Self-image construction: Girl

Girl who? Girl blue, girl violet
Girl violent, girl silent, girl speaking, peeking, thinking,
Girl shivers on the edge of exposed conciousness.
Girl wishes someone understood, but hates it if they did, if they could.
Girl 80's--things were defined then, understood then, believed in. Iran Contra then, Reagan then, music then.
Girl 90's--things were hated then, reviled then, trapped in. Panic then, pain then, rebellion then.
Girl Now--woman now, liar now, poser now. So much brighter and bigger and badder now.
Still so small and geekish, now. Hung out to dry.
Girl violet hides behind pearlescent wings
And nacreous words unfolding.
Shadow girl.

Ok, entries are disappearing on me. Could be something in the archiving settings, I'll have to check...

Ah, there we go, a slight problem with the default settings. My blog is now a matter of public record :^)

Dance away, dance away, dance away, ya kid K is the one...

Everybody's FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee to feel good...

More Mortal Kombat dreams, Kitana and Mileena, the question of whose cruelty is deeper and which one of them is truly a monster. I may analyze it later, gotta go get ready to go to my relatives' for Thanksgiving...

Thanksgiving today. Dessert will be our monster pumpkin cheesecake, which I know because we made it :^D

Well the pre-Thanksgiving dinner went surprisingly well, a lot better than it usually does. Meaning: nobody hurled gossip at each other until AFTER all the food was consumed ;^) And I got to watch Shrek, which is less appealing than it sounds. Perhaps it was the WAY I got to watch it: the volume was so low it was like it was in "Whisper" mode, and I had step-great-uncles (yes there are such a thing) shouting to step-second-cousins about football and a two-year-old stepcousin, who in all fairness being otherwise quiet and well-behaved, couldn't wait to share her Fisher Price "My First Air-Horn" with me--and the rest of the neighborhood. Any attempt to raise the volume on the TV was met with, "GOD TURN IT DOWN!"

As if God could work a Volume switch *grins evilly*.

Anyway, current events: dreaming about Mileena stabbing people, which is always fun. I'm excited about the new Mortal Kombat Advance. Or I was, until I found out it was a port of Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 :^P But I'm still so excited that there's a "new" Mortal Kombat game out. It's been ages since I stepped up to an arcade console and got that little thrill of adrenaline facing off against another player--and then ripping them to shreds. I was starting to feel left out of the gaming loop, like maybe I was getting "old" or something. Because the simple truth is, all the games I like are 16-bit. The only, and I repeat ONLY next-gen game I am excited about at all is Luigi's Mansion.

As I told my dad: when as a major Mortal Kombat fan I am more excited by Luigi's Mansion than I am by the prospect of MK 5, something has gone seriously wrong with the series...Here's hoping IGN (company behind the port) can change all that. The screenshots so far look great. Better than those I originally had on my Super Nintendo.

Now I'm really starting to feel jealous. And old...

In other news: charges were dropped, child support reduced, and back-pay must be rendered. So says the almighty Court of the state of Florida. My advice? Do not move to Florida. Ever. The Court hates you :^P

Dad (the "real" one) took us (me and Tenchi) to lunch, in fact he was really very gracious and outgoing about the whole thing. Took it very well, considering. And besides he's a nice guy and it was a nice lunch. He took us home afterward, and took some digital shots of us outside, posing on the porch-swing in the sunshadow of our oak tree. I might post the picture here, when I learn how :^)

Heya, what's new? Dinner with relatives this afternoon :^P So much for having the day to oneself :^P Updates later :^P
I'm two weeks early; guess I should be delighted, mean's at least I'm fertile and all :^P
Screw it, I don't got the energy for this :^P