Sooooo boreeeeeeed...
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Alberquerque - Weird Al
Topic: Blither :)
Oh dear gods, pixies and associated beard trimmers - I'm so bored! You'd think really that if they're going to pay me to be here they'd want me to do some work, wouldn't you? Apparently not. What they want to pay me to do is to sit here waiting for the phone to ring so that I can pick it up and say 'Who? No, sorry, there's no-one by that name here...Your contact list? When was it updated...Three years ago. I see'. Gnah.

Oh well, at least if I get any more bored I know what piercing to go and get done!

You need a lip/labret ring. You are probably
somewhat Goth and that would be the perfect
placement for some metal to make you look even
more angsty then normal. Good job! You
finished the quiz and are probably needing a
sweet clove cigarette to wash down your inner
turmoil.


Which piercing should you get??
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Me? Forgetting to update? With my reputation?...
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: System of a Down - Bounce
Topic: Blither :)
Well my pretties, I have no idea of anyone even reads this any more but hey. Just in case...

Recent events have been on the 'fab and groovy' side of life. I'm enjoying temping and have the chance of a 6 month placement which has emerged out of a temping job with some lovely people in the NHS, so hopefully that'll all work out well. It also means that I should be able to earn enough to save dosh for the planned move in August/September :o) at which point I can start my collection of 'exotic things wot my parents hate innit'... So far the wishlist contains:

Costa Rican Zebra Tarantula
Curly Haired Tarantula
Western Hognose Snake
Pine Snake
Carpet Python
Mississippi mud turtles (expensive blighters to keep)
Heterometrus Javanensis (Javanese jungle scorpions)

But until then - pogopogopogopogopogo... ;o)

Owww, my poor bod...
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Weird Al - One more minute
Topic: Blither :)
Idiot. Really. After a very stressful working day yesterday I decided when I got home to relieve the stress in the most healthy way possible. Well, maybe not the most healthy way possible ;o), but a good substitute... So when I got home, I got changed and ran up and down the stairs a few times, did some stretches, and then did half an hour of t'ai chi in my neighbours' garage (don't worry - its an external garage, I didn't just invade their home looking for practice space!). After that I did some sit ups and step ups and a few more stretches and finally relaxed on the sofa. Now parts of me are not happy. I'm nowhere near as achy as I thought I'd be having been rather lax in terms of t'ai chi recently, but I can feel the odd twinge when I attempt to do something unreasonable, like, oh, say, walking... *shakes head and giggles*

I fear today may be a 'two entries' day...
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Bowling for Soup - Scaring Myself
Topic: Blither :)
Well my pretties. Another weekend came and went revoltingly quickly. No, really. Usually the weekends don't really feel long enough but they at least feel like two days. This weekend felt like a sort of long day with a dark bit in the middle. Unpleasant.

But for all that 'twas a good weekend :o) Matthew very sweetly bought me some additions to my goblin horde (I suspect part of the largesse was due to beer at lunchtime on Saturday but I intend to get my revenge...!), and we had a lovely long walk around the lakes. Beautiful. We also got the chance to meet Amos and one of his friends - online communities are great, don't get me wrong, but they're really not a substitute for being able to sit in a pub/bar/cafe with a couple of mates and talk over things face to face. To get sidetracked and wander from topic to topic. To interject with questions rather than having to cut and quote posts. To read the body language of the person communicating with you...

On the coach home I read a little more of Edain McCoy's 'Advanced Witchcraft'. An interesting book so far. Nice in that she doesn't try to spoon feed you but assumes a certain level of knowledge and a willingness to work on ideas and to research unfamiliar concepts instead of expecting all the answers to be in one book. Not sure I agree with her ideas on reincarnation though. But thats another entry altogether...

Aaaghhhhhhhh!
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: Bonzo Dog Band - My Pink Half of the Drainpipe
Right - short rant coming up. One of the things that really pisses me off about pagan message boards? The sheer unabated snobbery of people who waltz about berating others for not being as knowledgable as them and who then, when asked very nicely to recommend some good sources of information to others less experienced than themselves promptly stick their head firmly up their arse, jump on their high horse and take the holier than thou 'learn for yourself' approach. Agh. Gods help their kids if they ever ask them a question the answer to which relies on their life experience or acquired knowledge. If they saw their child about to drink bleach, would they sit back and let them on the basis that to stop them would mean they weren't learning for themselves? I think not...

And we're back to the bizarre dreams...
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Queen - I Can't Live Without You
Topic: Blither :)
Gnah. Just as I thought I'd got over the exceptionally weird dreams thing, up pops my 'weird-shit-o-meter' in the dead of last night and says 'oh ho ho NO - we'll have no more of this normality in the night...'. The result of this was a series of morphing dreams, all of them odd. I shall record what I can remember...

I started off in what I think was supposed to be Matthew's house, but it wasn't. It was a large wooden house with a huge glass-enclosed porch, not unlike a very rustic conservatory. In the porch there was a fountain surrounded by stones, several flower beds filled with tropical grasses, a large table and a tank (looked more like a plastic propagator than an aquarium type tank, but there we go). A man who I think was meant to be Matthew's dad told me I had to get the beetle out of the scorpion tank or it'd eat the scorpion (yeah right), so I carried the tank very carefully away from the table to the edge of the fountain and rested it on the stones. Unfortunately as I carried it I knocked the top half of the tank and one of the little scorpions started to escape. The crickets got out as well and started climbing up my shirt. I put the tank down, nudged the little scorpion back in and put the lid on, brushed the crickets off my shirt and looked down to find that the chippings and sand in the bottom of the tank had inexplicably turned into spaghetti sauce... I hate my brain...

So anyway, I took the lid off the tank and lifted out the beetle (which by now had turned into a Goliath beetle - big buggers), cleaned the worst of the sauce off it and liberated it in the flower beds. The scorpion seemed more than happy swimming around in the spaghetti sauce hunting meatballs... (?????????)

Once I'd done that, I waked out of the porch and up the garden, which was enourmous and divided into several sections, the last of which was like a scrubby field. From the field I could see the local pub (which just so happened to be my actual local), and so I walked towards it, and caught J just as he stumbled out of the door looking very green. I led him round to the back of the pub and rubbed his back while he threw up, very tidily it has to be said, into the drain and then left him kneeling there while I went to get him some water.

As I walked around to the front of the pub (still in this scrubby field) 3 people walked into the field from behind the pub. There were two men and a woman, all of whom were taller than me (that distinction becomes important later - humph). They walked towards me and one of them was saying with a strong American accent 'I'd just love to see a thatched cottage - a real thatched cottage'. I started laughing and pointed out to them that just up the lane there were two thatched cottages, and that there were at least 3 more in the village. At this point one of them asked if I wanted to join them - they were on a walking holiday. They introduced themselves, all with Spanish names, and I swear the woman's name was Juana del Loco (Joanna the Mad)... One of the men asked if I thought I'd be able to keep up with them on 'those stumpy little legs' and I went into total melodrama mode, drew myself up to my full height (hah) and replied 'My good man, I'll have you know these legs have walked the Pennines' (which is a total lie). Its probably for the best that I woke up at that point.

So, a marinated scorpion and several mad tourists later, and here I am, with brain-ache...

Secret psychos and e-bay mania...
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Korn - Twist
Topic: Blither :)
Well, the shopping has started. Xmas/yule and birthday gifts are being purchased - or at least bid for and then sworn at when I get outbid... Snarl... Its all good fun though and I'm hoping that by spreading the expense and stress over a number of weeks I can avoid ending up running round Oxford on the 20th of December with a glazed look in my eyes and homicidal tendencies. Well, more so than normal at least.

G e-mailed me today to tell me she'd been listening to a radio phone-in for secret psychos... Sounds interesting to me. You could plot a whole office tradition around that one. Just think of the fun - instead of secret santas at xmas you could have secret psychos; someone turns up at midnight, nails a dismembered Barbie to your front door and widdles through your letter box and you, in turn, superglue everything on someone's desk in place and send them a bread pudding through the internal mail with a note saying 'give up, or you'll get another one...'

Apart from these happenings, goblins are being glued, laundry is being done and everything in the garden is, well, wet actually since it is perpetually pissing down at the moment. But metaphorically everything in the garden is lovely. And it'll be the weekend soon - double yay!

I *AM* the goblin queen...
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Magic Dance - David Bowie
Topic: Warhammer
Woohoo! Or rather WAAAAAGH ;o) I have goblins. Lots of goblins.

Matthew introduced me to the joys of warhammer over the weekend. Now I've been introduced to warhammer by previous friends and vaguely understood the concept of how it all worked, but I'd never really played before. Now, however, I understand the joys of scraping bits of moulding off of torsos and glueing them to legs and other body parts and its FAB!! I want more!

So to add to my 'I want' list - more goblins, orcs, squiggs, snotlings, gretchen, wyverns, doom divers, squigg-herders, goblin fanatics...

Ancient me...
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Introduce yourself - Faith no More
Topic: Blither :)

I amHastur! The Unspeakable One is the master of those who seek to unveil the mysteries of death. It is through meditation upon the Yellow Sign that the devotee of Hastur seeks transcendence to the city-realm of dim Carcosa. Through a complex series of visualizations that expand the aspirants void-consciousness, the final age will arise. Ruled by the ominous King in Yellow, a new stage of reality will come to fruition. Of the Olde Ones, Hastur is considered to be one of the most difficult to work with, his teachings being reserved exclusively for the Cthonian Adepts and Lords.

Which Great Old One are you?

What a girl wants
Mood:  lyrical
Now Playing: Eva Cassidy - Fields of Gold
Topic: Blither :)
I want a ramshackle old house with oddly shaped rooms and secret panels. I want to watch a moonrise over a lake and go home with my hair smelling of woodsmoke. I want cigarettes that are safe. I want a fantastic Victorian herb garden with little plots for every herb. I want to keep bees. I want a white christmas, with a yule tree decorated just the way I want it done. I want to hand-rear a badger. I want lots of books on old wooden shelves. I want a kitchen you could feed an army in. I want to make my own wines. I want to get properly snowed in.

I want to be able to burn nothing but apple and cherry wood on an open fire. I want to make love in warm heather after a swim in a cool river. I want to sleep in a huge four-poster bed with canopies and curtains. I want to keep geese and hens. I want to live somewhere no-one else can find without a map and directions. I want to be able to tell my parents how grateful I am for everything they've taught me and given me. I want a black cat with green eyes who rides on my shoulder. I want marshmallows in my hot chocolate. I want to walk through the fens in hoarfrost and watch the mist rising. I want to remember my first dog, my first ride on a pony. I want sons who don't feel complete without an inch thick coating of jam, mud and bits of fluff and pockets full of frogs and conkers and string. I want to drive a horse drawn sled.

I want to walk the Pennine way. I want to grow old gracefully, with silver hair and beautiful hands and batty clothes. I want to watch a dog fox and vixen court and mate over a spring evening. I want a tarantula. I want to tell all my friends why I love them. I want to swim with sharks. I want to watch a volcano erupt. I want the ladybirds to come back the way they did when I was 4 and they covered my blue sleeping bag from top to bottom so that all you could see was red and black moving jewels. I want to spend a Samhain alone at Avebury. I want a long wheel base landrover. I want a private rock concert. I want to sleep in an old canvas palace tent again and hear the rain lashing down outside while I curl up warm and smug inside. I want to build sandcastles decorated with shells and seaweed and twigs. I want dogs. I want to grow vegetables. I want to walk barefoot through crisp autumn leaves. I want to learn to throw knives.

I want to come home from a long winter walk to homemade soup and a blazing fire. I want to earn enough to have a househusband. I want dry lofts under thatch to store apples in. I want crisp cotton sheets. I want a bath big enough to share. I want to ride a camel. I want to be the one who laughs too loud in the cinema. I want to go to McDonalds in full makeup. I want to go to a formal dinner wearing no makeup. I want my fridge and cupboards covered in messy artwork from the kids. I want house-ferrets. I want to be able to find the words to tell Matthew what he means to me. I want to be able to sing the music I can hear in my head. I want to learn sign-language. I want to be handfasted in autumn. I want to look better in photos. I want to walk through a waterfall again - only this time, with my eyes open. I want to see lightening over a calm sea. I want someone to trust me with something important and I want to do it well. I want big wooden trunks full of knitted blankets and old letters. I want gargoyles.

I want to make everyone on a crowded miserable tube train smile. I want a lap dance. I want to arrive at work in a limousine. I want some of the places I see in my pathworkings to be real. I want to see the Northern Lights. I want cocktails in Paris. I want to get drenched to the skin by warm summer rain. I want panels decorated with Arthur Rackham illustrations. I want my own orchestra. I want the smell of warm skin next to me. I want a deep black-red rose with a beautiful scent. I want to see my mum enjoy walking as much as she did when I was little. I want delicate lingerie. I want sturdy walking boots. And I want to learn.