The Cliffs of Insanity

It has been repeatedly NOT SAFE on Facebook today. Even experienced a brief conversation on my 'Phoenician' video. Was gonna seriously write on 'Star Watcher' and even 'The Braid,' but my reality keeps being canoodled with and keeping my psyche in an uproar. This combined with the Absinthe scene in Deceiver has put a dent in my sanity today.

That said, I'm going to the 10:30 screening of The Raven tonight. Because I want to. And I can.

He's back.

I will never get to sleep in peace.

I just realised that, every time I see certain souls on Facebook, I leave. Like Laurence Fishburne in Event Horizon. I just click close and wait for the storm to pass.

I'm such a phobic idiot.

**EDIT** And I just did it again. But why the HELL is he up at 4 in the blasted morning? ... wait... O_O

I don't believe him. I don't believe the Tom Hardy that's on FB is a fan. I think it's actually him. I just have that feeling. I'll keep poking and prodding until I find out the truth but, for now, I'm assuming I'm in contact with the real deal. Sometimes mysteries can be a big pain the in arse.

I blame Barry and his Brother Alexander Leviticus Stick for my paranaoia.

The Vamire Relics: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Duncan-SC/The-Vampire-Relics/118772634824982

Fey Publsishing: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fey-Publishing/110736605619417

Enjoy and join in on the fun to come!

There's a sign at a mechanic's shop in downtown Spartanburg that says "Eric says: honk if you're wearing clean underwear." I'd give anything to get a picture of this, but I keep forgetting about it before it's too late to get my camera out. I may have to drive to Spartanburg for the sole purpose of getting a photo of this sign. Funny thing is, no one ever honks. Does this mean no one in Spartanburg has on clean underwear? Of course, I don't honk either, even though my undies are so clean, they're spiff.

Speaking of signs, there's a new daycare in Duncan called Grins and Giggles. The sign out front is white with red lettering. I am so tempted to sneak over there in the night, paint over the Grins with white and replace it with the word Shits. "I take my son Fred here to Shits and Giggles Daycare!" It reminded me of when the shaved ice stand in Duncan had their "Hawaiian Shaved Ice" sign altered to read "Hawaiian Shaved Pussy." That was bloody priceless right there.

I'm slowly constructing the playlist for The Augury of Gideon. I've been bantering around in the brain pan about possible chapter names too. Here's what I've come up with so far.

1. The Violent Inquisition


2. The Mortal Paladin
(this would be the chapter into which I'll be injecting my Agatha short story "The Shroud.")

3. Defeated Dragon


4. The Found Path


5. Said the Child to the Mother


6. The Final Reunion

This writing two books at the same time is actually kind of fun, if not a little frustrating. The rewrites on The Blood Crown are going to be ridiculous because I wrote a lot if it in stream of consciousness whilst whacked out on Monster coffees. I'm hoping Augury won't be as difficult on gunslingaaahhh.

I just witnessed Aunt Tudi kick a news bee's ass out of the front door. I mean literally, she booted his fat ass out. He looked back at her resentfully and said "kiss my ass next time, byotch." Yes, I speak bee and he was rather vociferous regarding his poor treatment as a guest in our home. Now, if gypsyboy70 had been here, he would have screamed like a leetle gurrl and passed flat out. He doesn't like bees. Why are so many of my friends and acquaintances afraid of bugs? I don't get it. Now, if they feared centipedes and millipedes, I could understand that, because those things are hellspawn from the planet EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK. But bees and spiders? Harmless. Mostly. Like Earth in The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy.

I've done my LJ and FB cuts. If you were one of them and want to protest, feel free. I'll add you back in a New York minute. But I don't see that happening 'cos the folks I said goodbye to were hardly active at all anyway. And I'm betting that some of them are actually grateful to be rid of me. I know I'm grateful to be rid of me when I get to sleep. Finally, some time away from myself!

Speaking of sleep, Zyprexa is helping me do that. It may kill me, but I was close to death because of not sleeping anyway. It's either take the Zyprexa or take walk in the river. Insomnia can make you want to do ungodly things, like commit suicide. If you're dead, you're sleeping the Big Sleep. I was taking that option quite seriously last week. As a result, I came really close to being hospitalised by the doctors at mental health until I explained to them that I am intractable when it comes to medication. When a couple of Advil would help a normal person, I have to take like four or six. It runs in the family to be this way too. So the doctor gave me the next to the largest strength of Zyprexa. The first night I slept 13 hours. Second night, 7. Consecutive nights have me averaging about 5 or 6, but that's 5 or 6 more hours than I was getting and I'm achieving REM 'cos I remember having dreams. I wish I could remember the dreams, but I know I'm having them. I may have to write a love poem to Zyprexa.

There's something I've been needing to do for a while and I may just do it this evening. I need to take down the Joker posters and stash them away as a moment of short-lived blissful memorabilia. In their place, I'll be mounting on the wall a Shriekback poster from the Go Bang! era. How I'm going to sleep with Barry looming over me is yet to be surmised. We'll see how well the Zyprexa does after the poster shuffling has been achieved. And yes, there will be a picture made. God help us all.

In closing, I am hungry and want lamb koorma with naan immediately, but I'll settle for a peanut butter sammich.

Okay, update. Psych finally listened to the fact that I am intractable and do not react normally to teentsy doses of anything. They just make me miserable. So she prescribed me Zyprexa with the warning that I could gain weight. What's the point in being pudgy and dead from lack of sleep? So I could be sabotaging my gastric bypass, but I either sleep or I'm dead. Last night, I slept for thirteen hours. I feel like James Bond poisoned my drink, shaking it beforehand, never stirring.

I'm writing again. I wrote a tad bit on The Blood Crown and the preface to The Augury of Gideon, both of which can be found here and on Facebook. I'm also preparing to update the Shriekhistory for the new Electric Facepage on Facebook. If you haven't joined, please do so. I sent a sackload of invitations to folks on FB, most of whom joined. Barry then made the comment on his FB that he was pleased with the burgeoning membership. He doesn't know I was behind it.

I outed Scott McClure as the primary anchor for Faust and James McAvoy for the anchor for his mortated form of Kallum McCreary. This character has more anchors than a soul who suffers from dissociative personality disorder, which is funny, since I never planned for him to be a main character. He was a plot device. Then again, so was Cadmus at one point.

I'm crushing bad on someone right now. It's happened periodically in the past few years. This is something I work on diligently never to happen, but it still does at times and it distresses me when it does. It pisses me off, alarms me, and makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I know I would never have a chance with this person and I never ever want to endanger the friendship, so I just gripe, which one of the things I do best.

Tonight, when I get home, I'm going to try to write more. I may end up writing The Blood Crown and The Augury of Gideon simultaneously. The two main songs driving my urge to write these is "Gin-Soaked Boy" by the Divine Comedy and "Feels Like a Planet" by Shriekback. This is going to drive me mad...as mad as Gideon. ,

You people who may be interested, I've updated the Joker Blogs quiz on Facebook. If you have a FB and want to know your mental malfunction as associated with an episode of the Joker Blogs, you should skadoodle on over and take it.

Do you doubt?

Do you have doubt?

Do you have such doubt?

Then you may have found a home with us on Facebook. Don't try to understand it. Just read my personal intro from over there:

Hello.

I'm Sithster Tinhuviel Artanis and I have such doubt.

This community was started because our little mascot here, my dog Toby aka Sister Ubiquita, chewed a hole in his blanket and, on the night Aunt Tudi and I watched the movie 'Doubt,' decided to stick his head through the hole, making himself look like a little nun.

When I saw him sitting there in his wimple and habit, I told Aunt Tudi, "Toby has such doubts."

I relayed this story to Sister Jilldo and Sister Megs, who both died of laughter, then returned to join me on Skype so that we could destroy every Joker quote in the 'The Dark Knight' with ..... DOUBT.

We plan on doing the same with other movies and forms of media (including The Joker Blogs because I'd have it no other way), and we welcome you to join us in the insanity and.... DOUBT.

My personal doubt is that I'm sane at all anymore. I think this tipped me right over the edge.

Now you know.

Explore the community, especially the pictures, where you'll fine a couple of photos of Toby as Sister Ubiquita of Our Lady of the Fuzzy Knuckles. That should make it all clear to you, especially you, paisleydaze. The only thing I can't explain is why Joker hasn't donned the habit...yet. Maybe he's still recovering from the nurse uniform. I don't know. If luvthyjoker has her way, he may end up in the habit before you can say Bob's your Uncle (or even Joe).

I'm sure with this post, everyone on my friends list has doubts.....about me. I don't blame you. I'm with you there 100%.

God bless.