The big 09

It is almost upon us. Wow

/jealous of the lack of angst the Ducklings have

Tonight I will be at O'Conner's with the little brother and family. I will also be at work having what I expect will be a great time.

Happy New Year!!!!

Holy Moly Batman!

Once I got home from work last night I thought Christmas was over. I was wrong. After getting a frightening hospital call from Little Brother I raced over there (though I am ashamed to say I changed pants first...and got my books ready for the ER waiting room...and still got there in 5 minutes ----> zoom zoom zoom) and who do I find but my Mom! She flew in with no one knowing and surprised us all for the holidays! Well, I'm off to make hopefully very little noise as I start my studies and Wrimo this morning, think and elephant on tip toes, trunk carefully lifted near a bug zapper. That pretty much describes my ability to be quiet.

Happy Christmas Eve Day!

Oh the Possibilities

It is nearing the end of the year and while many people find sadness or mixed feelings at the thought of time passing in such a final way I think it is important to remember how boring life would be if time did not pass at all. To never change, never learn, how horrible a fate that would be? If asked I am sure most people would admit to wanting eternal youth, eternal life (not the dead kind either). To remain in such an unchanging state, especially if the rest of the word was not following the same path, to have to watch everything like you were stuck in a picture, hands pressed up against the canvas wall, man that is probably what hell is like.

Truthfully this post was supposed to be about year end book lists and the great list I was able to compile to be added to the TBR/TBL archive that sits stuck up on my refrigerator. (It's a great list by the way, looks like loads of great books to be requested from the library.)

Even though there are still a few days left before we need to consider the coming new year I want to wish it a very happy arrival. Picture it on a plane that is landing. We're all standing on the runway (obviously it is one of those 2 prop death mobiles you have to walk to...brave new year).

/waves at new year

It is great to see you!

Is that a Hammer or are you just happy to see me?

Now it should be first said that I love Christmas. The spirit, the smell, the atmosphere of the season is wonderful and addictive and means I get to eat lots of really great food.

However

If I have to hear that Silver bells atrocity one more time the Spider Hammer is going to get a work out.

/polishes Spider Hammer to a shine

/points menacingly at the Trans Siberian Orchestra

Yeah I'm talking to you guys!

Ahem....Have a lovely Tuesday!

Intrepid Explorers Everywhere Unite!

So these aren't the best pictures of him getting eaten by the snow but they are the only ones I snapped. (The rest of the time I was either goading him on or getting pulled into the snow by my over exuberant puppy). But Oh the snow, oh the bloody dastardly snow that just keeps falling.

So as with every thing else that displeases me I am playing the ignore it game! Enter anime and my Wrimo. Wrimo, hmmmm, I can't call it that anymore. You see I gave it a name. Had to, after a month it needed something but an abbreviation and a date. It's cheezy, not very descriptive and I can't really match it to the plot but I'm far too lazy to change it now. ---------->-------------------------->------------------------------------>--------------------->
------------------------------------> Kept from the Light

In other news knitting is mean. I don't mean like the kid who used to steal your snack or a very rude foreign driver who is convinced that snow is really disguised atomic bombs just waiting to blow their....ahem.....not that kind of mean.
It is the "eat the very last scoop of ice cream in front of you letting you see it before it disapears forever" kind of mean. How can something that 80 year old arthritic people do mock me so?????

/pout

/subtly kick knitting stuff out the back window laughing with glee

/gets stuff back from rabid deer in a smoking jacket and tries again

I wish you all a very happy very safe wintery Saturday evening.

Woosh

Finally it is my weekend. (Yes I'm special I get my own) I sit letting dinner cook and I just had to share with you the still thermal disaster site that is my brain.

If you read the last post you know I have found treasure that Sotherby's would want desperately if they knew it existed. In particular I am truly fond of the "Death" song. {Click here for Death Song fun}

Anyways, I went to the library and what did I find? A book on knitting, one on crochet, the history and basic info on kendo and one on the suicide of Yukio Mishima, a Japanese author who...ummm...well he disemboweled himself in a government building in protest of the direction Japanese culture was taking..and that's the short version. So as I try to balance out this nice array of research followed up by picking up my Japanese books again, continuing finding out about steampunk and my new hunt for a matrial art I am also finishing my Wrimo, writing down and then putting aside new stories that pester me and try to get everything ready for Christmas.

On top of all that, plus leveling Kelso (I'm at 78 now just 2 more levels then I...get to do it all over again with Lecanu.../yay) I get to ->

Go a Full 40 Hours At Work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is so sweet, I've wanted to do this for over a year. Woot I shall wallow in my happiness and ignore my tired brain while watching...you guessed it, the Death song.

/smile

Alive but not really breathing....

Ok, one second to catch my breath.

.....lol......

Right. So it's been awhile since I posted, my bad. There's been stuff and stuff and nuclear war going on inside my skull but that is all cleared up now. Thank you mind over matter guru!

Now I am going to share a gem with you, an item so valuable, so rare that it is considered (in some circles) priceless! But first the strange and twisted tale of how I came across such treasure.

/puts on funny but effective story-telling-hat

As I was perusing Anime Crazy there was a list of the 5 most underrated animes. Bored out of my skull and needing background sounds to continue crocheting my blanket I chose Chrno Crusade (great show). However I had a bit of a shock when one of the lead 'good' guys was voiced by the same actor as the reprehesible villan in another show I watch called Bleach. For the first 5 eps I was a bit thrown by hearing the blonde man talking with Aizen's voice (keep in mind I've watched Bleach for at least over a year).

On the same site I saw a link to great new Japanese dramas. I clicked on the one about the revenge seeking siblings, watched a few (it's ok) and then scrolled down the list. There it was. Bleach Saein. Something about Bleach, you say? But of course I clicked. And promptly laughed so hard I could not breathe in the middle of work. Getting through 11 minutes was difficult so I save it for after work.

So worth it!

It's rock, it's opera and shiny people in white coats!

There is no way to actually describe this. Seeing is so much better than reading about it.

Oh and one more thing...when they come out to take a bow and you wonder why you still have 15 minutes left on the load bar keep watching. I'm pretty sure I saw one of the Taicho's doing the running man (Toshiro anyone?). 80's pop ballad a la Gotei 13 style?

Like I said, it's like Santa Claus, Seeing is believing.

Warning: Do not drink water while Playing, choking is bad.

Magic my friend

Ding 74 about a hour before work. Woot! Half of my Christmas shopping already done and wrapped waiting to be placed underneath my wee little Charlie Brown tree. Done. One book already read and a second up in line? I'll raise you for a done! The back yard looking tidier than it has in months? Done (to the square)!

What has brought this flury of productiveness? Umm, well, I'll show you.

Meet my inner editor.

Editor waves and smiled beaurocratically.

Using the knowledge of every manical Looney Toons character known to man we put this unevolved and supremely annoying fungus out of its misery with a combination of acid, Acme boxing gloves and a zamboni.

/dusts off hands and pats back for a job well done

/treats for Jup (he was a big moral support)

Oh crap.

Ghost of inner editor waves and cracks knuckles eager to get to work destroying all creativity around it.

Anyone know a good exorcist?