Mood: disappointed
Music: Whip It by Devo

ok, five minutes ago I knew what i wanted to type about, but here I am with a big ol' blank. I'm still trying to figure out what to cook for dinner tomorrow night. I think I made a major faux pas in front of a friend who was having an awful night, and I guess I should apologize, but I don't know if he took it personally or realized that we were just being us. Obviously this mad ramble is deliberately vague, but if the relevent individual reads this he should probably be able to figure out what I'm talking about. I was a lil insensitive. I know you were having a rough night, and I probably wasn't much help. I'm sorry. Later.

Mood: feeling productive
Music: the Essential Bob Dylan

Oh! the depressing matter of cleaning up my room. A project left undone since I moved back home. Having too much stuff does not help the matter any. I'm sure John Y. is singing Dave Brocki (sp?) by this point but the fact remains that I need to find another place for my stuff. So towrads that end I went price shopping for storage space. I looked at the Blue & Gray stoage and Genito mini storage so far. Gonna check out the one Edy's old farm near Huguenot Rd. soon before I decide which one I want to use. All this is pressed by the point taht Mom and Da intend to remodel their bathrrom and so they intend to take over mine and Craig's. That means that he and I will finally have to move out. Trouble is I have to wait for the inheritance to come through before I can do so. So much to do ahead and I don't like a minute of it. I'm sure some cameraderie will come in handy. :)

Mood: lethargic
Music: Fantasy a 4 the "Great Basse" by Orlando Gibbons and Julia Hodgson

I came home from a busy day at work to find Dad home, which was a bit of a surprize as I expected him to be home sometime late tonight from his business trip. Not an unpleasant one. *shrug* Another package arrived today. *teehee* And my mind is just not feeling very creative right now, which is what I want it to be. maybe I should start writing this thing after I've had a good refreshing nap. Who am I kidding around here a nap is bound to be interrupted in some unfortunate fashion making the point of taking it before writing mute. I'm hoping to spend tomorrow doing some new home hunting. I have no clue where to begin. Maybe I should ask Dad for some tips. I know he's going right back on the road, but he has a cell phone, right? Okay, enough mindless meanderings. Til next time.

Mood: the party's over- Mom's home
Music: Mass of the Blessed Virgin by the Monastic Choir of the Abbey of Montserrat

Well, sometime last week i couldn't find my credit card, so I figured that I'd left it behind at a store. I called my bank, had it reported lost thereby cancelling it. What happens today?! I take my driver's license out to show it to the clerk at Best Buy and find the old credit card hiding back there. Why would I have put it back there? It doesn't go on that side of my wallet. I could have bought Taryn's BIG b-day present today it I hadn't cancelled my card already. I am SUCH a schmuck! *sigh*
Btw, any players of my upcoming Victorian Age: Sorcerer campaign- new books arrived today. Be afraid, BE VERY AFRAID! *evil cackle*

Mood: too tired to tell
Music: Celtic folk (at the moment- No Frontiers by Mary Black, but whatever comes on the station)

Too exhausted to think of a real subject of conversation. Apologies to those who actually read my site. Thanks for stopping by. Do come again. ;)

Mood: mildly nervous energy(you know, that feeling at the start of the day that you want to do something, but you don't know what)
Music: Lionheart by Angels of Venice

According the the Gothic calendart today records the death of two important figures of history of mythic proportions: King Arthur and Joan d'Arc. Of Arthur's death at the battle of Camlan and his transport at the hands of the three women to Avalon I know a fair deal, my knowledge of joan's death on the pyre leaves something to be desired. She seems to becoming serendipitous as of late so mayhap its time to delve into her lore. I have books that certainly mention her, but she's something pretty much glossed over before moving on to the next subject. Whether she was Christian or pagan seems to be an issue of contention based on what text I read as well, and and issue of contention in her own life as well. Too many sources seem biased. How do i find the one that's not and know it?

Mood: releived
Music: nevermind, not worth mentioning

So the pangs of hunger enter my consciousness, and I wonder why I'm still sitting here at the keyboard clicketing away at letters to put forth some semblance of a statement into the record of my day. Of course, i don't know of what sort of food for which it is that I crave, but I do know that its time to feed the cats as they so pointedly reminded me. At least it makes them more affectionate, e'en playful, but now I'm hungry too, and here I go.

Mood: miserable
Music: Finale from The Abyss sndtrk by Alan Silvestri

Of all the mornings to forget my allergy medication why did I have to do it on the morning I work in the chicken room? That breader is horrible on the sinouses! I spent the last two hours of my shift working and blowing my nose. No fun. At least I got my car tune-up taken care of. One less issue to worry about.

Mood:amused
Music: The Masquerade Suite by Aram Khachaturian

So my mother and girlfriend got into a religious discussion last night and were worried that I'd be offended by their discussion. Oh! contrere, mon frere (sp?) Im usually rather intrigued by such discussions, even if I do disagree with both parties. Just because I disagree doesn't mean I'm going to be offended. Okay, a couple of things Mom said got me a lil offended, but it was about her wanting to convert me. As long as she stayed off of that subject it was interesting. Meanwhile, poor Dad is bored to tears over it. Needless to say, despite the fact that I'm an atheist and Taryn's Pagan I was rooting her on. It wasn't really a winner/looser debate though, it was more like an open forum, and that's what was good about it. I probably should have contrubuted more to it, but there was enough being thrown out to bother with a third P.O.V. Taryn seemed to be defending me at one point by saying that even those people who chosen to believe in nothing have at least chosen something to believe. I don't exactly believe in nothing per se. "We are each of us gods and goddesses unto ourselves" is something of a credo that I've developed. I'm not trying to deify myself, at least not in the literal sense. I'm not on some megalomanical kick here. Metaphorically we all should take on the responsibility to the world, our community, our ecosystem, each other as god(desse)s. I grant you I'm hardly a good example of what I'm preaching here, but its an ideal by which to live. I think that psychologically people feel a need to believe in God/Goddess, or a pantheon of gods/goddesses because it takes responsibility away from the believer. "Take my sins away, God. you take it, not me." No, I say forgive yourself. Be responsible for your own sins, but work your way through the guilt, learn, and grow. That is what I believe is truly healthy.

Mood: paranoid
Music: unavailable

Sometimes I just get to that point where I don't know who to trust anymore.

Mood: sleepy, scatterbrained, enthusiastic
Music: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer theme by Nerf Herder

Enthusiastic b/c tonight I'm making it back to the pub for the first time in a month and a half! It seems a pretty celebratory night too. After the memorial service I could use something resembling a wake.

I'm gonna start using a convention I've witnessed on Megan's and Micah's LiveJournal entries: namely the identification of mood and music at the time of the entry.

Mood: feelings of acomplishment.
Music: "Fairytale of New York" by the Pogues ft. Kirsty MacColl

Those feelings of accomplishment come from freeing up some space on my computer. I went from just about all full up to seventy-five% in just a few quick deletions. Getting rid of the last of AOL helped. I had an interesting quantumphysics hypothesis goin' on earlier at work today, but I'll be darned if I'm awake enough to go into that now. Maybe next time.

And there it is! Evryone give a "shout out" to post comments to me! :) hahahaha

Look! Down there! At the bottom of the page! I ADDED LINKS! I'm working on adding comments next so stay tuned! :)

Having picked up The Matrix: Reloaded Album yesterday I oddly find myself in the mood for techno right now. I found the album to be better than the movie. Quite the opposite from the original where the movie was better than the soundtrack. That's my opinion at least.
Once again I find it necessary to enter another obituary onto my blog. The departing soul in question belonging to "Get Down" Gary Brown. Gary was one of the instructors at Dance Masters. He died of a heart attack while driving his nine y.o. daughter Taylor home to Northern Virginia to see her mom. His last act was to apply his foot to the breaks saving her. She dialed 911. From what I understand there will be a service for him Thursday. I think it was intended for him to be cremated. He will be missed. He was one of the best. I wish he could have taught me more. The last thing I learned from him was the basics for the tango-hustle.

Okay, I just exchanged journal URL listings with a college buddy so I guess I'd better make an entry for the evening. She mentioned playing pool again in her e-mail. I had a good time at that Monday night. I even earned a new nickname: "Clutch" because I kept coming through in them. I wasn't the best player at the table, but when the time came to put the eight-ball away I was always there. :) Go me. :) I've been so distracted by trying to write for the upcming Victorian Age: Sorcer campaign that I've been messing up or negleting other stuff in my life: like losing filter screens from the fryers at work, or not getting the credit card to push my flying lessons forward. At least I got the process of filling my prescription for allergy medication started this morning. I AM excited by the upcoming campaign, and I'm keeping so many secrets about it. I'm proud of myself for that, but it feels like I'm about to burst! Time for more resarch on that front. Gotta go!

Today is the "Cat Parade" in Belgium. Okay, without looking that up on a website one has to wonder what a "Cat Parade" would be, or its origins in mythology. I have this image of the running of the bulls with prides of house cats. And mice and birds everywhere begin to shutter. Now there's a species apocalyptic image. I wonder if Angela knows about this. I'm sure she'd love it. But why Belgium? Were they running from a broken dike? No, wait, that'd be the Netherlands then. Next door neighbor at least. I'm not completely mad. Just a lil off my rocker. Not too hard to do when I don't own a rocker. Of course there is one down in the family room though. The key word was MY rocker of course. Great, now I'm getting into a semantic argument with myself. Sign of genius, but as I'm so fond of poiting out geniuses have a higher percentage of madness. This only stands to reason: madness is defined by the social "norms" of society, and who more readily able to challenge the "norms" than a genius? Where's the fine line? I'm too sleepy to figure that out right now. Maybe next time.

Okay, I'm back... hours later. Hey! For me, that ain't bad. Oddly, I've got my radio set on the soul station. When I was frying chicken yesterday Diane caught me playing Otis Redding and loving him like she does she asked me where I got the CD. I told her Barnes & Noble. She probmptly went and bumped into her niece. Her niece said, no, don't buy your CDs here, buy 'em through the Time/Life catalog. So she''s gonna. I might order some Wilson Picket through it, but the Ray Charles I'm getting for Mother's Day will have to be from a store. The allergy medication is definitely helping. I'll have to make sure I get that prescription for Allegra. Time to go read the other blogs. Ciao.

The Gothic calendar is oddly blank today. Thus far my day is as well. A little light reading, a little Civ III, and breakfast of gluten-free waffles: not much to get ya started. Although I'm planning a little cleaning, and a little campaign writing. We'll see how much I get done. I buried my crystal yesterday. Its supposed to remain buried for three days, which means I'll dig it up and clean it off on Friday, which is my day off. I've also got a flying lesson Friday. I forget what time it is so I'll have to call DAS. Its probably ten A.M. My brain obviously isn't coming up with anything to write so I'll come back later.

Happy Cinco de Mayo, folks! Its been a miserable day between my allergies, the drowsiness from the Benedryll I used to treat it, and the occasional head-ache flare-ups that briefly occurred, today just hasn't been a pleasant one. The most interesting thing to have occurred was the procurement of my new glasses. It will take some time for my eyes to adjust to them, but they definitely seem to help. I had no idea my eyes were this bad, except when I took eye exams. Someone notable thought that my eyes might be the source of my headaches, Mom thought it was dehydration, and I think its from changes in pressure systems. Well, getting the glasses will either eliminate the problem or eliminate one of the three possible causes of my problem. Guess we'll have to see. I also received one of the books I ordered in the mail today. This book was on the Graf Zeppellin and the Hindenberg. I was hoping it would cover earlier and more airships than these, but it still gives some coverage into the ships themselves that may be usable in my Victorian Age: Sorcerer campaign. We'll see with that as well. That's enough entry for today. Till next time.