Halloween, a Little Early

For the people that are wondering about refrences to Dagon, Cthulhu, and other monsters/gods that cause chaos and babbling about death and dying, I give you "The Complete Works of HP Lovecraft". You see, Lovecraft never copywrighted his work, and therefore, Cthulhu can be used by any writer that has the whim to insert his awful highness into any of their horrible tales. To get a good sense of the mystery, I suggest reading "The Call of Cthulhu".

And then, when you are through, a nice glance at Hello Cthulhu is always an uplifting experience.

Rolling Boil

I'm currently listening to: Linkin Park's "Breaking the Habit" on LAUNCHcast

It's been a while since "Little Moueska Nature Girl" decided to remind me why I need to get out more often. Well, she caught up with me today. A warm wind, buffeting the trees and nearly knocking me over forced me to stretch my arms wide open and feel its strong- embrace? Closest word that I can think of... That's when she attacked, and from then on, I was at her mercy.

She had me glance up at the sky while still feeling the warm breezes coupled with cool jets. The sky? Ominous. Pure white and deep gray cotton candy. After staring for a minute with a stoplight in the way, I had to get a better view. And I knew just where to get it.

Leaning against the stoplight, I could see the clouds above thrashing, ripping, rejoining, reforming, twisting, turning, and melting into each other in fragments. For a second, I almost swore I saw a tornado forming. Lighting flashed across the sky, thunder rumbled not far off- I wished I could stay there forever. It was an experience I wouldn't have given up for anything.

But now I'm inside, and the rain keeps me here until my class at 5:30. Not that I mind. I just have a little bit of jogging to do with water trickling down my back. Now that's gonna be fun.

Fear me, Love me, Do as I Say and I will be your Slave...

Through dangers untold,
and hardships un-numbered,
I have fought my way here to the castle
beyond the Goblin city,
To take back the child that you have stolen
For my will is as strong as yours,
and my kingdom as great...You have no power over me.

Labyrinth was well worth the rental, especially to see David Bowie like that... despite all rumors circulating about. And after watching that late-night screening of The Dark Crystal at the Tivoli, I have only one thing to say.

Here's to the late, great Jim Henson- a genious in puppetry, wizardry, and magical storytelling... You were truly the best.

Getting Something Off My Chest

(Or, yes... they do use the rest of the alphabet)
I'm currently listening to: Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' cover of "I sing the Body Electric" on LAUNCHcast

This is for all the girls out there. Guys, scram... see you next post.

All of my friends know that I wear an unusual size. I go into Victoria's Secret, and they kick me out. Why? I'm an F, or in other terms, a triple D. Naturally.

So I have to ask, since men have declared that they prefer their women with racks that boast a C or D, why should only the first four aphabetic letters be the only ones able to wear the fun bras? You know the kinds that I'm talking about... the black ones with orange flames, or cow print, or the cherry bra/thong set.

When there's nothing short of a leather boustier, or too-tight cups from Fredrick's of Hollywood, who does a woman turn to? Well, I've still got time to figure that one out.

In the meantime, I'm relying on Monica of Wapsi Square to keep me hanging on and praying for a lacy thing that fits at Frederick's.

I Never Thought I'd See the Day...

I'm currently listening to: "Just Like You" Three Days Grace

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you...

Allright. I wasn't going to do this, but I have no choice. Spamming of the comments is not allowed. Troll feeding is not allowed, and trollable comments will be shot on sight. Random comments are allowed, within reason. Opinions are allowed, and, of course, rants are allowed. People who know me know the difference. Cthulhu's Campaign Manager, for example, has caught onto the slightly/rather nontopic rants that are tolerated. Oh, and of course, if you have something insightful and interesting to say- or nothing to say more than "I agree/disagree", it is always appreciated and welcome.

As Drac had said earlier- if you don't like my blog, don't read it. But don't sit here and spam my comments either. You aren't going to prove that you're "cool", "rockin", or "Fuckin awesome" to us by writing like you have been. Actually, I don't think that there is a way to prove to anyone here that you're cool at all.

To Sparkling Grape Juice... a Toast!

(Hic) Yesh, I had schampaine at the wedding... but only a li'le bit. Then Drac left, and I commite-ed the resht o' my even'in to a bottle of sparklin' grape juisch. (Hic)

More later. I go schleep now.

Nigthy-night!

P. S. Congratulations Kay and Big Daddy! I love you guys!

Does It Get More Surreal Than This?

I'm currently listening to: "Normal Days" on LAUNCHcast

I've been waking up in a new house for just about five days now. To be perfectly honest, it's rather strange. I'd love to say that it's just like getting into a new dorm- but I don't know what that's like. I have a new stepbrother that I see when he rolls out of bed at about noon or so and jumps on the computer. I have a new stepsister, who I share a bathroom with. (Ah, the people that I have to find aliases for.)

Big Daddy has been trying to make a good impression on us kids... he's sleeping downstairs on the couch while Kay is sleeping in the Master Bedroom. Of course, that's only going to last until the wedding. I'm sure that Dad'll be happy to use a normal alarm to get up for work instead of his cell.

Meantimes, Tarrith leaves about mid-morning or so to visit his girlfriend, but is usually back by the afternoon. The stepsister usually leaves about nine or so to hang with her friends until she stumbles in at two or so. The two of them will be leaving for college soon... Tarrith staying at the house until after the fall season, the latter opting to stay on campus, although she's technically in town.

And me? I'm just here, enjoying the 700 working channels on our digital cable, the wireless internet on my laptop, the phone calls from my friends and Drac, and feeling like this is the closest I've had to a vacation all summer.

You know, life is good.

Way late

In the shuffle of the move, I forgot to post a birthday message for Big Daddy and Tarrith! Their birthdays were the 27th and 21st respectively. There wasn't nearly as much cake as usual, and I don't think there was more than one candle between the two, but Macaroni Grill was a nice way to spend an evening.

And Dad's present- getting us into the new house. Hey, if he's okay with missing out on the cake...

Happy Birthday, you young'uns you!

And Tarrith, welcome to the adult population. (Or is it voting population?) At eighteen, you can legally drink, vote, gamble, and generally have a good time in Las Ve- Oh, yeah. The fun starts when you're 21 or so. For now all you can do is filch liquor and buy lottery tickets. Heh, sorry 'bout that. I'm sure you'll find ways to have fun. And if you get around to that road trip, I want pictures!

Huzzah!

It is so good to have friends. You all rock. Thank you for your kind words and support- and for keeping me from removing the comments option from all further posts... memberwise or anon.

And because I refuse to waste another entire post on that poor, poor troll that seems to be hanging around under my bridge:

Look! A Cthulu Plushie! Evil was never this cute!