Evil Dreams

Or nightmares. I have them now and again...

Something about infants and violent, corrosive alien forms which took over their bodies, tendrils of fetid green life exploding from their eyes and ears, cutting and bloodying and strangling them as they howled with agony.

Tame I guess, but the scariest piece of sh*t to come out of my mind in quite a while...
Other than that I've been dreaming quest/adventure scenarios that use props and scenery from LotR...

The Normal Portion of This Morning's Program

Been doing a lot of thinking, fic-wise. The Medevan thingy is coming together more, Part 4 of Mirrorworld ought to be finished up pending some suggestions from a friend of mine, and character-based work for a story I'd thought long dead is shaping up in new and surprising ways. Who would've ever thought Baraka might have something intelligent to say? If Wolverine were a literati, he might talk like that...

I'm contemplating a shrine to Mortal Kombat on my site, something more all-inclusive than The Arena. That and I'm just using Mortal Monday (September 13th) as the date for the Tenth Anniversary, being lackadaisical and all. Now I just have to go out and get myself a counter...

Later, peeps :^)

In Which I Make A Poetic Attempt

Oh this is this is this is
One of those long rambling entries
The kind that make you sit up and shut up
And upchuck and f*ck up and wonder what
oh what what what what
What the heck is going on?

There. Now that that's out of my system...

I feel--restless. Fidgety. You know that feeling you used to get when you were a little kid in school, the kind that would make you kick the back of the desk in front of you 'til the teacher yelled at you to sit still? I feel like that. Here I sit, kicking the desk ;^P

I've come to the following conclusion: everything and everyone else is cooler than I am. Therefore said, I have absolutely nothing to lose by continuing to behave as I always have. I ought to be slightly less deranged in oh, four days or so ;^)

I went to the Threshold site--don't ask why, 'cause I dunno--and snapped up copies of anything and everything, picture-wise, that looked interesting. Which of course means that a week from now, I'm going to look at my Images folder and wonder "what the hell was I THINKING?!?" But I'm happy with them for now. Trevor Goddard, ehehehehehe ;^) I happen to think he's hot, thanx much...

What have I eaten for the day? A cup of coffee and a fistful of jellybeans. That was breakfast. It's now 5-ish in the afternoon. Not anorexia but a fate far worse: laziness. You read that right: I'm too blasted lazy to get up off my duff and make something to eat, despite being utterly starving.

Excuse me while I chew my arm off.