Empty spaces in the blog
Mood:  chatty
Topic: Self-referential topic
Lately I've been rather unblogular. As usual very little goes on around here, and it being tax season ups the nada factor by a significant margin. Really, not much to post about.

But it's kind of annoying that I have had several little mental conversations with myself in the shower that seemed like perfect blog musings, only to have them evaporate by the time I've dried off, combed the beard out and gotten the machine warmed up. Seems I can only think in the shower lately, the rest of the time I'm letting the TV put my brain to sleep.

So now I'm putting this blah little filler bit in so when I look at the calendar linky thing I won't see a big space of unblogged days. I have nothing to report, no interesting tidbits of my goofy brain activity to stick out into the world.

Boring really.

Again
Mood:  not sure
Topic: It's all about me
I'm getting that feeling again - the vague urge to write something down. I don't like it. This particular urge is annoying because it never seems to have any actual material backing it up. Before when this would happen it would drive me apeshit because I had no outlet, but things are different now. I am currently involved in 3 active games (and 1 inactive one, but we're not going to get into that again...) which make for excellent writing exercise.

Is this going to make a difference? I don't know yet, but so far it still feels the same. I don't like the restless insomnia attacks that strike me; I don't care for the frustrating moments when my fingers rest on the keys motionless and waiting. I don't like how I feel when I look at old files growing cold, or at new ideas scribbled down writhing in their birth agonies.

I'm getting a headache now.

Coffee rings and Clove smoke
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Self-referential topic
Found the dilapidated folder where I keep my old poetry stuff. That's where Consume came from. I leafed through it, deciding if I wanted to post any of it.

I'm done with that particular cul-de-sac of memory lane. Some of that stuff is unbearable now that I'm not in that place. I think I'll post the other one that I liked later on when I don't have anything else to post.

Grey cold blah
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Life in Texas
We get a day or two of sunshine, then the skies go grey and it gets wet again. I'm not supposed to complain about any moisture, because we need all we can get, but this near constant blah weather is sapping my energy. Going outside to feed the cats and then get the mail is about all the outside I can tolerate lately. I need to keep a blanket on my desk chair so I don't freeze when I'm up all night typing on this machine. I end up sleeping all day, not wanting to do anything.

The grey is getting on my nerves. Something different needs to happen.

Consume
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Out of my mind
Heavier metals than you
Have settled in my veins,
But still I find you comforting.
I waste energy on you.
I shiver.
I fret needlessly.
You've become the excess salt,
The second and third portion,
The endless cups of coffee.
I wish to consume you
And grow fat on you,
Until I die of you.

So, so wrong
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Brain candy
I so totally missed that call, and yet I was actually right about why. Yes, this is another damn post about that fruity Project Runway show.

Wendy (Hagletta) Pepper not only didn't go down, not only managed to survive to the final 3, but managed to win the last elimination round. With an orange top and skirty bit with feathers on it. Feathers for fucks sake! But get this - I told the hubby that despite Kara and Austin being the golden children, and Jay being in just because nobody wants Wendy in the final 3, there was no way they had a lock on it.

I told him that Kara was pretty much a guarantee - she's got talent and versatility, there was just no way she could fuck it up. And she did: she had a cute dress (also in orange) but insisted on these floppy beaded leather pants that she expected would make it look funky and hip. Bzzzzt! Try again. Totally dumpy.

I told him that Jay was a talented designer, but was rather lucky to have made it so far. Jay's design was nice, but it looked so dated and dowdy. But it wasn't so bad that it was worth eliminating, more of a 'Thanks hon, now go and get the real dress' kinda deal.

I told him that Wendy, despite being evil, was a solid dressmaker and had some talent at design. Her major downfall was that she couldn't rise to the time limits of the challenge, and she would waste her limited time playing the game to win instead of making a fucking dress. Wendy's top wasn't bad looking, but the woman they made it for liked it. But those feathers! Nobody likes feathers anymore honey - the flapper thing is so done.

And Austin. Dear sweet china doll Austin. The hubby is so upset that he was eliminated - he was certain that he would be a shoo-in. But I told him that Austin had one weak point: he loves the glamour. I knew that he could just as easily lose himself in the Austin Scarlett image and make something completely wrong. It happened before. I liked Austin's gown - lovely, beautiful colors, nice drape. But it wasn't a Grammy dress, and he should have known that. So goodbye Austin, au revoir. He's still gonna get a bitchin' deal somewhere because that boy is talented.

So there you go. The final 3 have been selected and now we just gotta wait for the big fashion moment where Kara beats the shit out of Wendy's tired designs. You know it's gonna happen. But before we get to the main event, next week they're gonna get everyone together again for a big behind the scenes and rap session deal. You know they're gonna get all up in Wendy's face. It's gonna be giggly evil all over again.

Oy, I am getting queeny and mean in my old age...

Bow down and worship!
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Various webshit
[Thefterated from Gryphbear and SingerBr]

Oooooookay
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Various webshit

You're The Moon!
You frequently take small steps, but you think very highly of each and every one of them. This aloof attitude doesn't begin to reflect how high and mighty you actually are, though you are able to reflect light onto others when it seems appropriate. Whether the glass is half full, half empty, waxing pedantic, or even crescent-shaped is something ever-changing in your perspective. These mood swings at least follow a consistent cycle, one that makes others believe you have mystical powers. Ultimately, your head is always in the clouds and you just can't seem to stay grounded.
Take the State Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

WANT!
Mood:  cool
Topic: Nothing in particular
Flaming Carrot costume

Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme!

This guy is officially cooler than me because he got off his ass and did what I've only been thinking about for around a decade. The bastard.

Hanging by a thread
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Brain candy
I so can't wait for the next Project Runway. Wendy Pepper, or the Wicked Witch of the West as we like to call her, has managed once again to avoid the axe and make it to the final elimination before the big event. She's goin' down! If you didn't catch the last episode you must see it. They'll be replaying it on Wednesday before they play the new one - I'm serious now, you gotta watch it.

Why? Because Kara Saun disses the Wicked Witch on the runway. Because Jay calls her a cockroach to her face. Because she has a breakdown on camera (though really it was entirely fuctup and not worth being evil and giggly over). Because you get to see Austin Scarlett walk the runway - and be called butch in the process.

I wonder if the sisters of Snark will take a scratch at this show...