Mercury

I stole this quiz from flutterbychild. She just set herself up to be burgled.







What Planet Are You From?


this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim

Collective Soul

I'd give my firstborn to have the DVD from whence this performance came. This is an amazing band with a wellspring of unbelievably beautiful songs. What would be groovy is if Collective Soul and Jeff Lynne collaborated on some music. Talk about heavenly sounds.

This song, "Compliment," is my favourite Collective Soul song. I strongly suggest anyone reading this entry obtain "Compliment" by any means necessary.

The Aching

A day doesn't pass that I don't miss England. But some days are worse than others. Today is such a day. The journey I made to England was more than a mere holiday. It was a religious pilgrimage, a trip to reconnect with old friends, and a quest to face and (at least try to) allay "ridiculous fears." May 2006 will forever reside in a precious sanctuary in my heart. I carry the treasure of England within me, kindling the flame therein for the time I can allow it to burn brightly upon my return to my true home.

Unlike a lot of people who travel to a "foreign" land, I suffered no culture shock in the least. It was like I fell naturally into the ebb and flow of life in England, and I actually had a harder time readjusting to life here in the States after only a week and a few days of being gone. Honestly, I'm still having adjustment issues two years after the fact. I was irreversibly changed by England and the experiences She gave to me. There's no way I'll ever be able to sufficiently repay falkenna for her opening her door to Aunt Tudi and me, making it possible for me to take a trip I would otherwise have been unable to take.

England is expensive, more so now than when Aunt Tudi and I visited, mainly thanks to the poor showing of American currency. There's no way I could have afforded to go had it not been for falkenna's abundant hospitality and her willingness to cart her wide-eyed friend hither and yon. To be able to take safe harbour in a wholly Pagan house was a true blessing in and of itself. And to meet and face my Greatest Fear whilst cradled in sacred space was incredibly fortunate for me.

The next time I go to England, it will be to stay. I've already decided on that. I'm not certain where I'll eventually settle, but I do know I'm welcome in a number of places (Brighton, Suffolk, Swindon, and London). I want to visit or revisit them all and connect to my friends, whom I consider also my family. More than likely, though, I'll probably find a permanent home in Wales, on the West Coast, where past life memories call out to me and make the aching for Home a tangible entity. I know that falkenna is keen on my visiting Scotland and I definitely have a need to go there, but Wales lives in me on a literal cellular level. When it's time to turn in, come the evening, I want to draw my shutters on a Welsh world.

For now, though, I have to see to my everyday duties of life and work toward that day when I say goodbye to America for good, returning to England to ease that ache of homesickness that never quite leaves me, and never will until my feet land once more on British soil.

Hermit

I can't save my quizzes and post them all in one big splorch from this computer, so readers are doomed to see each quiz individually, as I unmercifully spam my Friends List like the unmerciful spammer I am.

This one I stole from the lovely crystalsage.

( I vant to be alooone. )

I'm White

Your result for The Color Code Test...

Color Code: WHITE: The Peace Keeper

14% Red, 29% Blue, 43% White and 14% Yellow!

Here is the basics: For a more in depth analysis, I suggest you look up the Color Code, and take a more intensive test.

WHITE MOTIVE: PEACE

WHITE NEEDS: To feel good (inside), To be allowed their own space, To be respected, Tolerance.

WHITE WANTS: To withhold insecurities, Kindness, Independence, Contentment.

SUMMARY: Whites are motivated by peace. They will do almost anything to avoid confrontation. They like to flow through life without hassle or discomfort. Feeling good is even more important to them then being good. Whites need kindness. They resent being scolded. They dislike harsh words. They open up instantly to people who are kind, but Whites recoil from those who are hostile. Whites prefer quiet strength. they enjoy their quiet independence. This can often be perceived as bullheadedness. Whites like to keep a low profile. They like to be asked their opinions but they won't volunteer them. Whites are independent. Unlike Reds and Blues who want to control others, Whites seek only to avoid being controlled. They don't like to be pushed, and they can be fearsome when they finally "blow up." Whites are motivated by other peoples desires. They want suggestions however, not demands.

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Observations du Jour

Since my gbs, I've become slightly lactose intolerant. This doesn't bother me, really, but it does place those in my vicinity in quite a precarious position, especially if I ingest large quantities of dairy products. Milk-based foods are pretty much my favourite and a day doesn't go by that I don't shove something that came out of a cow into my face. Lately, though, I've been aggressively craving dairy, particularly cheese. The main source of my protein for the past 48 hours has been Aunt Tudi's extra sharp cheddar cheese. The cheese goes in and noxious fumes come out. Aunt Tudi now has a permanent green hue around the edges of her person. Even the dogs, who thrive on gnarly aromas, are avoiding me with enthusiasm. The only discomfort I've suffered from all this is having to maintain a modicum of civility at work instead of letting it rip like the natural woodland beast I am. By the time 2 PM rolled around, I felt like an over-inflated balloon on the verge of being pricked by a needle. I came home and that was it. Aunt Tudi and the critters have been done for, but I can now breathe easy and am currently having my supper, which consists of a large chunk of cheese and a handful of vegetable crackers. It wouldn't surprise me if Dubya sent his brute squad to my house to beat me senseless for being a weapon of mass destruction. Or maybe Al Gore would send over a herd of environmentally concerned hippies to chide me for eating another hole in the ozone layer.

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I need to wax my eyebrow. It's been April since I did anything with it and it has once again become my unibrow. A little bit of wax on the bridge of my nose and a stripe of wax underneath each side to give me that Elf arch should do the trick. It's just a matter of actually doing it. If I don't soon, I'll be featured in the next Geico adverts, griping about how Cavewomen are sheisted even more than Cavemen, and demanding a fresh plate of roast duck with mango salsa.

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If my name had been Erin Brokovich, I would have adopted "Go" as my middle name.

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Aunt Tudi taped a Law & Order: Criminal Intent that guest-starred Joan Jett. Now that Jeopardy is off, we're gonna watch that and, then, I'm crawling off to bed to gas myself into a stupour. Hopefully, I'll sleep better than I did last night, which sucked on the slumber front. If I could sleep as well at night as I do in the early morning, I'd be one well-rested and happy individual. Unfortunately, I don't. As soon as I really get into sleeping, it's time to get up and go to work. That's a sorry way to be, but such is life in the Insomnia Zone. Something tells me that I'm gonna sleep pretty good tonight.

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To encourage sleep, I'm going to read some before turning out the light. I checked out the book Hannibal by Thomas Harris from the library. I read it once before, back in 2001, on my way to NYC for the taping of ELO on VH-1 Storytellers. I got so caught up in the book that I almost missed boarding the plane back home in Detroit. I was sitting right there at the gate and didn't even hear the announcement that boarding had commenced. They made the last call for boarding when I realised I had like five minutes to make it on board. Imagine my chagrin had I missed my flight home and had to explain that I had lost myself in a book about a serial killer and cannibal wooing an FBI agent. I still get embarrassed by the thought of it, seven years after the fact. So, anyway, I'm rereading the novel since I just recently read Red Dragon and The Silence of the Lambs.

I love these books and I adore the character of Hannibal Lecter; however, there's one thing about Harris' writing style that gets my goat. The man has issues when it comes to keeping the story in tense. One sentence will be in past tense, then the next will be in present tense. I'm thinking this is intentional, and probably done for stylistic purposes, but it's frustrating for a grammatical purist like myself to see a published writer play fast and loose with the language, not that I'm a shining beacon of the Queens English by long shot. It just torques me that Mr. Harris is a successful published author whose novels have been committed to film when it appears as if he can't string two proper sentences together and keep them in a coherent time frame. And here I am fretting over my wee tale, certain that it'll be rejected for not adhering to the modern moratorium on so-called purple prose. Gah.