See These Eyes So Green

Well a four day non scheduled vacay. Home repair don't ya know.

Had a great time at H's house Friday. We have a scheduled massage, wrap and soak for Aug 21st at the hotsprings. J and Kiddlet will be coming along too. Spa day for the girls. Kiddo is beside herself. Quicky post for today as I am still fighting yesterdays headache of doom.

Watched Rockstar last night and Dead Like Me. I tried for Miami Ink but I was just way too pooped. Kidlet is back at her dad's and tomorrow she and my mom are taking off for an overnight at the beach. I am seriously overdue for a beach trip but I need to save up for back to school et al.

Oh on the plus side, H got a new computer and I am going to take her old one and her monitor and the ex thinks that between my old system and hers he can cobble together one for my house. Free or at the very least cheap is good for me. I am going to get him to set up the cable as well. For that, I will cook him cassoulet no problemo.

Sleep Sleep Tonight And May Your Dreams Be Realized

A late night post from the non at home computer owner. Spooky. This is of course coming courtesy of H's computer as I am spending the night. Had a lovely dinner and hung out as usual talking the night away. Helped her set up a blog of her own. Now we just need to spend some time customizing it. That will be another day. The plan is to get up early and go have breakfast at a little Russian cafe in Camas before I head off to work.

Tell you what is odd. The flashback sensation of sitting in the glow of a monitor in a dark room. Considering the hours I spent on Everquest I suppose a flashback or two is normal. I actually miss EQ. I had a blast on that game the first year or so. Well playing Sorchia and especially Starrlight. I have to be honest, that toon was by far the most fun to play. Until later 50+ levels when they nerfed my fucking mezz. Sony. Meh. Damn idiot ex BF. Meh x2.

But yes, the glow of the computer is causing me that weird deja vu sensation. Bet I have fucked up dreams of Fippy Darkpaw and his daily death. Hrmm...much like Starr's daily death. You'd think the poor fucker was an enchanter!

Oh The Devil Will Find Work For Idle Hands To Do

Fast post as I am outta here at 4 today. W, my co-worker has informed me I must go up to H's tonight even though we are due in tomorrow at 8. Which is good, since I have a nasty tendency to sacrifice my fun time for work time. With out her flogging me with the proverbial wet noodle, I'd just be here 10 hours today and another 10 tomorrow. Which is bleh.

I have a new spot I am dying to go vacation at. Puerto Rico. Watched Anthony Bourdain No Reservations last night and he was there. Lovely place. Any country that gives the world the Pina Colada is ok by me. And I love that show. Anthony is a foul mouthed smartass and I just love that in a man. Of course he is enhanced by actually having a job. Ahem. Minor ex rant digression. Forgive me.

His show in Sweden was a classic. Apparently he hates ABBA with a burning passion. Enough to toss an ax at their CD's while shouting "Mama Mia this, bitch." Now that is just funny. Which reminds me I need to share this show with H when I get there tonight. She is a no nonsense wench and I know she'd get it.

Over and out~

The Space That's In Between Insane And Insecure

Now there is a lyric that sums up my day. Co-worker drama, testing software drama, piece of crap print server drama. Lions and Tigers and Bears, OH MY!

Got in late today due to kiddoswap routine. And I am just not feeling overtime in me today. I am getting old, ya know?! Besides 5 years of this will burn a person out.

I pondered what I wrote last night about Blog guilt. Do I write this for me or do I write this for the occasional people (who never comment..come on people, I don't bite!) who land here and read my rambling thoughts? I suppose the long and short of it is, I write primarily for myself because I need to.

I was a journal keeping fiend from the age of 11 on. Putting my take on my little world view into words has always been a form of therapy for me. Vent and move on. I do try to write with an ear for others though. Personal inner brain-code and my own rambling thoughts would be awful to have to read and I know it. Like Faulkner on caffiene.

There's a scary thought!

Watched Rockstar last night. Why oh why must we continue to endure Zayra? She borrows portions of her vocals from Bjork and way too fucking much of her wardrobe from Cher. Which is probably the reason she is still there. Oh the power of the pussy. Slap a strip of leopard printed electricians tape up it and sing sing sing. Never mind that your voice is crap crap crap. Blech.

As The 10th Impact Shimmered The Forbidden Candles Beamed

This is a guilt post. Seriously, I am exhausted but I feel guilt over not actually writing anything. Gah. Blog guilt =(

On the plus side I got my first issue of Gothic Beauty yesterday and I had a nice evening reading and watching Rockstar Supernova. Go Storm Go! Although I like Dilana.

Anyhow, the mag is really lovely. Nice glossy pages and a great interview with Poppy Z. Brite. I highly recommend it. And gorgeous models and clothes.

Oh and something really really bad was advertised. Not bad as in awful, but bad as in, "damn I could get obsessed by this idea" kinda bad. That would be spending Halloween in Dracula's castle. The really real one. Kidlet was into that idea too.

And now, I have put forth words to page so I am outta here. The Big Salad awaits.