Brain Dumps and Mind Thumps

Tonight is a brilliant, warm night, there is a slight breeze, the stars are shining, the night is just blissful. This is NOT a night to leave the casita door WIDE FUCKING OPEN!! Which, of course, I did as I went to chat with my landlady which, I know, is never a short chat. So we're chatting for the better part of an hour before I get out and come back to my abode and the first thing I see is a little wolf spider trying to haul ass out of my place- I kill it. Satisfied I turn to close the door and HOLY MOTHER OF A FUCKING .... *ahem*... peanut.... there is this HUGE FUCKING SPIDER just chilling by a bookend on the floor! It's like an inch long, 1/2 an inch wide and just sitting there!!! Honestly, I think it was a baby tarantula, but AJ will tell me for sure tomorrow. So I spray that thing with bug spray and it took a good 5 minutes for that fucker to die. Normally I don't have a problem with tarantulas but jesus this one scared me. NEVER IN MY CASITA!!!!! Now I'm al

I don't know, everything feels wrong, off, sad and messed up, and yet oddly content. Just launched a flying lantern, that, plus this evenings rain made me feel better. but still, something feels wrong. which sucks because Doctor Who started today. to days to come, /ac

Worked at Girls Night Out, then got to walk around the area, it was fun, but I am exhausted. Time to play Assassins Creed 2, shower and go to bed. :)

            and we continue … Dreams The silver light of the full moon splashed across the glass windows of the Red Crescent hospital. It had been two months since the desecration of the small village to the west, but the time spent was good. The little baby girl would, by some miracle, live; even the doctors had been shocked after they learned of her birth and her birthplace. They had destroyed that village for a reason, Doc had told them and swore them to silence. He stayed with her as they provided medical attention, tests and healing aide to her and then finally located a family for her. She'll be safe, they assured Doc, she'll want for nothing. And he left. Now standing out in the warm night, the moon just risen over the mountains in the east he looked around, not knowing what next to do. The Red Crescent doctors had given him clothes, a blanket and some basic necessities in a bag which he slung over his shoulder and remembered a phrase from a book he'd once read a

        So I was working on my spreadsheet and I was thinking to myself, Doc, how did you get your name? Why are you called Doc? Shouldn't your name be Ricky or Bobby or Vincent? I am always partial to Liam myself. What do you look like? Then in my mind I see a tattoo of the old 15 th century plague doctor beak-masks with the red eyes on a shoulder surrounded with burns that look like they came from acid, or fire or… caustic soda- lye! Then it comes to me, he doesn't have a name… Snippet: How Doc got his name. "Why do they call you the doctor?" Doc stopped and pondered for a moment. "Years ago I was wandering up north, looking for someone, or something, I don't remember which." He shrugged, set his bag down on the ground and sat under a tree. "Anyways, so there I am, up in the heavily occupied north and I had no idea a war was raging. I walked into this town, not even a town really, more like a little village. The buildings were charred, the groun

Short story time, not sure how good this one is: 225: Use these words in your story: doctor, roll of film, stairwell, telephone. The streets of the city were empty in the late night. The power grid was failing on west side of the river and as the rain poured down it sizzled the scorched roads and created an eerie mist. "What are we going to do Doc?" a young girl asked the dark man crouched beside her. "I don't know Rozzi," he whispered. "But I'll protect you." "I know." She smiled at him, hugged an old stuffed animal rabbit and looked around the empty street. The awning above them was the only one still intact among the ramshackle buildings and it proved scant protection from the cold, bitter rain. Doc pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around Rozzi's small body. "Come on, we'll sleep in the old hotel up the street. We'll talk to the police tomorrow." "I don't like it there," Rozzi whispe

            Oops, I forgot to write yesterday, well, it was a busy day. I woke up with a slight hangover from the Burke Burlesque the night before which was pretty good. It felt strange going out on a Saturday and not being out to play pool, but it was nice. Little Bit was there and it was fun. So wake up Sunday, hung-over but not too bad, head over to Sunday brunch and wish my brother a happy birthday. Stopped off at Best Buy and bought some toys, stopped at Hastings and bought a new manga, then went home. Jewels was painting the screen door so I ask if she needs any help and I helped her, outside, for the next couple of hours. Painted the door, hung up yard art, chatting and had a beer. It was fun, but being out in the sun all day can really zap your energy and mine was thoroughly zapped. Went to dinner with the family at 5 over at Olive Garden… which reminds me, I had leftovers for lunch but I left them at home! NOO! Damnit. Heh, I also left my cell phone at home too, merda. Anyways

Stupid body not responding right!!! Went home from work early, stomach is all gurgly, get home and work a little in the garden, running to the bathroom every so often, then crawl in bed and close my eyes about 200p and have been in and out of consciousnesses ever since. I feel weak, tried to eat something, tried to walk around, just want to sleep. to days to come, /ac

                Oops, I left this at work last night. Many people do not believe in Hell, Satan or demons, I was surprised by that fact, if there is a Heaven, a G-d and angels there certainly must be an opposite. If there is no opposite then man does not have Free Will. But anyways, here's my point: my grandmother use to cast out demons from people. She was very good, but this also made her a high target for bad things. One day, close to Easter, my mother walks into a home where her mother is casting   out a demon and my mom is shocked to see it's one of her favorite cousins. This cousin is gay and had been acting very strangely and G-ma was going to cast out a demon and mom was watching and she said her cousin started swaying back and forth. "It was a snake demon, swaying back and forth, so hypnotizing that you wanted to sway with it." I thought about the King Cobra, and indeed many other snakes, they sway back and forth and their victim begins to follow it and then

I had written a lot for today in a word doc at work, but got so busy at the end of the day that I just walked out of the office without properly shutting down my computer!! So I'll post today's daily post in with tomorrows. Also the movie Calendar Girls is a good funny movie. I like it. To days to come, /ac

I love this song, Rosey use to sing this chorus at school, I miss how things were. work was status quo happy birthday Manda, RIP met a guy today, despite him being 20 years older than me I like him. going back to sleep now. To days to come, /ac

Put some thought into my body suddenly not liking things and I suppose that is natural- people's bodies stop being able to break down dairy, or they get bad stomach upsets from onions when they didnt before. The body does change, perhaps that is what is happening with me. I don't know, but that's a more positive thought. And before I forget: May Song solfege: Do Mi Sol Do La Do La Sol Fa Sol Mi Do Re Do Sol Sol Fa Fa Mi Sol Mi Re Sol Sol Fa Fa Mi Sol Mi Re Do Mi Sol Do La Do La Sol Fa Sol Mi Do Re Do Teacher tried to teach me this song at violin lessons today, I am still very distracted and only was able to sort of get the first line done but was tripping on the last Sol Me Do Re Do.... gr, but I will practice like crazy and I will go to lessons next week with this whole song ready for her. http://www.nwisuzuki.com/so

I'm Sorry I Couldn't Go by Nny Christie on Monday, 11 April 2011 at 03:35am but I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons   I know death happens. It happens all the time in the world. It happens to everyone. It's always been in the periphery of my life. There was a near miss (the only one my family informed me of - I dunno how many more there may have been) in my junior year when my brother was on his second tour in Iraq - that (known) single near miss had me acting out in Creative Writing class to the point a classmate had to take me outside to calm me down. But despite the near miss, I've never had it strike so close before in a time of my life that I'm so acutely aware of its inevitability. And I know it's useless to ask "why? Why her?" and to say "it's not fair" is as useless to say as it is true. Truthfully, life isn't fair; death is inevitable. And I'm still asking, "Why? Why her? It'

It snowed. She's gone. RIP. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sanct /ac

My sister had an acquaintance only 35 years old who suffered from mini strokes and was going to see the doctor for more tests and treatment when swelling in her brain put her into a coma, then brain death. They are taking her off life support in the morning. My older sister has a friend, a woman she use to ride with and who she still hangs out with regularly. She's 39 years old, suffered lot 'chronic heart burn' then friday, two weeks ago, had a heart attack. Turns out the 'heart burn' was actually mini heart attacks. She's alive, she's quit smoking as well. 35 and 39 years old and these women are going through such things. It's enough to make a person worry about the twinges of chest pain and the prolonged throbbing of head pain. But I went to the doctor once saying sometimes I get these sharp searing pain in the left side of chest, I was 23 at the time, had suffered these sharp pains ever since I could remember. The doctor said I was too young to b

            It's not as if I am particularly worried about the shut down, whatever happens I know I'll survive it and come through the other side, and while I might dirty my fluffy white tail, I will in any manner still be surviving. Nearly the 8 o'clock hour and not many people have come into work yet. Contractors are here, but I haven't seen many Feds, can't blame them, I too had thought of taking this day off. But anyways…             Henson brought me tropical starburst yesterday in class, yucky pina colada, but the other three were okay. I was able to my wrapper chain longer, heh, yay. I really need to clean out the casita, when Pete builds out the patio I'll be so happy. I'm genuinely shocked that Jewel is going through with that, Happy, but shocked. Either way it'll be great, I will put my papasan chair out there, lay down a few more carpets, get some garden lights and hang them up. It'll be brilliant. Pier 1 has this spiffy bench like papasa

            This morning it was so hard to wake up, I was so exhausted I just couldn’t get up. Artie had an accident inside and to wake me up she was laying on me weird, her elbows were digging into me and every time I tried to chase her off the bed or push her away she came back and did it again. Finally woke up and it sounded like someone was throwing rocks on my roof, took me a moment but I realized it was raining. I got up and let the dogs out, cleaned up the mess and stood outside for a moment. It was cool, but not cold, the rain was so soothing. I went back inside and went back to sleep! >.<             When I did finally get up again Blaze was on the table, she chewed a hole into the new bag of kibble I bought for her and she was eating so I pick her up and I guess she didn’t hear me because she freaked out. Hissing and spitting, her fur instantly stood up and she was trying to scratch me and I nearly dropped her I was laughing so hard. I apologized and put a big handfu