| | Dare I to introduce this account with the Homeric words Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero[ine] who travelled far and wide in the attempt to find the perfect opening? Perhaps. Or not, depending on the aetherial winds that do blow in with the light of day. Cruel Apollo, how did you become the patron of the arts? Your bright rays shine harshly, brightly on all, driving the delicate and fleeting thoughts of night into the shadows. Better Artemis to be the gentle patroness of these letters. Which is what this account shall be. Letters written and set adrift on the arcane electric seas of the computer realm. Dear... But to whom shall they be written? Myself, lovers, potential lovers, or just to the muses? For those curious eyes that wander the electric seas and find themselves touching briefly upon these shores? For all of the above. Yes for all of those I would whisper to on the wind, in the sound of the sea, in the moonlight, from the sun dancing on wave top...
I'm going to shoot someone.
Today, that would be Verizon. After having to reconfigure everything so that my damned modem would, you know, actually be able to send out emails, IMs, etc. the service is still crawling along. Thanks for naught, twerps.
I think I'll be switching back to Earthlink in November/December.
P.S. I have a horrible foreboding of doom that this could morph into the horror tale that Alan Davies lived through with Virgin Media. *gets out stakes and garlic, and voodoo dolls... just in case.* | |
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 I had forgotten about these charming little weather indicators until I saw a repost of one on the f-list. Hee. Will have to find a place to put this. | |
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OMG! I'm exhausted!The day started off not quite so promising as it was raining, but it cleared in the early afternoon as I took the beastiette to the shops to use her birthday gift cards and dosh. Best Buy was a bit of a bust game wise for the DS, but we went to PetCo and Jackpot! The birthday girl got a $65 hamster cage for $15, and two free dwarf hamsters. They were up for adopting out, so why not. I don't think that her feet touched the ground the entire afternoon. So, Marietta and Toffee have joined the menagerie. My mother thinks I need my head examined, and she's probably right, but having a very happy, newly-minted twelve year old beastiette is well worth it. Trick-or-treating was fun. We went a bit later as the beasties had a party they were invited to, but still they managed a good haul. The beastie dressed as Tom Baker's Doctor and the beastiette dressed as Romana I. A few people got it and gave out extra candy for the "Hello, I'm the Doctor. Would you like to give me a jelly baby?" One lady had never heard of Doctor Who, and it was a bit of a party house... where I learned a killer new cocktail* The people who had heard of Who joined in the teasing: "Doctor Who?"
"Yes!"
"Who?"
"The Doctor."
"Doctor Who?"
"Yes!" The beasties got called back over on the way back down the street and got more extra candy for all the fun that conversation and explanation generated. Just finished supper up and think we're going to save the singing of "Happy Birthday" and cake eating for tomorrow at breakfast. Right now, they're too busy sorting out the piles of candy. *Black Widow - Ingredients: * 2 oz Blavod black vodka * 3 oz cranberry juice Preparation: 1. Pour the cranberry juice into a highball glass filled with ice. 2. Float the cold Blavod on top. | |
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Usually about this time of year, I'm talking about the latest NaNoWriMo project that is in the works. This year, there isn't one. It is staying that way. I have enough to finish and polish without bringing a new project into the world. However, as I was writing in my morning pages, I was getting my priorities and ideals for the coming new year together and wrote that November is going to be my personal NaNoWitchMo [TM]. I wanted to find a composition book that has blank, unlined pages, I know they make them because I used to have one, but I cannot find any and today decided that I don't need one. I have a regular composition book, blank paper, and a stapler... I am set to go! It is going to be a productively interesting November *wink* | |
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So Chelsea whomped Blackburn 5 - 0 and earlier scored 4 goals to win matchday 2 in UEFA's Champions League.
Carlo! Why the hell weren't the grandpas doing this last year in Mee-lahn?!?!?!??!??!!
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I am just finishing up tweaking the settings on my new 19" monitor.
One of the Elder Beastie's high school friends [and my semi-adopted son] is back in town for a visit after moving out to San Francisco to pursue his dreams, and came for a visit today. He looks great! He's happy! And, he's really grown to be a fine young man. I was so happy to see him, and the beasties were overjoyed as well.
After he left, I took said beasties to Bowe's for their WarHammer, etc. and when I got home there was a box on my doorstep. That Noel [and no, no accent over the e, he is No-el, not Nole] had to have dropped it off. Before he left, he was always the techno-genie and hooking everyone up with gadgets because that is what he loves to do.
We're going to have to have him over for dinner to say thank you. | |
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While I've finished the book, I haven't posted the questions so quickly this time round. Part of it is the laxity of discipline that I've admittedly allowed myself to slide into, but a more significant part of it is the increasingly personal nature of the questions. To be frank, many of them I am just more comfortable working out in my morning pages and not even posting them as private entries. But, as I've begun the process of posting the questions and realise that some are curious to see what the rest of them are, I will post the rest of the questions.
On the whole, I will be rereading the book and re-examining some earlier questions. IT is a lot to take in in one reading, and there are things that I do not so easily accept as valid debate points, but that too is good because I help clarify my own thoughts to explain why I do not necessarily agree with a point.
Today I added the Lilith section. Over the next week, I will add the other 3 sections and post when they are completed. | |
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 Thank you. Operation Keep Connected is full swing. The Thanksgiving holiday week will not be a black-hole of incommunicado doom. - Mood:grateful
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I've done this before, but long enough ago that I might as well try it again.
The problem with on-line blogs: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about one another. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. So.....ask away!
Then post this in your blog and find out what people don't know about you. | |
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It is a grey day, but that is a-okay with me. The beasties are at the theatre with McMuffin watching Zombieland and I am finishing up the last of the tweaks for the Seahawk.
It took a bit of doing, but I finally got the printer installed without all the bells and whistles that HP packs into the drivers. And the anti-virus is being reinstalled as I type, so *knocks wood* we are very close to 100% functionality.
Now, the hard part... getting myself organised. | |
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Well, 1/2 of the computers are back. Hooray!
The Seahawk Mach 1 is flying well. *pats the ancient HP Pavillion* The only small complaint I have is the monitor, we had to buy a new LCD one, and I haven't been able to get it to adjust to more than 800 x 600 resolution, but, for now, I am not complaining. I know that I will have to tweak and fiddle to get things to display as I am used to, but I can do that. It is far easier than sharing the elder beasts notebook with the beasties.
Less hassle, too!
Now, to start downloading the essentials like Firefox, Trillian, etc. | |
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There has to be something in the high school. The beastie is home again with pink-eye and a fever. The beastiette is coughing, and I've resigned myself to the idea that my cough might be getting company. Stocked up on herbals and tea, soup making supplies, and plenty of juices and teas. We'll be snug and warm this long weekend.
Supper is on the go... pot roast... quick, yummy, and easy, so I might just go take a warm bath and relax for 1/2 hour so I can actually stay awake and have the energy to chat tonight.
Still waiting on word from the repair places on the other computers. An exercise in patience, yes, but one that is now getting old. | |
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This week is over, thankfully, and the worst of it wasn't quite as bad as I thought.
The beasties and I decided to not tell Elder Beast the news about Barbie until he was feeling better. So, he asked how she was. I couldn't lie to him on the phone. He cried a little, and so did we, but he seemed okay when he hung up.
The cough is still here, lingering and making me miserable. Next Monday, hell or high water, I'm walking again and working on getting my energy back.
We're down to one computer for the three of us. It is challenging, especially with homework obligations, but I hope to have some good news from HP soon. The old tower computer is out at the shop, too, getting upgrades so *knocks wood* it will be ready to be picked up this coming week, as well. Then we'll be able to get back to the normal routines.
Muse-wise... I know that I need to get back to Izzy, Roby, and Gwynne. I'm getting itchy and irritated from this lung-gunk, so I am hoping that means the fug is continuing to burn off.
Supper now, and to read and get caught up. | |
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I'll need to get the photos I have of her off the mobile and posted up here at some point. She went this morning in her sleep, without suffering, and will be deeply and greatly missed. | |
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Was slept through.
Looking at the UEFA site, I might not have missed much...
Somehow, none of the matches are tempting me enough to shell out $1.99 to watch a replay courtesy of UEFA's video on demand service.
Am really trying to hold-off on taking my cough syrup. I think once we're back from the library, though, I'm taking it and getting a cat nap in before supper. Or, I could take beastiette's... sans codeine. Hmmm. | |
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After a few rounds of telephone tag, I managed to sort out that the notebook is under warranty still, and have a service call in place for it.
Let's hope that this goes well.
And now... more soup and a bit more rest. | |
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Holy Christ!
Whatever germs the beasties brought home from school, they knocked the life out of me. Almost literally I would have sworn yesterday. It snuck up on me Sunday night, and I knew something bad was on the way on Monday, but yesterday I was weaker than a kitten.
I'm just glad I had a doctor's appointment re the BP meds already scheduled. At 9:15 am... that was cruel and I'm amazed I made it. But, he gave me a script for cough medicine with codeine [with one free refill! Bless him.] and I slept almost 22 hours solid.
Today am feeling well enough change the bed linens... you can tell someone was sick... and showered the funk off myself. Still aching in spots and feeling weak, but I'm hoping that another day of resting up will get me back to normal [or what passes for it] tomorrow.
Now to worry about getting my laptop fixed. Meredith reported that the power source isn't powering up, and dammit if she isn't right. Hope the extended warranty covers that. Cross your fingers and wish me luck. | |
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 It starts with the single breath of a word~
Bere'sit...
In the Beginning, we collected ourselves as best we could within the broken shells of the world. We gathered our scant technology that the inundation left to us and the surveyors set out across the waters to the unformed lands. There they beheld a miracle and looked with pleasure upon ha'shemim [the Highlands] and arez [the Lowlands].
Yet as the surveyors told us, the Lowlands were an empty region, with no souls living there and no charts which described the low lying valley. The Seven Lords of the Counsel and the Seven Great Ladies of Wisdom agreed declaring, "Let us enlighten ourselves of the wonders of this land."
So it came to pass that we crossed the waters to gather once more and begin the work of rebuilding our society on the heights that had been selected. As the great halls were constructed from the cedar trees of the heights, the surveyors slowly moved outward and left their markers where they distinguished between ha'orhas [the known] and hashakhas [the unknown]. The known lands we called Yom and the unknown Laylah: the Lands of Day and of Night.
There was singing and dancing from the evening until the morn... the first stage was now complete.
The Seven Lords of Counsel and the Seven Great Ladies of Wisdom came together once more and looked down and out upon Laylah. Enki, the Lord of the Sweet Waters, and Ningikuga, the Lady of the Pure Reed, spoke their thoughts aloud, "Let there be constructed a great vault in the middle of the river's waters, and let it so divide the upper waters from the lower waters." And so it was done; the great wall that rose shining to the heavens was called ha'shemim [the Heights], and all who looked upon it did so in wonder.
There was singing and dancing from the evening until the morn... the second stage was now complete. | I met you last night in a dream.
I found myself walking with an acquaintance down some dull street, crowded with modern flats and buildings which looked down upon us from their kingdom of ugliness, fighting our way against the currents of people who were as grey as the city which surrounded them. Our conversation was lost among the noise, which made no matter as my acquaintance was more interested in reciting the inventory of the large paper bags printed with upscale logos that contained a king's ransom of trendy flotsam. It was then that the sound cut through the numb haze I blanketed myself with... it was your laugh, but I did not know it then.
"What's down here?" I asked where a small pedestrian way opened between the buildings. "Let's go see."
My suggestion was met with an expression of doubt, as if offended that something so humble as a walking path should dare try to trespass upon the territory of the broad asphalt rivers of the city streets. "Nothing special," came the reply, voice matching well the expression of affronted boredom.
"Come on," I urged. By then the sense of adventure was rising, and it was only fair that I be allowed to indulge my interests after indulging those of my acquaintance, after struggling so long pretending to enjoy this excursion.
"I don't want to," came the petulant answer, "besides, there is a place that I have been dying to get you into. You're going to-" The look on disbelief on her face was monumental to see, and as if you could see it, another echo of your laughter beckoned me to follow my instinct and turn. "I can't believe you."
That was fine and true. You see, I was not supposed to assert myself or disrupt the plans of others, for I was the kind one, the tender one, the good-hearted one who behaved as the perfect friend should do. "Not this time," I had answered. I would not remain silent and abandon my desires. Oh how that hurt! Poor creature could not endure my denial in those three words; the horrible truth is that people often get used to goodness, to tenderness, and then they take it for granted and abuse it. And then they gape at you like fish out of water when you do not budge from your stance.
"Fine. Suit yourself." The words came out as an accusation, a challenge, and I let them wash off of me. There are words worthy of attention and caring, and these fell into neither category. "You are such a peculiar person." The last crushing words came floating back to me on the wind; only they made me smile as I turned to walk down the passageway. The words made no difference to me as I walked, they could not change anything; not my decision to take this path and certainly not who I am. Peculiar or not. |
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This story is meant to be read side-by-side as the sense of then and now twine round each other in the telling and recollecting. This is an experiment, and I hope that it works. If not, then I will need to take suggestions and/or find inspiration when I take it back to the drawing board. This story is just that... a story. It is not meant to be serious historical research nor a commentary on any religious views, gospel, or opinions. I have used the names I did because they touch the creative muse that keeps this story unfolding in my mind. Thank you, and I hope that you enjoy my words. ~*~Table of Contents: Part IPart IIPart III | |
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