Rituals.

Oh babe, that's always hard. I'm here when you need me.

So, recognizing that I've recently turned 21 (I keep forgetting), I just realized that I can finallly give Viking Day the celebration it deserves. I know, you're thinking "what the fuck is Viking Day?" Viking Day is October 20th. Now, if that day seems familiar it's probably because most people call it Columbus Day. In honor of Columbus discovering America. Which is a bunch of horseshit. Or bullshit, but I think I'll stick with horse. Columbus didn't discover America. And technically, neither did the Vikings, since the various Native Americans were already here so I don't think it's really that fair for anyone to claim they discovered America. But the Vikings came a hell of a lot closer than Columbus (I seriously suspect he was sailing under the influence). Plus I like Vikings better. So I've renamed October 20th. Viking Day. Which means Drinking. 'Cause they're Vikings. Which means Drinking. Which is fun. So I think I might throw a par

Lots of posts today, guessing I'm aiming for that 999 mark. Anyway, I was taking a quiz and one of the questions was to pick the most accurate quote. This one was not only the most accurate but made me laugh out loud when I heard it: 4 out of 5 voices in my head say "go back to sleep"

The Sorrow Of The Spoken Word.

Sullen.

James Marsters is going to be playing Brainiac on Smallville. Yay! (I could care less about the role, I just like to James working)

Take it, take it, take it. (because I made it) What Element Are You?

I am writing a sequel partially because Quyen deserves a history but mainly because Quyen and Jin are best friends. And best friends should never die hating each other. And I realize that you have no idea what I'm talking about, but in several years when my book (and by extention: me) becomes famous, it'll make a good quote.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I lack depth and substance.

Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Da-da. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! SHARK WEEK!!!!!!!!!! I'm very happy. It's the first time I've ever been living somewhere with cable when Shark Week has rolled around. I'll give you time for your "what-the-fuck?" moment. I gave you time for it because I know you're a little confused. You're trying to figure out why someone with Selachophobia (that's a phobia of sharks) would be so exited about Shark Week. To be honest, I don't really get it either, but I actually like sharks. I like learning about them and I like watching them. I think I really only have an issue (as far as movies) when I know that the whole point of the movie is for the shark to attack people. That seems to freak me out. But I do like sharks. I think they're incredibly stupid, but they're certainly not evil. And it's never their fault when humans get attacked. We're walking into their territory, and

Are the worst invention ever. You know why? Because if you're stupid enough to buy one (and I didn't do it intentionally) then you're probably going to decide that the thermometer is quite the novelty and decide that in the summer it might be nice to know how hot it is in your apartment, so if you open your windows you can see if it's making your apartment hotter or colder. But see, then you're stuck knowing how hot it is in your apartment. Which isn't so bad when your apartment is 85 and Yahoo says Marquette is 90. It makes you feel better. However, inevitably, it comes back to bite you in the ass. Because right now Marquette is 70. And my apartment? 83. And my bedroom? Eighty-fucking-five. 85!!! Two fucking degrees hotter. How the hell (no pun intended) does that happen?? It's like for some fucking reason my fucking room has developed it's own fucking climate. And I'm really fucking found of the word "fuck" tonight. Or this morning. Who t

If I've never given you reason to believe it before, then you should definitley believe me now. I am a Geek. Stargate Sg-1: What better replacement for Richard Dean Anderson than Ben Browder? :sigh: Ben Browder. Moving from one wormhole show to another, from being a astronaut to an airforce pilot. And he's just so hot. So very, very hot. And Claudia Black is on the show too. Mostly guest-starring, I believe, but still it's highly ironic. I think Sci-fi just realized that they had two incredibly awesome actors from a tremendous show and they weren't going to make the same mistake twice. As for Beau Bridges: don't really know who he is, but he seems pretty good. I'm still waiting for some Farscape in-jokes, though, but it's only 15 minutes into the show, so I'm not getting too upset. Oh, and I'd fill you in on the plot but then you wouldn't bother to watch it yourself. So HA! I've decided I hate the name Cameron. It's just, irritating. Hope

All alone in this tempest sea. A world ripping apart as we strive to peer around its corners. The fabric on the walls. Tapestries woven of forgotten deeds and lost memories. Better things on the other side. Staring through the glass walls. The world is full of beautiful things. The whine of warning. An earthquake. A shudder through your skin. Embittered striving for a snow covered peak. Addicted. The power of exertion. Butterfly wings. A siren's song. I must because it is. It is because. Force it down. Burning in the soul. I will behold but I will not low. Fairy tale kings. A clenching fist. A coiled muscle. Snatch it. Seize it. Fighting to the bitter end. Conquer and claim it. Each new day undoubtedly brings still more beautiful things. Do not move. Do not breathe. Let no one see the shame you wear. Within the grasp. The reach of your hand. So easy to crush the spirit of the simple. The world is full of beautiful things. A stir inside your heart. Palpitations and tremors. Bite you

Very, very, very, drunk, Go away.

GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the U.S.? What in the world happened to the dandelions, violets, thistles and the stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees, and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of color by now. All I see are patches of green. St. Francis: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. They are called Suburbanites and they went to great lengths to kill the flowers and replace them with grass. GOD: Grass? But it is so boring; it's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, bees, or birds, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want grass growing there? St. Francis: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it gree