Steal My Sunshine

Drinking Coffee and Polishing My Halo


Which era in time are you?

Mwa-hahaahaha! I KNEW IT I KNEW IT! *SMACK* ^_^ Anyway, the more interesting stuff:

People like talking to me. Not just on the Net--I've had total strangers come up to me and start telling me all about them, talking away as if I've been friends with them for years. I'm always like, "do I--know you?" Honestly, what's the big deal? I'm nothing special, you know. Honest I'm not. ^^;

I'm not saying that to get humility points either--I'm saying it because it's true. This pedestal is awful high, you know--it's going to hurt like the devil when I fall off ^^;

Sometimes the weight's on me
Most people never see
You think that everything's a miracle
Well I don't --"Weight", by God Lives Underwater

I guess I should be grateful, and I would be, except it's frightening. I'm strong enough to bear the weight, that isn't the question. It's more like "Why turn to me? Why not to yourself?" Frequently the people who want me to carry them can do it on their own. Let's pick someone in my realtime social life, from off-Net, and call her Martha. It's easier to use her as an example, since it's my mom she clings to and not me--that way I can stay more objective about it.

She's always calling my mom her "mommy", and hugging her and asking her for advice and stuff. Then when mom offers it, Martha laughs it off. I always tell it as straight as I can, and the straight truth here is: Martha really doesn't want the advice. She just wants someone to pity her. And my mom, being the gentle-heart that she is, does--despite knowing that it's not good for either of them, and really thinking Martha's kind of obnoxious. (Note: Martha is not the neighbor-lady with the cats. Thought I'd clear that up.)

I have less of an issue with it than mom does, I think: if someone hangs on me, and isn't wanted, I make it clear. All it takes is a subtle lift of the eyebrow, and a soft, coldly polite, "I'm sorry...I don't believe we've met." I don't have to be cruel--cruelty isn't the point. I have my space and they have theirs, and they better learn which is which and fast, before I drop-kick them into next week *smiles angellically*.

That doesn't stop them from coming to me in droves. But it doesn't matter, really: I can deflect them all. I can deflect anyone. Inside, nothing and no one gets to me, except the people I let in. Consider yourselves lucky, you few with the keys to the tower. ;^D

That's what drives Kahn bonkers: I've locked him out, and he knows it. And not all the pounding on the door in all the world is going to get him in. *Innocently sips coffee* :^D Now there again, I've never been insulting. A simple, hard, "no, sir" every few moments during a phone conversation does it. Ocassionally, he'll try that oldest of seige tactics: questions about my personal life. I have greek fire ready for those: the truth.

Mark well: nothing shuts people up faster than telling them the truth. =^D

Try this one on for size:

WHINY LADY ON THE PHONE ASKING FOR DONATIONS: May I speak to (usually mom or stepdad)?

ME: Sorry, she/he is not available. May I take a message?

WHINY LADY: (sensing my evasion tactic, she goes off into her script about whatever organization it is and why I should give them money.)

ME: (gently cutting her off) Sorry madam, but I am not authorized to make those decisions.

WHINY LADY: You're not?

ME: No. Sorry about that. Have a good day. (Hang up)

See? No one can battle something when it's true ^_^

Last night me and couz had a spiffy talk, on the order of purple lightsabers and their application to certain members of the feline race. *Grins* Actually, with a 'saber as powerful as Mace Windu's, it'd probably just vaporize the little hairball instantly, leaving behind some scorched fur and a triumphant Dark Side trainee ;^D

*as Yoda* Powerful, that 'saber is. Opened the can, I did. =^D

Oh, and L? That's a survey I can skip, darling ;^P I am of the "my likes and dislikes are my business" school ;^D

That's my Scorpio moon doing the talking--the most intensely private sign of the zodiac rules my inner self. Like I said before: I have my space, others have theirs. It's a large enough sandbox that we can all get along without treading upon each other :^D

Nyohah, come out and play! Pwease *makes puppy dog eyes* it's weekend, come on out, I promise we'll all play nice ;^)

Oh, Jaz? I picked a Fear Factory theme for meinself: "Freedom Or Fire" =^D I really likey that one ^_^

Bye all, I got stuff to do with my website. Wait'll you see what I've got planned...

Relativity

Attack of the What?

HERE. Proof that other blogs are more relevant and worthwhile than mine.

I'm just glad that the rest of the planet now has a way to yammer on about whatever they want, whenever they want, while actually being heard :^) Perhaps not by many people, I grant you, but being heard nonetheless. And damn the consequences :^D

I wonder if this was anything like what happened when they first developed the movable-type printing press. See, in the dawn of time, books were completely handcrafted, etc. and took a year or more to produce. They were also more expensive than scalped Brittney Spears tickets.

Then...the printing press appeared! *Triumphant music*

All of a sudden, it was like everyone and their brother could publish (*gasp*!) an ENTIRE BOOK quickly and cheaply. So everybody did, more or less. And there were no copyrights at the time, either. Everything was up for grabs and anything could be shared. Sound a wee bit familiar? ;^)

Eventually, weblogs and the like will probably be just as regulated as current print media, but that's a good twenty years down the road, so who cares? ;^D

Enough of that. On to *TA-DA!* Attack of the Clones.

I will not ruin this movie for you. You will not learn any more from me than what the trailers have already provided. Go see the movie for yourself like a normal self-respecting Star Wars fan ;^P

However I will say the following: Jar Jar Binks is nearly nonexistent. Replacing him as the "pre-preteen attraction factor" is a broody ten-year-old version of Boba Fett. Oh, and sorry to disappoint, Nyohah darling, but apparently Mandalorians have lame accents and are distinguished chiefly by virtue of the scars on their faces. :^P (No, Jango Fett did not impress me either, thank you very much.)

Scenes that disappoint include the chase through Coruscant--if you've seen those bits of it in the trailer, you've seen the best parts of it already. :^P Also the Sand People--wtf? SAND PEOPLE!?! Come ON *groan* :^P I did like the line about them though: "They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals." Better words were never chosen, except maybe by Baraka during the massacre at the Temple of Light ;^D That's assuming we all remember our Mortal Kombat history and that we have a tolerance for Mme. Jheti's incurable tendency to segue` into multiple fandoms at once...

Uh, yeah. Anyway:

High points include Mace Windu (Samuel L. Jackson has a purple lightsaber! WOO-HOO!), the Kaminoans (they're purty-lookin' =^D), Padme` in asskicker mode, and the almighty Yoda Scene towards the end. No I will not tell you what happens; stop looking at me like that! :^P

So GO SEE THIS MOVIE ALREADY! *Waving them off the couch* Go go! Off with you! Go forth and view this movie, you must! Go on, get!

That's all, folks ^_^

More From Club Subkon

Dreamings

Yes, I'm telling you what I dreamed last night. Deal with it :^P (This version has been edited for length, but not content.)

Russel Crowe, Julia Roberts, and Willow from the Buffy TV Show. Russel had a bad first marriage to Willow, and he wants to love again and we hooked him up with Julia, who kissed him from across our Chevy while "Only Time" was blastintg through the speakers (we had rolled our windows down earlier at another male figure's request; iirc he looked a lot like Christian Slater and was in the front passenger seat; he wanted us to roll down all the windows so Julia would be able to hear "Only Time" from our car stereo, as that was her cue to come announce her intentions to Russel). And they got together and there was a happy ending there. A "daylight" dream.

A "night" dream. Note that most of the dreams were night settings. Russel Crowe as the paranoid guy from A Beautiful Mind at the café. I'm sitting a table or so behind him. The front of the café is beautiful midnight-blue glass with a filthy cityscape beyond. As before (from a missing segment) the police are after him--a squad car goes plowing through the storefront, leaving glass everywhere, and a black cop is cussing up a storm into his mike system about how he needs backup--I can't remember if we ran or not.

Out in the cityscape, everything is filthy and midnight-blue and indigo, with the flourescent madness of Blade Runner. Shao Kahn has been thwarted and his minions either destroyed or redeemed. Kitana and the other beautiful folk are celebrating like mad; only it is civilized and lovely and perfect. I am Baraka--my unconscious obliging me by handing me a male figure with no hair? ;^) (As my male figures are normally bald.)

I want nothing more than to be recognized for my pivotal role in destroying the Emperor. But those pretty things would never acknowledge a monster like me; I'm not welcome among their elite crowd. I have blood on my rough worker's hands. I would make a horrible dancing partner. My blades, the side-claws which grow from my arms, are fresh and gleaming with beads of water--a light, cleaning rain has begun to fall on the city. That is a thing I have never known before--rain. It is cold and clear and beautiful and I love the way it feels on my skin. Mileena. I know she will understand. She will wish to tip back her head and taste the rain, as I have, almost giddy in that first moment I realized water could actually fall from the sky…so I am running through the soaking streets in search of her.

Then for a moment I am Mileena, who is like everything and everyone else except Baraka, who retained normal "daylight" coloration (?!) gone indigo with the night. I am fending off a pack of lustful males who have no idea that there is a monster's face beneath my mask. I don't want to mate with the dregs of any society, thank you very much, and certainly not with humans. But I know there are more of them than there are of me--they could overpower me, if they wished. I know it with a kind of detachment; it wouldn't be the first time I've been used that way, consensually or otherwise. But there is fear there, and outrage, and anyway I'm spoiling for a fight. So I show them my sai, which gleam in the icy rain, and offer to fight them for it. Their leader, a huge brawny fellow with so many scars that it's impossible to tell what he looks like, chuckles and starts toward me…

Then I am out of this dream, and myself again, reading a graphic novel which just happens to be the adventure I was just living. In the back there is a gallery, and I note particularly that Mileena, who is now unmasked and human, resembles a Greg Horn version of Elektra.

I wake up with a horrible back-ache and fragments of the dream sticking to my mind. Difficult awakening: the dreams don't want to let go, I want to sleep, but the pain insists I wake up--I am hurting badly, and hurting still. Very stiff back, neck, shoulders. An unquiet night.

Anyhow, there are the keys to my unconscious mind, use them however you like. :^P

You can stop skimming now; here's the more relevant chatter ;^)

I got this from Foxbaby who got it from jaykay who probably got it from somebody else ;^) Ran it through Mortal Kombat. Feat. my originals so you may be a little lost at points ;^P


favourite pairings (mostly het ;^p) :

Baraka/Mileena (cannot overemphasize how much I like this one ^_^)
Johnny/Sonya
Smoke/Jade
Jax/Sonya (deal with it!)
Rayden/Liu (ditto ditto!)

pairings I like but don't go out of my way to read unless a fic has been highly recommended:

Kitana/Liu
Johnny/any femme other than Sonya

pairings I'd love to read a really good fic in:

Jax/Sonya (this one is always so mishandled *sigh*)
Nightwolf/anybody other than Stryker

pairings I'm dying to write:

Baraka/Mileena/Brin (hrrm, do three count as a pair? ;^D)
Nightwolf/anybody other than Stryker. I'd hook him up with Jhera but she's a bit old ;^P
Rayden/Liu (who's your daddy, mortal? *evil grins*)

pairings that I'm not keen on reading:

Kitana/Liu
Kitana/anyone
Have you figured out yet that I'm sick of Kitana? ;^)
Tanya/anyone


pairing I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever ship (ever):

Shang Tsung/Shao Kahn. That's just--sick. Even for them.

I swore I would never write it and did anyway:

I don't write much of this sort of thing, so nothing.

things made clear by this list:

Boy, am I new at this ;^D

There, marvel at this list and its stupidity, and I will see you all tomorrow. Flatter me and I will be your standard-bearer :^D

Oh, by the way:

Hey, guess
what? I'm a--

What
color Yoshi are you? Come take the quiz!

Oh, look, another test. :^P

Buzz buzz, I am Coffee flavoured. I am popular in the workplace, even though I am often bitter. I am energetic to the point of being frenetic; buzz buzz, out of my way. I tend to overwork myself and need periods of recovery time. What Flavour Are You?

COFFEE =^D Yes please :^D

Supposing I were not coffee, my alternate flavor would be beef. Mmm, meat. I do so love meat it's so good...I would KILL for a steak right now, seared outside and still red and slightly sticky inside, sort of slipping wetly across the plate when cut, leaving half-cooked blood in its path...How perfectly--delicious. *Big grin showing all her fangs* I swear I've got Deghed'iin blood in here somewhere ;^)

Ok, something occurred to me this morning when I was looking at my headers: "First Album I Been Excited About" is horrible grammar. To satisfy the english-teacher within, I should point out that it ought to read "First Album I've Been Excited About" =^P

Just to prove I have a brain in this bloodthirsty skull of mine ;^D

How Could You?!?

It's really really not smart to leave all those tempting little quizzes around, because everytime I see one I just *have* to post the results...








Oooh cool! I wonder if this means I get to hop from building to building like in the Matrix? ;^)

Get Busy Child!

I Think She's Glad It's Workin' Time

There it is again: that sudden spike of activity in real-time that occurs when I'd really rather be maintaining my virtual life. Or whatever it is you're supposed to call an Internet existence.

Got up at 3 AM yesterday to scrounge up some Legend of Zelda: The Series .rms without interruption. That being the only time I got to myself for the rest of the day. Spent all day doing stuff--running errands for the family, followed by assisting with a seminar that's part of something I'm doing. Read: cleaned chalkboards, organized chairs, fetched forms, and stood around looking bright and eager when I'd rather be asleep with my head on the table. Like high-school, only I volunteered to do it. All together now: and I'm doing this why?

Because I promised I would. I know, I know, I've got to stop promising people things. ;^P

Anyhow, L, I got your mail--I just haven't had time to do more than glance at it. I like who you picked for your look-alikes, though :^)

Guess who has tickets for Attack of the Clones? =^D Actually, seeing as Han Solo's not in it, I could really kind of care less. But since I wasn't the one paying, it's a case of "hell yes, it's Star Wars and I'd be an idiot not to go."

Did I mention Han is my favorite? He's so cool *skips several paragraphs of fangeekness here*. He rules! He RULES, I tell you!!

And about that other entry (*points downward*) I was being 100% completely, utterly serious. Or perhaps not serious--more like intentionally ironic. But I really do think there needs to be an AntiBarbie--one whose main goal isn't to snare yet another Ken for yet another date and mysteriously raise yet another Baby Sister Kellie.

On that note: where are Ma and Pa Barbie? Seriously. I think it'd be cool after all these years to meet Barbie's mom and dad. They've tried everything else, why not that? It might be kind of neat :^)

And how come Barbie has only sisters? Are her "parents" capable of producing only girls? Are they part of the Bene Gesserit Order or something? (Huh, sorry, Dune reference.) I want to see Brother Barbie, damn it!

While we're at it, a completely unrelated thought:

Protein shakes, or whatever they're called. I mean really. Let's look at a (hypothetical) can of protein-shake powder:

"Build your muscles! Impress your friends! Improve your memory! Made from all-beef products!"

Let's look at the fine print *gets out magnifying glass*:

"Contains 100% Genuine cow ears, eyes, hooves, and mucus. May contain trace amounts of one or more of the following: livestock feed, various naturally-occuring fungi, and dead parasites. WARNING: may cause blindness."

Uhh, and people DRINK these? I'd rather be a scrawny antisocial twat with faulty short-term memory than consume those, thank you. Of course, I eat bologna, so I'm hardly in a position to talk, but oh well...

Hey, there's an idea for a T-shirt: "I EAT BOLOGNA! ...And?" ;^P

See you 'round, peeps! ^_^

PS: Oh, and uh, it's the Church of Trevor as in "Trevor Goddard". In case you were thinking of someone else ;^P

Alright on Top

The First Album I Been Excited About In A While

Wheee! Luke Slater's newest album!
I don't CARE what that says about me or my tastes or whether or not I'm part of "the movement"; only people with nothing better to do call it "the movement" anyway. I do not know art, I do not know trends, but I do know what I like. I called it up from memory, so it's not perfect but oh well:

(It's best if you're thinking Two Telephone Calls and an Air Raid from the MKA soundtrack with a groovy, gritty, growly voice over it) :


Don't protect me, don't respect me
When you use me you choose what to use,
When you bruise me you choose what to bruise.
It's all a game, heads you win
Tails, too bad--
You lose

Take me round again...

I heard it in the listening booth and I want this album so baaaadddddd...

In other news today: "Barbie and her effect on the general populace..."

That's bound to turn some heads. Her name is like some mystic incantation. Seriously. Say "Barbie" and people gather 'round to listen, hoping for some scathing wit or disparaging comparisons or some such drivel. Listen up, listen up and draw near:

HEIL BARBIE! *Nazi forearm salute* ;^P

Seriously, she and her Generation Girl Brigade have been trying to corrupt the souls of little girls for centuries, telling them that all you need is your magic changes-color-in-cold water boyfriend and a new pair of shoes to make you happy! All you need is the right hairstyle and a snazzy nylon-polyester suit to be a successful business mogul! There are no such things as Native Americans or handicapped children! A fake smile makes everything okay! In this darkest of hours, their foul teachings shall succeed...THEY SHALL PREVAIL! Mwa-hahhahahahhaha!

Unless...unless the glorious AntiBarbie arises to stand against this foul injustice! (Smart-ass remarks, heavy dark eyeshadow, and spiffy outfits which only come in green and purple are naturally all sold seperately) =^D

She listens to hardcore metal and all other music which annoys the sh*t out of people, she's never up before noon, she cannot cook to save her life! She hates housework, believes in the ERA and would rather put out her right eye than listen to an N*sync CD! She knows that trendies are the root of all evil and that, perhaps most of all, Mortal Kombat is the saving grace of humanity, that Ed Boon and John Tobais should be sainted, and that LIFE IS SWELL! Yes folks, AntiBarbie is our only hope!

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I've been thinking of letting more of my subversive, offensive stuff out onto the Web *rubbing hands together evilly*. Stuff such as that pretty bit of insanity above ^_^

For instance, did you know: I'm a Priestess of IT (no, not Info Technology, "it" capitals, the Almighty IT, and also a new student of the Church of Trevor. IT is right to give IT thanks and praise for IT's great vagueness!

I will also have dedicated rants. I'm thinking of calling it Much Ado About Nothing =^D It'll all go in the Forest of Madness with the rest of my insanity...

Life is good =^D