Go figure.
2006-11-25 7:39 p.m.
Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession
The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.
Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
Take the Test to Find Out.
From whoo-hoo to sobbing uncontrollably in sixty seconds.
2006-11-24 10:58 p.m.
Why is it every time I finish a novel, I cry. This time I can't stop. It's like having all your bestfriends die and all your boyfriends break up with you at once. I feel so alone now. It's like where did everyone go? I just had a tear go down my left cheek and I was completely perplexed that it was clear (in my fucked up novel world vampire tears are pinkish). The whole transition back to the left side of my brain and realizing that these people never existed is so hard. I think I'm insane.
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2006-11-24 10:40 p.m.
At 10:37pm tonight I finished writing a fifty thousand word novel.
Dear Novelist,
You did it.
Despite everything else going on in your busy life, you managed to pull off the creative coup of writing a 50,000-word novel in just one month.
When the going got tough, you got typing, and in four weeks, you built vast worlds and set them in motion. You created characters; quirky, interesting, passionate souls with lives and loves and ambitions as great as yours. You stuck it out through the notoriously difficult middle stretch, and pressed onward as 80% of your fellow writers dropped out around you.
And now look at you: A NaNoWriMo winner. And the owner of a brand-new, potential-filled manuscript. It's an amazing accomplishment, and we're proud to have had you writing with us this year.
Awe, shucks. 0 People have tried to sell me ViagraThe black death. No turkey for you.
2006-11-24 6:36 p.m.
Glockgirl is going to kick my ass tonight and win NaNoWriMo more power to her! I will finish, I will just be a little slower at it. Thanksgiving has officially been canceled. I was going to host it at my house tomorrow, but my head cold has turned into a full flu. The fun kind where you put your running shoes on and carry a big plastic container with you at all times because you are unsure when and where it's going to hit. That's all I'm going to write about distasteful bodily functions.
My brother called and said my mother is sick too and everyone is fine with the idea of doing dinner next week or perhaps on Christmas or 2008 is actually looking pretty good for everyone. I'm so relieved I don't have to clean my messy house, I could throw up in sheer glee - I totally went there and lied about the bodily function thing, sorry about that.
So I'm taking loads of pepto, painkillers, anti-nausea meds and am wrapped up in a big comforter on the couch. Trin's sick too, she's been sneezing all day and Loki ate breakfast then ran into my room and barfed it all up next to my shoes. He knows better than to puke inside my designer shoes. I totally went there again, didn't I? I just love disgusting bodily functions. They fascinate me so.
We are all sick. I'm sporting a lovely shade of greyish-green. I'm fairly certain it's the plague. I'm going to quit writing, before I start describing in greater detail, other things shooting out of my orifices. I'm blaming this on all those sick people at the pharmacy. Memo to self: get someone else to pick up your prescriptions when you're taking steroids and have no immune system or rent one of those big hamster balls or someting akin to what John Travolta was in when they filmed The Boy in the Bubble.
I probably have some horrible flesh eating virus that's slowly eating me from the inside out...Oh damn. Sorry.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraHappy Thanksgiving!
2006-11-23 8:54 a.m.
A Whole Lotta Snot.
2006-11-23 1:41 a.m.
I knew the pharmacy would be busy as it was the last day before a four day weekend. I had a bunch of refills to pick up in order to keep me uninflamed and unpregnant (not really an issue right now, unless you believe in immaculate conception) so I wasn't surprised to find the pharmacy filled with old people and snotty people whose phlegm was trying to escape form every orifice. I did my best to stay way from the snotty ones, especially the snotty ones with uber snotty children in tow and instead hung out with the blue haired crowd.
One of my prescriptions wasn't ready, even though I internetted everything in last Friday, so I was commanded to sit in a germ riddled chair and wait. I pulled out my tiny Japanese Notebook "Note Book Most Advanced Quality Gives Best Writing Features" and was scribbbling some NaNoWriMo notes. After fifteen minutes, a loud booming voice screamed out my full name: "Kung Fu Kitten, Come On Down!" Everybody in the pharmacy went dead silent and then burst out laughing. I shoved my notebook into my purse and walked up to the counter. "So what did I win?" I asked. Apparently, only a bag full of pills. Still it was pretty crazy. The last time someone used my full name, I was grounded for a month for spilling beer in my mother's car.
As I was clear out in Gresham and I had been driving with expired tags, I thought I would go to the DEQ station and fail the test. To my absolute and utter surprise my car passed - even with secondhand craptacular sparkplug wires. You could have knocked me over with Kleenex full of snot. Now I'm driving legal! I no longer have to start hyperventilhating when the policia pulls up behind me.
I got four thousand words done today for NaNoWriMo and pulled ahead of Glockgirl for the first time, well, ever. I'd be impressed with myself, but it was basically an interrupted sex scene, main character gets all whiny because Dave's going to L.A. to kill someone then she finally has hot weasel sex* with Shelley. Apparently, he likes it when you scratch him so hard his back bleeds. Oh my. Then while they were talking and snuggling, his back partially healed to the pillow. So of course when they were getting it on again, she ripped the pillow off, causing copious amount of pain, pleasure and orgasms. Oh my, times ten.
* No hot weasels were harmed in the writing of this novel. It's just an expression.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraThings I Do No Recommend Doing Number 33.
2006-11-21 11:00 p.m.
As I've whined about incessantly mentioned previously, I somehow managed to acquire a sinus cold. It's not that bad, just some snarfing, sneezing and sniffling. I came home from work today with that really icky feeling that you worked your ass off all day long, but didn't really accomplish anything. Plus, I'm finally done with this last round of Prednisone.
I found myself falling asleep while trying to eat dinner so I decided a nap was in order. Loki thinks after dinner naps are the greatest thing ever invented. Actually, he's also a fan of the after breakfast, before brunch, after lunch and the late evening nap as well.
So Loki and I crawled underneath one sheet, two blankets and two comforters for a good two hour snooze. Somehow I was having problems breathing and rather than wake up and deal with it, my unconscious body came up with a brilliant breathing assistance program.
You see, I have a broken nose from kung fu so I have to sleep on my left side. With a cold it's completely impossible to breathe through my nose. In my infinite unconscious wisdom I decided to shove my right index knuckle into the corner of my mouth, thus wedging my mouth open so I could breathe. This unfortunately led to some serious drooling problems. Not to mention the fact that when I woke up my tooth had some how compressed the nerve in my arm and I was unable to move my right arm for half an hour. I don't recommend this method of sleeping. I'm considering holding a telethon for the victims of tonight's sleeping disaster. Loki is also filing a claim for the copious amounts of drool that his fur soaked up.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraOne two three four I declare a word war!
2006-11-21 9:51 a.m.
Glockgirl has been my unofficial person to beat on my NaNoWriMo buddy list as we've been plugging along at the same pace. Well, I challenged her to a Word War for the last week! Whomever reaches 50,000 words first wins! I stuck a little counter widget in the upper right hand corner so you can monitor our progress. She'll probably put it on her page too. So are you Smitten with the Kitten or into the whole Glockgirl Swirl? Whoo-hoo! I'm behind and need to catch up, she's whoopin' my ass. It's time to take out all the stops, open up that bottle of Diet Coke and type until my fingers bleed and I'm wearing my carpal tunnel braces 24/7.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraZen and The Art of the Siamese Fire Drill
2006-11-20 3:09 p.m.
So I was over bugging Mr. Fabulous as I am wont to do when I am procrastinating and his post reminded me that I woke up in the middle of the night with the most brilliant and funniest idea ever. Thankfully, Laurel gave me a little notebook to put on my bedside table for such ideas, so I grabbed it in the dark and wrote down the following:
"Siamese Fire Drill - When you go to sleep with one cat and wake up with the other one."
Now I don't think it's going to win the nobel prize for peace but it's kind of funny. Not politically correct, as the Siamese prefer to be called Thailand American Felines. Actually, what's even funnier is that my dream cluttered mind absolutely had to write this down before I would allow myself to go back to sleep. My cats do pull Siamese Fire Drills all the time. I'll take a nap with one and when I get up a different cat pops out from under the covers. Crazy felines. They totally do that on purpose. Also, did anyone catch Loki's cameo appearance in yesterday's video? I'll give you a hint: he was doing his Norman Bates impression.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraNoNoWriMo The Movie
2006-11-19 5:09 p.m.
I'm probably more proud of this than I really should be, but there you have it. And yes, I should have been writing instead of making a movie but I was horny inspired. The word count slowly trudges along, as I do. I really need to bathe. Even my seventeen dollar deoderant is having problems battling my Eau De Kungfukitten. The cats are even giving me weird looks. Loki keeps trying to bury me. What's up with that?
Also, some YouTube Troll went and rated ALL of my videos a one which breaks my heart and makes me want to cry, so if you have a YouTube account and want to rate my videos higher than a freaking one, I'll love you long time, send you a CD, go on a date with you (or Milkshake will) or watch and rate all your video accordingly. *Thumbs Up* I mean come on, that's just plain mean. I put my heart and soul into these little babies. They are all made with the tiny camera in my MacBook and lovingly pieced together by a girl who doesn't have a clue about film. Not bad, in my opinion. Not award winning, but I didn't deserve the Troll treatment. :(
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