Cadmus said....

"The scars I carry are Spirit Wounds, but they are what crafted the being you see now. I have unlimited power because I am not anchored down by the frailties of emotion. I was born in blood and pain, I grew and learnt in blood and pain, and it is blood and pain in which I shall bathe the world. I have endured torments you cannot yet imagine. I have climbed mountains to attain greatness in body and spirit. I have dug to the depths of the Earth to learn the secrets of Creation. I have flourished on the Blood of my people and the blood of legends. I have slept in the arms of the Infernal and walked a path of hopelessness. I dwell in Nothing and Nothing dwells in me. My god is Castigation and I am the hand of god."

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Stuff and Crap and Other Bits and Bobs

Tomorrow the grass must be cut. I have my doubts that what's growing in our yard is grass, though. We've had so much rain this season, our lawn is starting to look suspiciously like a lagoon (not of the Blue variety). I bet I could make a killing selling fresh aquatic plants to hapless tropical fish aficionados. The plants even sway slowly like underwater vegetation. Well, all of them except of course the newly sprouted mushrooms. Man, I'm hoping for a big ole (ooops, Southernism!) Faerie Ring like what we had last year. That just rocked. It was about 18 feet in circumference and was comprised of 76 'shrooms. Yes, I counted them.

Speaking of Southernisms, Llew laughed his arse off at me the other day when I proceeded to show my 'confederate' colours and blurt out "You mash that button", referring to what button, I cannot now remember, but it was a button that needed 'mashing' nonetheless. Only in the South do people mash buttons. Everywhere else, they're pushed or pressed. But nooooo! Not in the South! We abuse our buttons here. We mash them just like we mash our potatoes. What's worse? Mashed potatoes or whipped potatoes? I guess it depends on the potato. Surely the BDSM spuds prefer a sound whipping, whereas the Monster spuds like to be mashed. Of course, only people who know any damned thing about 'The Monster Mash' would have gotten that lousy pun.

Llew is supposed to come over today; however, he got the recumbant trikes today and may still be in the passionate throes of assembling them. I may not see him for days!

I'm about halfway through the first Harry Potter book and I'm enjoying the book much more than I did the movie. Stephanie just recently bought the whole collection, so I'm bumming them from her. It had become apparent to me that I was the last living soul on the planet who had not read these books, discounting dprescott. He's on his own now. Anyway, if JK Rowling is not a Witch, I'll eat Book of Shadows. 'Nuff said.

I'm about halfway through dubbing a tape of all the Shriekback video material I have for this dude in NY. It occurred to me that I hardly ever watch these videos anymore and I think I know why: it's very strange for me to watch a man I used to seriously swoon over (and still do admittedly) now that I've gotten to know him on a moderately personal level. To be honest, it really quite freaks me out and I get this odd, not-quite-real sensation. It's kind of a lightheaded, goofy feeling. Although not wholly unpleasant, it has taken away a bit of the joy. I think this is a perfect example of the cliche, "Ignorance is bliss." Barry is still damned fine to look at though, so I can't help but steal a peak or three as the video runs. Ooh-la.

That's it for now. I'm signing off and working on B's journal, then heading off to bed early so I can be Potter-fied.