Oct. 13th, 2003

tinhuvielartanis: (Shriekback)
No one move a muscle as the dead come home....

NEMESIS: Greek Goddess of divine anger, against mortals who offended the moral law, broke taboos, or achieved too much happiness and wealth.

Nemesis: (Greek) Goddess of divine anger and daughter of Night (the goddess Nyx), Nemesis is the instrument through which the gods punished those who grew too proud through wealth and fame, or who angered the gods. Her vengeance is inflexible and inescapable. As time went on, Nemesis gradually was softened into a kinder goddess of destiny, known as Adrasteia, "The Inevitable One", whom no one could escape. Adrasteia would bring sickness to those who abused their body and destruction to those parts of the earth we did not treat appropriately. Nemesis is also the goddess of law and retribution, often portrayed as a winged woman carrying a sword or whip and riding through the air on a chariot drawn by griffins.

Nemesis: Nemesis is the personification of divine vengeance. Happiness and unhappiness are measured out by her, determining that happiness was not too frequent or excessive. If so, she brings about losses and suffering. She is one of the assistants of Zeus.

The Greek goddess Nemesis carried an ash wand as symbol of divine justice. With it, she ensures that fortune (good or ill) is shared among all people and not only by the few. Nemesis is also called "Nemesis of the rain-makng ash" identified as Andrasteia, daughter of the sea-god Oceanus.

NEMESIS Also ADRASTEIA Goddess of destiny and inevitability, the repayment of sin and crime.

Why didn't I think of her before?
I can place it all in Her hands, change very little of my plans, and avoid the karma.

Had I not been listening to Shriekback.....
tinhuvielartanis: (It Girl)
Self-important, obstinate, swept away by the pride of wealth, they ostentatiously perform sacrifices without any regard for their purpose. Egotistical, violent, arrogant, lustful, angry, envious of everyone, they abuse my presence within their own bodies and in the bodies of others.

-Bhagavad Gita 16:17-18

WTF?

Oct. 13th, 2003 01:30 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (bondage gurl)
I just got a spam with the subject line of: Jizzle Dizzled for Shizzle on her Tizzles.

What the hell does that mean?
tinhuvielartanis: (bondage gurl)
I'm bored as all get out here at work. There's just nothing to do right now. Why can't we reach a happy medium around here instead of having periods of inhumane workloads followed by periods of mind-numbing boredom?

My grandmother says she's read my entire journal. I'm assuming that, since she wrote to tell me this, then proceeded to discuss other matters, that the journal didn't scare her. This could mean one (or more) of many things:

  1. She's a fruit loop like myself

  2. She has an iron constitution

  3. She thinks my apparent madness is all a big joke

  4. She's a covert operative in the CIA and was paid to maintain contact with a possible Enemy Combatant

  5. She's a masochist of the worst variety

  6. She is ignoring the negative rants and multitudinous ramblings, choosing to pay attention to the remaining .003% of the journal's contents



The world may never know....

An odd thing happened over the weekend that I just remembered. Steph, Aunt Tudi, and I went joy-riding on Saturday. We ended up at the Dragon's Treasure wherein I purchased a few items needed for future magickal workings. On the way back from Greenville, Steph had a bit of an accident and thought she'd spilled some liquid that had made contact with her rear. It as emergency pull over time, but the only place I could pull into was a Calvary Baptist Church parking lot. Now this is one of those churches that harbour women who wear only skirts and hair nets, and the men are just one chromosome away from dragging their knuckles. Stephanie jumped out of the car, turned around at Aunt Tudi's door, and bent over so Aunt Tudi could see if her butt was wet. Mind you, here we are in the parking lot of a charismatic church with occult supplies in the floorboard and one woman showing another woman her ass in broad daylight. Can we say "nervous", boys and girls?

There's a tree outside the office door that has bloomed little white flowers and they have an extremely strong, sweet aroma. I don't know what kind of tree it is, but the leaves look a lot like holly leaves. I may gather some of these flowers up this coming Saturday. It may be nice to have a naturally lovely scent permeating the proceedings.

Lately, I've been listening to a lot of Oingo Boingo. I don't care what anyone says, Danny Elfman is a genius. Anyone who can sing so wonderfully as Jack Skellington, write breathtaking movie scores like 'Batman', 'Edward Scissorhands', and 'Sleepy Hollow', and then front and write the majority of songs for one of the signature American New Wave bands of the 80's has got to be a genius!

Today's Boingo du Jour has been 'Dark at the End of the Tunnel'. The song 'Try to Believe' is a masterpiece. Just the finishing verse is enough to make a person's heart swell.
If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long
If you thought they went away, well you couldn't be more wrong
If I tell you there is something that we've lost but can retrieve
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe
You remember there's a dream that we long since put aside
With the toys that we discarded
And the tears we never cried
We could have had it once again, if we try baby try


And he sings it in Jack Skellington mode.

GENIUS

The Feudal Mistress plagues me so. She expects me to care about the people at Razor & Tie and I cannot. These "people" have aboslutely nothing good to say to me..EVER... In fact, one of them goes out of her way to complain about something almost every single day. I'm so close to telling them how truly unimportant their rinky-dink label is and how they are idiots for thinking that daily negative reinforcement will get them anything but a lower quality of service on my part.

The new Britney Spears song, featuring Madonna, is probably the most horrible chunk of noise I've ever heard in my complete un-life. Madonna should be caned by a professional from Singapore for lowering herself to participate in Britney's sonic road to hell.

Ooo! Look! Some work to do!
tinhuvielartanis: (It Girl)
Well, Weight Watchers is going to be an utterly humiliating experience, I can already see that. The 'leader' hands out coloured paper clips for every pound you lose. It's incentive enough to lose the horrid amount of weight I need to shed just to get enough paper clips to make a chain and use it to climb out the window and escape the condescending methods these people use to 'motivate' the fatties.

My membership pamphlet is for a 26 week period. How very convenient is that? Since all the 'leader' does is advertise other Weight Watchers products during the meeting and the insurance company stresses the Weight Watchers program in order to qualify for wls approval, I'm starting to get the distinct idea that these bedfellows are whoring each other out for mutual profit.

All I know is that it's going to be a long 6 months (+2 weeks) and, if Cigna or whatever insurance company I end up with won't cover the surgery after this latest blow to my dignity, then I'm gonna lose it. Not the weight ~ my mind. I'll crawl up in a tower with an AK47, do the deed, then hang myself with my paper clip chain. Maybe Alanis Morrissette can add a new verse to "Ironic" telling my sad story.

A desperate girl
With some kilos to lose
Climbed the local tower
In her new walking shoes
She blew folks away
In the hard driving rain
Then she hanged her fat self
With her Weight Watchers chain
And isn't it ironic
Don'tcha think?
A little toooo ironic
Yeah, I really do think.

That was pretty damned pathetic. Guess that's why I'm an office grunt instead of a songwriter.

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