleep. For like..a year.

It's been suggested that maybe the thearpy yesterday dislodged a toxin or something, and I guess I just didn't drink enough water yesterday. That's the theory I'm running with, anyway, in absence of anything better. Even that doesn't really make sense, though...it's not like I had a deep tissue massage or anything. So... I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's fucking lame.

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NIN/JA? [09 May 2009|03:18pm]
Had a heart attack this morning. The envelope that I was keeping my tickets for all four of the concerts I already have tickets for is...fucking gone. Thirty minutes on the phone with ticketmaster later, I now have lost ticket vouchers waiting for me at the box office, but still. That was not the adrenaline rush I needed today.

Yeesh.

Anyhow, now that that's out of the way...

Who wants to go see Nine Inch Nails and Jane's Addiction with me tomorrow?
Lawn Seats, tickets are $35.25 each (with all of ticketmaster's "convenience" charges).

Let me know,
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Oy. [06 May 2009|10:24am]
[ mood | poor! ]

Anybody want to buy a kidney or something?
My cat needs a $400 EKG...
Which wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't already spent $400 on him and his brother, didn't still owe $430 on my own faulty heart...
Oh well. Good thing I hadn't actually bought tickets for any more of those concerts.

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