tinhuvielartanis: (Torquemada)

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.

This is all true. photo 1264091_10153348891685721_288267917_o.jpg1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed.  Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes.  Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul

11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.

21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter

31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.

41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations.  My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.

51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.

61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?

71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives.  They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered.  The End.

tinhuvielartanis: (Augury)

Activities in this post will have already happened by the time I get to upload it to the Cliffs of Insanity, just so anyone who reads this knows.

I'm currently on a Frontier Airline airplane, headed for Denver. [livejournal.com profile] debrafortune contacted me about a month ago, wanting to know if I would come out to Boulder for the Halloween weekend. I have no idea why she wanted to fly me out to visit, but I think it's incredibly kind of her.

I met Debra in 2002, when I joined Live Journal. She was the first Shriekback fan I met. I can't believe we've actually known one another for 12 years. What is the time/space continuum coming to?

A couple of days ago, I added her phone number to my phone - or thought I did - so I could call her when I landed. Unfortunately, the phone didn't take the contact information. This is the second time that's happened with this phone. On top of that, the wall outlet charger stopped working overnight, when I was trying to charge the phone. This phone is my alarm clock, so it's a miracle that the phone had enough juice to cue my electronic rooster this morning. I found my USB charger, and am currently charging the phone. I put a call in to the Mother Unit, asking her to go into my Facebook account to retrieve Debra's number, and I messaged Debra on FB to let her know my contact dilemma, and tell her I was wearing my Grumpy Cat tee-shirt, so she'd know what to look for. Also, I asked her to text me with her number.

Some days, it just seems that nothing goes exactly to plan...

Anyway, I'm going to be landing in the Denver airport, at which time Debra and I are going to tour the bizarre art work and architectural oddness it boasts. There is a conspiracy theory that the design of the airport indicates that it is a secret headquarters for the Illuminati and/or Reptilians. There's also supposed to be Masonic symbology worked into the sight to so "Those in the Know" will will know they're in the right place, and direct them to the underground base where all the Eyes Wide Shut crowd can have their masques and rituals, Colorado style.

After we eyeball the airport, Debra's taking me to the sauna. We've never met in person, but the second thing we're gonna do when I get there is get naked, because that's what you do with friends. It's only logical. You can say a lot of things about my friends, but you can't deny their free-spiritedness and overall groovy attitudes.

I'm not sure what else we'll be doing, but I'm sure it'll be fun, strange, and super-mega-awesome, because that's just how we Shriekers roll, dig?

I'll be flying back to San Diego on Monday, at which time Smidgen will probably have a total emotional meltdown to see I have returned after probably assuming I've abandoned her in my room with minimal contact with anyone other than Obnoxious Chihuahua Extraordinaire, Toby, to keep her "company". Toby will be fine without me. He's bonded with Matt, who would be an Obnoxious Chihuahua Extraordinaire, if he were a dog. The two of them grok, especially on the manic level.

There's a bit of a scheduling thing I need to do on Halloween. I'll be announcing the official release of The Augury of Gideon, even though it's technically already available for purchase on Amazon. I'm hoping to coordinate with Kristen on this, so we can bomb all the appropriate social media sites at the same time. The key to getting attention in the ever-growing virtual world of Teh Intarwebz is attempting an information Big Bang, then following up with a ridiculous amount of repetition. That said, I would deeply appreciate it, if any of would reblog the announcement and relevant sites you hang out on.

At this moment, I am listening to my Vampire playlist, and attempting to write more on The Harming Tree. I'm contemplating bringing back Rebekah and Mephistopheles, because I've always been quite fond of that ghastly couple, their obvious love for one another entwined with their unbridled lust of blood and death.

Speaking of all these Vampires, I finally got to finish a picture of Cadmus I started four years ago. I'd scanned what I had then, and attempted to enhance it in Photoshop with absolute crap results. But using the Wacom tablet, I was given the luxury to fix the flaws that were already in the original drawing, then complete the rest of it. I'm a little (no... I'm a lot) self-conscious about posting it, but I may break down and make it a Friends Only post.

So there you have it. One part business as usual, one part adventure. I'll post more about my visit with Debra and her family, when I have the opportunity.

El Move 6

Jun. 17th, 2013 06:18 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (PSA)
17 June, 2013 Arizona City, Arizona

Tonight we’re staying at one of Jeanne’s friend’s house here in Arizona City. He’s being a host with the most, and is being really cool about the animals. His network connection is free here in the subdivision he lives it, but it’s spotty at best, so I expect it may end up being a very long night.

We actually didn’t travel very far, primarily because the Mother Unit wanted to take a detour and visit Tombstone, Arizona. That took up a good part of the early afternoon.

Thankfully, my camera battery has held up and allowed me to take a load of pics, which will be the body of this entry. I may write more later.

First we came upon some massive hills/mini-mountains and giant rock formations. Seeing this part of the country made the Cadmus Pariah bio chapter, ‘Sui Generis,’ as it takes place in the Arizona portion of the Mojave Desert. Here are the pics I got of them.

lotsa imagery behind here! click with caution! )

El Move 4

Jun. 15th, 2013 07:58 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (PSA)
15 June, 2013 1:00 PM

We’re somewhere near Abilene, Texas, I think. They turned off the radio, so I pulled out the computer and am listening to my iTunes whilst I write.

Alison Kraus just came on. I never hear her without thinking of Lewis. Even though he was from New Jersey, born and bred, he had a soft spot of Country music, and in particular Alison Kraus’s Bluegrass. I hate Country, but I do love Bluegrass. It’s the closest thing America will ever get to traditional Celtic folk music.

Texas is about as flat as my current attitude! And that’s pretty damned flat. It has an odd beauty about it, though. Everything is really freakin’ low to the ground. I wonder if that’s a result of the kinds of storms Texas is famous for. It’d be nice to encounter one of those storms. I would so pitch a fit to chase it. Hey, I like to take risks sometimes.

I know we’ve passed at least two 7-Elevens. If a third one rears its head early enough, I’m begging to make a Slurpee run. There’s just no two ways about it. Slurpee must be had!

Heh, how ironic that George Thorogood just came on. I’ve always associated him with Texas, though I don’t know why. Him and Stevie Ray Vaughn, may he rest in peace. That reminds me, I wonder if Stevie Ray’s video for ‘Cold Shot’ is on You Tube. That is one funny-ass video!

My battery for the camera just started flashing low, so I’m saving what little juice I have left for Arizona. Gotta get some desert pictures. I can’t believe I left the charger behind in SC! I had it on my mind to remember to get it, but I did I? Hell no. Now, I’m gonna have to wait until July before I can get a replacement charger, and that’s just pissy.

6:45 PM

We’re now in Pecos, Texas, at another Motel 6. I finally got my Slurpee, a cherry one, and it was glorious! We stopped at a place where there were 7-Elevens right across the street from one another. I could have walked from one as I drank my Slurpee, and moseyed over to the other one to buy another Slurpee, ‘cos that’s pretty much what I would do, if I had had the chance.

I didn’t take too many pictures today. Here’s my paltry offering for the eve.

Here’s a picture of Smidgen, who decided that out of her case was actually more pleasant than in it. So my thigh became her fave hangout in the truck today.

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Okay, that’s it for this post. I am making a separate, friends-only post because I have some serious ranting to do. If you’re interested, log on, and stay tuned.
tinhuvielartanis: (Caveman)
I've got tons to write about, but I'm gonna write about it when I have my computer and can enhance the post with photographs. Like some sort of unitoothed moron, I left my computer sitting on the couch all packed up to bring with me; yet, I decided to leave it at home for some godawful reason. I've got tales to tell, like the one about Joe on train number 2 (I think). Or my cuddling with a Trans who was incredible kind enough to share his poncho with my cold arse. Or my fantastic, and all too brief visit, with [livejournal.com profile] angstzeit in the Windy City.

Traveling across country on train is highly unrecommended by yours truly if you're even remotely disabled, but is highly recommended if you want to meet an endless variety of souls. Yep, much to tell, but the Mother Unit and I have lots to do and none of it involves my favourite pasttime of being an Internet junkie, so that must wait until I get home from Todd's in a week or so.

I'm writing all this from one of the Mother Unit's extra computers whilst she sleeps. After she wakes up, gods know what we'll be up to. One thing I DO KNOW and that, at some point today, our activities will involves my going to a 7-11 and getting a cherry or grape Slurpee. Them's the rules.


Sep. 6th, 2011 01:20 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Ludicrous Speed)
Spartanburg, SC (SPB) to San Diego, CA (SAN)
07-SEP-11; 11:39 pm - 11-SEP-11; 3:10 pm

Service: 20 Crescent
Duration: 10 hr, 14 min

  Spartanburg, SC (SPB)
  07-SEP-11; 11:39 pm

  Washington - Union Station, DC (WAS)
  08-SEP-11; 9:53 am

  1 Reserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Lounge,
Dining car
Service: 29 Capitol Limited
Duration: 17 hr, 40 min

  Washington - Union Station, DC (WAS)
  08-SEP-11; 4:05 pm

  Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
  09-SEP-11; 8:45 am

  1 Reserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Checked baggage,
Dining car,
Onboard wheelchair ramp
Service: 3 Southwest Chief
Duration: 43 hr, 15 min

  Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
  09-SEP-11; 3:00 pm

  Los Angeles - Union Station, CA (LAX)
  11-SEP-11; 8:15 am

  1 Reserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Checked baggage,
Dining car,
Onboard wheelchair ramp
Service: 774 Pacific Surfliner
Duration: 2 hr, 45 min

  Los Angeles - Union Station, CA (LAX)
  11-SEP-11; 12:25 pm

  San Diego, CA (SAN)
  11-SEP-11; 3:10 pm

  1 Unreserved Coach Seat    
Amenities: Checked baggage,
Snack car,
Onboard wheelchair ramp

Two Days

Sep. 5th, 2011 04:30 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (2D and 3C)
I've gotten my itinerary for the train trip out to California. I have two days to get this house straightened out and cleaned up. From Cali, I guess I'll be be going to Washington. Then it'll be back to the drabness of South Carolina and the loneliness of this house. One good thing is that I've only cried once today. Aunt Tudi always wanted to travel somewhere by train and she never got to. I feel so guilty about that and so many other things she never got to do. I feel like I let her down in so many ways, always believing we'd have the time to do it. And now our time is up, there's no going back. Death is such a cruel thing to those of us left behind.
tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Wave)
We had to be up early as our flight out was at 11:56 AM and we had to be at the airport 2 hours prior for, for lack of a better word, processing. 7 AM came too soon for someone who last looked at the clock a mere two hours before. I was beaten down and Aunt Tudi was worse than me, her spine snapped in at least 14 places thanks to all the mad travel. It would have been nice to stay put for a couple more days just to recover from it all and spend more time with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. We didn't even clean up much, deciding to impose our misery upon our fellow passengers, especially if any of them had small children with little to no parental supervision. A pox on all their houses I say! Yea and verily.

Right before we left for Gatwick, I came through on my promise to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna to sing for her. After doing that and getting all verklempt with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, we hit the road right on time. The security at Gatwick was seriously more forgiving than at any American airport. I thought I heard one of the employees tell a passenger to not forget his semi-automatic. That's not true. I'm kidding. But, seriously, Aunt Tudi had no problem getting through security at Gatwick. Everyone was kind and understood that she was a disabled woman who wore orthopaedic shoes.

We said our last goodbyes to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and climbed aboard the airplane for the long flight home.

As far as security, everything changed when we got to Cleveland. I had no problem, but Aunt Tudi, because she was wearing thick-soled shoes and riding in an airport wheelchair, was taken to one side and frisked so much that everyone had to have a cigarette afterward. Once we got through that, we had to go through customs. It wasn't a problem except for the wait. After that, it was time to make the long trek to our gate. We had 30 minutes. The airport employee who was pushing Aunt Tudi had had a hip replacement and carried himself with an atrocious limp, but he was so fast I literally had to scamper along to keep up. Imagine my dismay when we passed a Ben & Jerry's kiosk and I saw that they were selling........


Yes, they'd resurrected the flavour and had it featured in the Cleveland airport. I couldn't stop to buy any then because I had to keep up with Mecha-Wheelchair-Man. Once we got to our gate, I told Aunt Tudi I was going back for some Wavy Gravy. I only had 10 minutes and the kiosk was, oh...a mile and a half away! But I was willing to take the risk. I flagged down one of the electric carts and he had me to the B&J place in no time. I bought two pints. YES, TWO PINTS. And I ran back to our gate only to find that our flight had been delayed because the attendant that was to be on our plane was on another delayed flight.

So Aunt Tudi and I slurped on Ben & Jerry's Wavy Gravy for an hour until we could finally fly the friendly skies again. It was well after 6 PM EST and we were both running on 2 hours sleep for the past 36 hours, or thereabout. We were only a little over an hour away from home and, boy howdy, we were ready to get there! The flight was uneventful. Both of us tried to snooze a little, but it just didn't work out. I've never been so happy to land at GSP.

I called Janice to let her know we'd just landed and she headed our way to pick us up, but she got caught in a traffic jam on I-85, so we had to wait a while outside for her to arrive. When she did, I had to fight hugging her and kissing my car. I really really really REALLY needed to get home. On the way, we stopped at a convenience store for a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, and a box of macaroni and cheese.

Once home, I made us the mac & cheese and then we both passed flat out.

I know it sounds like I was happy to get home and away from England, but that can't be further from the truth. I just wanted to lie the fuck down! I was tired and low on psychic energy. I could live in England, no doubt about it. Moreso, I could live in Wales! But I couldn't think about any of that on the 18th of May. All that was on my mind was collapsing in my bed and falling into a coma.

So ends my Travel Journal for the England trip. As Eddie Izzard would say, "I do like to end the show with a kind of 'Oh' feeling, and I think I've done that quite well."

tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Sexy)
Sunday 14 May

Surprisingly, I was the first adult up Sunday morning. Eleri, being a kid, got up quite early and was enjoying TV when I walked into the living room. She said that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna had been up earlier, but went back to bed. So I won by default, like it was ever a competition in the first place, but whatever.

The initial plan for this day was for us to head out a little early and go to Bath for the day. but did we go? )

Monday 15 May
Monday went exactly as planned. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna prepared another delicious English country breakfast, replete with sausages, bacon, eggs, and toast. I want to miniaturise myself and just camp out on a plate full of English breakfast food. I’d live in a tee-pee and come out occasionally to nibble at the end of a sausage and roll around in the grease.

the goings-on of the day )

After stuffing ourselves like Christmas geese, Aunt Tudi, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, and I wibbled back to the house where I once again engaged in an overabundance of Barry Angst until I finally passed out. When I woke up, it would be Tuesday, the Day I Met the Bald One.
tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Wave)

  • The Hearse Curse followed me, alarming [livejournal.com profile] falkenna when she saw 3 hearses in less than 48 hours. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hearse.

  • English roundabouts are maddening and convinced me that I would never drive again if I lived in Britain. I'd just sit at home and hope someone would bring me food.

  • Virgoan anal-retentiveness will always overcome neurotic phobias. Case in point: after about thirty minutes of being distracted by a piece of glitter on Barry's chin, I could take it no longer and told him about the shiny bit just sitting there, glinting and blinking and shimmering. He tried to wipe it off to no avail. Desperate to be rid of the distracting bit, I asked if I could get it, reached over and plucked it off his chin. Problem solved, back to the conversation, yay.

  • Sarah Champion has released a song in Britain that goes "I wish I was a punk rock girl with flowers in my hair." I'm now keen on finding it on iTunes or Kazaa. So far, no joy, but I will prevail.

  • Despite certain differences between American life and British life, I'm certain I could live in Britain without too many problems with adjustment. The main thing for me would be to find a flat with a shower. Otherwise, I would end up being more French than American or British, if'n you know what I mean.

  • Aunt Tudi was a massive hit with Barry Andrews, who seemed to be quite smitten with her thick Southern accent.

  • I saw an inordinate amount of canines in England, but spotted only two cats. Either all the cats are house cats over there, or Brits just prefer dogs.

  • Stilton sausages make me weep with joy.

  • According to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, the sea gulls in Brighton are so large because they thrive on a diet of chips and will actually rough people up and take away their chips if the people aren't vigilant. Heh....gangsta gulls.

  • I heard songs on Virgin radio that were never played during their heyday on American radio, like "The Whole of the Moon" by the Waterboys. I may listen to the radio again if I had Virgin radio. But I don't, so it's iGor for me.

  • [livejournal.com profile] falkenna showed me a performance of "All Along the Watchtower" by early Punk-era XTC. This was before Andy Partridge had gone all cuddly and pastoral. Barry hasn't changed since 1979 except he has no hair now. Spooky.

  • The first meal Aunt Tudi and I had upon returning home was boxed macaroni and cheese made by yours truly. Only [livejournal.com profile] falkenna will understand the profundity of this act.

  • The first movie I watched upon returning home was Deliverance. What a homecoming!

  • Many of the locations where Jack the Ripper did his *work* have been demolished or covered over, but local children write Jack-centric graffiti on the city walls, mostly in reference to "The Juwes."

  • English weather is the BEST EVAR.

tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Heart)
cut on account of I care and this is long )
tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Sexy)
This is Tinhuviel signing off from home until probably 19 May. Hope all goes well with you fine fine pipples in LJ-land. If something freaky happens, please e-mail me at Tinhuviel@livejournal.com.

I love you guys! ::picks up a Budweiser, swizzles it, then spits it back out:: YECH!
tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Heart)
I went to Dr. Jaworski's about my hubcap. She drew a syringe full of fluid off it, then injected it and gave me pain pills, all the while eyeballing the knee and tsk'ing, saying that she doubted I'd last long with it. Gads. My leg is going to fall off.

Afterwards, Aunt Tudi and I went to see Diane at the physical therapy center. She's supposed to be there for a week to six, depending on how well she does with her hip transplant. So far, she's doing great, considering she's only 4 days out of surgery.

We went and paid some bills, ran a couple of errands, and I picked up my meds. I also found a pair of tights that I'm gonna wear with my skirt on THE DAY. Yes, I'm wearing a skirt. A black skirt with a black blouse and black tights and some black shoes. I need to find my shoes! AIEEEE! We got home around 6 and Aunt Tudi called Janice to confirm that she was still gonna take us to the airport. No, she's not. Some emergency sprang up with Johnna and they will all be indisposed at the time Aunt Tudi and I need to be at the airport. I freaked out until Johnna had the idea that we drive to the airport and, after their previous engagement, Johnna and Janice and go pick up the car so I won't have to pay $10 a day for parking. Whew! Johnna is one smart cookie.

On my way over to see Llew, he called to tell me that he has the Slobovian Stomach Flu, not to come. He left the DVDs on the front porch and, when I picked them up, we hugged from afar. I told him I'd make it up to him when I got home and he was feeling healthier. This is what happens when you live with a walking petri dish (AKA a young child).

Coming back home, I called the Mother Unit to wish her a happy birthday. She's treating herself to ringside seats at a WWE Smackdown match. Yes, my mother is as bizarre as they come. I also finally got in touch with Timothy and we've made tentative plans to get together after I get back from Blighty, so I can see his music room. He seems quite proud of it.

Now I'm home and about three quarters of the way packed. No longer do I feel numb; rather, I am in full panic mode, hoping I don't forget anything or screw anything up.

All the beasties are safe and sound at Dr. Patch's. The Outdoor Pride has 60 pounds of kibble on which to subsist, and Johnna is going to fill their pans and give them fresh water daily. Aunt Tudi's back if doing better, and I have in my paws 5 ativan for taking off and landing maneuvers in addition to 20 hydrocodone for my hubcap, which should hopefully soon be a much better kneecap.

Tomorrow, I need to mail an eBay package, set the tape for LOST for this week and next, call some people, and write a couple of emails. I think that's it. We have to be at the airport by 2:30, just to be on the safe side. It's gonna be a long trip, but worth it.

I got a letter from [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, mapping out the holiday itinerary.

OK, here are my proposals -- very fluid, and in some cases possibly over-ambitious:
Thursday:  Brighton (sleep, shopping, acclimatization, Pavilion, seafront.  Full English breakfast out. Supper to be discussed.)
Friday:  Stonehenge and a bit of Wales (I thought you'd want to say you'd been there. Could substitute Glastonbury if you'd rather).  Steve's at night, and probably his cooking (yum).
Saturday (with Steve and his daughter): Avebury, Silbury Hill, West Kennet Long Barrow, Wayland's Smithy, and the Uffington White Horse and Dragon Hill. (Not as ambitious as it sounds, but may still need to be cut.)  Country pub for supper.
Sunday:  Bath, home to Brighton.
Monday:  London -- Buck Palace and a few others, Brit Museum if you like, Stevie's for Bed Viewing, if you like (all being well), Ripper tour. Return to Brighton
Tuesday:  Party party
Wednesday:  Up to you -- more of Brighton, more of Sussex, Dover/Canterbury -- depending on your energy and interest.  May have Graham with us first thing, he's considering staying over. (I doubt anybody else will, but who knows . . .)


This is really happening.

::scampers about on one leg, like a crippled Macaulay Culkin.
tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Heart)
Aunt Tudi and I zipped down to Moncks Corner to get some luggage from the Father Unit. The gigantic case we use for all our stuff was damaged by Northwest Airlines during the NYC trip, so it's no longer viable for travel, especially international travel. The Father Unit offered up his luggage, so off we went for a road trip from hell. 3.5 hours to get there, 4 hours to visit, 3.5 hours to get back home, and in time enough for LOST!

And now we have luggage fit for queens for to place all our duds and toiletries. The goodies I'm taking over to the UK will be more protected in these cases too, I'm thinking. If I can bring myself to pick up the phone tomorrow, I need to call the airline and see about lugging some Cheerwine over the pond. I have two little English people who've got a jones that's around 6 years old now. That's just wrong.

And jelly. Apple jelly for my incredibly kind hostess. Yeah. I need to talk to Continental. Or maybe The Continental. "Champagne?" Heh.

It looks like 16 May is the day I'll meet Barry Andrews face-to-face. My memorial service will then be on 19 May. Please come and ogle what's left of my dead body and sign the register. The funeral will be 20 May. "Eldorado" by the Electric Light Orchestra will be played. Since Aunt Tudi's birthday is 24 May, please make sure all of you coddle and spoil her really good in my absence. She'll need all the lovin' she can get if I'm dead. Woe is I.


Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:12 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Union Jack Heart)
I'm going to be putting some stuff up for sale tomorrow. Please to bid and buy. Please to help a sister out.
tinhuvielartanis: (Tin2006)
I got up way early this morning and tried to call Johnna as a favour to Janice, who was out of town. All I got was thrown directly into Johnna's voice mail, so that didn't work. I was supposed to call Uncle Michael too but, when I called Janice to give her the bad news about Johnna, Janice said she'd go ahead and call Uncle Michael. I helped Aunt Tudi with her insulin shot, then we both lay back down until around 11 AM. Yay for sleeping late!

There used to be these Peanuts books called Happiness Is.... and each page was dedicated to something that defined happiness. The one I remember out of all those pages is "Happiness is.....waking up only to find you have two more hours to sleep." I think I remember that one because it's the epitome of where my happiness lies. So this morning was one of those "Happiness is" mornings. Nothing thrills me more than to get up early just to let myself know that I can lie back down and sleep like a wee babe.

Once I drug my lazy arse out of bed, I got online and booked the flight to England. Instead of flying out of Charleston, we're flying out of GSP because the prices weren't that different. I'd be paying that much out on gasoline for the car to drive down to Charleston, and I'd be putting more wear and tear on the car that I can really ill afford since I can't get a new car until I'm back in the Land of Employment. Since I'm choosing school instead, that's gonna be a while. To cut the price a little more, I changed the return date from the 19th to the 18th. That works for me price-wise and it also works out for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna 'cos she has a concert to attend on the 19th. I sent the itinerary to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, then squee'd to myself in a very quiet, Sithly way.

Later in the afternoon, [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake came over for a visit. We made tentative plans for a smoothie and movie party for next week or the week after. Oh, and I converted her to Sweet'n'Salty Almond Granola Bars. After letting her try a bar and seeing her have a religious experience, I gave her a box of them and she went home a happy camper.

After [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake left, I got cleaned up and went to visit Diane. I dried my hair upside down too long, so I ended up looking like an anime character no matter how much I curled my hair under. Lesson learned. Anyway, I had a nice visit with Diane, about an hour. We caught up with each other and she returned my LOST and Dune DVDs. After making tentative plans to go to Asheville one day next week, we hugged and I bid her adieu. I need to see if [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake wants to go with us to Asheville. ::makes note to call her tomorrow::

I left Diane's and went over to Llew's. He was completely enamoured with my hair, which is cool, 'cos he was a little fearful about my losing the long hair. Mens..... He was so thrilled with the new 'do and I was so thrilled at his being thrilled that we ended up kindling the flames and bumping mighty mighty uglies with much enthusiasm. We then tried to go fly, but Llew's plane was dead and it'd take too long to charge and still have daylight. So we went to Subway instead. He got a teriyaki chicken sammich, I got Aunt Tudi a club combo, and myself a cheese steak (which I couldn't eat, so there's Aunt Tudi's lunch tomorrow).

Whilst in the kitchen putting up my glasses in my purse, I beheld Smidgen, Shmoop, and Motley gathered around the food bowl like the loving sisters they are. So I snagged a picture, which once again exposed Motley for the demon she is. Mind, she's pretty much fully grown, so Motley should have been named Smidgen, who is a big honkin' hunka hunka cat muscle.

the ladies )

Now I'm home, sorely disappointed that LOST didn't come on tonight. Instead, I'm watching Law & Order: SVU. Elliott Stabler is so screwed up. I love him with all my heart.
tinhuvielartanis: (Torquemada)
Back up to Asheville today for one last go at Morrisons. We went straight there and back, probably the swiftest Asheville trip we ever took. The dogs are boarded for our drive to the Father Unit's tomorrow. I've driven so much this past week, I'm starting to feel like Eddie Rabbitt, may he rest in peace.

Reminder to those who expressed interest: The deadline for this is 28 April, although I may extend it to 3 May, since I'll still be in the country at that time. I'm really looking forward to what you create.

I got this meme thing from [livejournal.com profile] brujah. My answers indicate how truly pathetic I really am. I think I'm going to go crawl under a rock now.

firsts )

Two Weeks!

Apr. 11th, 2006 07:34 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Ornate Triskele)
We should have our passports in 2 weeks. I'm going to be booking the flights probably next week for 10 May, and we're staying an extra coupla days because [livejournal.com profile] falkenna has the uncanny power of persuasion in her corner.

To all my English buds who want to meet up: we need to coordinate or something. London is more than likely the generic Place of Gathering. We just need to figure out a day, dig? Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] _willowmyst, Haverhill may not be workable as it's 3 trillion miles away from everywhere else I'm supposed to be going, so can you make a day of it in London and show me all the cool places you like to go there? Or do you want to form a caravan and go with us to Swindon to meet The Bald One?

I'm so excited I could just run in a circle and pee on myself. Now that's multi-tasking.

clickie )
tinhuvielartanis: (EYE-GORE)
Before making it to the Father and Stepmother Unit's abode, we stopped at....WAL-MART....to pick up a particular kind of candy for the Father Unit. They didn't have the candy, but I saw that this store from hell is now carrying Holy Blood, Holy Grail alongside The Da Vinci Code. This is, without a doubt, a serious omen of the imminent Alpaca Lips.

So yeah, I broke my New Years Resolution of never darkening the door of another Wal-Mart, but this doesn't mean I'm planning on going back any time soon...preferably never

The Stepmother Unit ordered pizza from Pizza Hut and we all noshed until we could nosh no more. While The Father Unit and Aunt Tudi discussed their myriad health issues, The Stepmother Unit and I watched "Close to Home" and I loaded some music from their collection onto iGor. I now have 4551 songs on iGor, including "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road." That's damned special.

Not sure what we'll be doing tomorrow, but I'm hoping it involves relaxation as that's one of my favourite hobbies these days. Sad, but true.


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