I've been tagged so many times, I look like Lene Lovich in her "New Toy" video

Set 1.
List 3 things that bug you - things that others may find trivial. Then tag 6 of your friends.

1: Being smarter than my "superior"
2: Fat jokes
3: Humanity in general

Set 2.
List 3 things that make chocolate even better.

1: Peanut butter
2: Caramel
3: An endless supply

Set 3.
List 3 things you'd rather be doing than playing a game of LJ tag.

1: Sleeping
2: Driving to Asheville
3: Looking at Vin Diesel

AND

List five songs that you are currently rocking the living hell out of. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now.

Post these instructions, the artist, and the song in your blog along with your five songs.

1. Pope by Restaurant for Dogs


2. Only Thing that Shines by Shriekback


3. On the Turning Away by Pink Floyd


4. Beverly Hills by Weezer


5. Closer by NIN

Tagged?

primed
boba
xanadumalion
mystchainsister
trista
newsedition

GO!

Spirit Face and Cats

While I was waiting on Aunt Tudi at the Circle K yesterday evening, I took a picture of my key chain. Since 1988, I've had the same key chain. It's a wooden tiki sort of thing called a spirit face. One day, Todd and I were roaming through the local mall in 1988, perusing the wares of New Age peddlers who had converged for some New Age craft show thing. There was a Native American there selling spirit faces. He explained to us that all wood contains the spirit of the tree from whence it came and his art, Shamanic in nature, was the act of pulling out the visage of the spirit by means of carving. I was enthralled. I was also broke. But I found a key chain that spoke to me and that I could afford, so I bought it, and the rest is history. I don't know what I'd do without my spirit face key chain because I feel like it's a guardian of sorts for me. If I ever lost it, I'd probably drop dead.

( spirit face )

Also last night, I caught some fantastico shots of Smidgen and Shmoop. I'm beginning to wonder if they're the most photographed cats on Earth.

( meow, dammit )

This afternoon, I have to take them both to the vet for Smidgen's yearlies and Shmoop's final boosters. Fortunately, I have an appointment this time, so I shouldn't be spending half the night there. Here's hoping, 'cos all I really want to do is curl up and sleep with abandon.

Firsts and Lasts

Hijacked from misskitten77.

First best friend: Carl. He liked rubber insects and lizards just like I did, so we had lots in common and played like to wild children from Borneo
First car: 1973 purple AMC Gremlin with a yellow stripe and manual steering.
First kiss: The Harpist
First screen name: Tinhuviel
First funeral: I've never been to an actual funeral.
First album: Magical Mystery Tour by the Beatles
First pets: Cats Tom and Tingle and dogs Lobo and Teegray
First piercing/tattoo: Ears and the Triskele on my hand
First big trip: To California when I was an infant.
First time skiing: I'll let you know.
First concert: Some military marching band hooha when I was 9
First alcoholic drink: Maneschewitz wine at Temple
First ticket violation: Speeding like Keanu on bus 2525
First job: Order processor at what was then called the RCA Music Service.
First date: With the Harpist to the India Palace
First LiveJournal friend: sri3m. She gave me the invitation and the rest is history.

Last car ride: To work this morning
Last time you cried: Sunday
Last movie watched: Independence Day
Last food you ate: Peanut butter crackers
Last love: Llew
Last item bought: Pizza
Last annoyance: The Feudal Mistress
Last time wanting to die: The entire year of 2003
Last shirt worn: An Arvato Services tee shirt that swallows me whole yesterday. I'm wearing this shirt today.
Last concert: Dave Matthews Band back in June.
Last phone call: I talked to Aunt Tudi about 30 minutes ago.
Last time at the mall: Several months ago
Last friend you added on LiveJournal: ruby_unicorn just this morning.

So close....

Yet so far away. I fear I shall sink completely into madness before I am allowed to leave this Inner Ring of Gehenna. The work has petered out and all I'm left with is the routine harassment from the Feudal Mistress and the blatant stupidity of the music biz folks nationwide. And there's no way to avoid it. To top it off, I am PMS'ing and have little to no tolerance for people's ignorance and eagerness to be confrontational (it's odd how that always seems to go together, innit?). It's time for me to crawl off into my desired menstrual hut and shoot at people who come too close.

**EDIT**
And the Traffic person with whom I'm having to deal today is pushing me through the Gates of Insanity with great force and vigour. She's always been snippy and hard to get along with but, for the past two days, she has just really fucking pushed every button I possess. It's like she's trying to force me to give a shit and openly being exasperated when I refuse. My time here is almost to a close. I DO. NOT. GIVE. A. SHIT. and you can't make me. Just because they're keeping you doesn't mean that I have to be a loyal company person along with you. And if I have to hear you say proudly "Arvato Services" one more time when you answer your phone, I will be forced to walk over to your cube and crush your skull with one of my coconut avatars. Shut the fuck up already!
FYI, green_goblin70: I am referring to Camel Toe here.

Pimping It

misanthrope_inc has so far been extremely cathartic to my Inner Misanthrope. I strongly advise anyone with a bone to pick or a penchant for all matters homicidal to join up.

That is all...for now.

Email and Gary

I've transferred the last of my personal emails from my work inbox to my home address. All these comprised of my communications with Barry Andrews from 2003 and 2004. It still boggles what's left of my mind that we've been writing for five years. You'd think after that long, my phobia would be gone. Not so.

Earlier today, I got a vox mail from Gary telling me he'd beaten me to the punch on the unemployment front. That just totally sucks yak ass. Almost everyone I know is either already unemployed or will be soon. The only one who needs to be fired is that rat-bastard who's taken the White House hostage. Corporate America takes way too many liberties with the work force now and it's all Dubya's fault and the fault of his evil puppet masters. The Great Evil take them!

I have around 15 minutes left in The Pit. In commemoration, I shall post a picture of The Bald One. Oh yes.

( keyboard avatar )