And The Green Leaves They Grow Rarely

Time, Tide and Life In The Wastelands

Heyo :^)

They're talking to me again! Woo! *Bit of an MJ dance routine* =^D

To the who what in the why where who?

I'll level with you: I'm an auditory creature. I can hear our boarder and Tenchi in the kitchen, the slow drip of the fountain on the other side of the room, the quiet breath of the ceiling fan, and yes, the hum of the flourescent lights. I can hear what's going on outside, too--birdsong, and our neighbors having a yelling contest in Spanish with their 30-year-old son. Not that I know what they're bickering about, my Spanish is abysmal. And no, they're not yelling especially loudly. I just can't not hear them. I'm weird that way.

I'm basically a human tape-recorder. If some people can "see" their work already written, visualizing the way it looks on the page, then you might say I've got a copy of the audiobook running in my head before I ever stick pen to paper or fingers to keys. (Mostly fingers to keys. Stream-of-conciousness ranting, anyone? ;^) )

Anyway: I've been working on this fic for ages, since Mileena developed a grudge with me and left me to skulk around in the dark gluing random plotlines together like an idiot. Ditto ditto with Baraka. Even Brin wanted nothing to do with me, the ungrateful little twit. :^P

So, uh, they're back. Yeah. Woo-hoo. Major celebration *waves teeny-tiny flag* ^^;

And yes, yes, notes for the next part of Mirrorworld are in development--I'm having to go back and re-read all the stuff I've already written, to make sure I don't screw anything up. That's the only problem with epics, you can get murdered by the details...

Anyhow gotta run--that busy 'scope from yesterday is still in effect, apparently ;^)

Parting thought for the day: lookit me, lookit lookit, I'm a truck =^P

Which car are you?



A TRUCK? It's my evil roots coming out to haunt me! GGGGGGAAAAAAHHHH!!! >_<

Oooh, Lucky Me

A Peekaboo At a Sadly Accurate 'Scope

Capricorn: December 22 - January 19
As much as you don't want to do it, you really need to start concerning yourself with the details that you think are trivial. Presentation is everything, and looks count at the moment, Capricorn. Yes, some people really are shallow enough to be swayed by the color of your diagrams rather than by what the numbers mean, and it's in your best interest to cater to them. Start off slowly to ensure that everyone understands, and then build to a dynamic conclusion.

Running around impressing folks, yiii >_<
That's me, busy busy busy busy *chases own tail and falls down in an exhausted heap*.

I'll Keep You By My Side, With My Superhuman Might

It's Kryptonite (To Me)

Aww :^( Friends of mine are not doing well. Don't be sad, ganchia. It will all look brighter in the morning.
Oh wait, it's night-time for you. Ooops. Ah well, at least my heart's in the right place, yeah? And that's a nice term which I called you, btw ;^) Means, "dear" or "darling". (Yeah yeah, more language that doesn't exist...)

Incidentally, peeps: I took a peekaboo at my stats. Now I have a better idea who my target demographic is, LoL ;^)

I am soo thrilled with our community experiment. It just drips swellness, doesn't it? Of course it does! ;^D You people rock :^D --Oooh. Sorry, Nyohah, dear. Didn't mean to steal your expression. *Embarrassed grin* oops. Uh--y'all are the swellest! The swellest, do you hear?

Judging from my log, at least some of you do ;^)

Bush is taking yet another pounding in the media. *Sigh*
Enough about that, huh? The less said about stuff like this, the better for me. Let's just say being left-handed has made me right-brained, and leave it there ;^)

Incidentally, someone I know told me CNN stands for "Clinton News Network"--he (was) a realtime associate, not a virtual one. And while I'm personally glad he's been extricated from my life, that thought still puts a smirk on my face everytime I see their logo...

Yikes! I can actually HEAR the noose being braided!

*Flees to Moria and stays there, being all forbidding and Hugo Weaving-like and doing whatever it is Elven kings do all day*

Oh wait, I'm Drowish, aren't I? An Earthchild. A Dark Elf, reviled and discriminated against, hiding away beneath the folds of the earth and practicing evil magic...

In which case, I'll say what I like, and Sauron and all his cronies be damned! ^_~

Okay, okay, enough grandstanding for one morning...Let me think, what else?

It's beautiful outside :^D Sunlight resting on our lawn--there will be crushing heat later today, but for now it's only warm, the kind of warmth that makes you want to take off your shoes and walk barefoot on the grass and feel the heat left by the sun on the ground. I never noticed before how things get so gorgeously green in April...

Our cat sits tamely by the sliding-glass back-door that goes out onto the porch. Uh, veranda? Well, technically it's a concrete slab bordered by an ancient rusting basketball-hoop and my mother's potted-plant collection, but still...

And the sky. It's rained off and on, constantly, for the last three days, the sky pressed down into grayness under its own weight. Not so now. Now, as I said, the sun is out, and little fluffy cloud-sheep are chasing each other through a porcelain-azure skyscape.

I'm a wordy little thing, hey? Well, what did you expect from an Elf? ;^)

Later, persons ^_^

Black Cat Nine Lives

Heartbeat So Strong But Not For Long

*Slam-dancing to Janet Jackson's psuedo-hard-rock masterpiece*
I love this song! Woo! Umm, yeah ^^;

I can't sit still today. The obligatory bit of literary pretension:

Metropolis

Drag me down into the substructure,
The subhuman underneed that is the dance
Steam-pressure on the outside of the windows of the boiler room
Futura is a liar, Maria is a thief
Industry the lover--
Behold the City Beautiful.

Huh? It's a reference to an ancient foreign film that strkes too many chords with me...

Fun factoid of the day: I'm weird =^D

They tell me I've come too close, tell me I say too much, tell me there is not a pose that hasn't been struck before I ever tried it on.
And I say: by whose standards? I never claimed to be Everywoman. I'm hardly the type for it, besides. What I am, only I will know. The rest of you can sit there going insane trying to figure me out. ;^D

*Draws her circle of friends about her* I shall diminish, and go unto Florida's western coast, and lounge upon Fort Meyers Beach :^D

I get to go see "The Scorpion King" tommorow at an exclusive screening a month before it comes out =^D

And on that note, good night all :^)

Soundtrack: Black Cat, (Janet Jackson) Don't like my little jukebox from Hell? Then don't listen :^P