Sooo, Soulsis... Blowie the Blow-fly, eh? Well, if you want a mascot that represents a truly Australian xmas I can think of nothing more appropriate than a blow-fly...
Here we are, 2 hours to go 'til midnight on New Years Eve. Woo-effing-hoo.
New Year's Eve used to be a big deal for me, there was always a party to go and get legless and dance (tch, stop laughing you know what I mean!). I can't even remember what I did for last year's New Year's Eve, and that's not not remembering because of a surfeit of good times, it's not remembering cos I suspect that night wasn't that much different from any other night. Much like tonight will be. *sigh*
Eh, could be worse, I could not even have internet access. : )
... however... AYA!!
Got my AnK cd's! *bouncebouncebounce*. Well, I assume they're for me, the snails had eaten off nearly all of the front of the envelope. : ) I've got all the software I need to run it so with luck, tomorrow I'll be able to get a little time by myself to indulge... Thanks, Onna! *hugs*
*dreamy sigh* K has such prettypretty eyes... so does Yuki... it must be the shape of them, I think - and I can't help but wriggle when Hiro's onscreen...
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
[blinks at the list of 'types' of pagan. Then frowns] There isn't one here that fits the ningen. Not even a combination of them. Though the description of Our Lady of Intense Suffering reminded her of Moaning Minnie... [smirks] But I'll be a faerie queen if you like...
A seme faerie queen, of course.
A seme faerie queen, of course.
Monday, December 30, 2002
Woohoo!
The parcel Joules sent me in October turned up on my doorstep this morning. : ) *bouncebouncebounce*
There was a copy of her 'Perfume' book (very interesting!) and enough sachets of hot chocolate to bathe in if I so wished (however, tempting as that thought is, I'm sensibly going to drink it instead, one cup at a time : )
There was also the Gravitation cd's Talon burnt for me *thankyouthankyouhugs!* and another cd full of yummy YYH dj's. Joules had already sent me a copy of the necessary software to watch Gravitation, so I happily loaded that up and managed to immerse myself in the first three eps before RL (ie: the cubs) called me back. It was sooooo sweet that damn me if the single solitary romantic bone in my body I'll admit to (it's the small, square one in my right ankle) wasn't playing up! Hiro is gorgeousgorgeousgorgeous but I'm afraid I had a bit of an uke moment over Yuri. [sorry, 'lestrel, it's that whole seme thing again *grin*]
But, heh, once again I find myself having some odd insights into a program I've never seen before because I've read mountains of fanfic first. Needless to say I'm looking forward to the rest of the series - haven't had a good look at K yet...
The parcel Joules sent me in October turned up on my doorstep this morning. : ) *bouncebouncebounce*
There was a copy of her 'Perfume' book (very interesting!) and enough sachets of hot chocolate to bathe in if I so wished (however, tempting as that thought is, I'm sensibly going to drink it instead, one cup at a time : )
There was also the Gravitation cd's Talon burnt for me *thankyouthankyouhugs!* and another cd full of yummy YYH dj's. Joules had already sent me a copy of the necessary software to watch Gravitation, so I happily loaded that up and managed to immerse myself in the first three eps before RL (ie: the cubs) called me back. It was sooooo sweet that damn me if the single solitary romantic bone in my body I'll admit to (it's the small, square one in my right ankle) wasn't playing up! Hiro is gorgeousgorgeousgorgeous but I'm afraid I had a bit of an uke moment over Yuri. [sorry, 'lestrel, it's that whole seme thing again *grin*]
But, heh, once again I find myself having some odd insights into a program I've never seen before because I've read mountains of fanfic first. Needless to say I'm looking forward to the rest of the series - haven't had a good look at K yet...
Soulsis forwarded this on to me.
I fall somewhere between Womyncentric Gynocrat and Dances-with-Bunnies with a smattering of Tree-hugging Nature Sprite. ^~^
The Field Guide to Neopagandom
Bright-Eyed Novice
You just read this cool book about a religion where there's a Goddess and a God, and they meet outside in nature, instead of some scary old building. They think sex is GOOD not evil, and you want to know where to sign up.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Mispronounces god/dess names, has to think a moment about which is deosil and which is widdershins. Has a shiny new athame (rhymes with "A-frame".)
Grand Old Wo/Man
Actually remembers Woodstock (the first one.) Will tell you about the time they dropped acid with Kerry Wendell Thornley - or maybe it was Robert Anton Wilson. Anyway, it was somebody with three names. Or was it three people with one name?
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Luxuriant gray locks, listens very intently, knows dish about people you've only read about.
Tree Hugging Nature Sprite
Most prized possession: one of Judi Barry's old tree spikes. Simul-taneously believes in universal love for humanity AND returning the planet to a pristine, uncorrupted state. Apt to remove clothes and fondle the shrubbery at a moment's notice. Can discuss compost in great detail.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: No meat, no fragrance, no leather, no plastic, no smoke, no drugs, no eco-exploitive products, no animal tested cosmetics, no TV, no car, but very tolerant.
Anal Retentive Ceremonial
Book collection actually holds up the ceiling in places. Is studying Greek, Latin and Hebrew all at once. Does "workings" instead of "rituals". All twenty volumes of their magical diaries are all in Enochian.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Won't go anywhere without a book. Is constantly aware of which direction is east. Dresses according to planetary conditions, or whatever was on sale at Wal-Mart.
Womyncentric Gynocrat
A man's shadow crossed her altar once and she spent three weeks purifying it. She'll have no wands in her chalice, thank you. No boys allowed in her full-moon club. Can hold forth for hours on the magical properties of menstrual blood.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Tiny axes or curved knives, just right for amputating a penis, are a favored symbol and often hang conveniently from her body parts. When a man approaches she rolls her eyes and stops talking.
Sexy Pagan Nymph
Oh, they're so nice! All that warm, round, sex-positive flesh -- and you can actually carry on a conversation with them between orgasms...pant, drool...
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Cute. Horny. Displays prominent cleavage. Will recite love poetry to you under a full moon. Likes to do it outdoors. Often destitute. All too few of them.
Corporate Closet Witch
"Hey, boss -- I'd like to take February 2nd as a personal day..." Has an entire chapter of their Book Of Shadows concerned with spells for purifying the workplace. Doesn't mind working on Christmas, especially if there's overtime involved. Quit being overtly Pagan at work since being canned by that born-again boss, but still refuses to say "Merry Christmas."
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Can assume a properly smiley work persona at the drop of a hat. Constantly glances around the room anxiously looking for co-workers and their spies. Non-distinctive style of dress, no conspicuous tattoos.
Childe Ov Kaos
Can name seventeen industrial goth bands without pausing to think. Knows what a Prince Albert is. Personally feels that if no panicky headlines appear the day after you do a ritual, you screwed up. Painted on their jacket, engraved in their flesh and/or boldly displayed as jewelry is an emblem which resembles a combination of corporate logo and arcane symbol. If you don't know what it means, they'll think you're a dweeb.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Easy to picture as an alternative musician or bike messenger, difficult to visualize as a school teacher or research assistant, impossible to imagine as a TV news anchor or bank officer. Always wears black leather, even when sleeping.
Pagan Celebrity
At conventions, stays on the hotel floor that requires a special key for elevator access. Lurks around knots of conversation eavesdropping in order to see if their name is being mentioned. Arrives in helicopter especially for rituals. Starts every sentence with "I". If you ask them how it's going, they hand you a press release.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Always has plenty of books to autograph and will personally sell them to you at a slight discount from cover price. Never seen unaccompanied by beefy amazonian bodyguards and doe-eyed hangers-on. Seems vaguely afraid of anyone they don't already know.
Scary Devil Worshipper
Would never be caught dead skyclad. Rarely smiles, except in a snide, knowing way which insinuates you are an ignorant peasant worthy of conquest. Secretly enjoys Rush Limbaugh and read The Bell Curve with smug satisfaction. Fascinated with Nazis. Probably has never hurt a fly, but they want you to think they're capable of vast destruction.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Lots of black and red. Men like goatees, women favor heavy black eyeliner. At least one inverted pentagram somewhere on their person. If you see several of them getting tanked in a bar, it would be wise to stay far away.
Crowley-In-A-Past-Life
Every magical gathering has at least one of these, along with several variants along the lines of Gerald Gardner, Tituba, Morgan LeFey, or somebody who was Atlantean royalty. Many of them were abducted by aliens recently, and have disturbing dreams rich with arcane symbolism that they will tell you all about, in great detail.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Look for the intense gleam in the eyes, the backpack rattling with various psychiatric medications, and the garments that were clearly designed and tailored on another planet.
Ravin' Pagan
Young and psychedelic. Can dance non-stop all night. Refuses to do boring Eurocentric rituals and prefers deities from sunny climes with lots of interesting local plants. Can say "Ayahuasca" ten times real fast and deliver long quotes from Terrence McKenna.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Dresses in color combinations that hurt the eyes unless you've taken ecstasy. Bloodshot eyes, blissful smile, never goes anywhere without ritual drum.
Fairie Queen
Is he a she? Is she a he? Are they a couple, or are those two a couple or are all four of them a quadruple? If getting answers to these questions could disturb you, best stay away. If, on the other hand, these kind of questions seem overly judgmental, you might have a real good time...
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: When you look at this person, does every sex act you've ever experienced in your life seem hopelessly vanilla? If so, congratulations -- you've found a Fairie!
High Episcopagan
Do their rituals have a script, a choreographer, a stage manager, an orchestra with chorus and last at least three hours? It's a High Episcopagan! They can memorize pages and pages of Olde Englishe, have more ritual garbs than most people have socks, and consider their main pagan influences to be Gerald Gardner, Judy Garland and Busby Berkeley.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Book of Shadows exceeds five volumes. Knows every note of "Carmina Burana" Don't ask them about that 18th century seed pearl trim on their ritual hat unless you've got an hour to spare.
Fundamentapagan
If it's in a book, it must be true. If it's in an old book, it must really be true. If it's in an old book that was handed down from an oral tradition of people who couldn't read, then it must really be way true. Gnashes their teeth if anyone shows up at a circle wearing a watch, glasses, or other mechanical assistance. Believes that anyone who lives in a city, eats meat or has a regular job dare not call themselves a pagan.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Has hissy fits when somebody brings up the old "Crowley ghosted Gardner's books" argument. Goes around correcting everyone's gaelic/old norse/latin/babylonian.
Dances With Bunnyrabbits.
Uses animal symbolism to express nearly all opinions and feelings. Charter member of PETA. Thinks meat eaters should be publicly executed. Has many, many, many pets. Has a spirit animal. Personally owns 927 models, pictures, and other depictions of their spirit animal.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Not counting the pagan his/herself, how many animals can you see when looking at them? If the count surpasses five (including critters found on tattoos, jewelry, garments and undies), you've found a worshipper of beasties.
Priest/ess of Political Correctness
Analyzes everything they read or hear for sexist-racist-homophobic- imperialist-Eurocentric content without paying attention to what is actually being said. Believes in personal liberty -- everyone has the right to be overbearing, dogmatic and holier-than-thou, not just the Xtian Right. Incredibly boring yet annoyingly self-righteous all at the same time.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Beady hyper-alert little eyes are constantly in motion, waiting for someone to do or say something bad. Has loud and attention attracting hissy fits when confronted with everyday things such as advertising or corporate franchises. Rudimentary sense of humor is rarely activated.
Our Lady Of Intense Suffering
Is constantly persecuted. You're probably persecuting her right now, you just don't realize it. Became a Pagan because she decided it was that most persecuted religion of all. Can't enjoy anything because it would be selfish to have any fun when so many are suffering.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Tales of woe. Even less of a sense of humor than #17. Bristles when anyone says the words "masochist" or "whining".
I Am Not Spock (at the moment)
Knows at least three filks about Cthulhu and at least forty Star Trek jokes. Has found a clever way to create simple furniture from stacks of science fiction paperbacks. Can name ninety different kinds of spaceship.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Two fisted drinking style. Probably still lives with parents. Many cryptic buttons, badges, patches and other insignia. Too smart for their own good.
Het-Case
Insist that they aren't homophobic; they just believe that Paganism is about a goddess and a god and they do it and what could be more obvious than that? It just doesn't "work right" if you try any other way! Are secretly afraid that gays and/or lesbians are dying to jump their tender hetro bones.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Living spaces abound with depiction's of satyrs with enormous genitals and huge-breasted, doe-eyed goddesses. Long manicured nails and wreaths of flowers (on females only -- men have big, bushy beards instead.)
Norse Code
Heroic and vikingly, these pagans often get into trouble with festival organizers and park rangers due to their fondness for running around with a huge battle-ax in one hand and a full mead horn in the other. They throw the best parties, but if you're a wimp, you're expressly not invited.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Look for the large, foreboding, biker-like persons wearing runes, with many pounds of amber dangling from their necks.
Pentacles, Inc.
Pagans have disposable income too, right? So how come they aren't buying my hand forged Venus of Willendorf necklaces -- they come in silver and gold, and each one has a genuine cubic zirconium belly button. Would you like a reading? Will that be Visa or MasterCard?
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Has business cards featuring little embossed pentagrams. You never seen so much Egyptian god/dess jewelry on a human being in your whole life.
Monster Truck Pagan
Can build own house, kill own food, school own children, and brew own hootch. Owns guns. Anointing oil is 30 weight. Scrying mirror says "objects are closer than they appear".
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Athame is a Gerber with a compass and waterproof secret compartment. Eats meat with visible twitches of pleasure. Ritual robes made from cammo fabric.
I fall somewhere between Womyncentric Gynocrat and Dances-with-Bunnies with a smattering of Tree-hugging Nature Sprite. ^~^
The Field Guide to Neopagandom
Bright-Eyed Novice
You just read this cool book about a religion where there's a Goddess and a God, and they meet outside in nature, instead of some scary old building. They think sex is GOOD not evil, and you want to know where to sign up.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Mispronounces god/dess names, has to think a moment about which is deosil and which is widdershins. Has a shiny new athame (rhymes with "A-frame".)
Grand Old Wo/Man
Actually remembers Woodstock (the first one.) Will tell you about the time they dropped acid with Kerry Wendell Thornley - or maybe it was Robert Anton Wilson. Anyway, it was somebody with three names. Or was it three people with one name?
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Luxuriant gray locks, listens very intently, knows dish about people you've only read about.
Tree Hugging Nature Sprite
Most prized possession: one of Judi Barry's old tree spikes. Simul-taneously believes in universal love for humanity AND returning the planet to a pristine, uncorrupted state. Apt to remove clothes and fondle the shrubbery at a moment's notice. Can discuss compost in great detail.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: No meat, no fragrance, no leather, no plastic, no smoke, no drugs, no eco-exploitive products, no animal tested cosmetics, no TV, no car, but very tolerant.
Anal Retentive Ceremonial
Book collection actually holds up the ceiling in places. Is studying Greek, Latin and Hebrew all at once. Does "workings" instead of "rituals". All twenty volumes of their magical diaries are all in Enochian.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Won't go anywhere without a book. Is constantly aware of which direction is east. Dresses according to planetary conditions, or whatever was on sale at Wal-Mart.
Womyncentric Gynocrat
A man's shadow crossed her altar once and she spent three weeks purifying it. She'll have no wands in her chalice, thank you. No boys allowed in her full-moon club. Can hold forth for hours on the magical properties of menstrual blood.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Tiny axes or curved knives, just right for amputating a penis, are a favored symbol and often hang conveniently from her body parts. When a man approaches she rolls her eyes and stops talking.
Sexy Pagan Nymph
Oh, they're so nice! All that warm, round, sex-positive flesh -- and you can actually carry on a conversation with them between orgasms...pant, drool...
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Cute. Horny. Displays prominent cleavage. Will recite love poetry to you under a full moon. Likes to do it outdoors. Often destitute. All too few of them.
Corporate Closet Witch
"Hey, boss -- I'd like to take February 2nd as a personal day..." Has an entire chapter of their Book Of Shadows concerned with spells for purifying the workplace. Doesn't mind working on Christmas, especially if there's overtime involved. Quit being overtly Pagan at work since being canned by that born-again boss, but still refuses to say "Merry Christmas."
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Can assume a properly smiley work persona at the drop of a hat. Constantly glances around the room anxiously looking for co-workers and their spies. Non-distinctive style of dress, no conspicuous tattoos.
Childe Ov Kaos
Can name seventeen industrial goth bands without pausing to think. Knows what a Prince Albert is. Personally feels that if no panicky headlines appear the day after you do a ritual, you screwed up. Painted on their jacket, engraved in their flesh and/or boldly displayed as jewelry is an emblem which resembles a combination of corporate logo and arcane symbol. If you don't know what it means, they'll think you're a dweeb.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Easy to picture as an alternative musician or bike messenger, difficult to visualize as a school teacher or research assistant, impossible to imagine as a TV news anchor or bank officer. Always wears black leather, even when sleeping.
Pagan Celebrity
At conventions, stays on the hotel floor that requires a special key for elevator access. Lurks around knots of conversation eavesdropping in order to see if their name is being mentioned. Arrives in helicopter especially for rituals. Starts every sentence with "I". If you ask them how it's going, they hand you a press release.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Always has plenty of books to autograph and will personally sell them to you at a slight discount from cover price. Never seen unaccompanied by beefy amazonian bodyguards and doe-eyed hangers-on. Seems vaguely afraid of anyone they don't already know.
Scary Devil Worshipper
Would never be caught dead skyclad. Rarely smiles, except in a snide, knowing way which insinuates you are an ignorant peasant worthy of conquest. Secretly enjoys Rush Limbaugh and read The Bell Curve with smug satisfaction. Fascinated with Nazis. Probably has never hurt a fly, but they want you to think they're capable of vast destruction.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Lots of black and red. Men like goatees, women favor heavy black eyeliner. At least one inverted pentagram somewhere on their person. If you see several of them getting tanked in a bar, it would be wise to stay far away.
Crowley-In-A-Past-Life
Every magical gathering has at least one of these, along with several variants along the lines of Gerald Gardner, Tituba, Morgan LeFey, or somebody who was Atlantean royalty. Many of them were abducted by aliens recently, and have disturbing dreams rich with arcane symbolism that they will tell you all about, in great detail.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Look for the intense gleam in the eyes, the backpack rattling with various psychiatric medications, and the garments that were clearly designed and tailored on another planet.
Ravin' Pagan
Young and psychedelic. Can dance non-stop all night. Refuses to do boring Eurocentric rituals and prefers deities from sunny climes with lots of interesting local plants. Can say "Ayahuasca" ten times real fast and deliver long quotes from Terrence McKenna.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Dresses in color combinations that hurt the eyes unless you've taken ecstasy. Bloodshot eyes, blissful smile, never goes anywhere without ritual drum.
Fairie Queen
Is he a she? Is she a he? Are they a couple, or are those two a couple or are all four of them a quadruple? If getting answers to these questions could disturb you, best stay away. If, on the other hand, these kind of questions seem overly judgmental, you might have a real good time...
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: When you look at this person, does every sex act you've ever experienced in your life seem hopelessly vanilla? If so, congratulations -- you've found a Fairie!
High Episcopagan
Do their rituals have a script, a choreographer, a stage manager, an orchestra with chorus and last at least three hours? It's a High Episcopagan! They can memorize pages and pages of Olde Englishe, have more ritual garbs than most people have socks, and consider their main pagan influences to be Gerald Gardner, Judy Garland and Busby Berkeley.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Book of Shadows exceeds five volumes. Knows every note of "Carmina Burana" Don't ask them about that 18th century seed pearl trim on their ritual hat unless you've got an hour to spare.
Fundamentapagan
If it's in a book, it must be true. If it's in an old book, it must really be true. If it's in an old book that was handed down from an oral tradition of people who couldn't read, then it must really be way true. Gnashes their teeth if anyone shows up at a circle wearing a watch, glasses, or other mechanical assistance. Believes that anyone who lives in a city, eats meat or has a regular job dare not call themselves a pagan.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Has hissy fits when somebody brings up the old "Crowley ghosted Gardner's books" argument. Goes around correcting everyone's gaelic/old norse/latin/babylonian.
Dances With Bunnyrabbits.
Uses animal symbolism to express nearly all opinions and feelings. Charter member of PETA. Thinks meat eaters should be publicly executed. Has many, many, many pets. Has a spirit animal. Personally owns 927 models, pictures, and other depictions of their spirit animal.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Not counting the pagan his/herself, how many animals can you see when looking at them? If the count surpasses five (including critters found on tattoos, jewelry, garments and undies), you've found a worshipper of beasties.
Priest/ess of Political Correctness
Analyzes everything they read or hear for sexist-racist-homophobic- imperialist-Eurocentric content without paying attention to what is actually being said. Believes in personal liberty -- everyone has the right to be overbearing, dogmatic and holier-than-thou, not just the Xtian Right. Incredibly boring yet annoyingly self-righteous all at the same time.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Beady hyper-alert little eyes are constantly in motion, waiting for someone to do or say something bad. Has loud and attention attracting hissy fits when confronted with everyday things such as advertising or corporate franchises. Rudimentary sense of humor is rarely activated.
Our Lady Of Intense Suffering
Is constantly persecuted. You're probably persecuting her right now, you just don't realize it. Became a Pagan because she decided it was that most persecuted religion of all. Can't enjoy anything because it would be selfish to have any fun when so many are suffering.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Tales of woe. Even less of a sense of humor than #17. Bristles when anyone says the words "masochist" or "whining".
I Am Not Spock (at the moment)
Knows at least three filks about Cthulhu and at least forty Star Trek jokes. Has found a clever way to create simple furniture from stacks of science fiction paperbacks. Can name ninety different kinds of spaceship.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Two fisted drinking style. Probably still lives with parents. Many cryptic buttons, badges, patches and other insignia. Too smart for their own good.
Het-Case
Insist that they aren't homophobic; they just believe that Paganism is about a goddess and a god and they do it and what could be more obvious than that? It just doesn't "work right" if you try any other way! Are secretly afraid that gays and/or lesbians are dying to jump their tender hetro bones.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Living spaces abound with depiction's of satyrs with enormous genitals and huge-breasted, doe-eyed goddesses. Long manicured nails and wreaths of flowers (on females only -- men have big, bushy beards instead.)
Norse Code
Heroic and vikingly, these pagans often get into trouble with festival organizers and park rangers due to their fondness for running around with a huge battle-ax in one hand and a full mead horn in the other. They throw the best parties, but if you're a wimp, you're expressly not invited.
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Look for the large, foreboding, biker-like persons wearing runes, with many pounds of amber dangling from their necks.
Pentacles, Inc.
Pagans have disposable income too, right? So how come they aren't buying my hand forged Venus of Willendorf necklaces -- they come in silver and gold, and each one has a genuine cubic zirconium belly button. Would you like a reading? Will that be Visa or MasterCard?
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Has business cards featuring little embossed pentagrams. You never seen so much Egyptian god/dess jewelry on a human being in your whole life.
Monster Truck Pagan
Can build own house, kill own food, school own children, and brew own hootch. Owns guns. Anointing oil is 30 weight. Scrying mirror says "objects are closer than they appear".
DISTINGUISHING SIGNS: Athame is a Gerber with a compass and waterproof secret compartment. Eats meat with visible twitches of pleasure. Ritual robes made from cammo fabric.
Sunday, December 29, 2002
Anybody mind if I have a bit of a whinge? (feel free to skip this bit)
The cubs' father works 4 - 7 nights a fortnight. When he isn't working he's online, or playing computer games, or better still out having fun social interactions.
My job (cubs) is 24/7. I don't get weekends or days off, and if I want to do something fun for myself - without having the cubs in tow - outside of school hours I have to go cap-in-hand to the cubs' father to ask if he's free to look after his children, feeling all the while as if I'm being a terrible imposition to him. More than once I've had to drop out of something I wanted to do because he was busy. Yes, if I'd really wanted to go I could've made the effort and found someone else to baby-sit, but a lot of the time, by the end of the day, I just don't have the energy to deal with it and it's easier to let things slide - again.
Is this fair?
I won't go into the disparity of housework, (cos then I'll just get cross and incoherent) or how everything that goes on in the household seems to come down to me because, hey, he works/plays nights, he's not awake during the day to sort out the bills/garden/tradesmen etc. Case in point, we're getting an internet cable connection. Yay etc, but despite this all being his idea, his pushing for it, and the damn thing being installed on his machine, I was the one who had to field the (pushy) salesperson and organise the date for installation - (subject to the cubs' father's approval of course, be a terrible thing if it clashed with something else he wanted to do) - because he had to sleep during the day.
Right, having painted the cubs' father a very dark shade, I suppose in fairness I should also say that he isn't that bad. Thoughtless certainly, impulsive, definitely (Sagittarian) but he loves the cubs, tries to spend time with them and I believe him when he says their welfare is paramount, it just would be nice sometimes not to feel like I'm in this parent thing all on my own...
The cubs' father works 4 - 7 nights a fortnight. When he isn't working he's online, or playing computer games, or better still out having fun social interactions.
My job (cubs) is 24/7. I don't get weekends or days off, and if I want to do something fun for myself - without having the cubs in tow - outside of school hours I have to go cap-in-hand to the cubs' father to ask if he's free to look after his children, feeling all the while as if I'm being a terrible imposition to him. More than once I've had to drop out of something I wanted to do because he was busy. Yes, if I'd really wanted to go I could've made the effort and found someone else to baby-sit, but a lot of the time, by the end of the day, I just don't have the energy to deal with it and it's easier to let things slide - again.
Is this fair?
I won't go into the disparity of housework, (cos then I'll just get cross and incoherent) or how everything that goes on in the household seems to come down to me because, hey, he works/plays nights, he's not awake during the day to sort out the bills/garden/tradesmen etc. Case in point, we're getting an internet cable connection. Yay etc, but despite this all being his idea, his pushing for it, and the damn thing being installed on his machine, I was the one who had to field the (pushy) salesperson and organise the date for installation - (subject to the cubs' father's approval of course, be a terrible thing if it clashed with something else he wanted to do) - because he had to sleep during the day.
Right, having painted the cubs' father a very dark shade, I suppose in fairness I should also say that he isn't that bad. Thoughtless certainly, impulsive, definitely (Sagittarian) but he loves the cubs, tries to spend time with them and I believe him when he says their welfare is paramount, it just would be nice sometimes not to feel like I'm in this parent thing all on my own...
Re: //Inadequate...
Fuck, Manawolf's pic is SO excellent, why do I even bother?// (see two entries down....)
This from someone who's captured my characters' relationships so perfectly? Inspired a whole R'ren'nkh'ian mythology? Who understands all her subjects so deeply, whose pictures breathe love? [shakes head] That's just daft....
Everyone has a different style, Onna - even the ningen (who, let's face it, really can't draw, not that she's ever let that stop her trying or [shudder] posting the results...!) Manawolf's artwork is beautiful. So is yours, in a different way. I don't see why that should stop you aiming for your own personal artistic perfection. All creators strive for that - in the full knowledge we'll never achieve it, but oh! the joy/frustration/anguish/triumph of the attempt!
We would appreciate it if you reminded yourself, every now and again, in the words of Desiderata [I really hate using cliches, but this piece really does have it all....]
Unless, of course, you really want a horde of hybrids sitting glaring daggers at you (I'm not even going to mention the ki-blasts that could easily melt your pens and pencils, amongst other things... Heh, might be best not to mess with the sibs....)
Fuck, Manawolf's pic is SO excellent, why do I even bother?// (see two entries down....)
This from someone who's captured my characters' relationships so perfectly? Inspired a whole R'ren'nkh'ian mythology? Who understands all her subjects so deeply, whose pictures breathe love? [shakes head] That's just daft....
Everyone has a different style, Onna - even the ningen (who, let's face it, really can't draw, not that she's ever let that stop her trying or [shudder] posting the results...!) Manawolf's artwork is beautiful. So is yours, in a different way. I don't see why that should stop you aiming for your own personal artistic perfection. All creators strive for that - in the full knowledge we'll never achieve it, but oh! the joy/frustration/anguish/triumph of the attempt!
We would appreciate it if you reminded yourself, every now and again, in the words of Desiderata [I really hate using cliches, but this piece really does have it all....]
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain, or bitter,
For always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Unless, of course, you really want a horde of hybrids sitting glaring daggers at you (I'm not even going to mention the ki-blasts that could easily melt your pens and pencils, amongst other things... Heh, might be best not to mess with the sibs....)
Heh, emode's What's your romantic fantasy?
Breakfast in Bed
There are few things better than waking up to the smell of hot coffee and sizzling bacon, or fresh fruit and granola, especially when it's right under your nose. What is it about the combination of breakfast and bed? It can be more intimate than a candlelit dinner, yet as comfortable as an old pair of slippers. And this is only the start of your Breakfast in Bed romantic fantasy.
Yours is a dream inhabited by your trusty sweetheart and reliable soul mate, not by mysterious men from exotic places. Whether it's a cozy night next to a roaring fire, or an evening eating pizza straight from the box while wrapped up in a blanket on the floor, you love the fact that your fantasy doesn't need to venture far from reality.
That doesn't mean you don't like a good surprise every now and then. Flowers on your pillow or tickets to the hot new show are enough to provide a year's worth of future daydreams.
Awwww.....!! ^~^
Breakfast in Bed
There are few things better than waking up to the smell of hot coffee and sizzling bacon, or fresh fruit and granola, especially when it's right under your nose. What is it about the combination of breakfast and bed? It can be more intimate than a candlelit dinner, yet as comfortable as an old pair of slippers. And this is only the start of your Breakfast in Bed romantic fantasy.
Yours is a dream inhabited by your trusty sweetheart and reliable soul mate, not by mysterious men from exotic places. Whether it's a cozy night next to a roaring fire, or an evening eating pizza straight from the box while wrapped up in a blanket on the floor, you love the fact that your fantasy doesn't need to venture far from reality.
That doesn't mean you don't like a good surprise every now and then. Flowers on your pillow or tickets to the hot new show are enough to provide a year's worth of future daydreams.
Awwww.....!! ^~^
Onna wrote:
//Inadequate...
Fuck, Manawolf's pic is SO excellent, why do I even bother?//
... to which Talon replied:
Baka baka baka onna....just exactly what do you think your pics are?????? *thwackthwackthwack* I don't know how I can convince you....*thwackthwackthwack* but your pics are simply the BEST!!! *thwackthwackthwack*
C'mon onna...you have vastly different styles. *snugs danglemate* I love and love ALL your stuff...(ok, esp the Sage pics) You are NOT inadequate!!!
.. to which I reply:
Yeah, what she said!
Especially about the different styles. So there.
//Inadequate...
Fuck, Manawolf's pic is SO excellent, why do I even bother?//
... to which Talon replied:
Baka baka baka onna....just exactly what do you think your pics are?????? *thwackthwackthwack* I don't know how I can convince you....*thwackthwackthwack* but your pics are simply the BEST!!! *thwackthwackthwack*
C'mon onna...you have vastly different styles. *snugs danglemate* I love and love ALL your stuff...(ok, esp the Sage pics) You are NOT inadequate!!!
.. to which I reply:
Yeah, what she said!
Especially about the different styles. So there.
I've just been reading some reviews of Treasure Planet and one reviewer casually mentioned the movie is 'Unlike other Disney cartoon flicks, which are packed with songs and dancing scenes'.
Wait a minute all of the Disney movies I've seen recently, and enjoyed, weren't musicals, whereas the ones (recent and past) I especially loathed as being too sugary saccharin, were musicals. Which is odd, really, given how much I like live-action musical movies...
Wait a minute all of the Disney movies I've seen recently, and enjoyed, weren't musicals, whereas the ones (recent and past) I especially loathed as being too sugary saccharin, were musicals. Which is odd, really, given how much I like live-action musical movies...
OK, so I was feeling 'up' when I took this quiz, but, man who needs chemicals to feel this happy? *grin*
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Grover on Ecstasy You're funny, you're loveable, you're entertaining, you like to call yourself "Super Grover!"--You're obviously on ecstasy. But that's why we love you. Be careful, ok?
I was going to shift my bedroom furniture around today, but the cubs and I got invited out to see a movie. Well, sort of. Penny, one of the mums from school, had been invited by her friend to see the new LoTR movie, problem was she didn't think it was the sort of movie her 6y.o daughter would enjoy, so she rang me and asked if I minded taking my cubs and her daughter to see something else at the same time. Course not! The kids were all agreeable, so it was arranged (and Penny had 3 free children's tickets so I only had to pay for myself).
We saw Treasure Planet.
I do like the way the Holy Rodent Empire is using non nuclear family structures nowadays, for some reason it makes me feel more connected to the stories, more forgiving of other nonsense. I have no idea why - maybe it took me longer to get over the butchering that was done to Hercules than I care to admit. (Zeus and Hera were NOT a loving couple. Hera was NOT Hercules mother. The Norns were NOT evil. Grrrr... No, I'm fine now, really.)
Where was I?
Oh yes.
I enjoyed Treasure Planet; again I thought Disney had presented a very believable world-frame (ships that 'sail' the ether between planets? Count me in!) and well-drawn, rounded characters with excellent voice-actors. Could've done without the robot though, could see no reason for it's being there - other than maybe the 'cute, furry mascot' but that role was more than adequately filled by Morph, John Silver's pet, who was just gorgeous. And speaking of gorgeous, Captain Amelia was my favourite character, she was so beautifully feline from the way we first see her bounding around the rigging of her ship like a cat with the wind up it's arse, to her wonderfully expressive ears and eyes (her pupils were inconstant motion, fascinating), and the way she'd go from frenzied activity to dignified poise without batting an eyelid. Oh yes, and the long frock coat and mid-thigh length, black stiletto boots didn't hurt either...
While I liked Treasure Planet, I didn't enjoy it as much as Lilo & Stitch, or Atlantis. It lacked the humour of Lilo & Stitch, and the character interaction of Atlantis, but talk about seeing yaoi everywhere...! Sheesh, the veiled references to 'cabin boys' had the children asking me what I was laughing about!
Eh, but if the cubs wanted to see it again, I wouldn't say no...
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Grover on Ecstasy You're funny, you're loveable, you're entertaining, you like to call yourself "Super Grover!"--You're obviously on ecstasy. But that's why we love you. Be careful, ok?
I was going to shift my bedroom furniture around today, but the cubs and I got invited out to see a movie. Well, sort of. Penny, one of the mums from school, had been invited by her friend to see the new LoTR movie, problem was she didn't think it was the sort of movie her 6y.o daughter would enjoy, so she rang me and asked if I minded taking my cubs and her daughter to see something else at the same time. Course not! The kids were all agreeable, so it was arranged (and Penny had 3 free children's tickets so I only had to pay for myself).
We saw Treasure Planet.
I do like the way the Holy Rodent Empire is using non nuclear family structures nowadays, for some reason it makes me feel more connected to the stories, more forgiving of other nonsense. I have no idea why - maybe it took me longer to get over the butchering that was done to Hercules than I care to admit. (Zeus and Hera were NOT a loving couple. Hera was NOT Hercules mother. The Norns were NOT evil. Grrrr... No, I'm fine now, really.)
Where was I?
Oh yes.
I enjoyed Treasure Planet; again I thought Disney had presented a very believable world-frame (ships that 'sail' the ether between planets? Count me in!) and well-drawn, rounded characters with excellent voice-actors. Could've done without the robot though, could see no reason for it's being there - other than maybe the 'cute, furry mascot' but that role was more than adequately filled by Morph, John Silver's pet, who was just gorgeous. And speaking of gorgeous, Captain Amelia was my favourite character, she was so beautifully feline from the way we first see her bounding around the rigging of her ship like a cat with the wind up it's arse, to her wonderfully expressive ears and eyes (her pupils were inconstant motion, fascinating), and the way she'd go from frenzied activity to dignified poise without batting an eyelid. Oh yes, and the long frock coat and mid-thigh length, black stiletto boots didn't hurt either...
While I liked Treasure Planet, I didn't enjoy it as much as Lilo & Stitch, or Atlantis. It lacked the humour of Lilo & Stitch, and the character interaction of Atlantis, but talk about seeing yaoi everywhere...! Sheesh, the veiled references to 'cabin boys' had the children asking me what I was laughing about!
Eh, but if the cubs wanted to see it again, I wouldn't say no...
Saturday, December 28, 2002
*pout* Kids get all the cool stuff...
While looking for clothes for the cubs today my gaze alighted on two children sized Zoids t-shirts with really nummy pics of two of the charas. No idea who they were, but... phwooooaar! *fanning self* Dammit, if I had a disposable income I'd have bought them to hang on my wall. Really must get round to actually catching more than the odd 5 minutes of the series...
Found out today that mated pairs of giant Brazillian otters snuggle together when they sleep.... Awww...!
RomanticOkapi said ' bet they turn their heads away from each others faces though to avoid fishbreath'. *rolls eyes*
While looking for clothes for the cubs today my gaze alighted on two children sized Zoids t-shirts with really nummy pics of two of the charas. No idea who they were, but... phwooooaar! *fanning self* Dammit, if I had a disposable income I'd have bought them to hang on my wall. Really must get round to actually catching more than the odd 5 minutes of the series...
Found out today that mated pairs of giant Brazillian otters snuggle together when they sleep.... Awww...!
RomanticOkapi said ' bet they turn their heads away from each others faces though to avoid fishbreath'. *rolls eyes*
Hee hee hee, the people over at GlamourLust gave their readers a gift of a wallpaper, which is basically a reworking of my favourite Yu Yu Hakusho 'boy band' pic! Cool!
Friday, December 27, 2002
I dunno, Talon, I think you'd better take another What Gundam Pilot are You? quiz, just to be sure. : )
How much of a Yaoi fangirl are you?
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The idea today was to take the cubs to our local shopping suburb to pay a bill and get them trousers and sandals.
Got the sandals, and some shorts for them, and some t-shirts, and discounted Bob the Builder xmas stockings, and bouncy balls on rubber strings and sticky buns. For myself I got some discounted xmas decos - couldn't resist the tacky, shiny plastic pine-cones - and some aboriginal art, now discounted, that I'd been eyeing off for a while. I love the post-xmas sales.
Oh, and I remembered to pay the bill too, and get some food shopping done. Yay me.
Aaron came round late last night with his brand new copy of the extended (like that movie really needed an extra 30 minutes) LoTR dvd. Managed to stay awake for the first half - and found the added bits were relevant in terms of background information and character developement - but slept through most of the second half, missing, alas *hand to forehead* Galadriel's bit again. (I had to go to the loo during that part when I saw the movie at the cinema. Not saying that the sight of an insane poncy elf made me need to go to the toilet, just by that point, given the length of the movie, I had to go or wet myself. : )
Alarice and Pete popped round for a little while last night, too, which was brill cos we get to see them maybe once a year. They gave me a gorgeous 'UpstairsDownstairs Bears' calendar! That'll look lovely next to my 'Sports Illustrated' calendar...
... and Soulsis is getting herself a blog right now!
How much of a Yaoi fangirl are you?
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The idea today was to take the cubs to our local shopping suburb to pay a bill and get them trousers and sandals.
Got the sandals, and some shorts for them, and some t-shirts, and discounted Bob the Builder xmas stockings, and bouncy balls on rubber strings and sticky buns. For myself I got some discounted xmas decos - couldn't resist the tacky, shiny plastic pine-cones - and some aboriginal art, now discounted, that I'd been eyeing off for a while. I love the post-xmas sales.
Oh, and I remembered to pay the bill too, and get some food shopping done. Yay me.
Aaron came round late last night with his brand new copy of the extended (like that movie really needed an extra 30 minutes) LoTR dvd. Managed to stay awake for the first half - and found the added bits were relevant in terms of background information and character developement - but slept through most of the second half, missing, alas *hand to forehead* Galadriel's bit again. (I had to go to the loo during that part when I saw the movie at the cinema. Not saying that the sight of an insane poncy elf made me need to go to the toilet, just by that point, given the length of the movie, I had to go or wet myself. : )
Alarice and Pete popped round for a little while last night, too, which was brill cos we get to see them maybe once a year. They gave me a gorgeous 'UpstairsDownstairs Bears' calendar! That'll look lovely next to my 'Sports Illustrated' calendar...
... and Soulsis is getting herself a blog right now!
Thursday, December 26, 2002
[*blush*... meep!...]
Took the cubs ages to go to sleep last night cos of course they had their new torches to play with. *sigh*
As arranged, Mum picked the cubs and I up this morning and drove us to my brother's place. It was a good day, really, and yes I'm as surprised as I sound. As well as us, there was an old, old friend of the family, who's currently staying with Mum, my niece and two nephews (Soulsis's bratlings, she and my brother seperated years ago but she got the kids and me in custody ^~^ ) , and the mother of my brother's new partner - plus a mountain of food that despite a brave effort by all present, wasn't reduced to a manageable level. : )
My brother and his partner live in a lovely little cottage on a rose farm. Tiny wee place but very welcoming and restive, and small enough that we could legitimately ask the brats to stay outside cos there wasn't room for us all inside : ) Fortunately they were happy to do that - and it didn't rain.
After lunch came the presents. The cubs got buckets'o'meccano each, which they were thrilled with, and big boxes of textas.
My brother gave me a framed copy of one of his mandalas that I particularly liked, and an asian dragon figurine, and Mum made me a cushion cover from a Hawaiin flamingo print! *grin* Goes very well with my hot pink velour/tassled cushion...
Could've stayed for longer than we did, but the cubs were more than ready to go home around 5pm so Mum dropped us off at the nearest train station. (Tch, I would've been quite happy to take Mum up on her offer to drive us home but the cubs insisted on going by train...)
But we got home safe and sound and now that the cubs are in bed I'm contemplating the ice-cream container full of left-over salad for dinner...
I suppose, now that Xmas proper is over, the actual school holidays begin. I need to consult The List and make plans about what to do with the cubs to keep them, and me, amused...
Took the cubs ages to go to sleep last night cos of course they had their new torches to play with. *sigh*
As arranged, Mum picked the cubs and I up this morning and drove us to my brother's place. It was a good day, really, and yes I'm as surprised as I sound. As well as us, there was an old, old friend of the family, who's currently staying with Mum, my niece and two nephews (Soulsis's bratlings, she and my brother seperated years ago but she got the kids and me in custody ^~^ ) , and the mother of my brother's new partner - plus a mountain of food that despite a brave effort by all present, wasn't reduced to a manageable level. : )
My brother and his partner live in a lovely little cottage on a rose farm. Tiny wee place but very welcoming and restive, and small enough that we could legitimately ask the brats to stay outside cos there wasn't room for us all inside : ) Fortunately they were happy to do that - and it didn't rain.
After lunch came the presents. The cubs got buckets'o'meccano each, which they were thrilled with, and big boxes of textas.
My brother gave me a framed copy of one of his mandalas that I particularly liked, and an asian dragon figurine, and Mum made me a cushion cover from a Hawaiin flamingo print! *grin* Goes very well with my hot pink velour/tassled cushion...
Could've stayed for longer than we did, but the cubs were more than ready to go home around 5pm so Mum dropped us off at the nearest train station. (Tch, I would've been quite happy to take Mum up on her offer to drive us home but the cubs insisted on going by train...)
But we got home safe and sound and now that the cubs are in bed I'm contemplating the ice-cream container full of left-over salad for dinner...
I suppose, now that Xmas proper is over, the actual school holidays begin. I need to consult The List and make plans about what to do with the cubs to keep them, and me, amused...
(Tch, just re-reading that last post and it looked as if the cubs' father was nowhere to be found.
Not true at all. He was around for an hour or so this morning for the present exchange, then he had to go to sleep (he worked last night), then he was around for another couple of hours for dinner, then he went out... Just like any other day, really. )
Not true at all. He was around for an hour or so this morning for the present exchange, then he had to go to sleep (he worked last night), then he was around for another couple of hours for dinner, then he went out... Just like any other day, really. )
[*clamps mouth firmly shut on any inadvisable comments about hybrids and tutus...* Arrum just looked at me blankly when I mentioned putting my otters into tutus, then she wandered away shaking her head at the idiocy. Feh, otterkin, what do they know about playing dress-ups! : ) ]
The nestling didn't survive, sadly but on a more positive note the cubs said this was 'the best xmas ever!'
Nice to know I can do something right occasionally.
Lovely quiet day today, just me and the cubs. I napped, they played, we watched some telly together.
Tomorrow Mum's taking the cubs and I up to my brother's for a barbeque. We were going to do it today, but he has the kids for Boxing day this year and Mum suggested it might be better to leave doing the family thing (such as it is) til then. Fair enough, gives me time to wrap presents and make a salad.
Tired now, time for bed I think. The cubs are all tucked up with their new teletubbies and bionicles and torches, oh my. : )
The nestling didn't survive, sadly but on a more positive note the cubs said this was 'the best xmas ever!'
Nice to know I can do something right occasionally.
Lovely quiet day today, just me and the cubs. I napped, they played, we watched some telly together.
Tomorrow Mum's taking the cubs and I up to my brother's for a barbeque. We were going to do it today, but he has the kids for Boxing day this year and Mum suggested it might be better to leave doing the family thing (such as it is) til then. Fair enough, gives me time to wrap presents and make a salad.
Tired now, time for bed I think. The cubs are all tucked up with their new teletubbies and bionicles and torches, oh my. : )
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
[*smirk*] 3.35 am... The ningen was supposed to go to bed about 3 hours ago - ye gods even Ken noticed she was stressed and growled at her to try and take things easy... - but she likes the peace and quiet of this time of night...
She says she's skimmed through the whole dictionary and has found that there are an astonishing number of words for birds, trees, lizards (useful, that) non-edible plants, and fish, but not an awful lot for native edible veg and fruit. (I think she's come to the conclusion that native Australians are carnivores - which is fine by her....) She's also noted that there are two words for penis (carloo, menane) and four words for breast (ipi, mundi, namma, ngumpura) but nothing in the book for other reproductive organs... Thorough, you see. Not obsessive, oh dearie me no...
.... You dress your otters in tutus.... uhuh.... OK.... Have you mentioned this to Arrum? [quiet growl] .... just as long as you never try to get me into one....
Feed the nestling warm minced meat (anything will do), tiny, tiny portions, dropping them into its beak with a pair of tweezers if you have them. Unles you feel inclined to mince up worms or insects, this is the best thing for it. It's rare for birds that young to survive out of the nest, but at least you'd be doing your best. Then if it's going to die it will die warm, full, comfortable and cherished, which is about the most any living thing could hope for.
[nuzzle] Sweet and stress-free season to you, tenshi...
She says she's skimmed through the whole dictionary and has found that there are an astonishing number of words for birds, trees, lizards (useful, that) non-edible plants, and fish, but not an awful lot for native edible veg and fruit. (I think she's come to the conclusion that native Australians are carnivores - which is fine by her....) She's also noted that there are two words for penis (carloo, menane) and four words for breast (ipi, mundi, namma, ngumpura) but nothing in the book for other reproductive organs... Thorough, you see. Not obsessive, oh dearie me no...
.... You dress your otters in tutus.... uhuh.... OK.... Have you mentioned this to Arrum? [quiet growl] .... just as long as you never try to get me into one....
Feed the nestling warm minced meat (anything will do), tiny, tiny portions, dropping them into its beak with a pair of tweezers if you have them. Unles you feel inclined to mince up worms or insects, this is the best thing for it. It's rare for birds that young to survive out of the nest, but at least you'd be doing your best. Then if it's going to die it will die warm, full, comfortable and cherished, which is about the most any living thing could hope for.
[nuzzle] Sweet and stress-free season to you, tenshi...