tinhuvielartanis: (Augury)

That's the title of a Peter Gabriel song, but I'm certain anyone who may read this knows that speck of trivia. What does a Peter Gabriel song subject line mean, though? What does it reference?

Drumming and weather. That's pretty much it.

Later on this afternoon, we're supposed to go to a drum circle. I'm not sure if we're attending the Rainbow Family event in Balboa Park, or heading up to Carlsbad for their brouhaha by the beach.

Whichever one we're going to, I'll still be wearing short-sleeves and sandals with no socks. This is not post-Thanksgiving weather... I've been messing around with a new theory about Southern California and its inhabitants: The area is deeply influenced by alternate opinions, artistic expression, political leanings, and a general rabid hipster/purebred Hippie world view. Why? People gotta stay busy putting the spice usually provided by interesting weather back into a pretty boring, uneventful meteorological yawn-fest. This is the kind of weather most everyone seems to adore, but it's ever single fucking day! Perfect spring/summer weather can be safely assumed when you open your eyes each day. The only way to mark today as being different from the others, is to shake things up in the sphere of your influence. Going to drum with the 'natives' is a perfect way to overcome meteorological apathy.

A while back, when I mentioned once having and playing a bodhrán a few years ago, Matt grew quite curious about it, so much so, he ended up buying a bodhrán! Using a pretty good intro I found on You Tube on how to play bodhrán and achieve "rolls" or "triplets", I showed him how to start slowly and focus on loosening your grip and your wrist as you increase the rhythm. He feels like he will be unable to play the bodhrán, but I think he did pretty well. We'll be taking that along with the djembes and other percussion when we head out later.

Sometime in December, I think, the Rainbow Family is organising a weekend camping event in the desert. Even though I have zero camping gear, I would still love to go to this, mainly to escape the light pollution and be able to see the cradle of creation that is our Milky Way. I don't care what crawls on me, I want to see the Milky Way!

tinhuvielartanis: (Andy Partridge)
You discover that you're making inane posts about absolutely nothing just for the chance to toast yourself over the warm keyboards.


Aug. 7th, 2012 02:59 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Super Sane T)
This schizophrenic weather is giving me a schizophrenic body response. Because it was rainy and stormy all night long, the temperature never had a chance to reach its normal level of hell degrees. That means that it's too cold for air conditioning, yet too hot without it. Blankets are too much, but short sleeves leave me feeling like Cold Miser is sodomising me. What do I do in a situation like this? Suffer, I suppose.

I am watching X-Men: First Class for the 258347520th time, because I accidentally picked that one up when I meant to get 2012. That's okay, though. I could look at Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy all day long. And I adore Magneto's message. When you look at it from my point of view, that of a Jew and Witch, when he says "I've been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again," my soul gets all jiggly. Good for Erik Lensherr. Good for all those who get pissed off enough to take back their personal power. It's not revenge, it's retribution; it's the Sith way. >:| It's what the Goddess Nemesis does.

Speaking of Nemesis, there's this news about yet another Star Trek reboot. I wish I could say I was excited but really, if Shinzon isn't in it, I really can't be bothered.

Tomorrow is my first appointment with the actual grief therapist. Even though it's my inclination to give an "everything is fine" response to everything and, honestly, I may have watched way too much Lie to Me, taking notes for future Tim Roth Tutorials. My problem is that my frankness is gonna end up making me cry, and then I'll have to slaughter everyone within a two mile radius. I don't like to cry in front of others. No, that's too weak. I really really really hate it.

Alrighty then, it's time to turn the A/C back on. Kill me now, please.
tinhuvielartanis: (Snow)
I just had to turn the heater up a tiddly tad. I can't feel my digits. I'm not complaining that it's finally feeling like Winter, Goddess knows it's about time we had some seasonal temperatures to stave off the local pestilence. I'm just perplexed that last night's low was around 40 and tonight's is forecast to be 19. If our weather were any more schizophrenic, Mother Nature would have to get Herself a psychiatrist.

It may be time for a hot cuppa tea. Who cares about the caffeine? I've already been awake going on 40 hours or so, so I don't think some tea would be very detrimental at this point.
tinhuvielartanis: (Cadmus - Long Hair)
So I'm back at the hospital. Aunt Tudi is asleep, just the way I left her at 1 this afternoon. That stress test, combined with the phenergin they're giving her for nausea, has really kicked her ass in a mighty way. When I got here, I spied a flower arrangement, sent from [livejournal.com profile] acook and [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh. Aunt Tudi hasn't seen the flowers yet. When she does, she's gonna have a hissy fit of joy. I don't think anyone other than me has ever sent her flowers when she's in the hospital. See, Aunt Tudi has always been a caregiver and, therefore, pretty much taken for granted. When she needs a little TLC herself, people tend to forget about her and just assume she knows they care about her. As a result, I've heard more than once from Aunt Tudi, once she gets out of the hospital, "You know, Tracy, I bet the hospital staff think I'm a terrible person because I never get phone calls, visits, or cards. I just lie in that room by myself except for you, and that's a sign of someone who is basically hated." And it just really hurts her to the bone, and me too, for her. So the phone calls she's gotten, and this flower arrangement, combined with the visits, and the balloon and card from yesterday have really surprised her and made her very very happy. Thank you all so much. I'm a bit teary-eyed myself, thinking about how very cool all of you are. You so rock, there's just no way to express it sufficiently in human language. Maybe if I could say it in Quenya...

There is another storm on the horizon. It's every night's business, which didn't used to be the case. And some people contend there's no such thing as global warming. Puh-tooiee. It's good to be in safe and dry before the rains come. Whatever the weather, I'm planning on staying until visiting hours are over, which is 9 PM. I brought the computer and electric cord so I won't go mad from 'net withdrawal.
tinhuvielartanis: (Caveman)
After my 50-page editing extravaganza yesterday, I've been a total slacker today. I've yet to begin editing today; instead, I've watched useless TV, went to the grocery store with Aunt Tudi, and now I'm eating an American Pot Noodle and hummus while I psych myself out to grind the editing bone into action. I think I've been useless today because the weather has sucked my life force out through the top of my head. I usually enjoy the rain, but this round of precipitation has been clammy, messy, and generally unpleasant. It's not conducive to creative endeavours, including editing.

This Pot Noodle is like eating a bowl of roundworms with freeze-dried vegetables. Tasty, neh?
tinhuvielartanis: (Cadmus Priest)
The temperature is supposed to get high enough today that everything is going to be a tad slushy. I'm going out to shovel the foot of the stairs and the walkway so that Aunt Tudi won't slip and bust her behonkie on the way out to the car tomorrow. We have errands and doctors appointments to run tomorrow and Tuesday and it just wouldn't do for either of us to get injured on the frozen and refrozen ice. I figure around 2 or 3 PM should be the best time to get the ice loose and away from the walkway.

Other things I want to do is go through more of The Blood Crown that mama edited. She's also willing to read through The Augury of Gideon, for which I'm eternally grateful. She's just such an avid reader and exemplary in English, I really appreciate this help. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm abandoning [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh. [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh will always be my editor. The Mother Unit is my ace in the hole. You can't proofread a manuscript too many times. That's my belief.

A friend of mine who also happens to be an artist just finished reading The Chalice, and now wants to draw Cadmus Pariah. She's already given me permission to use the piece however I want to use it. Depending on the route she takes, I may have the cover for The Blood Crown! She's an incredible artist and I'm looking forward to her interpretation of Cadmus Pariah. She said she had some other artistic obligations, so it may be a few months, but I'm a patient person and I just know that the wait will be worth the while.


Jan. 12th, 2011 04:02 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Snow)
After Janice helped me get the car out of the driveway (she drove and I pushed), I hit the road and headed to the drug store for mine and Aunt Tudi's prescriptions. The roads are barely icy now. There are a few treacherous spots in the shady areas on the secondary roads, but that's about it. I had no trouble whatsoever getting to Lyman and back home. When I got back, I let Janice and Uncle Michael know how the roads were in the event they wanted to brave the weather. I also told them that I'd be happy to take them anywhere they wanted to go if they didn't want to risk it. They let me keep the car parked up at their house so I wouldn't be stuck again. So now we all have a way to get around if the need arises. It's about time, too. I was suffering from major cabin fever. It's weird; I can stay home for days on end when I know I can go anytime I please but, when I realise I'm truly stuck, all I can think about is getting away. Funny how the mind works.
tinhuvielartanis: (Rango)
Makes me want to poke out my eyes.

Fitzgerald didn't get in bed last night until around 10:30 and he was up rearing to go at 5 on the dot this morning. I've been online ever since, but I just haven't had a functioning brain to post here or anywhere else for that matter.

I woke up to a wonderfully dreary day with threats of storms with winds topping 70 miles an hour popping up unexpectedly here and there. We haven't had any storms here yet, just a skoche of rain, but the potential is there and I've the feeling it'll be the last storms of the seasons before Summer finally surrenders to Autumn's wise counsel. Until that time, the weather radio keeps going off with "important weather information" and issuing thunderstorm watches and warnings. This is what happens when a cold front meets Summer in the South head on. It's glorious to behold.

Oy Vey

Oct. 23rd, 2010 08:18 am
tinhuvielartanis: (fitzgerald)
Fitzgerald let me sleep til almost 7 this morning. He was apparently waiting for the light of day so I could schlep my way outside to fix the fence he broke last night. Yes, he broke the fence, just a little piece and out of the yard he flew. It's not that he hates his home or even is worried with what's outside the fence. He's just a puppy who wants what he wants when he wants it. Last night he wanted to play with the next door neighbour's 9000 year old poodle, Lucky. Lucky was not impressed. So I had some fence mending to which to attend. Fitzgerald joined me outside and frolicked and played throughout the yard while I froze myself silly mending the fence. The temp right now is 43. That's cold to someone used to temps in 7000s. And I have holes in my flannels, so they're no good, at least not as good as they used to be. Buuuuut, anyway, the fence is mended and Fitzgerald is still outside running around like a little idiot.
tinhuvielartanis: (Chalice)
This is the second day of rain and temperatures in the 60s. It's been 20+ degrees cooler in the past two days. I'm loving every single second of it. Autumn is my favourite season, even though we don't get to see much Autumn in this area. The leaves turn crisp brown and drop off to herald the coming of Winter way too soon. That's why I like to go back home in the Autumn. In Asheville, every colour on a painter's palette can be found dotting the mountain ranges. We always drive up the parkway as far as we can before being turned back for safety reasons. The ice of the mountains make for dangerous travel once you get too high and the park rangers are very particular when it comes to October.

[livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Paul are planning a visit in October. Not sure when, but I do want to meet with them at Malaprops and all of us go up the Blue Ridge Parkway to see the colours. They're going to be stupendous this this because of all the moisture we've had. When we make it to Craggy Dome, I want to take [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Paul to the Faerie Tree down the secret hiking spot. I think they shall be duly impressed and pictures will be taken. I will definitely be taking a food offering and hopefully a libation. The Faerie's deserve it for our intrusion.

I've already made a playlist for the Asheville trip, even though I'm sure it'll be outdone by the talking, which is fine. That's what friends are for ~ communication. The playlist will just be our background music for the merrymaking to be had by us all. I have a surprise for Steph on the playlist though. I want to see her buttdance on my backseat, which I'm sure she will.

Le Sigh

Sep. 12th, 2010 01:04 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Can't Stop Writing)
I woke up at 7, peeked outside as I let the dogs out. It was dark with clouds and misty with rain. Humming happily to myself, I got breakfast, did a little of this and a tad of that, then got me a large glass of tea. Before I sat down with my tea, I flung open the front door for the inspiration I was going to draw on as I wrote. It was bright and sunny, not a drop of rain in sight. Damn. What else can I expect on "there's a tick on my face" day?


Aug. 12th, 2010 03:40 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Podling)
We're having an electric storm and it's right over our house. Toby is beside himself as well as being all up in Aunt Tudi's grill. He's usually all up in my grill, but I sit closer to the door, and he wants no part of being anywhere near the storm. This is just fantastic that we're having a storm, though. It'll help cool things down a tad. Last I heard, the apparent temperature was 93 but, with the humidity, it felt like 103. This place is cursed.


Jul. 20th, 2010 04:29 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Dr. Who Boogie)
Aunt Tudi and I went over to [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake's abode this morning so I could get her to witness a document sent to me from SC Vocational Rehabilitation. It's a release form allowing my case examiner access to my medical records. I had to sign and date the document, fill in some information like my street address and phone number, and they also wanted a witness to attest that s/he knew me by signing the paper and leaving a phone number. She was happy to be my witness and I was happy to finally get to meet one of her cats, River. He has a stumpy tail like Smidgen, but he can move his. Her other cat, Storm, is a shy and moody Tortie, so no luck on meeting her. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake was my first choice because her last name isn't Evans and she knows me...boy does she know me! We've been friends now for twenty years. It's hard to believe. We have pretty much a lifetime of memories stashed on our mutual behalf now. Anyway, we had a good, albeit short, visit before heading to Spartanburg so Aunt Tudi could give blood for some lab work Dr. Ebrahim wanted. Her potassium is a little on the high side so they're wanting to keep a close eye on it.

We got everything we needed to do done today and got in early before the worst heat of the day came to kick our butts. The heat over the next few days is going to be scorching with high humidity. God, just kill me now.


Jun. 16th, 2010 09:35 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Nathor)
For the first time in a long time, I experienced a magickal moment. It was during a rainstorm at Wal-Mart. I was walking out to the car, ahead of Aunt Tudi, and the wind blew the rain in my face. It made me feel like a true Earthling, a creature of this wondrous planet, engaged completely in the phenomenon of rain. I lifted my face to meet the rain as it blew and swirled around me and lifted my palms to embrace the feeling. The feeling was one of the most intense ones I've felt in a very long time and I praised Emshi'shan'ha for her blessing me with it. I'm a huge believer in spontaneous magick, the kind that lifts you out of the mundane and shows you the beauty of the world around you. I'm making a promise to myself to dance in the rain more often, to feel the leaves of the trees and grass, to thank the world for having me. I promise to celebrate the fact that I am an Earthling.

Stormy Day

May. 31st, 2010 08:46 am
tinhuvielartanis: (Cadmus Wrath)
I've been awake since 3:50. Yes, I've been out of the Zyprexa for a few days and my body is going back to it's crazy schedule of little to no sleep. Instead of twirling like a British Petroleum drill, I decided to go ahead and get up, maybe write a little. I'm already 2000 words into today's 3000 word goal. The characters have chosen some odd routes and partnerships. Kelat and Cadmus found themselves on the same Virgin flight to New York City. Thiyennen and Eve have decided to join Dmitri and Ishtar on their road trip from Asheville to NYC. Rebekah and Mephistopheles are flying into NYC from Iraq. And Agatha, with the Augury of Gideon in tow, is flying into NYC with Orphaeus Cygnus. And what is drawing them all to the Big Apple? The spirit of Faust, aka Kallum McCreary. We're gonna have ourselves an old-fashioned resurrection right in the heart of SoHo. As Kallum would say, it's gonna be the berries.

Anyway...there's really not much going on with me other than the writing. Today is stormy, messing with a lot of Memorial Day hoo-ha, but I'm not concerned with any of that. Smidgen has decided that the safest place on Earth is behind the toilet when it storms. Poor thing is making herself a lightning rod and she doesn't even know it. Aunt Tudi got up, got her medicine, got her insulin shot, and is now lying back down and snoring. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't envious. Instead of sleeping, I think I'm gonna watch Dr. Phil and try to stir up a little hatred, so I can write Cadmus sufficiently well later on. Like me, he's been suffering from insomnia, and he's not handling it nearly as well as I am. But that's Cadmus for you.
tinhuvielartanis: (Snow)
First off, a big THANKEE to [livejournal.com profile] brujah for the bear hug. You can see it on my profile page. I could use all the bear hugs I can muster right now. I'm a raw nerve ending as I wait to hear the verdict on The Chalice. If the response is a positive one, I will consider myself incredibly lucky, having so many talented and capable people come to my aid at precisely the perfect time. And some say there's no such thing as divine intervention. If everything works out to my satisfaction, I most assuredly won't squander the good will and kindness of those who've offered me a hand. Having been on the other end of that sorry situation, I will never knowingly or willingly throw that kind of grief on another person.

We finally got snow. Not ice, not freezing rain or sleet, but full-blown, fluffy, lovely snow. There is nothing more peaceful or sacred than the sound of snow falling upon itself at night. It's like the Earth is whispering herself to sleep. Of course, Duncan receiving so much snow in such a short period of time (I see a good 7 inches in my yard) is surely a sign of the Alpaca Lips. The End Is Coming and it looks like this.

I may go out later on and build a snow thing. It may not be a man or a woman, thus the thing cognomen. If I do, of course, pictures shall be taken.

In the meantime, I need to get with Editor Supreme [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh and have more of the 3rd draft Chalice sent to me to do a final read through just in the event Sophie wants more. It's never a bad thing to be a bit ahead of the game. ::nods::

Happy Snowpocalypse!
tinhuvielartanis: (Dark Doubt)
I find it frustrating that, for the first time in the history of the Cliffs of Insanity, I'm having to filter certain posts. This has always been a public blog and I hope that, eventually, it will become that way again for the most part. I've had to set some entries to private because I can't not write about what's going on in my life, yet I can't let people read what I'm writing about. It's distressing because I am, for the most part, a very open person. I don't like hiding. I don't appreciate insincerity, hypocrisy, or other such unpleasantness that can often be associated with the worst examples of humanity. Since I've never been a big fan of humanity in the first place, the worst examples hold a special place of perturbation in my eyes. What's even worse is when I let such individuals into my realms and find that, like a barnacle on a whale's arse, they're nigh to impossible to rid myself of them.

And that makes me angry at myself. Because I was fool enough to allow these people any access to my life to begin with, I'm now having to suffer their intolerability indefinitely. The situation is dire and untenable. And I have only myself to blame. I've suffered so much unwarranted abuse over the past few months and I've searched my life over the past few years to see if maybe Karma might be involved here. I have found nothing to merit such foulness. I'm still in the process of sorting out the situation. The more I'm forced to dwell on it, the more infuriated I become. If anger makes a better Sith, I'm the best Sith in the galaxy, this one or the other one that's far, far away. My rage has been sufficiently honed.

I am once again behind on my email. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for me to do everything I need or want to do. One of my problems is focus. Fibro Fog has been a serious issue for me of late and this doesn't amuse me in the least. One thing that did seem to help that condition was my consumption of a couple of Arizona Rx Energy Fast Shots the other night. No, I didn't drink two at one sitting. I paced them out over the course of a few hours. I needed to be awake and alert that night, and I needed my faculties. I got everything I needed out of that, but I am not making a habit of drinking energy drinks. First of all, despite the herbal base of such concoctions (extreme caffeine notwithstanding), I don't think they're very good for you. They serve a purpose when one needs to remain on one's toes but, other than that, it's a poor substitute for overcoming Fibro Fog naturally. It's just something I have to deal with in my own way and without the risky effects of energy elixirs. That's not to say I won't get more Arizonas if the need arises, given similar situations like the other night. I'm just not going to Do Whacka Do on a regular basis.

Even though I have signed up to participate in NaNoWriMo, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not win this year; however, that's not to say I won't succeed in my goal. There are two reasons I signed up for NaNo. The main reason was to challenge myself to finish The Blood Crown. Even though I doubt I'll reach my 50k goal required by NaNo to win, I'm pretty certain I'll come close to completing the second installment of The Vampire Relics. I've created a Facebook group for the Relics and will probably create an LJ comm for them as well. When I do this, I'll be deleting [livejournal.com profile] chalice_novel. [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh is going to be editing The Chalice, which will go up in installments in the new Vampire Relics community. She's currently editing "The Sainted Confessor," which is a huge chunk of The Blood Crown. That'll be the first thing to go up in the FB group, but it won't appear in the community over here until The Blood Crown is complete.

I won't win NaNo this year because The Joker Blogs is still going on and will continue past Samhain. I was under the impression the series would end at Halloween. This has been extended. I don't know when the series will end now. Who knows? The current series may end and then another may begin? That's total speculation on my part maybe just a wee tad of wishful thinking. Either way, when I committed to help Dude with my own odd brand of PR, I did so for the long haul or until he tells me to walk the plank. I can't turn away from my duties to TJB for the entire month of November. I don't feel right doing it. It's not who I am to make a commitment, then just wander off for a little while when I might be needed to do what I promised I would do. So I'll be balancing NaNo and TJB in November and that means writing 50k words in 30 days might not be the most realistic goal in the world.

Is it doable? It might be. I'm going to give it my all. I'll give my all to both projects. But some things, like email, may be neglected as a result. Best to leave me messages on my posts here or reach out to me on Facebook or Twitter. That's not to say I won't write you back if you send me an email. I'm just saying it may take a while. When you have no mind to wrap around all the things you're doing, life in general gets a little convoluted.

Speaking of email, I got an email notification of a comment posted to my You Tube channel. It says: Tinhuviel...WOW! I knew you from your Shriekback yahoogroup back about 10 years ago! Not sure if I was Lilly Tilly, Sierra Bloom or Heide (or was I meengreens) in those days, LOL

I read an awesome story of yours back then, something very Vampirish, with a man remindful of B. Great stuff... just found your name on a... what else? ... Shriekback video!

How freaky-cool is that? I remember HeideHo very well. We had some very cool astrological conversations, mainly about B's chart, which is oddly almost identical to mine, even though our birthdays are almost 11 years apart and we were born in extremely different locales. Guess that's one reason why we've always kind of grokked on both a spoken and unspoken level. I left a comment on Heide's YT channel and I've friended her. If I'm not mistaken, she's a Canadian. I love Canadians. It's good to reconnect to people with whom you've lost touch. I gathered quite a network of unique and talented souls when I went searching for fellow Shriekback fans in the hope of rallying a revival of the band. That goal was met and produced some wonderful friendships, inspired creations by fans, and surreal encounters (like my visit with B in 2006). There's nothing I love more than to be an active part of a group of souls coming together for a common purpose and, as a result, Making Things Happen. Yes, that's capitalised for a reason. It's that important. And it always thrills me when souls that may have drifted apart, find their way back to one another. Now, if only Me'Shel'le would emerge from her hidey-hole...

I'm about 1/3 of the way through another Date story, this one called "The Artist's Date," and is a sort of 'thank you basket' to [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker for the lovely art she's so far contributed to The Vampire Relics. It's your typical Joker Date Night tale with the 3 rules to be followed strictly: 1) A Heath Ledger Reference, 2) An original scar story, and 3) the Date dies. There were a few special requests for this particular date since it is, after all, [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker's date. She's a horror nut and is truly looking forward to being murdered by J. This is not to say I want her dead in any way, shape, or form, but her wish is my command and J's absolute pleasure. Not sure where this will fit in the chronology, but Sidney's alive, so it's definitely after "The Nun's Date," where he was introduced. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned that Sidney is based entirely upon Sidney Poitier, who starred in Lilies of the Field. That was my paternal grandmother, Granny's all-time favourite film and, since it has to do with nun's it just made sense to me to connect this movie with "The Nun's Date" and introduce a little grounding energy to Joker's madcap existence. And I'm probably going to hell for making such a connection. Yet another reason I should be preparing my handbasket now. I'm truly racking up the Hell points these days...trust me.

After I finish "The Artist's Date," I'm making a bit of a departure in J-fic Land and am going to try my hand at writing Joker as a woman. Why? Well, it's another "thank you basket," this time to [livejournal.com profile] acook, who did a fantastic reading of a portion of "The Sainted Confessor." Over time, she's been creating a costume tailored just for her and her version of Joker. No, she's not dressing as Joker or as a girl trying to be Joker. No no no, it's not that simple. No. [livejournal.com profile] acook has defined herself as Joker, had Joker been female all along. [livejournal.com profile] acook is Femme Joker. That said, I'm going to attempt a fic based on that concept. I have no idea what it's going to be like and it will mean introducing yet another J into my already crowded head, but I think it'll be worth it. To give an idea of what Femme Joker is all about, I present this snappy little video. Prepare to get your Romany on.

While we're talking J-fic, I want to scream from the hilltops that the third chapter of The Endgame is available for reading. I can't stress enough how you really should be reading this fiction. It only gets better with each subsequent chapter, so you're destined to be hooked and happy for it. Here's the link to the third chapter, entitled Epiphany. [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze is truly a rare talent in writing and her ability to bring life to her characters, even those who aren't originally hers, is uncanny. When I read her Joker, I can hear him in my head. I love it when that happens and, therefore, I love Soph's story. You should read it, I'm telling you. It's not just good Joker fanfiction, it's good fiction period. And I need to finish my picture of Claire that I began ages ago. Like I said...not enough hours in the day for everything I want and need to do. But it'll happen, every...last...bit... Or heads will roll. And that'll be fun too.

I'm surrounded by talented people for the most part. Some who think they have me surrounded also think they're talented. They should think better of it. But that's another rant for another day. For now, I'm just gonna sit here and be grateful for talented friends who allow me to tag along.

I think that certainly should be enough from me. At least for now. I'm around these parts, just lurking, watching and observing. I'd never desert you guys...unless offered plenty of money. Hee! I'm gonna try to doze a little now. Then it's back up to write some more. It's 33 degrees here right now. Unprecedented.
tinhuvielartanis: (j-tunes)
I have a distinct insensitivity to heat and cold, but especially cold. This is a symptom of Fibromyalgia. Even in the Summer, I usually keep cold hands and feet, and that's a feat here in the Armpit of Hell.

Today has been our first cool day. It's actually in the 50s right now. After 75-80+ degree weather every day, this is quite a shock to the system, especially my system...and I had to go out in it to get mine and Aunt Tudi's monthly prescriptions, or we would have woken up dead tomorrow. That said, this is my only mildly enhanced account of my errand.

I put on every pair of socks I own and they still frosted over. I put on three pairs of underwear, four pairs of pants, seven tee shirts, two flannel shirts, a scarf, a toque, gloves (Isotoner!...not really) and my glasses. I got my iPod, my car keys, the money for the meds, and various protective amulets, and I ran screaming out of the house into the misty, rainy wasteland that is the Armpit of Hell in October. I didn't even hesitate to open the gate. I leapt over it like a gazelle in heat and landed squarely in my car without memory of having unlocked it or opened the door.

Hooking up the iPod with numbing digits, I threw on some angry crunk tunes, and did a wheelie out of the driveway. Before I could even go to the drug store, I had to drop by the post office first. I skidded into a parking spot and shouted, "Like a ga-love!" at the fearful moon faces that turned in my direction. I flew from the car, ran in, checked the mail box and expressed my extreme displeasure at the amount of junk mail by threatening the closest postal worker I could find. Before the angry employee could pull out her arsenal to take me out, I hauled ass out of there and departed the post office, my tires squealing satisfactorily.

In less than five minutes, I was at the drug store. The nice lady asked me my name and I asked her who wanted to know before I realised she needed that in order to get the meds. "Oh what you must think of me," I joked, quoting Mr. Horse before we found out he was a walrus hostage-taker and latex abuser. The nice lady gave me the prescriptions and thanked me very nicely. I threw the money at her, screaming obscenities in her general direction as I sped off because, by then, I was Fast and Furious at having my window down long enough to lose all feeling in my extremities. By that my brain was beginning to freeze as well, and not from anything pleasant like a Slurpee (God forbid we have 7-11's here, that might make the people...happy), so I took things up a notch and stopped for no one.

On my way home, I squished one tortoise, three cats, two dogs, a moose, Bigfoot, two teenagers in love, 7,586,998,511 amoeba, the village idiot, three small children (I had to detour into their yards, but it was worth the time taken), eleven chipmunks, six squirrels, 2 winos, and a partridge in a pear tree. Aunt Tudi screamed with horror at all the blood, hair, and bits of bone clinging to my car as I shrieked to her to shut her pie hole and open the door, I was coming in fast! She quieted down and forgot about the car when I presented her with a pear I got off the pear tree. Throwing the prescriptions against the wall in a fit of nihilistic what-the-fuckery, I retreated to my love seat and fleece throw. And here I sit attempting to get warm. So far it hasn't worked.

I was gone for 25 minutes. Duncan will never again be the same.

All of this was true. Every word.
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