*bwahahahaahahahaahaa*

Oh, sparky, you’re a pip.

What a good daughter you are.

I’m a Charles Addams fan. He drew this cartoon that shows someone feeding pigeons in a park. The pigeons flock around him, landing on him, eventually covering him. In the last panel you see the pigeons flying away leaving behind a skeleton. Imagining a cloud of butterflies fluttering in, landing on a target, and leaving behind only bones….

how nice that 1/12 of us are like this… 😛

Aquarius – Know yourself. Aquarians are known for progressive thinking, but be careful: If you keep your head permanently parked in the clouds, you’ll never get anything accomplished.

*- I think that’s right… to easy to lose self in planning and never get around to doing.

greatest trait – You’re smart, funny and easy to talk to.

*- *blush* you’re just saying that.

look out for -Your tendency to be a major know-it-all. Aquarians are really notorious for loving to give advice but hating to receive it. Next time you feel like telling your best bud what they need to do to really get their life in gear, keep your mouth shut to concentrate on you instead.

*- oh, boy, right on the mark again. yipes.

Uranus, the planet of change and the unexpected.

good day – Wednesday

(I prefer weekends!)

colors – Bright blue, the crystal clear color of sky.

Hmm.. I like cyan, and bright blues, but more of a Green/purple leaner.)

got up late this morning, due to being up much of the night with the sims. building a new home with new folks in it… I’ll probably post a couple of screen-caps in the next few days.

had trouble with the phone this morning… dialed up bellsouth(from across the street), and got the connection fixed…I went out with my brother to see unbreakable again this afternoon and went to big pink for lunch. as he works at a bar, we got the ‘in the business’ discount, 50% off… and the guy tending there gave me a keychain to flash on los olas now, so I can get all sorts of ITB discounts! 🙂 Whee.. I love networking and getting freebie stuff. talking to the love right now, and it sounds like her day was quite a delight, too. I’m really happy that her day went well… she deserves all the greatness she can possibly take.

finished all my books in my list… going to gutenberg or oh, litrix, or memoware… what to read?

Recommended Reading: Scotto

Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron by Daniel Clowes
Lessee here . . . murderous apocalyptic cults? Check. Trashy, bumbling seekers after mystic enlightenment? Check. People voluntarily getting their eye sockets chewed on by rare Asiatic sea crustaceans? Check. Porn? Check. This graphic novel has everything you need. ISBN# 1-56097-116-9.

Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco
This look at the occult underground of Italy is thick with weird history of every flavor. Not easy going, but worth it. If you like this one, try out The Island of the Day Before. Not much of that book is applicable to Unknown Armies except for the magical thinking of the protagonist. The part where he snaps and wants to save Jesus from Judas is classic.

Kooks by Dana Kossy
This is a collection of materials from fringe groups and mixed lone nuts. Rather heavy on the anti-semitism (as you’d expect from any collection of kook writing) but rich with plot ideas. ISBN 0-922915-19-9.

“The Picture in the House” by H.P. Lovecraft
While Lovecraft is best known for his so-called “Cthulhu Mythos” stories (and deservedly so), he also did a number of stories without the Mythos cosmology and intertext, and they’re probably more applicable . “The Picture in the House” is a perfect example of a solo psycho Duke with his own system worked out.

The Middleman and Other Stories by Bharati Mukherjee
The stories “The Middleman,” “Buried Lives,” and “Danny’s Girls” are a mix of film noir, white trash, and a rainbow of multiculturalism. “Loose Ends” is all of the above, with a protagonist who is just bone-chilling scary. Mukherjee has a bullseye bead on the juncture between sex and politics, not to mention a deft hand with characterization. These stories may be a little out of date (they’re from the ’80s) but still well worth reading.

Pretty much anything by Tim Powers
The Stress of Her Regard is one of his weakest works: it’s only better than 80% of the stuff out there. On Stranger Tides and The Anubis Gates are better, and both deliver examples of fabulous magick that make perfect sense. Expiration Date is better still, providing a modern-day magickal underground in L.A.
On Stranger Tides and Anubis Gates remain his best.

In Sorcery’s Shadow by Paul Stoller
This is the nonfiction account of an anthropologist who apprenticed himself to a Nigerian sorcerer and fled the country from fear of a witch’s anger. ISBN 0-226-77543-7.

Pretty much anything by James Ellroy
Ellroy writes crime novels the way Shakespeare wrote plays: better than anyone else. His books are fat, beefy bastards so full of intricate plotting, fascinating characters, and devastating psychologies that they render most crime writers since Dashiell Hammett irrelavent. If you want to read the best in new horror fiction, avoid the “horror” book rack — Ellroy is fighting on the front lines of the human nightmare, and has handily left the sad remnants of the horror field in his wake. His novel L.A. Confidential was made into an excellent movie recently, but as good as the movie was, the book was far better.

From Hell by Alan Moore & Eddie
Campbell Moore’s sweeping saga of Jack the Ripper does an admirable job of showing how mysticism can infect daily life — and even overtake it.

Psionic tympani, craniomantic amulets, adding the Eighth Corner, qabalistic imprinting of the Mark of Cain, memory engrailment, worship of the Nazca sky-gods who built Sachsahuayman — the question isn’t why drill a hole in your head, but why haven’t you done it yet? (A variant on corrective phrenology).

Question. If you could have one type of body-modification done, what would it be, and why? anything from ritual scarring to prehensile tails…

I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Bene Gesserit

Ahhh…. 10000% better. napped, showered, went for my walk, got some holiday cards, paid my bills… sadly the bank was closed, so no paycheck cashed… will have to do that Monday. my main concern now is to make the girl feel as happy as I do. I worried her, and I don’t want to be hurting her in any way.

Saw unbreakable. quite good, opened really well, and sort of lost steam at the bottom, but overall quite good. I hope they make a sequel.

not gloomy this morning, it must’ve been the burnout and overtired speaking, last night. many chores to perform today, laundry, walk, preliminary yuletide shopping, bills to pay.

still tired… got maybe 4 hours of sleep, but I really am done with snoozing for now. maybe a midday nap later on to catch up.

I think my current mindset is a mix of being overtired, mentally burnt out, and hypersensitivity.

tomorrow, I need to pay phone bill, rent, and begin winter shopping for b-days and yuletide cheer. also paycheck.

my brain is flatlined. creativity isn’t leaping form anywhere, I feel dulled.

I’m so tired. but I won’t be able to sleep…. I should just get into the bed and try. goodnight.

regained calm. reminded myself of some very good advice. “don’t worry, until you know for sure that you should”

will ask later, and then decide if I should fear or not.

Feeling insecure. First time I have, in quite a while. Love symptom. I trust her implicitly, yet fearful because my guard is totally down. This will pass.

trivia-
coffee beans are not really beans, but fruit pits.

so these two guys walk into a bar, right? and the first guy says to the bartender, “gimme a cold fardel on the jingle jangles, eh?” to which the bartender replies, “huh?” so the first guy says, “a cold fardel on the jingle jangles! didn’t you hear me the first time?” the bartender, stupefied, replies, “hey look, pal, i never heard of a cold fardel on the jingle jangles.”

at this point, the second guy, in disbelief, says, “what? what kind of bartender do you call yourself, jerky?” he pulls out a big ol’ hunting knife, the kind that rambo used to free those POWs, and sticks it right straight into the belly of that poor old bartender. that’s when one of the waitresses leans over and says, “what the hell are you doing? ahhhhh! ahhhhhh!” and she screams and runs out.

this isn’t a joke or anything. it’s just another example of what can happen.

Are U.S. taxes low compared to the rest of the industrialized world?

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