What's The Difference?

There Isn't One

I never said I have all the answers! *Buries head in hands and lets out a frustrated sigh* I don't even know all the QUESTIONS yet! ^^;

*As Anne Baxter* But such a beautiful enemy...

I don't care what anyone says, that movie rules =^D

What's the meaning of life? Here, let's ask Burton Bell what he thinks:

Born, bred, beaten
Born, bred, beaten...
We are the new breed

Yes it's true: Fear Factory broke up. *Cry cry whine sob cry* =^(

I suppose I'll go back to my Michael Jackson CDs *sigh heavily*...

Nah, not today, I'm up for Paul Simon today:

Behold the meaning of life:

To praise a soul's
Returning to the earth
To the rose of Jericho and the bougainvillea . . .

This is the only, only, only life
Sorrows everywhere you turn . . .

If I have weaknesses, don't let them bind me now
Summer skies the stars are falling all along the injured coast . . .

If I have weaknesses, don't let them bind me now
Summer skies the stars are falling all along the injured coast
Summer skies the stars are falling all along the injured coast
Summer skies the stars
Are falling...

--"The Coast"

Tip tip for the curious: "Rhythm of the Saints" is one of my favorite CDs EVER. Go listen, or don't, but if you do you'll be happy you did.

Well, faith is an island in the setting sun,
But Proof, Proof is the bottom line for everyone.
Proof!
Some people gonna call you up and tell you things you already know
Proof!
Those same people goin' crazy on you, sayin' that's not the deal we made, I gotta go, I gotta go...

--"Proof"

Hmm...Nah, that's enough entertainment for one afternoon.

Yesterday didn't go quite as planned: missed Samurai Jack, but oh well. They re-run them, anyway. Ditto going down to the basketball court--chickened out at the last. A whole pack of dudes built like oak trees, playing football. I have no wish to get brained by a flying leatheroid missle, thanks much. =^P

Tench and I took a detour into the subdivision tho' : one dude had wild rabbits in his yard! Little bunnies! ^_^
So we jogged into the neighborhood, sidled up along the back wall, and walked into his backyard (good thing he wasn't home ^^; ) to say hello to the bunnies. We chased 'em for a bit, then ran out of there and jogged back down the street, casual as you please. Bunnies rule! ^_^

Another point on the Route of Doom: there are three long stretches of wall bordering the ends of subdivisions on our route, which overlook backyards. The walls are all of differing heights. Behind one of the really short, crumbly-looking ones is a yard with a screened-in pool. No big deal, right?

Guess again. They have a HUGE dog. That thing is massive, an ugly old brindle pit-bull/Rottweiler/some sort of creature. And that thing is MEAN. It's at least six feet long, or it would be standing up, and it wants my blood. I'm not kidding, that thing wants to have me for lunch. It makes Fluffy (I'm assuming we've all read our Harry Potter) look like a demure little poodle.

Oh, and did I mention, most of the time it's not on a tether? Which means it could take that wall in a single bound if it wanted.

*As Nangla* Not my bones, y'won't, beast! *Shows blades* I ain't afeard o' your sort! *The way her voice trembles gives her the lie*

Damn I hate walking by that thing *shudders*. "Speak softly and carry a big stick." Yeah, great, swell. Now if only I could find a big stick...

I slept too solid, my back is killing me >_< Although that could also be because I did one too many shoulder-presses yesterday. Bleh :^P

On which note, I think I have some laundry to sort. Or something.

Crushed Between The Lines

Please Don't Quote Me, And Other Protestations

*Surveys her kingdom and finds it good* Ah, Moria. The darkness, the leaf mold, the cave-demons *grins*. It's--home.

It's Kahn's birthday, you know. I really should send him a card, but I'm putting it off, putting it off, putting it off, la dee da dee da...Oh, you wouldn't believe the e-mail I got from his wife.

She's tired of being ignored, and her feelings are hurt. This from the woman who once wrote me a message consisting mostly of "HOW DARE YOU?!!?" in 48-point boldface caps.

What could I possibly have to talk to you about? *Bewildered and a bit aghast* Do you honestly expect me to answer you in kind? *Stunned* O_o

Dearest Stepmother, perhaps my lack of response could have something to do with your rudeness...

Somehow, I just don't think it would go over very well. ;^P

Is it really so "wrong", so "awful" of me, to let silence be answer enough, instead of slinging mud? Just because I'm not replying doesn't mean I'm ignoring you. I'm hoping your intellect will kick in eventually and you'll apologize, or at least quit sending me letters. Bottom line, Empress: until you can learn even the most rudimentary Netiquette, I don't have to answer you.

*All forbidding and Hugo Weaving-like* I will not speak with envoys who show such a grave lack of courtesy. Now, if you would be so kind as to do us both a favor and remove yourself from my presence. If you cannot find the way out, my centurions will be delighted to escort you...

Ah, ruling the Drow--it's good to be the King =^D

Side note: it's a lovely summer day--perhaps I'll head aboveground for a walkabout this afternoon. Note to Jaz: this time I promise to wiggle a bit of someone's fence, just to see if they notice, LoL ;^D I think maybe we'll go all the way down to the basketball court and hang out, whether or not there are people there, 'cause there always are...But we'll have to head out earlier
than usual, so I can get home in time for Samurai Jack :^D

I'm still toying with style-sheets and the like...I'd peg the layout as about 15-25% done...it features the new picture of Aspen from the ComicCon, the one with all the comets and sparkly things and reflections off the water...its purty =^D

I also started a graphics-finding mission for a project that's about 25% done, seeing as its requirements are slightly less complex. All the effects I need for that can be done in plain ol' html, with one or two Java bits I can probably find in one of those "free if you link back" libraries somewhere...

Whee! I'm going to hook up the scanner! *Digs around for photos of her high-school graduation* View at your peril, not suitable for general audiences etc. etc. ^_^

Actually because of the really really WEIRD hookup I have to use just to get the scanner to work, it may be 48-72 hours or so before those go up, *if* they go up...'Cause what goes up, must come down...

Remember folks, "Chumbawumba" is Jawa-speak for "I get knocked down, but I get up again..."

Uhh, what did that have to do with anything? Nothing, really, I just couldn't come up with a way to finish out the entry. Hello, bye-bye, goodnight :^)

Now Repeat After Me

It's Gonna Be a Bright, Bright Sunshiny Day

I told you before: it's...chemical. I'll refrain from expounding on that remark for the sake of my delicate readership, other than to add that I'll be human again in, say, five days ;^P

But enough of chemicals. More of life. What else is new? Try this on:

Everybody's getting along ^_^ Including the cats, more or less. Just now I'm watching Roger Moore as Sherlock Holmes. Mr. Bond, I presume? ;^D

Uhh...yeah. My brain is too fried on estrogen to come up with anything more intelligent or amusing or relavatory or incredibly stupid to say...

I feel good *boing boing boing*

Bye bye then :^)

I Been Blastin' An' Laughin' So Long...

The Pizza Philosopher Changes Her Tune

Why do you think I'll run away just because there's suffering in behind your smile? It's not as if I've never been hurt, never been wronged, never been down--I have no right to expect other people to be brave and wear their "public face" all the time. I don't, why should anybody else?

That goes for more than one of you, btw ;^P

What's new? Bunches. Life demands my attention at inopportune moments and prevents me from recording everything.

Anyhow--told Kahn off, once more. I have decided that I do not want to go to college at all, period. I might (let me stress the *might* there) go to this slick techie school in Winter Park, learn to become a stenographer, and settle in to make 30+ K a year and hopefully, eventually, bag myself a lawyer husband. =^D

I think I like the idea of marriage--the idea of a pretty glimmering dress and ritual words and a hot kiss in front of all those stupid relatives who think I'm made of ice just because I don't date every dick-sporting humanoid who walks by...

Ooops. The Sailorspawn genes make themselves known once more. ;^D Anyway, I think I like it.

I don't want Prince Charming, ugh uhhrkkgghh and similar vomitous noises =^P

I was never the Princess. Never once. When I played with Barbie, she was always a cop, a superhero, a warrior-maiden, or a sorceress, or cool kung-fu sidekick, or some weird combination of the five. Anyway, we were going somewhere with this thought? Ah, yes.

If we have to use that metaphor, then my would-be could-be maybe-he-exists is probably a guard captain, or the weapons-master (yeah, that would make him older. So? I like slightly older men. Deal with it.) Realism planting both his feet on the ground. We are not the most beautiful or most fortunate couple, but we fit together perfectly and are happy the way we are. The Lord and Lady of the house do needle us about it now and then ( See us, see the perfection you will never be, the thing you cannot have, we are superior to you lowly folk...) but they are like shadows across a mirror, like something seen out of the corner of the eye--real and vital, but not important.

Uhh *turns bright red* tha'ss enough of a look at my psyche for the day, thank you very much. ^^;

So I told the Emperor, I says "I learn by doing. I have a job which is teaching me what I need to know better than any school." And that was the end of it. There was nothing he could do to me. The despot of my childhood is powerless in my adulthood.

She spreads red wings, bronze wings, leaden wings which gleam in the sun and howls laughter at Prometheus--the fool, the fool! The very guts of him are hers for the toying with >=^D

I'm nothing if not "interesting" ;^D

My teachers never understood I must be shown things, and shown how they go together, in order to make them work. They just assumed I would magically absorb the knowledge somehow =^P

What did school teach me, anyway? That no one liked me, and Michael Jackson sucked, and that if I knew what was good for me I'd hand over my money, or get the crap beat out of me (after which they usually beat me up anyway).

*Screaming along*

Girls work under floors
The failures tend the moors
And once the seem is cut
You find out what is learned

And of course, then we were introduced to high school, yeah? Where I finally got taller and leaner and meaner and began to hit back. And dated a guy who was short and scrawny ;^D (Read: I beat the hell out of him when he threatened me =^D)

I'm on the threshold of revolution
I'd rather burn than be held down, forced down
Freedom or Fire!
Freedom or Fire!

Thank God I graduated. Hail To The State =^P

No guts, no glory
We're taking a stand,
Ready to prove it again!
No guts, no glory

So what? I don't have a manufactured paper from some university? So what so what? I'm happy and that's what matters. I have life skills. You know, those little things you need to survive in a place callled the real world?

Ah, poetry. (Yes it's mine, I wouldn't torture anybody else that way, LoL) :^)

Red Pill

Welcome, you hopeful young
Welcome your death with open arms
Greet the end of originality
Bow to new beginnings
Lower on the knees before
The edges of the end of all you once knew.
Welcome my daughter, welcome my son--
Welcome to the desert of the Real.

I'm just in a mood ;^D I'm happy though, really. But it's that burning red sort of happiness you get from confronting something, the thrill of having walked through fire and come out the other side, whole and undamaged.

If this is bliss, then I am walking on clouds ^_^

That's one of my best daydreams actually--running through the clouds at say, 30,000 feet, the air as clear and cold as the edges of a blade, the sun turning everything a single, blinding white and palest blue ^_^

So--fun stuff? Umm...playing with layouts. Got a swell Turner image which I can merge with some other pictures I've accquired and make a swell layout--that's if I can be arsed to, which I doubt. But it's being fun :^D Also I figured out a simple style-sheet which will really make my site both cool-looking and way way way more efficient.

That's the Capricorn in me talking, I like stuff to work well. :^)

Umm...what else? My other J and me were talking about men, you know? And she was "WOW Mileena you are agressive LoL" to which I said "Bah! The man I capture shall beg me for such treatment ;) :D *devil facie* " After all, I'm only wanting a toy to play with ;^D Anyway I'd be reasonably gentle--I mean I wouldn't want to break him on our first go of it, that would be such a shame...

Nah, I have more respect for your delicate ears than to tell you what I think about for a week solid once a month ;^D Besides, I just don't have that penchant necessary to want others to know quite *that* much about me...

Later then, Personages ^_~

Eeep!

Why Doesn't Anybody TELL Me These Things?!?

Uh, hello, the sidebar's completely distorted. Again. Terrific =^P *Marches off to go fix it*...