anyhow, got a fresh cartoon from a friend in new york. The poor guy’s trying to get me to like anime, but I’m not really much of a fan. some of the storybits are fun, and much of the art is interesting, but to paraphrase sturgeons law, I think that 98% of all the anime I’ve seen is pooties. (the 2% has been good though, which is why I’ll still eyeball some, if it is reccomended to me by someone I trust)

Here’s the latest on a big ol’ tape of his. (on a borrowed VCR from Tim! Thanks Tim!)

Basically there’s a high school student who gets a disease (it was hard to tell what with the fan subbed, billionth-generation tape – but it was probably bone cancer). He takes some special medicine that only gives him a fever for a week. Then, 5 years later, he witnesses a pillar of supernatural light and a ball of ghostly energy passes through him.

From that point on, he sees big spiders on some people’s chests and necks. After failing a wide variety of stress checks, he stumbles upon the fact that these spiders are the memories of regret, guilt and shame – and he starts taking them from people and eating them. Sin-eater indeed.

Anyway, he gets addicted and (to spoil the episode) starts going to greater and greater lengths to get these spiders. Then Boogie Pop Phantom herself (the God of Death, what a name for her, eh?) shows up and “collects” him. She says that she’s not the one who is killing him though, and points at his chest, where we see all the spiders he’s been eating latched onto him.

Very nice stuff.

The show has some strange direction as well. The first two episodes happen at the same time, but have different plots and characters – they just intersect in the middle. I have the feeling that this “same story, different angle” approach will continue. The show itself is also rather odd, drawn with fuzzy borders and colored almost entirely in cepia. That’s sure to piss some people off and for those who know stuff about anime, it’s apparently written by the Lain guy and directed by the man who made Slayers. An odd combination that ends up being nothing like Slayers at all, and strikingly similar to Lain.

Definitely something people should check out if they get the chance, if they like that sort of thing. 🙂

Rivendell
(Words and Music by Geddy Lee and Neil Peart)

Sunlight dances through the leaves
Soft winds stir the sighing trees
Lying in the warm grass
Feel the sun upon your face
Elven songs and endless nights
Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights
Time will never touch you
Here in this enchanted place

You feel there’s something calling
you You’re wanting to return
To where the Misty Mountains rise
and friendly fires burn
A place you can escape the world
Where the dark lord cannot go
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud
water’s flow

I’ve traveled now for many miles
It feels so good to see the smiles
of Friends who never left your mind
When you were far away
From the golden light of coming dawn
Till the twilight where the sun is gone
We treasure every season
And every passing day

We feel the coming of a new day
Darkness gives way to light a new way
Stop here for a while until the world,
The world calls you away
Yet you know I’ve had the feeling
Standing with my senses reeling
This is the place to grow old till
I reach my final day

Saw Robbo… had a nice time, got home tardy because we couldn’t find a parking space… 😛 so, instead we opted for me to pick up a VCR … found a great little cheapie for $70! works great, plays, records… nifty. It works well too.. last time I bought a VCR it was $300… this one has a zillion more functions… very cool. and no flashing time, it’s integrated into the on-screen. very Spartan, and works fine with the universal remote. (even came with one of it’s own, but the VCR’s didn’t recognize the TV. ) Just in time to start recording red dwarf from first season, and the kids in the hall marathon. 🙂 Contemplating a TV card for the computer now, and not worrying about a DVD player until I *need* something that’s only available on DVD. Had a great iced chai and game of checkers while waiting for the movie… Slaughtered Robb. Swung by work on the way home, to pick up a CD and couldn’t, as they’d changed the locks!! I hope that doesn’t spell trouble for Monday. gave me a freaky vibe.

Here’s the song I used to get “who let the dogs out” out of my head today… a classic.

Rush / The Trees

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
And they’re quite convinced the’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light

But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream “Oppression!”
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light

Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw

I’ll be the first to admit that I have no shortage of faults. But if I had to pick one, the one that’s gotten me into the most trouble over the years…

…it would be that sometimes I get angry.

And when I get angry, I sometimes do stupid things.

I’ve been reading some of my old print journal… especially from 91-ish. I was very angry much of that year. Holy cow. I was wound up and pissy at everyone. I hardly recognize certain thoughts.

There’s also an entry, I’d forgotten all about. synchronicity. I’ve had black cats and frogs on the brain, and here’s something from 1994.

Frogs, like snakes, scorpions, ravens, and black cats are traditionally considered harbingers of doom, witnessed by the following tale.

AN AFRICAN MYTH ABOUT A FROG

On a day when little water was to be found, Man spent awhile in thought and realized that he might one day die, never to rise again. Man sent Dog to God to ask that he might come back to life again, like the flowering plant, after death.

Dog went off and followed his nose to God. He was soon distracted by the smell of soup, and followed his hunger toward the source. Leaning close to watch it boil, Dog was content and forgot his mission.

Seeing that Dog was lost, Frog took it upon himself to go to God and tell him that man did not want to live again. If Man were to be reborn, thought Frog, he would soon muddy the rivers and destroy the birthplaces of frogs.

Dog finally arrived to tell God Man’s message. Leaning low, he crooned Man’s need for rebirth in the song of a howl. God was touched by the devotion of Dog for Man.

But God granted Frog’s wish, because he got there first

I’ll be the first to admit that I have no shortage of faults. But if I had to pick one, the one that’s gotten me into the most trouble over the years…

…it would be that sometimes I get angry.

And when I get angry, I sometimes do stupid things.

I’ve been reading some of my old print journal… especially from 91-ish. I was very angry much of that year. Holy cow. I was wound up and pissy at everyone. I hardly recognize certain thoughts.

There’s also an entry, I’d forgotten all about. synchronicity. I’ve had black cats and frogs on the brain, and here’s something from 1994.

Frogs, like snakes, scorpions, ravens, and black cats are traditionally considered harbingers of doom, witnessed by the following tale.

AN AFRICAN MYTH ABOUT A FROG

On a day when little water was to be found, Man spent awhile in thought and realized that he might one day die, never to rise again. Man sent Dog to God to ask that he might come back to life again, like the flowering plant, after death.

Dog went off and followed his nose to God. He was soon distracted by the smell of soup, and followed his hunger toward the source. Leaning close to watch it boil, Dog was content and forgot his mission.

Seeing that Dog was lost, Frog took it upon himself to go to God and tell him that man did not want to live again. If Man were to be reborn, thought Frog, he would soon muddy the rivers and destroy the birthplaces of frogs.

Dog finally arrived to tell God Man’s message. Leaning low, he crooned Man’s need for rebirth in the song of a howl. God was touched by the devotion of Dog for Man.

But God granted Frog’s wish, because he got there first.

quick literature link.

Kama Sutra, Burton edition.

If you don’t want a sexy piece of history, may I reccomend –

How to Juggle Scarves.

I can’t reccomend either enough. with practice, you may find a pleasurable way to combine the two.

the search pages are back up… now I can see who does what, ewhere and when…

for example, if I want to see who that links to me, in the order in which they’ve posted, I can just do =
Continue reading wheee!!! →

good news badnews.

good news, got my net connection at home working, at last.

bad news, apparently not in time to talk more to my dearest one. She’s tucked in bed, deeply a sleepy at this point. Hopefully, I’ll get to talk with her tomorrow.

anyhow, got a fresh cartoon from a friend in new york. The poor guy’s trying to get me to like anime, but I’m not really much of a fan. some of the storybits are fun, and much of the art is interesting, but to paraphrase sturgeons law, I think that 98% of all the anime I’ve seen is pooties. (the 2% has been good though, which is why I’ll still eyeball some, if it is reccomended to me by someone I trust)

Here’s the latest on a big ol’ tape of his. (on a borrowed VCR from Tim! Thanks Tim!)

Basically there’s a high school student who gets a disease (it was hard to tell what with the fan subbed, billionth-generation tape – but it was probably bone cancer). He takes some special medicine that only gives him a fever for a week. Then, 5 years later, he witnesses a pillar of supernatural light and a ball of ghostly energy passes through him.

From that point on, he sees big spiders on some people’s chests and necks. After failing a wide variety of stress checks, he stumbles upon the fact that these spiders are the memories of regret, guilt and shame – and he starts taking them from people and eating them. Sin-eater indeed.

Anyway, he gets addicted and (to spoil the episode) starts going to greater and greater lengths to get these spiders. Then Boogie Pop Phantom herself (the God of Death, what a name for her, eh?) shows up and “collects” him. She says that she’s not the one who is killing him though, and points at his chest, where we see all the spiders he’s been eating latched onto him.

Very nice stuff.

The show has some strange direction as well. The first two episodes happen at the same time, but have different plots and characters – they just intersect in the middle. I have the feeling that this “same story, different angle” approach will continue. The show itself is also rather odd, drawn with fuzzy borders and colored almost entirely in cepia. That’s sure to piss some people off and for those who know stuff about anime, it’s apparently written by the Lain guy and directed by the man who made Slayers. An odd combination that ends up being nothing like Slayers at all, and strikingly similar to Lain.

Definitely something people should check out if they get the chance, if they like that sort of thing. 🙂

Acorn cap, and thimbleful of ale,
leafy skirts, granting wishes.

Where are you now? Still sleeping? I long for your laughter… the tinkle of your shoes. I suppose the best chance will be to try and catch up with you in our dreams….

If you see a faery ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-toe as you pass,
Last night faeries frolicked there-
And they’re sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny faery,
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you’ll break a faery spell.

(Thanks to Billy Shakespeare!)

Polishing up my Age of Kings skills. Don’t want to end up with my cheese in the wind when playing this weekend.

Anyone want to recommend the winningest group to play? I lean to vikings and goths.

Getting some good writing in tonight…I should have another story posted to the website by the end of the week.

I’m missing talking to the girl though… I think she went to bed, and sleep. Missing her… but thinking good thoughts!

This coming weekend is Robb’s last in town, before his journey to Seattle. I’ll miss the guy, but I feel that he’ll keep up communications, unlike the gross majority of the others. Upon reflection, he’s the best friend among them. I don’t really miss the others, but was rather upset when the first batch left for greener pastures. Odds are good that I won’t buddy up with more computer type folks… not locally anyhow.

It’s eat a mythical creature week at scotto-ville!

Crunchy Pecan Chupacabra Chops

6 Chupacabra rib, loin or shoulder chops, about ¾ inches thick – about 2 pounds (Prepared in duck press)
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
2 tablespoons mayonnaise or Cool Whip
1 tablespoon of vegetable oil
1 slice Wonder bread, minced
4 sprigs fresh parsley or 1 tablespoon dried parsley flakes
1 lb butter

1. Cut outer edge of fat on Chupacabra chops at 1-inch intervals to prevent curling.
2. Mix mustard, mayonnaise or Cool Whip, and oil. Place remaining ingredients in blender or food processor. Cover and blend on high speed, using deft on-and-off motions.
3. Set oven control to Broil.
4. Spread mustard mixture over Chupacabra chops. Coat evenly.
5. Place chops on rack in broiler pan. Broil chops with tops about 6 inches from heat about ten minutes until brown. Turn; broil 10 to 15 minutes longer or until chops are slightly pink in center.

1 Serving: Calories 590 (Calories from fat 280), Fat 57 g (Saturated 27 g) Cholesterol 300mg; Sodium 710mg; Carbohydrate 43g (Dietary Fiber -3g); Protein .25 g
!!!

Bear traps voting officials in polling place

How very sad. 🙁 Poor little black bear.

red lips/red nails/red hair

her smile/her touch/her scent

the way she thinks/feels/lives

her joy/her comfort/her happiness

I desire/I want /I need

our embrace/our talks/our laughter

sharing/growing/smiles

walking by a lighthouse… time spent in dreams .resting her head on my shoulder.
fair skin, steals my breath, though I give it willingly. freshly painted toes, quick smiles.

tired, must sleep, will continue this assembly tomorrow.

Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods could speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand,
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay;
I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

Sweet Disorder
by Robert Herrick

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction —
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher —
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly —
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat —
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility —
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

Difficult times ahead in the workplace. Found out from the immediate boss that the big boss seems to think I do nothing at work. heh. So, starting tomorrow, I will be re implementing log sheets in the programming department. Something that shows time spent on projects, jobs done, etc. My only gripe is that the reason I stopped doing the logs in the first place was that it took 30 minutes out of every day, in 3-5 minute nibbles at a time.

I wonder what the big boss is going to say when he sees that there are folks doing 10-16 hour a day shifts because he won’t authorize new personnel? Or for that matter vacation time in the near future, because nobody can be spared?

All it will take is one person to quit for the whole department to be brought to the floor. Am I that person? Better question, is Kev? I feel that if either of us left tomorrow, that the company would take a crippling financial blow from lost work, and one that it probably couldn’t recover from. If only some company would sneak up on Kev and offer him 60k or so to leave, I’m sure he’d do it in a heartbeat. I’m keeping my eyes open… Perhaps a more respectable and respecting job is on the horizon. I’d like to go back to doing library work.. I hope that my application went ok up north. I haven’t heard from them, perhaps I’ll call them tomorrow.

In related news, another fun person left us the other day. Joel is the latest in a long list of goodly folks that went west in the footsteps of Bheesham, Tuan, and Paul. Competent people who saw fit to get out while the getting was good.

Perhaps I can convince the girl I’m interested in to adopt me as a resident poet and worshipper of her….

“You’ll regret being so damn abusive when the electric UFO gods transphase in from Dimension 10 to appoint me manager of the universe.”