Weird Shit Happens.

First, all hail the Fried Bologna Sandwich. Weird? Maybe. Tastey? Hell yeah, and don't knock it till ya try it. Simple as this: butter hot pan, fry bologna, add fried bologna & spicy mustard to white bread. Eat. Ok, enough of that. Weird is waking up with a pulled ab muscle. Thats what it feels like. Lower left side. Hurts to stretch right. Ok, thats weird, huh? Nope. Weird is finding out, 10 hours later, your Mother woke up with the same exact feeling, that hurts the same way in the same place. Me and my Mother are close, but we no longer room together, so sympathy pains, especially 1008 miles apart, is fuckin' weird.

It's a small bus after all.

This past week I spent in Disney world, with four of my closest friends. I wouldn't have spent it any other way, if I had the chance. We ate Moroccan, French, Italian, Mexican and Surf & Turf. I drank a British beer...piss water (it was even yellow).
I went down my first enclosed water slide, and the only thing I can compare it to was entering light speed. Hundreds of pin pricks of light, coming in through the bolt holes, racing past my face as I sped out of control, in the pitch black. Fuckin' Awesome.
We had an impromtu sing-a-long on a bus ride between two parks. Disney themes, show tunes, and a rousing three verses of bye bye miss american pie, which was joined in by the front half of the bus. Our driver was cool enough (and amused enough) to open his dispatch mike and send us out live over the CB radio to all the other disney buses. We received a standing ovation at the bus stop. I'm proud.
But, shortly after returning home I remembered how boring this town is and how much I missed my friends, and of course the fact that they were now, and again, over 1000 miles away. My birthday was uneventful. I read most of the day. Made a special dinner for myself consisting of country fried pork cutlets, biscuts and gravy. Felt my heart clogging from all the pork, fat, and carbs. Then I went to bed early.

To Broadway, Ally Cat, A-Jizzle and Whosey Whatsis,
I miss you all so much it hurts. I love you guys. Thank you for everything.

A legend has left us.

Chris Benoit, his wife Nacy and son Daniel have been found dead in their Atlanta, Georgia home. We will morn their deaths. A moment of silence is more then deserved.


His skill in the wrestling ring will never be matched. His technical skill was and will forever be the best the wrestling world has ever seen. I send out my condolences to their families. His personality and abilities will be severly missed. I am at a loss for words. I can bearly see though the tears shed out of respect and love for the Rabid Wolverine. I can only hope that he has once again met up with his good friend Eddie, and they will have many good matches where ever they end up.

We still miss you Eddie.
Eddie Guerrero
Eduardo Gory Guerrero Llanes
10/9/1967 - 11/13/2007

We miss you Chris.
Chris Benoit
Christopher Michael Benoit
5/21/1967 - 6/25/2007

Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

For those of you who know me, I'm one of those. For those who care, I haven't deceided which witch is which. Forever tainted in the eyes of the judgmental masses, I am who I am. This burst of openess, which as you may see from past blogs or past conversations, those of you who have had the pleasure know who you are, is not unusual for me. But this time it comes with a happy element for me, I have finally started a "Tool Kit" which I have been procrastanating around for about ten years. If you know the math, I was very young at the start of budding witchhood. I thank my mother, a finer witch will never be known to me. This amazes some as she has never "practiced" as it were. Not practiced as worked and tryed and such, "practice" as some say to use or work with in general ie. I am a "practicing" witch. She has never worked with or used any supernatural or preternatural abilites. For those who laugh or are dazed at my wording, Magick or Magic or Magik (your choice really, all interchangable) has been used for eons. It predates Jewdaism, Hinduism, Christianity, and most of the rest.

I'm not trying to insult anybody, it is a matter of history. Druidism, Shamanism and Polytheism all predate monotheistic religions. They are not better, just different. You worship one god, I worship many. You pray to one god to fufill your needs, I call an aspect of divinity into myself to fufill my own needs. And before I get lots of hate mail comments I advise you picking up a book on the subject, written by a witch not some prujudice proffessor. I recomend anything by Silver Raven Wolf or Cunningham, though Ravenwolf is geared towards teenagers and Cunningham is geared towards expirienced practicers. Hope this clears up the myth that we're all goths sacrificing small animals in the woods, or satan worshipers (I remind you, Christians invented Satan and hell. There would be no satanists if their was no christianity. I say this because Christians are the most likely to attack, ignoreing any sensible arguement.)

Back to my "Tool Kit", no it doesn't contain wrenches and hammers, it contains multiple useful magickal items. An athame, a boline, an altar cloth, candles and snuffer, herb selection, wand, talismans, and other magical items, though not demanded, are very helpful to casting and praying. All of which I have made my self or recycled from other materials. Any questions on what each of the items are or are used for, please leave in a comment, and i'll comment on your comment. All questions will be answered, no question is too small.

I know, most hear recycled and wonder why? Well I am a Green Witch, also known as a Hearth Witch, Nature Witch, or Agrocultural Witch, none of which to be confused with Wicca. All of which boils down to I practice a type of magic which reveers animals and nature, finds power and spirituality though communing with nature, and above all does no harm to any living creature which cannot defend itself. Now My personal belief contains that last addage "which cannot defend itself", but most would argue that to no end. It is by no means a widely held belief in the green practicers. Anyway, I try to let nothing be wasted. As such, I see recycling objects for my tools a very fitting end to their past, and a step in the right direction for their future.

Any how, I will let everyone know when I have finished and may take orders in the future, but that remains to be seen.

Bored!

I have very little to do but organize my room. I can't job-hunt yet becuase Pop still needs me to help a little every day, but life is slowing down enough that its almost that time. I should have sold all the comics*, and with saving my paychecks, I'll have a GOOD computer by June-ish. Other then that i just have to figure out which hobby I want to work on every night. For the sake of future D&D games, I creating and catologing all the items found for sale in all of the buildings found in a town/outpost of my own creation. I'm also creating/finishing Alternity adventures for a game I never got to finish GMing. I'm also creating terrain and painting models for 40k. And picking up on an old art habit which i'm sure will cost me a fortune some how or another.
You see I have two very bad habits (that I care to mention at the moment), which happen to collide every night. I tend to work on something until it bores me, and I tend to jump around from project to project in an atempt to stop that from happening. So the result usually ends with a lot of half finished projects, which i'm bored to death of because i feel i've done nothing but work on each one. Now between D&D, Alternity, 40k, Drawing, Painting, Cooking, Carpentry, Poetry and working on 3 diffent novels (yes 3), thats alot of boredom. So now you see my problem. All of which i'm sure could be cured by a night or two of vegging out with my crew, but due to a lack of crew, i'm screwed. I miss all of you so much it hurts. Till I can see you all again.


*See Junk Day Cometh

Junk Day Cometh

Today is yard sale day, or as it said on one of the signs (i swear on my godhood, i read this in my neighborhood) "Yad Sale". They write like they talk down here, and they talk like the uneducated, inbred, toothless sons of bitches they are. Today was a day of junk and treasure, I found an ergonomic keyboard, a few interesting CDs, and a few comics. The seller didnt know what they had, and far be it for me to tell them. A fool and his money are soon parted. Now some of you who know me well, read that and say sure buy it and save it, what good? But, much to thier surprise, I plan to sell them. You see, I have no interest in any of the heroes or storylines in any of said comics, and they are all first issues. The least valueable is worth what I paid for the stack of 30-something. So I may have a computer sooner then I expected. They're worth a new 24" lcd HiDef Widescreen Monitor. Or at least a 20" Flat panel. I'd be happy with either, i'm not a needy Deity. With that, I take my leave.

I hate Heat

Florida sucks, and its hot as hell too. I cant WOW for i have no computer. I cant talk for i have no cell service. I cant drive for i have no gas money, which means Twitch in Richmond and The Shrink in Tulane can't see me for a while. Home is gone and I have had nothing but pressure on my head. I miss my movie crew. Ally Cat, Whosey Whatsits, even A-Jizzle, not that he ever really talked to me, WW3, all my family. I miss you so much. You most of all Scarecrow.... but i digress, Posts may be scarce since im still moving in, but any comments would be appreciated.

Any Faster and I would go Back in Time...

Things are moving quicker then expected. We found a house, left a deposit, got a morgage, sold our house, and packed our stuff, in two weeks, TWO damn weeks. By April, I will be leaving everyone and everything I know behind. Winter, Friends, Winter, Family, Winter, The enviornment and geography I know. All gone! And to top it off, No Damn WINTER. Good bye to all my loved ones- Ally Cat, Whosey Whatsits, and all of the "Movie Crew"/ Frisbee Team that I know. These people got me through my hardest times. The only up side is The Shrink will be a car ride away, so i'll have some taste of home, if only until he graduates. Kind of ease my way out, so to say.

No "Home, Sweet Home" For Me

Sweet Home Florida... not the same ring as Alabama, but use what you got. Lord I'm coming home to you. Now, I've never felt "at home" anywhere, but I'm always interested in trying new things. Sushi sucks, btw. Wicked rocked, though. But I digress, I will soon be moving cross country, to Florida. Surely, not my first choice, but as stated above, work with what you have. The first exploration will be at the begining of February. The move should be some time in June or July. To anybody reading this, Goodbye. To anyone who didn't, your S.O.L.

A Taste for Blood

For those who are able, watch Dexter sundays at 10pm on showtime. It made me feel that old bloodlust boiling up again. Gods, thats a feeling i've missed. For those who know my "more interesting" side, it made me feel like home. Ah, the joys of simple pleasures. Mayhem, Chaos, Destruction. The finer points in life. Next time, fans.

Close Encounters of the Wing Kind

Lunch with my Ghost went well. Seems like things didnt work there and now thier back. Cool. Anyhow slow day. As of now, I havent heard back for the movie i should be seeing right now. They're lost in manhattan, proly. They have 30 more minutes, then i say "Nite".

Come and Gone...

Well, 21. Yay....feel the sarcasism. Been writing, nothing good yet, soon though. Got a call from a ppl i didn't expect. Seeing them soon. Also wierd. See, they went away never to come back. So now their back and i'm like huh? OK whatever, i'm easy. So party. If my poetic side comes back, i'll let ya'll know.

One Down, 1 to go

Tonight was good. Saw lots of friends, drank lots of booze. Damn music was to loud, But they say if its too loud then your too old. I'm too old. Its the day of my birth (21 years removed), and later I have another party to go to. Movie and diner with other good friends. NO fight tonight hope i can fight today. Any way, good night or good morning......Whatever.