Too easy
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Various webshit

CAT - your daemon may be a cat if you are
independent and comfort loving. You follow your
heart and do what you want to do - no matter
what others think. You have a strong sense of
your own worth, and an inner dignity. You may
be loving and generous in one moment, and then
lash out at someone in the next. You have as
many moods as there are colours in a rainbow,
and you wear them all brilliantly. You always
know what you want right now - although in five
minutes you may change your mind and set your
sights elsewhere. You like to do things with
style and flair. When someone else orders you to do something, do
you feel an unholy urge to do exactly the
opposite? That just might be your inner daemon
talking.

What Is Your Daemon?
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Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Mood:  down
Topic: It's all about me
My back is acting up again. I don't know if it's something pinched or something pulled or what - hell I don't even know what I did to get it acting up again. So now I have to pile the pillows up on either side of me so I can sleep comfortably and I get to hobble around when I need something from the other end of the house.

Although I shouldn't complain too much - at least it's not at that uncomfortable no matter what I do stage. Here's to hoping it'll just go away. In any case, I know my online time will get a bit erratic. (Okay, a bit more erratic.)

My instincts prove true
Mood:  bright
Topic: Brain candy
And don't you dare act surprised. If you haven't read Red Dragon or seen either of the movie adaptations then this mild ranty bit contains spoilers.

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The Wendy Pepper effect
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Brain candy
Holy fuck! Will we never be rid of that mouthy, preening asshole Santino Rice? I am so sick of him!

I know I've been totally lagging on my Project Runway dish. I figure if you didn't want to watch it last season after I got all crazy about it then you probably didn't want to hear me this time around. Oh but I so have to vent about Santino. Sick of him. Just like Wendy "Hagletta" Pepper, this fucker refuses to go down in flames.

Hey - Santino: Shut the fuck up already. I will cheer the day Heidi gives you the auf wiedersehen. Get off my TV!

You know you want it...

Group hug strikes again
Mood:  silly
Topic: Various webshit
I nearly pissed myself laughing at this confession. I only peep out the confessional about every other month, and sometimes a real gem surfaces. I love the pure weirdness, like this one. Of course you gotta filter through a lot of pretty predictable angst and sex to get to the giggly ones. Some are just plain fucked up, some are odd observations and some you just have to roll your eyes at.

It's a good waste of an hour or 2.

The reading list
Mood:  party time!
Topic: Brain candy
Finally finished reading The Battle of Corrin - been waiting for that book to come out in paperback for some time now and happened to spot it at the United a while back. But since I was in the middle of Weaveworld at the time it took a while to crack it open.

Not bad. Makes a good finish to the whole pre-Dune saga. A couple of annoying little details in it (why would a cargo ship for thinking machines have windows in it for humans to look out?) but nothing bad enough to take me out of the story. Mainly for me it was just plain zippy to see how the various important organizations and concepts of the Dune world got their start. Maybe one day I'll get to do a Dune game.

So I took a couple days off from reading because I wasn't sure what I wanted to read next. My last shopping binge more than doubled my reading list. I finally decided to grab Gibson's Pattern Recognition and have had the most difficult time in putting it down. Really, I almost didn't make it online tonight because that book has me thoroughly hooked. I'm already halfway through it in less than 24 hrs - I'm usually a slow and lazy reader. Gibson makes me so jealous sometimes, and this book has it in spades - I've giggled several times at how he phrases and describes certain things. Fantastic read, you should pick it up.

And, to finish this little post up: for the past few days I've been looking for something to buy with my $25 Overstock.com gifty card, courtesy of MyPoints. At first it was just browsing CDs, then I got the big idea that maybe they would have the coffee grinder that I want. Big fat no on the grinder. So I decided to start putting various random wants into the search bar and whaddaya know, up pops Barker's The Great and Secret Show and Everville, two books I have been trying to find for the past couple years. They should be on their way very soon, and the happy dance will commence.

Delayed guestage, delayed in blogging
Mood:  cool
Topic: Life in Texas
Had a couple of friends from the #bearcave stop on over for a quickie visit, on their way to their new home in Arizona. Too brief a visit to give them the whirlwind tour of the greater Muleplex, but at least they got to eat some of the most fantastic TexMex food at the Leal's.

This was about a week ago, actually. I've just been in total blog lag again. StrongAxe and SingerBear were supposed to show up either the Thu or Fri before, but their schedule got all screwy and they ended up arriving on Tue. This meant that the hubby had to crash relatively early (which he didn't) instead of staying up all night. Although since they were just having a quick crash-over there wasn't any real plan to do an all nighter anyway.

Haven't heard a peep out of 'em since then. So hey - if either one of you is reading this blog, send a heads up my way so I know you guys made it okay.

The things you find on the internet
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: Various webshit
This is not work friendly. This is entirely tacky and wrong. This will definitely add points to your hell file if you look at it.

I'm still giggling.

You have been warned...

Fek wind
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Bitchy rants
It hasn't rained since August. It fucking sucks. Our whole crop thing is completely fucked - we had to sell 6 cows a while back because we can't afford to feed them, and there's no telling how long we can keep the 9 smaller ones we have left. The sheep have been pulled off the other place, so that little pasture rent check is going to be half what it should have been. Basically, once again the weather is fucking us.

Only that's just the tip of the iceberg. See, a couple weeks ago we had this insano wind day - the wind was so bad that we couldn't see a quarter mile down the road. I'm honestly amazed that it didn't blow the big metal sculpture thing off the bomb shelter. Everyone, even people in town, had to deal with dust blowing in through the windows.

Now we don't know who (we have our suspicions...), but someone turned us in to the soil conservation guys about the soil blowing on our land (the other place where the sheep were, not the home place). This means we got sent an ominous letter requiring we do something about this or we would lose certain govt checks that we rather depend on to continue doing this farming thing.

This is complete bullshit. If the person we think ratted us out is indeed the rat, then a pox on said person. Bigtime poxage, because being a good neighbor would have involved a brief telephone call to us personally and not some bureaucrat, and we would have taken care of the matter quickly. Indeed - the situation is as fixed as it can possibly be, and if we had gotten the call instead of the soil conservation guys we would be in exactly the same position we are now, except official bullshit need not have been endured. The hubby is now forced to coordinate between 2 or 3 different people to make sure all the paperwork and shit is dealt with properly.

And, just to make sure this is a total slap in the face - WE WEREN'T FUCKING BLOWING! I drove out there the day after we got the official letter to suss out the situation, and while it is dry out there it is not smooth like we had been blowing dirt all over the place. I mean yeah, of course there was dirt in the air that day - everyone was blowing. But our land looked pretty fucking good considering how much dust was in the air that day. The one who was blowing was our neighbor to the South - who is always blowing when the wind is up because he doesn't take quite as good care of his land as we do. And him blowing ends up blowing dirt on us, which fucks our situation up and gets us to blowing. Now we're gonna have to pay to get a big strip of his place plowed up to keep him from fucking our place up.

I so want to choke the shit out of someone. This whole situation is fucked. And whoever it was who ratted us out - you'll get yours. I hope it stings for days too.

Jesus sent me a chain letter
Mood:  silly
Topic: Nothing in particular
This has to be one of the weirdest things I've ever gotten in the mail. Seems there's this church in OK that has decided to send little paper prayer rugs out with their charity solicitations.

Isn't the whole prayer rug bit a Muslim thing? I mean, I could be wrong - maybe there is some sort of xian prayer rug thing going on that I never caught on to. I dunno. In any case I have one. It's got a big Jesus head on the front of it, and at the bottom there are instructions:

Look into Jesus' Eyes you will see they are closed. But as you continue to look you will see His eyes opening and looking back into your eyes. Then go and be alone and kneel on this Rug of Faith or touch it to both knees. Then please check your needs on our letter to you. Please return this Prayer Rug. Do not keep it.

And then on the back, where it's just kind of plain looking (but still printed with a rug pattern) it says:

"This Prayer Rug is Soaked with the Power of Prayer for you. Use it immediately, then please return it with your Prayer Needs Checked on our letter to you." It must be mailed to a second home that needs a blessing after you use it. Prayer works. Expect God's blessing.

Yeah... And I know a guy who got a prayer rug and he didn't use it, and you know what - 10 days later locusts ate his house.

And you know the letter they sent, along with the checklist of things you want to pray about, contains a "Please send us money" clause. Why do they have to go through all this silly chain letterage to get us to send them money? Don't they know that makes it look extra hokey? The scary thing is, I can totally see the poor women who are kneeling on this little piece of paper, staring down at Jesus, waiting for his eyes to open, and bawling their eyes out as they pray for blessings from God. Then they'll fold it back up and send it to some friend and the chain continues.

Not that any of that is a bad thing, mind you. I'm all for the power of prayer. This just seems silly to me. You know I'm lazy and bad, and I'm gonna just brush this baby up against my knees while praying for Lotto winnings. Although I guess my prayers don't technically count on account of I'm an unrepentant pagan.

What I really want to know is, am I getting an express ticket to hell if I chop up the prayer rug to use for decoupage?