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I fly!

OMG aerial silks!!!
A very good witch found me and told me a story about February, and helped me remember about bones.

I think I'll go on a very long hike, maybe tomorrow, and try to clear a way past this Bone Moon I'm starving through.

Some of you renew my faith in Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Settle a debate for me:

Is it really that weird that I find Michio Kaku ridiculously sexy?

Someone more in touch with the rest of humanity assures me it's bizarre...but I can't help it. I want to curl up in his brainpan and dream of electric sheep.

Hooray! Wonderful People Love Me!

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, guys. Some made me giggle, some made me blush (or my own closest equivalent,) all brightened my day a whole lot.

One step closer to being as creaky and wrinkled as the rest of you! :)

Apr. 23rd, 2009

Walking the dog in the front yard this morning, I spotted a four leafed clover. Bending down to pick it up, fifteen more popped out at me, and one with five leaves.

1. Our yard is probably infested with fairies.

2. Beltane's coming up.

Foodies! I thought you LOVED me!

Yes, you...foodies...all of you.

You have faaaaiilled me!

Why, oh sweet baby jeebus WHY did none of you tell me about HONEY PIG?!?!?!

I have had a well documented APB out for Korean BBQ for years now, and none of you told me about this miracle?

And if it's because you didn't know yourself, consider yourselves informed, and in fact charged with trying it for yourself. Maybe not just yourself, though, because I need about half a dozen more people to take with me next time so that I might have a fighting chance of making a dent in the unbelievable tastiness.

The photos in the blog linked pretty much sum it up, except for "OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!" It was an absolute revelation, and for widely-traveled foodies like D and me, those are rare.

Honey Pig. Go there. Stuff your face. Thank me.
Have been out of "it"...out of town, out of time, out of my head...came back with some valuable conclusions. Inscribed them permanently in my flesh (well, paid a professional to do so.)
While healing that, got sick.
Still sick.
Still half-unpacked.
Still coping with shifting paradigms.

...Still Not King.

Anyway: Please, ladies and germs, go and give this poor girl some advice. She's pretty, personable, single, and confused. You probably don't know her, or not very well, but you'd like to. And she's sending out a cry for help. Offer your perspective. Offer a poignant anecdote. Offer a distracting webcomic. Say something, relevant or otherwise, because it's nice to feel heard. And we all hate shouting into the void.


I live?

I'm almost to where I can find my ass with both hands and a flashlight. Almost.

I'm pretty sure it's in one of those boxes over there, wrapped carefully in newspaper.

Or maybe one of the ones in the garage...

I have internets again, though.

When you live with geeks, computers get unpacked before asses...

...and almost everything else, excluding the coffee maker, which rode down in the passenger seat of my car and was installed with due reverence before we'd even opened the Uhaul.

I'm hoping that there will be a Triumphal Return trip to the Your Dekalb Farmer's Market in the near future.

That sounds way more fun than unpacking.

Instigated by kyrael

"The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year. No guarantees when, it will be a total surprise!
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to repost, and repost right away. We can all make stuff and make someone's day a little bit brighter!!"

I can knit like mad (or at least I can in theory, if I ever get a chance to sit down...) and I know I have a lot of kickass writers, musicians, artists and crafters on here, many of you indeed extremely strange...aren't you all dying to exchange handmade phat lootz?

...and i think i've had too much coffee today.