Happy New Years Eve!

Have a wonderful and safe night!
Hugs, squishes and kisses.
See y'all in 2003!
H&M.

A Kiss is but A Kiss, or is it

“…that first kiss of the new year can be much more than a meeting of lips…”
Found the above quote while perusing the news and wondered how true it was. Does the first New Years Kiss mean something special to you? Do you seek out the one you love so that theirs may be the first lips you touch on the stroke of midnight, or will any lips do? Has a New Years kiss lead to more then its initial purpose? What are your stories, if any relating, to that first kiss?

Almost

Almost the New Year.
Happy Almost everyone!

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The Mayfly Project: "Born. Eat. Shag. Die."
sum up your year in 20 words or less.

Turned thirty. Graduated. Found work. Contacted out.
Moved. Lost. Found. Grew. Learned. Laughed.
Was Inspired. Dreamed. Loved Throughout.



Something else I would like to try this year: 101 Things To Do In 1001 Days

A big thank you to Jennifer and Steve for the links.

[Hugin's Turn]
...ahem...
Tried to remember the important things in life, to appreciate them as much as they deserve. Because they are precious.

Hot Toddies

In the middle of wondering yesterday I came upon a sniffle. It looked so lonely, cold and unwanted that I could not but pick it up and bring it home with me. It now resides happily in me nose, tickling and scratching away, stuffing up me nasal passages; in short it’s content as a pig all covered in mud. I thought I would cheer its good health and last night downed a hot toddy. Though that knocked me out, I fear the sniffle is still there, hale as ever if not happier for the alcohol that now co-inhabits my system. Maybe another one will convince the poor sniffle that it would be happier still if it would take up residence in someone else’s nasal passages.

Frostbitten Toes and Photos.

Back from wondering about the streets, managed to snap a few decent pictures though not many of snow angels, or ice covered buildings, it would seem that those are a rarity today. Along the way I the way I attempted to pop by one of my favourite cafés for a nice hot mug of cocoa, I needed something to warm the chill that inhibited me fingers and toes, but they were not open. It seems as if most places have closed for the holidays, which is odd considering the amount of tourist milling about, half dressed, in the cold. The only place I could find was a Second Cup. The coffee was decent, not overly bitter or burnt, and I warmed up quite nicely, curled up in one of their overstuffed couches as I pondered if all Second Cups hired designers to decorate their abodes. To date I have not been in one that looks overly shoddy. There is always artwork on the walls, a big sofa or two and nouveau décor en mass. I wonder if this is a requirement, I wonder if there is a memo sitting in some execs office that states that all Second Cups should make the patrons feel if they have walked in off the street into some Art Deco magazine.

Morning’s Debate

Sitting on my chair, wrapped around my coffee cup debating what should be done with the day. Parts of me desperately want to be outside snapping pictures of wintry scenes, of snow angels, of Christmas lights, and of old building covered in ice. The other part would be happier curled up in a couch, hot cocoa at hand, reading books and playing Diablo II. I have a necromancer that needs levelling. Surreptitious glances through the window tell me that the day is cold, that a bitter wind blows forcing the passer-bys to huddle deep in their coats. Their hunched up forms battle the wind as they make their way down our street. The hibernating hermit in me shouts for a blankie, refusing to even consider the thought of venturing outside, but I know deep down that if I give in to her demands I’ll regret not having braved the cold. That later on I’ll sit here in a morose bitter mood, kicking myself in the heinie for not having gone outside to explore what I could.

Forks and Cheesecake.

Today’s events included devouring a very yummy chocolate cheese that Hugin had made yesterday, all chocolate creaminess deliciously draped in cherries and me scraping my finger across the tines of a fork. Pure talent I tell you! We are now going to venture into the wacky world of bookstores/cafés and see what other trouble I can get my limbs into. Perhaps a paper cut along the tip of my tongue, or maybe a trick or two with a dull spoon. [wry smile]

As per request: We saved a piece of cake for you!

Strange Dreams.

My nights have been filled with the oddest of dreams lately. People I haven’t seen in a dogs age ghost through briefly making contact and then disappearing in a puff of mist. There are some that will torment as that glide through, slinging names and jeering, bringing with them a feeling of malevolence. Then there are others that I feel compelled to help, to save from the misery that clings to them like mud on an old battered cloak. I can’t make heads or tails of these dreams, but there is something tickling at the back of my consciousness that suggest that there are reasons for these nightly visits. I just wish I knew what it was, aside, from maybe, guilt.

The Chesty Women of Film.

Lately, Hugin and I have been discussing the chesty women of film. We have been trying to ascertain who would be considered to be the more endowed women of celluloid in today’s modern age. To this endeavour we have perused through our DVD collection in hopes that we may garner a name or two. The names we have stumbled upon do not leave much hope for, well, well endowedness or voluptuousness if you will; Meg Ryan isn’t, neither are Julia Roberts, Elizabeth Hurley, Janeane Garofalo, Juliette Binoche, or Carrie-Anne Moss. Cate Blanchett, Liv Tyler, Nicole Kidman and Rachel Weisz aren’t. Eliza Dushku, Alyson Hannigan and the rest of the Buffy’s don’t seem to be. Michelle Yeoh and Ziyi Zhang definitely aren’t. Angelina Jolie is now, but in Hackers she wasn’t, Kirsten Dunst, maybe. That leaves us with Salma Hayek and Heather Graham who are closer to what may be considered to be curvy then the other actresses are. But nobody seems to draw up the image that Marilyn Monroe did, any one got any other ideas?

[No there are no reasons why this particular conversation has come up; it just seems to have been a tangent off one of our other discussions on movies.]

Tinsel, Baubles, and Chocolate.

Subtitled: Our memories of Christmas 2002. Gifts there were a plenty all wrapped up with bows, stacked high in a corner, under our mantle they rose. [We couldn’t quite figure out were to put the Christmas tree this year, so we made do with our faux fireplace and turned it into a tree]. Phone calls were placed to those near and far, wishes of merriment passed over the wires. Guests there were a many, singing good cheer as they passed through our door bringing in with them the feeling of joy, the warmth of kinship and all that is dear. Spirits were drunk and memories exchanged. Laughter and song graced the halls of our home. Cooks in the kitchen, by turn they would come, whipping up memories of Christmas brunches past. On the floor we did sit to enjoy a large feast, graced by the presence of those who are dear.

Now Christmas is over, the food has been gobbled and the gifts are unwrapped, with the exception of one. [She still has to pop by to pick up her package unless of course you want us to ship it to you]. In the corner the gifts are still stacked, all naked and exposed without any bows. Silly things were given and things from the heart; a book, a movie, a mug, chocolate to last a year, but most of all love.

Now on to the New Year we move on with glee, so that another year may bring in good cheer and company.

[On a side note I am still amazed at how much chocolate we managed to acquire this year, I think it will last the better part of a year.]

Bored Now.

Vacation just isn’t as much fun when the person with whom you enjoy spending most of your time with has to work. The day just seems longer when you can’t curl up in each others arms, watch TV, read books together, play Diablo II, or go for walks and blather on incessantly. I have tried everything to keep my brain from mumbling the same old tired phrase of “bored now,” but nothing seems to hold my interest. The books scattered about the place do not hold their usual sway, I have tried watching Hackers but found myself walking away from the TV midway. No artsy craft stuff will do, nothing, not even the countless hours of reading my favourite pages online. Come home soon love, vacation is just not the same without you!

update: Hugin's home, time to watch very silly movies, snuggle and read books!

Birthday Wish

Yes, Hong Kong Movies are so much fun. I want this!!!

*Splat!*

Tracy has declared the first annual snowball fight! I’ve been itching for a good one for ages! Luckily we got us some lovely snow up here in the far distant north! Let the snow slugging begin!

Happy Holidays To All And To All A Good Night!

No matter your walk of life, your background or which holiday you choose to celebrate we wish you all a wonderful holiday season. May your holiday be filled with good cheer, laughter and joy. May it be filled with warmth, love and all things magnificent! Our warmest wishes to you all.

Finito!

Work is done. Detail drawings were handed over yesterday, though one is not completely finished due to lack of information. [sorry guys, but you weren’t around yesterday, so I had to make do with what I had] Christmas shopping is now done, prezzies have been wrapped, and all that needs stuffing are the Christmas stockings. Wahoo. Two weeks of vacation here I come! It feels very odd to be on vacation. I keep feeling as if I should be at work, nose stuck to computer screen, hectically trying to get things done. Just odd.

On a side note I have come to the conclusion that the holiday shopping drives people towards complete and utter grinch like grumpiness. I haven’t seen so many grim, unhappy determined faces in years. So much for holiday cheer.

Update: The holiday cards have also been sent! [sorry to all they are quite late, but I am still hoping that they get there mid festivities]

Have you seen my marbles?

I have this amazing ability to place things that I need to find in the most unobvious of places. The good thing about this is that they will always be safe and sound though completely of out my reach. This time I have managed to safely place [read misplace] a whole bag of beads [it’s a rather large bag] needed to complete a project, and some Christmassy stuff. We have spent the better part of an hour ripping through boxes, searching high and low, in cupboards, under the bed, behind stacks of books to no avail. They are snug and sound nowhere to be found. I’m sorry Ed, hopefully they will be found soon and we’ll be able to finish your project and send it out to you.

It’s a good thing that me brain is safely encased in my head, else I fear that I may leave high upon a shelf one day, behind a stack of books in a place that is not quite obvious and spend the next couple of years searching for it.

Deck the Halls.

Brain on strike. Dexterity and motor skills almost non-existant. Late nights, stress, general grumpiness with the company and partying have finally caught up. Need another cup of coffee so I can find the other mug that I have left somewhere’s about our flat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I shall go arm myself with a pair of scissors, and paper. It’s gift-wrapping time.

Oh Christmas Cheer!

On the last day of work the company gave to me, one extra part and two detail drawings that have to be released by Monday. BAH HUMBUG! They be grumpy making, yes sir they be!

Warm Fuzzy Memories of Summer.

resorting to images. brain not functioning. need coffee.

And then there was madness.

Things are a wee bit hectic around here, so posting may take on a little bit of lag over the next couple of days. Will try to get some words up here somehow, otherwise we may just resort to images. A good end of week to y’all!

I am Sorry to Say it but, You're Dreaming in Technicolor.

Tired the week is catching up with me and it is only half done. Two days left in the contract, [well two and a half, I’ll be sneaking in on Monday for a half day just to get all the paper work done] and today they come back to me with revisions that need to be made to a part, pronto! So we have to perform miracles, and hand over not 2, not 3 but a grand total of 13 detailed drawing by Friday afternoon!

Yah baby, you’re dreaming if you think that the drawings will materialize themselves by Friday. Had you given me a weeks warning I may have been able to pull them off, heck even a four and a half day I’m sorry but we really need this done it’s kind off urgent I would have said ‘sure not a problem, let me forego sleep and I’ll work the extra hours’. However this is not the case and I am sorry to say that I won’t be staying late to complete them. Not with two Christmas dinner parties that I plan on attending, not with the Christmas coffee get together that you are throwing and that we are obliged to attend. Not with the fuzzy brain numbness that seems to lately be my general state of being. I ain’t coming in over the weekend either so you can forget about that. Which leaves us at a bit of a stalemate, you need your drawing and though I loathe leaving a contract unfinished I am not willing to come in beyond a nine hour day. Though there may just be a ray of hope, if everything runs fine, if there are no program glitches, if you provide me with all the necessary information, and not neglect to me tell things that are pertinent. We may just be able to pull your miracle off.

Update: Make that 15 detailed drawing by tomorrow afternoon. Two more were added today, due ASAP, or so they say! All together now, 'I am going slightly crazy'. Yessiree Bob I am !

Adventurers for hire.

Anyone want to hire a couple of people who are willing to travel around the world for them? Anyone? We'd send you a ton of pictures and keep you up to date on our adventures. Come on you know you want to!

[yes there are multiple links all lined up together, this is written for the benifit of the Grumpball! [impish smile]]

Hot Cocoa, Baileys, and Christmas Cards.

Scribbling out Christmas wishes as I take long draughts of me hot cocoa and baileys. So if I land doing the Bridget Jones thang and end up sending you loverly wonderful people unintelligible, slobbery Christmas cards please forgive, just blame it on the alki'ole. I should also apologize in advance, I know the cards are late and will probably get there mid festivities, but I am hoping for the impossible, a speedy postal delivery.

WANTED

Money.

Have happiness and health, would like wealth to go along with that.
This in turn will provide freedom and further happiness as an added bonus.

If seen, please contact urgently as the desire to be united with money is intense.
Thank you for your support.

Are you going my way?

The urge to pack my bags and run away is strong today. The need to throw my backpack on and follow the paths of life tickles at the back of spirit, a nagging whisper in my heart. Today is a good day to be traveling. The urge has been with me for as long as I can remember. The need explore, to wonder about the world gleaming insights from the places I would visit, learning from those that I would meet, sitting in the middle of a foreign crowded market watching the people go by or just being one with nature. [yes that part is corny]

But as much I want to be able to pick up and go on the spur of the moment there are always things that hold me back, the responsibilities I know I have to fulfill; debts to be paid off, work projects/contracts to complete, a sweet if mildly psychotic kitten to take care of and life to keep apace with. This reasoning draws me back to the grind of everyday life and for briefs moments I will acknowledge a sort of grumpy acquiescence that for the time being this is the path I have to follow. One day though, I know I will follow this urge, this need to journey. That will be a day when I will wake up, throw our belongings into a backpack, store the rest and turn to you and say ‘Love, where do you want to go today?”

You Silly Amazing Women

I mean silly in the most endearing of ways

Thank you so very much, it is perfect. I hug you! I squish you!.
[mwah]

The Neurotic Side of Giving.

We spent the batter part of yesterday and today wondering about downtown, staring at items lined up on shelves, peering into windows and wondering what would make the perfect gift. In the past I have always found it hard to find something that I know the person I am giving the gift to will like. The present does not have to be something extravagant or expensive, it just has to be something that I know they desire, something that is of significance to them. Once the item has been acquired I begin to agonize over it, wondering if they will truly enjoy it or if I have made some grand assumptions as to their likes or dislikes. All very silly I know but I fear offending people by getting them the wrong thing, I fear a sense of rejection if they do not like what I am offering them. Yes I know am neurotic when it comes to gift giving.

This year however, I have decided on a more personal course of action. I am no longer searching for what I feel would be the perfect gift for them, but am looking for something that may either inspire them to explore other creative avenues, something that will spark a curiosity, or something that has a touch of me to it. In short I am being mildly selfish and “forcing” my views of what makes a good gift on them. This however, does not mean that I’ll not agonize over the gifts, I will still worry whether of not they will like what I am giving them, but as in all things one has to proceed with baby steps. I think we will try working on that aspect of things next year.

Gifts, prezzies and all that sparkles.

In the search for gift ideas I have been scouring the web looking for ideas and have found these wonderful links.

*Bea’s alternative holiday gift ideas.
*Hanna’s Groovy Holiday guide
*Gift for Artists
*Personolized gift certificates
If you have any other ideas, please, please post them!

A big thank you to Dawn, Mumbles unintelligibly, Hava Cuppa Tea and Girl at Play for the links!

occupied

Busy. Much to do. Hordes of people to squish through. Presents to buy, gifts to wrap and hide. Talk amongst yourselves. We leave you with this image.

Super Trouper.

There was a general meeting at work yesterday, which meant that us consultant were pretty much left to own devices. No one around to hear our complaints, no one yelling in the background, no loud discussion on deadlines just the sweet hum of silence. You think that with wonderful stillness we would find something better then ABBA to fill the happy void with. No, no such luck, the CD we slipped into the player, the volume we cranked and ABBA we played, bouncing about to the lyrics of Mamma Mia. [Four grown engineers bopping along to ABBA is quite a sight, let me tell you.]

I remember dancing to ABBA as a child. I would carefully slip the LP, yes I am that old, out of its cover and gently place it on the record player. Then I would turn the stereo full out and dance my little heart out. I miss those days; dancing in the dappling sunlight, spinning about, feet gliding across the wooden floors of the hallway, toes occasionally getting caught in our big shaggy orange carpet. To this day I can still remember the lyrics to their various songs and they always bring me back. The ABBA days were good days, the worries were fewer, the days seemed longer and brighter, playtime lasted all day long.

Happy slightly Belated Birthday.

A wonderfully stupendous Happy Birthday goes out to KD. [Once again I am a wee bit late to the party I blame it on Christmas shopping [ grumble.]] Wishing you happiness, love, health and all things wonderful. May the next year and those following be filled with wonderous momments.

Go give her some loving!

Thursday Already?!?

Thursday Already?!?
I could have sworn that today was not a Thursday. How did that happen? It can’t be Thursday. Wait, today is Thursday, means that there are only 13 days till Christmas! Well I think I am in a pickle.

A changeroom to go please.

Most people I know when confronted with the decision of buying a pair of pants that they cannot readily try on will either spend the better part of the next hour ogling at themselves in a mirror, while trying to imagine what the pants may look like or just walk away pants in hand hoping that they have made the right choice and won’t need to return. My mother on the other hand will button up her long cloak, strip down to her panties, put new pants on and strut over to the nearest mirror to have a proper gander. I am not sure if I should crawl up into a ball and hide at these moments or stand there beaming with pride.

Música Corazón.

There’s music that moves you, music that soothes your soul, music that just makes you feel like getting up and boogieing. Then there are songs that capture your feelings and put them into music.

El cariño que te tengo
No te lo puedo negar
Se me sale la babita
Yo no lo puedo evitar

Te amo .

Fuzzy Wuzzy.

Nine hours spent in front of a screen, lines and blips, blots and spots, all a scrambled mess before my eyes. Spectacles, which should have been firmly planted on my nose, were left sitting upon our dresser, eyes tired incapable of focusing more. The page before me is but a blur, lines strewn across the page higgidly piggily, eyes squinting seek rest.

End of a Contract.

Well its official after the New Year we won’t be contracted out to the same company, this has left me feeling blue. Have been there for nearly 6 months, met some new people and made some good friends. I think that is the hardest part about being a contractor is that you walk in to a completely new environment and you wonder what it will bring. Will its suck, will you have to fight your way through and prove yourself to the new people. Or will they be willing to except the new points of view that you bring? Will you find kindred spirits? Or will you find yourself in hell. A couple of weeks pass, you find your niche and things move on. Then just as you begin to feel as if you belong it ends. I am going to miss working there; I am going to miss the daily challenges, the minor disputes over proper dimensioning and designing. Most of all I am going to miss the fun that was had, the silliness, the laughs and the people I have had the privilege of working with. I guess we shall see what the new year brings, what challenges shall show themselves, and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to go back to that company, maybe they will one day need our expertise again.

I Wish You Wish

Ever wonder what to get your favourite Bloggers, wondering what they like, what would be the perfect gift to send them for their birthday, for Christmas or just to surprise them, well look no further. Kimberlie and Shelli have put together a wonderful new project to help you out.

Goldmember.

Watching Goldmember, and the only impression that come to mind is, so this is Mike Myers on crack. That pretty much sums it up.

Don't Bolt your Books!

Got a new book Friday as part of an early Xmas excuse to get a new book, I got one for Munin and Munin got one for me.
I bolted mine. No other way to put it. I devoured it, reading way to quickly that I found myself skipping sections of paragraphs...
Couldn't stop myself, tried to slow down, but like a falling object I just kept on at that terminal velocity, unchecked, unstopped.

Finished, but of course now I need to read it again at a more pedestrian speed in order to catch all the nuances and atmosphere that had previously rushed past my ears, whistling past.

Morale of the story, chew your books more carefully, or be prepared like a literary cow to rechew.

Mind you, I'll enjoy it the next time around, and the time after that too, so no worries.

[Munin ~ whereas, I am still chewing through mine ;)]

Then there was cheese.

For his Christmas present a friend has requested a CD. Now this isn’t any regular type of CD. What the boy truly wants, what his heart truly desires is the cheesiest music mix ever made. So we be needing a little help, if y’all could kindly come up with the cheesiest list of songs that you know and post them in the comment box [or on your Blog just leave the link in the comment box] greatly appreciated it would be. It doesn’t have to be a long list; heck it can even just be one song, just as long as it’s cheesy. Have fun, go wild, and mucho gracias.

Neverwhere

Wonderful things you can sometimes find on Slashdot, I noticed this site that deals with abandoned/disused stations in the London Underground. Too cool. Seems to be a really well done site, makes me want to go wandering even more than ever in London. One day, sooner than later I hope.

Wide-eyed like the one time British Colonial I am.

Dust in the wind

Something happens during this time of the year, without fail I become a sappy teary-eyed mess. I can’t explain it, it just happens and I feel the more foolish for it. I will sit reading the news, a book, be reading someone’s Blog or listening to a song and suddenly my eyes fill with tears. Nothing in particular just some line or refrain, some worldwide injustice or pain, will touch me and voila the waterworks begin. Currently I am listening to ‘dust in the wind’ being all the more pathetic for it. Part of me wants to curl up into a ball and hide, protection from some deep down hurt. The anguish sits in the back of my throat, a hard lump waiting to burst forth as try I and repress the tears that well up in my eyes. I don’t recall there being any particular reason that this time of the year should cause me to react thus. I can’t recall any childhood horrors, skeletons in a deep dark closet. I can’t remember any particular painful memories or occurrences. It is just there and somehow I feel weaker and sillier for it.

i close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment's gone. all my dreams pass before my eyes in curiosity. dust in the wind

In Remembrance.

Somehow the day passed me by,this is too important a day to forget, thank you for the reminder.

Things that start with the C!

Now what starts with the letter C?
Cookie starts with C
Let's think of other things
That starts with C
Oh, who cares about the other things?

C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C

C is for Christmas Wish list, here’s one for you! [impish smile]

Hugin’s been requesting a list for a couple of days now, “a list I say a list, how am I going to know what to get for Christmas without a list?!?” I am not very good at making Christmas lists and my response has been the same for the pass couple of days, and yes it is pathetically sappy so I will spare you the details and not post it here. The lists, after much trimming, pondering and wondering shall appear, as it is somewhat unfair that Hugin has posted a guide and I haven’t. [Hope this helps love]

The Paper list:
*The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents
*Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography
*Corpse: Nature, Forensics, and the Struggle to Pinpoint Time of Death
*Unnatural Death: Confessions of a Medical Examiner
*Moab Is My Washpot
*What Ho The Best Of P G Wodehouse: The Best of PG Wodehouse

All things Visual, Audio and Playable
*Le Pacte des Loups
*Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
*Earth From Above
*It's in the beat.
*Cause I am just a big kid baby!
*Zoom, zoom.
*Splat!
*Oh yeah!?!
*Don’t you even think of picking up one of these!

Soft downy, snuggable list:
MEC Fleece 'cause baby it's cold out there. These would also be quite yummy and this would just be wonderful, for snuggling under with you. Because, we are nothing if not addicted to the bean and we all need a little bit of Geek love

Most of all what I want for Christmas is You!

Though if anyone comes across a million dollars and are feeling generous these articles would make a wonderful Christmas gift! Oh, and if you are feeling particularly generous a pair of tickets to here, or here would be greatly appreciated. [either one will do, we are not picky]

To the Pain.

Hugin was coaching me on how to be a mean cuss last night so that I can better deal with people who are antagonistic aggressive dicks, who have nothing better to do then to make you feel small and insignificant. He started off with an attempt to get me to speak in short terse sentences. When I am irate I have a tendency to become a little too verbose, exceedingly polite and will prattle on for hours as I attempt to tell someone off. [A good sampling of this can be found in the below.] His attempt in limiting me to three worded sentences had me drawling like a Texan, cursing like a fiend, talking in tangents and him giggling up a storm. So much for me being a mean cuss. I can just see it now; me drawn up to my full height swearing like a fishmonger’s wife as I try to tell the person that the are an insignificant wretch who should know better then to be dimwitted bullies, who treat people like crap. Them splayed on the floor laughing uncontrollably with tears streaming down their face. Yup I’m a regular Bonnie Parker me. [wry smile]

The conversation somehow turned to the Princess Bride after the giggling subsided. We were trying to remember the exact dialogue between when Wesley and Prince Humperdink. I think the “ To the Pain“ speeches is one of my favourites in the book. Perhaps I could memorize the monologue and every time someone pisses me off, or is an uncouth mean bastard I could recite it to them.

Westley: No! To the pain. And I'll explain. I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you wart-hog faced buffoon. To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your feet below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose. I'm not finished. The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right. Your ears you keep! I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child who sees your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. It's possible, pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength after all. DROP YOUR SWORD!

Yes, I think that would work out nicely, very nicely indeed.

The Boy is back.

Yes you heard it right, after months of staring at books, studying cadavers and all things that are strange. The boy is back and blogging up a storm, umm, well a small one. Glad to see you have survived the semester!

We all need a little evil in our lives, and a good honking dictionary.

[cackling madly with glee]

Dictionary needed! I should not be allowed in the comment boxes unless I have a dictionary on hand. I have left a plethora of spelling mistakes on many a page in the past few days. I have misspelled names, places and words have been written haphazardly squished together to form incomprehensible sentences. For those of you who have had to suffer my unintelligible sloppy writing I beg forgiveness and promise that I will try to have a dictionary or kick arse spell checker look over my words before I post. Thank you all so much. M.

Stuck In the middle with you.

The east sure can party, now it’s up to the west to show that they can too.
As for me, well;

Well, I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right.
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs.
Bloggers to the left of me, Bloggers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Sucked in...

Neither Hugin nor I are big fans of The Amazing Race. Wednesday nights are pretty much reserved for the West Wing, some gaming and web hoping. Tonight for some inexplicable reason I got sucked right into it. I must admit that though I find that the contestant can be a little grating, the concept is an interesting one. Hugin just pointed out that the show’s back on. Teasing imp. Oh got to go the show’s back on.

Damn Straight!

Hugin thinks that I am being way too polite in my anger. I blame it on being Canadian. Eh?!?

Yes, you have a Canadian Attitude. Is that okay?
You're a conciliatory, wishy-washy, igloo-living, army-lacking, gun-hating,
crossborder-shopping, politeness-overdoing, American-by-Association
Take the What the Hell Kinda Attitude is That? Quiz at aka cooties

So angry I could cry.

What is it about some people? What makes them feel like they have the right to treat people like crap, just because they believe that they are in position to do so? Just got a phone call from some idiot looking for someone who no longer lives here. The first thing the moron asks me after I tell them that the person no longer resides under this roof is; ‘well when is he coming home?’ Excuse me; I just said he is no longer living in this premises. The next thing he says is ‘I have a feeling that he doesn’t like me. Could it be that is why he is not calling back? Do you know if he doesn’t like me and that's why he is not calling back?’ WTF! How am I supposed to know that? When I respond that I couldn’t comment on that, [who the fecking hell could?] he stated that he is going to take said person to court and hung up the phone! No goodbye, no sorry for disturbing you, just an aggressive angry voice and the sound of a phone being slammed down. Dear Mr. High and Mighty, thank you for your harassing manner, for your antagonistic tone and for being such a dick. It is my pleasure to inform you, that I will be contacting your manager and the ombudsman and lodging a formal complaint. I don’t give a shit who you think you are, nor do I care how many credentials you carry about, they do not excuse your manners, they do not make you any better the anyone else they certainly do not allow you to treat people like crap. I hope that you will one day find yourself at the end of a similar conversation. I hope it makes you blubber and run screaming for your mommy, I hope it makes you feel like the insignificant piece of shit that you are and bursts the ego that you seem so willing to throw in everyone’s face. In a nutshell, go to hell!

Zonking Eloquence:

Zonked. That is the extent of my eloquence tonight. Zonk, zip and bam. Nothing more, nothing less then this need to pass out to the drum roll of those words. Zonked out on the couch whilst watching X-Men! X-Men, not some slow taffy like movie where one is trapped, a fly in the long drawn out web of a plot. No I fell asleep watching X-Men, something went zip, my head went bam and the next moment the credits were rolling and Hugin was gently shaking me up so that he could transfer me to bed. Zonk, zip and bam, nothing more seems forthcoming... zonk.

Frigid.

Been mustering the courage to head on over to the bathroom and have a shower. Me body is not yet willing to deal with the shock that it will encounter due to the cold, artic water that has been left chilling overnight. The drain she won’t be taking anything down and the tub is blocked. This morning is sure to start of with a bang. Well time to face the music, wish me luck. Perhaps, a cup of Joe before I go, that should help.

World Aids Day.

You think that it will never hit you; you believe that it will never affect you. That it will somehow manage to pass you by, that those you love will be hale, safe and sound. That they will never feel the pain of loosing someone to a disease that slowly takes their life away. Then one day you wake up to realize that the world you left behind when you were younger, the place of childhood memories has been ravaged by a disease that no man can control.

There are 40 million people living with aids worldwide, 29.4 million of them live in the countries that I spent my youth in. There are friends I have left behind, people who were so close as to be called family, that live in the fear that they may one day lose someone to a disease that does not discriminate. There are those that I have known who have lost someone dear to them, a mother, a sister, a child. There are those who I have never met who have lost whole families, who have lost friends, who live with the fear that they will be next.

I know you hear this so often as that it has become irritating, something that we scoff at on occasion, but I shall say it again, for it bears repeating. Be safe; take precautions, for I cannot bear the thought of losing any more of you.

For more information, there are some very good sites that deal with aids, providing information, guidance, sites where you can lend a helping hand;
*Background info @ BBC
*NAT
*Pediatrics Aids Foundation
*Aids memorial quilt
*CDC
*Aids 101
*Aids.org
*AEGIS
*John Hopkins
* The body.
*Aids online
*UN Aids.