tinhuvielartanis: (Spork)
In the late 80s, I saw the movie Jumpin Jack Flash. I was so impressed with the character of Terri Dolittle, I decided right then and there that, if I ever found myself in a dead end bank job, I would decorate my desk to the point of the absurd, just to express my personality and piss off my boss (if my boss was a prick). Well, lucky me! I ended up in that dead end job in 1997 only it wasn't a bank, it was the music industry, and my boss was a complete and utter prick from hell. The Feudal Mistress was a sparse decorator because she had no bloody imagination. So I set to decorating. My cube was right outside her office so it was like having the bastard child of Salvador Dali and Fred Sanford sitting on her doorstep at all times. I'm sure she would have fired me if she could have, but I was the best special orders rep she had, handling all the large and difficult accounts. If I left, that would have meant she would have actually had to do some work, a lot of which she didn't didn't know how to do. It took years to collect everything I ended up having, yet only a few days to dismantle the mess. And I just found the pictures I took prior to moving out in 2005. So here 'tis, my homage to Whoopi Goldberg's madness in Jumpin' Jack Flash.

The Cube Tour )

So there you have it. My home away from home for long enough to drive me completely mad. It's been four years since we were all laid off and the only thing I miss about the place were some of the phenomenal people I met along the way and the chance to terrorise the Feudal Mistress on a daily basis. She needed to have a chopstick inserted into her eye. Instead, I gave her a figurative chopstick with my ridiculous decor.
tinhuvielartanis: (Dubya)
For folks who came to this journal after August 2005, the Pit refers to my previous place of employment, what was once called BMG Entertainment, but later became Sony BMG. My Friend Todd still works for them. That's actually how we met, working at what was then known as the RCA Music Service way back in 1987.

Anyway, he forwarded this Billboard news article to me. I called him as soon as I got the email to see where this leaves him. He doesn't know because the weasels who run the company aren't talking. They're pretty much doing what they did back in 2004, keeping their lips closed for as long as they can in order to maintain control of what few employees they have left up until the very end when these wage slaves are no longer needed.

Apparently, the club portion of the industry (buy fortyleven CDs for a penny and give your souls to us, that club, dig?) has already been sold. This means that the folks in the last remaining Duncan warehouse are all out of a job pretty much. At least that's how it seems to be going down. I hope I'm mistaken about this, but I don't think so. Of course, no one in the halls of power will lose their jobs, just the "little people" who actually need their jobs and the insurance that comes along with them.


I spent yesterday in the emergency room holding my head in my lap after it fell off and rolled away. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake came to the house, picked up my head, and drove me to the ER. I loves me some [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake. The first thing they did when they got me to the triage room was ask about insurance. Now, they can't refuse treatment to people who have no insurance, but they sure as hell harass you after the fact.

The doctor came in and shown light in my eyes. After I grabbed him by the collar and shook him to and fro for doing such a horrible thing to a person with a migraine, he ordered me up a migraine injection comprised of a cocktail of nubain and phenergin. The nurse came in shortly afterward, injected a half gallon of liquid into my hiney, reattached my head, and sent me home to die.

I told a lady at work today that, when the hospital sends me the bill, I'm forwarding it to Dubya. The bastich can afford to pay it much more easily than I, who can't pay it at all at the mo. His policies and evil deeds are the reason why I can't afford a visit to the ER and probably why my migraines have increased in severity and frequency anyway. Bastich.... We hates him, Precious. Hates. Him.
tinhuvielartanis: (Mr. Tiscic)
I don't think I've been in this foul a mood since..... since..... since before I left The Pit! I've been having to chew on my tongue to keep from biting Aunt Tudi's head clean off. Everything just irritates the holy crap out of me and I find myself scanning the skies for a merciful nyoo-keee-lurr missile.

The only thing I saw were contrails. Contrails contrails contrails every-damned-where! Before 9-11, you'd see the occasional contrail and go "meh....contrail." Now, they often outnumber the clouds. They're all over the place. There's not a place in the sky that you can't not see a contrail. I hate them. They're ugly, unnatural, and they scream "police state" to me. Damned contrails....
tinhuvielartanis: (Pit Potentate)
For the past 11 years in The Pit, we all got an ornament each year representing one of the days of the Twelve Days of Krimmus. This year would have been the end of the collection with the 12th Day of Krimmus being featured. Even though I'm no longer indentured in The Pit, I wanted to complete the collection mainly for Aunt Tudi, who has been collecting these plate ornaments for....well, for 11 years! Having contacts in The Pit, I reached out to them earlier to see if they could snag an extra ornament for me. Mary wrote me back to tell me that the Feudal Overlord decided not to continue the series this year.

What sort of malicious soul does such a thing? Did he even consider the obsessive-compulsives who may want to jump off a bridge because they now have an incomplete collection? I swear, this makes me want to go over to The Pit and jerk that man up by his goozle, and shake him about for a while.

Frakking corporate assholes....
tinhuvielartanis: (Pit Potentate)
After having paid the bills in all haste, I had some leftover time and decided to waste it going over to The Pit to visit with my homies and gloat about the fact that I'm deliriously happy with unemployment and no longer having the boot heel of the Feudal Mistress in the small of my back. I spent about thirty minutes with the people who count and had a really great visit. I plan on going back soon.

Everyone seems as miserable as ever and they've actually hired a couple of people back because the Feudal Overlords realised that they couldn't run the place on a wing, a prayer, and three temps. Why anyone would go back is beyond me, but everyone's situation is different, so I'm not judging or hating. I wish them all very best of luck if they remain in said Hellhole.

Am now waiting on Aunt Tudi to finish getting ready, then it's off to the doctor! I may take the laptop with me since the battery is charged up, and write some on The Chalice while I wait on Aunt Tudi at Dr. Boscia's. Then we're off to Dr. Patch's with the ingredients of Sleepytime Tea in tow. Gloria is going to ask doc what herb is it in the tea that is the equivalent of crack for cats, and if it's safe. If it's safe, I'm going to ply Shmoop with an abundance of the brew. She could use a downer.

No sign of "Cormorant" yet. And I weep.
tinhuvielartanis: (Dark Eyes)
NSUCK is coming out with a greatest hits album (0.o bzuh?) and I don't have to peddle their swill this time!!

::collapses in a fit of pure joy::

Oh...and PS: B is going to eat [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. I have seen it books somewhere. Another sign of the Alpaca Lips.
tinhuvielartanis: (Pensive)
I've been in a foul mood all day. It's PMS, I know that, but knowing this doesn't stop my ill humour. Aunt Tudi and I went to see Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. It wasn't that good. Some cute parts, thanks to Eddie Griffin, but meh..

And we've been snipping at each other all day. This is 99% my fault because I'm lacking in patience and generosity today. So yeah..not good.

Then, I reach out to [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick to get the rest of those labels to him. Our connection wasn't good, but I did make out that he had to go to a funeral home this evening. When I met him over at The Pit a few minutes ago, he told me that Roger Godfrey had died over the weekend, apparently of liver cancer. I didn't even know he was sick. I mean, I knew he wasn't in the best of health, as he'd never been so for the duration I'd known him, but I had no clue he was terminal... What's so bad is, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him before I left The Pit. I never could find him out in the warehouse on my last day. Roger has been on my mind all day long today, to the point of my wondering if the Feudal Overlords would let me go out to the warehouse just to say goodbye. And then, this evening, to find out that he's dead. Damn. Just damn.

I'm supposed to go see Llew in about thirty minutes. Given my current state of mind, I'd much rather just stay at home and try to sleep away all the woe.
tinhuvielartanis: (Chaos)
Today has so far been my most productive day since the onset of my gainful unemployment. I got up at 7 AM, threw my hair in a hat, got dressed, collected Aunt Tudi and Shmoop and arrived at the vet's office by 7:35. We dropped off Shmoop for her spaying appointment and headed for Wally World. Wally World in the early morning is even more pleasant than the late morning! We were in and out by 9:30 and home by 10 AM.

By 10:30, I was outside mowing the grass for the first time in about 3 weeks (it didn't look horrible, but it was pretty bad I'm ashamed to say). I didn't use the lawn tractor; instead, I used the push mower because it has mulching action. By 11:15, I'd finished up and was jumping in the shower.

A swift clean up and some makeup by 11:40, and Aunt Tudi and I were heading back out the door to meet up with my ex-fellow serfs for Judy's birthday/farewell dinner. I followed some folks over to Charlie's Barbecue off highway 14 and we all partied down for about an hour. The Feudal Mistress was at the other end of the table from me, so I was unable to vent any wrath down upon her. Other than that, it was really good to hobnob with my homies. Everyone was keen to hear how I was handling being unemployed. I told them how wonderful I felt, that I felt 10 years younger and the hump on my back had mysteriously disappeared!

Right now, I'm home, but it's merely a pit stop. We're about to head back out to Sparkle City to the One Stop place where I'll file for school benefits. After that, I'm heading back home to work on the Shriekback and Barry Andrews websites. By then, I'll be ready to vegetate a little more. Whoooo!
tinhuvielartanis: (Hickey Monster)
That first bit is from Eddie Izzard's "Dress to Kill" show, when he was making fun of John F. Kennedy saying "Ich bin ein Berliner." The cuckoo clock bit comes from my favourite Orson Welles line:

"In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."

I knew it would happen, but I didn't realise it would happen so quickly. I've overdosed on happiness and respite. Since my departure from The Pit and my separation from my arch-enemy The Feudal Mistress, I feel that I have swiftly lost my edge. I've become a doughy lump on the couch, spending way too much time actually enjoying Lifetime Television. Aunt Tudi has been passing by on occasion and checking for a pulse. There have actually been some days that not one expletive would come out of my mouth ~ not one!

I feel de-Sithed. It's like I had Maul's balls until my release from The Pit, whereupon I was swiftly castrated. Woe is I!

Before I ever left The Pit, I had expressed dismay at no longer having strife and turmoil in my life, no longer having a nemesis with whom to spar. Now that this has come to pass, I feel out of sorts. No more am I Italy, producing Da Vincis of dread. Lo! I am now Switzerland, popping out cuckoo clocks of contentment! What the hell am I gonna do now?

I'm beginning to hope that school won't be what it always was before, a walk in the park. I'm hoping that I hate my teachers and I struggle with the work. At least, then, I'll have something to bitch about and will once more feel whole.

My problem is that, even though I'm displeased with being happy, I'm too happy to ruin my current state of bliss. I am a bad Sith. Bad, bad Sith!

There are no words for how much I'm looking forward to lunch tomorrow. Judy's farewell/birthday dinner is tomorrow and Aunt Tudi and I will be in attendance. I'm planning on looking fabulous, bright-eyed and rejuvenated for the dinner just to show everyone how much good getting away from The Pit has done me. But I'm also planning on pouring my derision all over the Feudal Mistress with extreme prejudice. It's long overdue and I need to prove to myself that I haven't lost my Sithly mojo.
tinhuvielartanis: (Maul Huh?)
I have been a total slacker these past few days. But I did get some things done. I updated my resume on Monster and sent it out to a few folks. The job market in this area sucks like a gigantic Hoover in a Japanese monster movie, which is actually working in my favour because I want to go to school instead being a corporate slave.

There is a knot of muscle the size of a large goose egg on the left side of my lower back. I'm going to see Lisa at the doc's office tomorrow morning about it. This knot is the main reason I wasn't online yesterday. I chose to lie about and moan instead of being social on The Intarweb.

After being poked at repeatedly with a large stick by Aunt Tudi, I finally gave in and went out into public today. Waiting for me at the big PO was the LOST DVD. Lo! I am excited! We also paid the utility bills and went to Wal-Mart. The shoppers at Wal-Mart during the day are a lot more pleasant than the shoppers I've always encountered in the evenings and on weekends. They're nice and don't insist on getting in my way. Of course, most of them are elderly. I can deal with the elderly 99% of the time. That 1% wherein they earn my eternal wrath is when they're driving down the road at 5 miles an hour and weaving to where I can't get around their wrinkled arses. But I like them at 1 PM in Wal-Mart.

I am supposed to go to a job-finding orientation thingie on 21 September. My unemployment insurance may be in danger if I don't attend. Well, whoopee-fucking-doo! I guess I'll be at the SC employment commission first thing that Wednesday morning.

What else is going on?

Oh! I have to renew my drivers license tomorrow. It expires on Saturday. Almost forgot about that.... So I'll be putting on make-up tomorrow morning before I head to the DMV. At least I won't have to worry about it for 5 more years after tomorrow. Lessee....I'll have to get another license in 2010....and that'll be my last one since everything is going to go kaput in 2012. Not too shabby.

I turned on my old printer so I could pull out the ink cartridges and see what kind I needed. Was planning on getting more ink for the printer as I need to print out stuff, like evidence I've applied for jobs online, and I have no way of doing it. When I turned on the printer, though, it made a sound like kkkkkkkkkkkbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffffftt and the trouble light started blinking madly. Well, shit on a stick! I think that means that the printer is no more. When I get my big honkin' severance check next week, I'll be getting a new cheap printer. I found one for 40 bucks at Wally World. That's what I'm going for.

Aunt Tudi gave me my birthday gifties early. She can't hold on to things to save her life, bless her! She bestowed upon me a wrist watch, which I really needed, and a handheld Tetris game. I have a weakness for Tetris, yea and verily. Also, she gave me a stack of 45s complete with picture sleeves! I'm blessed, I tell you, blessed!

Last, but not least, I got a call from Judy yesterday. Her last day is definitely 16 September and it seems as though she's the last in the old SOS department. The Feudal Mistress has been transferred to another warehouse to help with the Returns operations on a temporary basis. I hope it's temporary. If she gets to stay after all the rest of us were escorted out of The Pit, I will be so pissed off, I'm going to turn into Ren Hoek preparing to beat Kowalski with a wood spoon. But Judy assured me that the FM will indeed be talking the Long Walk eventually. My Pit spies will have to keep me posted on this in the future.... In more pleasant news, I'm on the calendar to join my former fellow Serfs next Friday for Judy's farewell dinner. Aunt Tudi will most likely accompany me.

Orright, I'm thinking that's all I have to offer. My life is so boring now. I love it!

Oh, here's a pic that's too adorable not to post.

meow )

The end.
tinhuvielartanis: (Pit Potentate)
I took more pics on Friday. This is the last of 'em folks! No more pictures from The Pit. From now on, all I'll have are photies of flora, fauna, and the occasional ominous cloud.

click for photage )

Snorfle

Aug. 28th, 2005 11:49 am
tinhuvielartanis: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
I'm celebrating my recent release from The Pit with a fantabulous sinus infection. My head feels like a gigantic balloon, stretched well beyond capacity. Muh. The grass still hasn't been mown ~ maybe this afternoon if I'm feeling better. I haven't been online since early Friday afternoon. Right before my exit interview, our server went down again, so I had no access. The Feudal Mistress was eager to see me go, so I left early Friday, shortly after 4 PM. Tomorrow or Tuesday, I have to go back and sign off on the rest of the paperwork. Then I wait approximately 2 weeks for my severance. This will prevent my going anywhere or doing anything until I have that money. Damn...another DragonCon missed.

I'm tempted to poke myself in the face with a safety pin, just to deflate a little. It may hurt, but it'd be worth it.
tinhuvielartanis: (Pit Potentate)
Well, lunch was a success. About 740 people showed up. Well, not that many, but it was quite a crowd! [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 commented that this was the largest group he'd ever seen for a farewell luncheon. I explained to him that there was a crowd because I'd been in The Pit for so long and a number of folks were attending just to see if it were true that I was actually leaving this time 'round. Seriously, I've survived so many cuts and downsizes in the past, it's really pretty much unbelievable that I'm checking out.

[livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 brought to me a Darth Vader gum ball machine, bless him. I swear, he's the most gift-givenest person I've ever met. I know he loves me, even if he refuses to admit it in public. I love him too. I think it's time for beer now.

I still haven't gotten my exit interview yet. Even though it was supposed to be this morning, Jan rescheduled it for 3:30 this afternoon. Dang! I was hoping to have it done and over with by now. Ah well, such are the wheels, cogs, and gears of business. I'm glad I'm getting out of it.

::looks around cube::
The only things I haven't packed up are my radio and my water cup. Everything else is either gone or packed and ready to go. The end of an era, yea and verily!
tinhuvielartanis: (Eh wot?)
Today is Tin's last day working in the building next door. I came in EARLY so that I could take an extended lunch and have it with everyone to say good bye. She oughtta appreciate that, because I already have to stay late all the time, coming in early is something not hardly on my schedule...except for her.

Now that I think of it I'd like to see the Fuedal Mistress rise at the end of the luncheon and reach out and have the following discussion:

FM "You are beaten, don't make me destroy you as I did the Goblin. Join me and let me complete your training".

Tin: "I'll never join you".

FM "If you only knew the power...the Goblin never told you about your mother did he?"

Tin: "He told me enough..."

FM "NO Tin, I AM YOUR MOTHER"

Tin: "NOOO, NOOOO, that's not true, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE"

FM: "SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS, YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE"

Tin: "NOooooooooooo!"

You should post this spoof in your own journal if you don't mind, because here you'll be the only one to read it and I'd be interested to see what others thought of it.
tinhuvielartanis: (Alrighty then)
Yesterday afternoon, after Aunt Tudi and I returned from Hell Wal-Mart, Little Michael came by to sharpen the blades on my lawn tractor. Now, three weeks ago, when I went to get the tractor out to mow the grass, Agro the agriculturally pregnant cat, was in labour in my out-building, so I couldn't start the tractor up. When Little Michael, pulled the tractor out, I noticed that the kittens were still in the building and they were absolutely terrified by the loud motor on the mower. I checked them all out, all five of them (no wonder Agro was so huge!), and noted that they have the same eye condition that Shmoop had when I yoinked her away from Agro. They're not old enough to deal with antibiotics yet. As long as they're nursing, I need to let the natural antibodies in Agro's milk try to help them. If that doesn't work, when they start coming to the back yard for food, I'll start administering meds to them. There are two ginger kittens, one tabby, one black, and one pale pastel calico and grey. The calico and grey is the runt. She still has little bald feet! Agro was highly disturbed that her maternity ward had been compromised and promptly began moving her babies. I was able to get a picture of three of them before she returned to pick up another.

kittie goodness )

I hate we scared the babies like we did, but at least now I can get the lawn tractor out and do what needs to be done without disturbing anyone else. Speaking of which, I'll be mowing grass right after work. May the Great Goddess have mercy on my soul.


Today, I'm wearing a shirt that Todd bought for me back in 1988. I've worn it off and on to work ever since, and I thought it would be appropriate to wear it today, my last day here in The Pit.

dys )

Now, I'm just waiting around to be called to "human" resources for my exit interview. Then it's Mexican food time and a boring afternoon until I'm cut loose for the last time.
tinhuvielartanis: (Molina)
I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, and on fire than to be here in The Pit right now, listening to the Feudal Mistress be self-important over the phones. She hasn't shut her pie-hole all damned day long. Speaking of the Feudal Mistress, I've decided to do something thoroughly petty and immature after I'm in possession of my severance check. Tuesday morning, I packed up the remainder of my goodies in one of those bankers boxes the Feudal Mistress said she prefer I not use so, after I have my check in hand and cashed, I'm gonna get Aunt Tudi to take a picture of me holding the bankers box, and then I'm gonna email it to the Feudal Mistress with a sound wave of Nelson Muntz going "HA-HA."


For some ungodly reason, Aunt Tudi and I have watched "Family Feud" for the past couple of evenings. When I was a kid and watched it during the Richard Dawson years, when the entire stage needed to be scrubbed with bleach, I was always so happy to get the number one answer. Not so anymore. If you get the number one answer on "Family Feud," this means that you're part of the herd mentality much more than you would care to admit. If I lost miserably on "Family Feud" because I never got any of the survey answers, I'd be proud and proclaim my individuality before the studio audience and viewers nationwide. Then again, being a contestant on "Family Feud" would pretty much scream for all to witness that I and my family are nothing but drones caught up in the icky icky glue that is American Pop Culture. I have to say that the new "Family Feud" pretty much sucks. They've changed the music and the families that compete are high-fiving empty-headed weebles. I do like Richard Karn, though. I always liked him on "Home Improvement." He's my "type," or one of them.


After work, I will be afforded the supreme honour of going to Wal-Mart for an hour or so before picking up Chester from the vet's. Oh, how I love to spend my time at Wally World! Again....I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, on fire. Thankfully, we don't have much to pick up, so I won't have to be there for very long. My homicidal nature is honed to a nice fine point whilst in the presence of so many Rednecks in a confined area, so the sooner I get out of there, the better off I'll be.


My squeaky chair has begun to vex me. I thought about asking Lonnie to send a dude up with some WD-40 but, really, why bother now? I only have 9 hours and 10 minutes total to suffer the noise.
tinhuvielartanis: (Maul Huh?)
There's a dude here in The Pit whose name is Babu. Isn't that what Sally always called Linus? Her sweet Babu? Every time I see Babu, I want to say "Hello, my sweet Babu!" And he doesn't know me from adam, so he'd probably get really fearful that I was coming on to him.

I've finished cleaning off the rest of my desk and came across something that really took me back.

a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.... )

Man, those were the days. I saw that movie 15 times. How sad is that?
tinhuvielartanis: (Pit Potentate)
I'm tempted to leave this on my cube wall. If it wouldn't endanger my severance, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

push pin message )
tinhuvielartanis: (Eh wot?)
Yesterday evening, I visited Diane. She gave me a "Lord of the Rings" Trivial Pursuit game that Cathy had asked her to pass on to me. Now, if I can just find some local LOTR nerds to play it with me..... Anyway, Diane is doing pretty well after her heart attack. She seems feistier than ever and ready to kick all sorts of butt, mainly her family's collective butt, but that's a tale that ought not be told here.

After Diane, I went to see Llew. We spent a couple of hours together, enjoying the music of Nickel Creek. It seems that the prospect isn't going to work out. She's wanting to breed! And she doesn't have a kinky bone in her body. So...back to the drawing board.

I got home a little before 9 PM and went straight to bed. It's a sad situation when the highlight of your life is getting to go to sleep. I've a feeling this will change over the next year. At least I hope so.


I'm thinking about the things I need to do once I'm gainfully unemployed. I will need to work on forming new habits. I'm a creature of habit and am rabid about not having to change. If my routine is broken, then everything just flies all to hell. For instance, when I'm at work, I get all my water for the day in. When I'm not, I don't drink nearly as much as I should, because I'm not in the environment that triggers my habit.

My plan for my future time off is this: Wake up naturally, because that's the most healthy way to be, drink at least 8 to 16 ounces of water, go take a walk (at least 1.5 to 2 miles), come home, drink 8 to 16 more ounces of water. Then eat breakfast/brunch and get the day started with other activities. Not only will this jump start my water intake each day, but it will also probably encourage more weight loss. I've been terrible about actual aerobic exercise. After a day in The Pit, all I want to do is go home and sleep, which isn't healthy at all. My plan is to boost my health even more and become a stronger and more physically resilient person. I also think this will help me lose that last 23 pounds I want to get rid of.


Judy is back at work today from her surgery. She looks very different! She had a face and eyelid lift because her eyelids were drooping so much that it was causing her problems with her vision. I didn't think I'd see much of a difference in her, but it's there! Quite possibly, her happiness and excitement about starting a new chapter in her life is also affecting her appearance. If I get her permission, I may post before and after pictures here later on.

At lunchtime, I'm taking Chester to Michelle to be groomed. When I pick him up after work, I'll get a chance to discuss the whole vet tech avenue with my homies at Dr. Patch's office. I think they'll be more than supportive of the decision. Here's hoping that they'll also have some advice on how to proceed other than going back to school. One thing I've been thinking about is joining the local wildlife rescue group and volunteering to care for the animals. Not only would that be educational, but it'd also look damned good on a resume for when I'm ready to work in the new career.

Plans within plans!
tinhuvielartanis: (Pentagram)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, I am currently reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I'm usually a slow reader, not because I'm illiterate, but because my mind runs much faster than my eyes and I tend to skip sentences, sometimes whole paragraphs, so I backtrack somewhat, especially with books I want to absorb thoroughly. Such was the case with The Great Mortality. I probably read the book twice because I constantly backtracked and poured over each word like it was gold. Now I'm reading The Da Vinci Code and it's a pretty quick read because I know where it's going. It's essentially a novelisation of the much more profound Holy Blood, Holy Grail. This is not to say that it's just fluff reading. I think it's a fantastic primer for anyone curious about the hidden history of Jesus Christ and his family line, and I believe without a doubt, that Jesus does have a family line that is still alive today. What the members of this royal family are intent on doing, or what the arcane powers that be plan on doing with them, is still up for conjecture. It could go either way, really. Their imminent revelation may be the dawn of a true new age or it could mean a drastic step toward global enslavement. Only the Illuminati know for certain.

Anyway, I'm about half way through the book and am really quite enjoying it since it's like a revisiting of mysteries already well-known. I can't ever thank Timothy enough for turning me onto the Templar Mysteries. He hasn't read The Da Vinci Code yet, so I really must pass the book on to him once I'm finished.

Today, I'm wearing a new tee I got at the company store for two measly bucks. I'm very happy with it and am amused by the baffled looks I'm receiving from my already uneasy coworkers.

333 )

Of course, because of my current reading material, combined with the fact that I recently saw National Treasure, it occurred to me how convenient the highest degree in Freemasonry is: 33.3. The Grand Masters are only half evil aren't they? Baaahahahah!

Seriously...I would be interested in discussing all these mysteries with B, if I can actually speak without swallowing my tongue and passing out.

It's been almost 3 weeks now since I mowed the grass. Tomorrow is THE DAY. It's supposed to clear out and cool off later on this afternoon and tomorrow is supposed to be cooler and breezy, with considerably lower humidity. So I go forth into the jungles that was once my finely manicured lawn. It's really a nightmare. I'm not lying. I have proof.

proof )

And I need to cut the suckers off my contorted filbert. They're taking over the front porch. The one thing I'm not cutting back are the morning glory vines. I adore morning glories as they're simple and beautiful, yet mostly unassuming, and they herald the coming Autumn.

glorious )

In other happy news.....

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