Lies and Pretty Thoughts

i suck at posting

2010-06-11T17:36:01Z

Sooooo. Where to start?
For those of you who aren't on Facebook, John proposed Memorial Day and I accepted. He rode down on his motorcycle and picked me up, we then went to my folks house in East Tennessee and stayed the night with them on Saturday. He sneakily asked my dad for his blessing while they were shooting at blocks of wood Sunday morning and dad consented. John said it was terrifying to ask my dad while he had a gun in his hand, but he knew we were leaving that morning and really wanted to ask dad first.

While the ride to Lenoir City from Murfreesboro was beautiful and flawless, the second leg of our journey was much more damp. Like skies opening and water pouring out-damp. And for the record, being rained on while riding on the back of a motorcycle is less than fun.

So we took Highway 11 down to Sweetwater and then took the gorgeous Cherohala Skyway to Fontana where we stayed at this awesome little resort. We had intended on riding US 129 or as it's lovingly known by motorcylists, the Tail of the Dragon, that evening but it was raining so hard John could barely see. So we chilled at the resort and had an awesome dinner. And I waited. I was pretty sure he was going to ask on this trip and especially since he made a big point about hanging with my folks, but I didn't know when. Little did I know he'd been carrying the ring in his pocket since Friday.

Monday morning it was still raining off and on, but we decided to go ahead and ride the Dragon regardless. It was tons of fun and the road was exactly what I thought it would be. Crazy ass curves and tons of awesome. I can only imagine what it would be like in the dry and to actually be able to go fast on it. But John took it slow and steady due to the rain. We looked like dorks in our rain gear but it was still awesome.

It rained on us fairly solid for the next 3 hours, all the way back to the Skyway and finally it quit raining. At this point, John kept asking if I wanted to stop at an overlook and take a break, but I was afraid the rain would catch up with us again and told him to keep going. Again, little did I know that he was trying to get a chance to ask me.

Finally, we made it out of the mountains at about 4 in the afternoon and decided that taking the back roads back to Murfreesboro would take decades and we'd just take the interstate home. Lemme tell ya, riding on the back of a motorcycle at 70 mph is vastly different than riding at 40 mph. And don't yawn. For reals.

As my butt reached a new state of numbness that I never thought possible, we pulled off at the I24 rest stop near Nickajack Lake outside of Chattanooga. It's really pretty there and there's some picnic tables down by the lake and after we relaxed a bit, John said, "Now here's where I get nervous."

Honestly, I remember very little after that. Because my brain was going "EEEEE!!" I think he said some really sweet words about a difficult journey but an awesome one and how he wanted to continue it with me for the rest of his life. I had to ask later, but he did actually say the words "Will you marry me?" Cause seriously, there was no thought in my brain but OOOOOWHHOOOWOOOWT!

The whole ride home I couldn't stop grinning and I really haven't yet. I really didn't realize this whole getting engaged and the formality of it would change anything, but it totally did. Getting married is no longer something we joke about when we're drunk, or sleepy, it's really going to happen. And I couldn't be happier.

Now I just need to get moved up there.

AAA doesn't cover this kind of bail money.

2008-03-25T16:45:09Z

Well, it finally happened. I'm gonna go to jail. Not the bad kind though, the helping out MDA kind of jail. So if you've got some spare cash, I'd appreciate the donation.

It would go down like this. My first time in jail and it's not even my fault. ;)

Flail.

2007-11-16T16:13:06Z

I was out sick yesterday. Instead of reading the two books on marriage, sex, and family in the pre-Modern era in Britain and the two books on women's participation in the Civil Rights movement that I have to write papers on, I watched a shitload of movies and tv.

I'm all caught up on Pushing Daisies, House, Bones, Reaper, Earl, Heroes, and Chuck. Everyone's still got my love, but House needs to kick it up a notch or it may lose me. I still have to watch Office, Supernatural, and CSI. But I'll get there.

Then I decided that I was comfy in the spot in my big happy recliner, and I watched Too Tough to Die: Tribute Concert for Johnny Ramone. It was cool, although as much as I love Eddie Veder and think his voice is lovely, he has no business covering Ramones songs. It just doesn't sound right. My favorite cover was Joan Jett's of Judy is a Punk. Sigh. I still miss Johnny and Joey. It did make me cry there in the end with all these punk and rock stars talking about how much they loved Johnny and how robbed they felt that he left so early. Of course I was heavily medicated, so that may explain some of it.

After that, I was going to read my books, but Pump up the Volume came on. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Normally, when I watch movies I adored as a teenager I get very bored or angry at myself for being such a drama queen back then. But this movie? I still love it. I still love Christian, I still love the music and I still love the idea. Of course, the internet made the whole pirate radio concept moot before it even got started, but hey. OH! And there was a baby Seth Green!! With an extreeeemely bad mullet. Go Seth!

By this point, my ass was permanently attached to the chair and I had to watch Jarhead against my will. See, I don't like war movies...but this...was not a war movie. This was a movie with Jake all totally buff and butch, half-naked being all homo-erotic with a bunch of other butch, buff half-nekkid boys screaming "HOOO-RA!" every now and then. There were some guns and I think they went to the desert at some point. It was moderately okay and really re-inforced the idea that I do not and have never had any desire to join the armed forces in anyway. Especially the Marines. (No offense to any Marines out there...just dude. That's some serious shit y'all got going on.)

I finally turned off the tv, only to return after reading a chapter on Elizabethan porn,(woo!not) and play the new Simpsons game until Brack got off work.

God. I suck. I've got to get all this shit done by Tuesday and my motivation level is just below zero. I hate this time of the semester, I just don't care anymore and I find it harder and harder to finish up my assignments. But yet, there's just enough panic in me left that I feel guilty about not caring and then I thoroughly beat myself up over not working on the school stuff.

Blegh. I'm still sneezing and my throat feels like I swallowed sandpaper, but I'm here. At least here, only the internet can tempt me away from doing the work I should be doing. That, and my actual job.

Pens down.

2007-11-07T19:47:29Z

I never really gave any thought to the writers of my tv shows until I became a Buffy fan. All that time on TWOP babbling about Jane and Steve and Tim and *gack* Marti, I began to notice how certain names in the credits may mean something. Watching other shows, I started to see that the writers were *extremely* important. Some episodes were great, some were just okay, and some actually sucked.

And then I began to realize that my major attraction to tv shows was the story. Yeah, I dig certain actors, and yeah I'll try a show based on the fact that I like the cast; but rarely do I remain committed if the writing sucks. I've watched shows and movies with people in them that I can not stand (Vanilla Sky) just because the story was so good.

So thanks to Joss and Buffy, I'm aware of whose writing my shows. I pay attention to the names that show up on the bottom of my screen in the first few minutes. I remember who writes the episodes I like and who doesn't.

I also absolutely love the idea of my television shows on the interweb. I love that if my Tivo freaks out or there's a storm and the cable is out, I can download the Heroes I missed. I love that instead of having to run to the stupid video store, I just download a season of Stargate:SG1. I'm a tech junkie and the more easier you make it for me to use your technology, the more I will. And I'm cheap. I don't like to pay alot for my downloads, but I will if you make it easy enough (Amazon Unbox is the bomb!).

All that said...this strike is breaking my heart. Heroes may be cut short, Origins is on hold, The Office has cut short their shooting, and god knows what's going to happen to shows that are on the bubble like Pushing Daisies and Chuck. I'll cry when these shows go off the air. And if they don't come back...we'll we all know how well I took the Firefly thing.

Despite how much I love my tv, and how much I love my tv on the internet...I'll give it all up in support of the writers. They make the stories that I love. They've written the shows that brought me close to most of you guys, and honestly they freaking deserve a better cut of the action. Do I hate it that the strike will probably put other people who get an even smaller piece of the pie out of a job? You bet. But honestly, the writers have been far better to me than studio execs ever were. And I think that maybe, just maybe there's enough of my buck ninety-nine per episode to go around.

Hell, I'd picket with them if I could. But I can't. So please, god of unions and labor disagreements, grant us a resolution. May the studio execs see the light and grant the writers their due. Bring back our shows unmolested and safely to our beloved homes. And soon.

Cause if I don't find out what the ever living fuck is up with Mama Petrelli and the Company, I may snap and kill someone. Seriously.

Biiiiii-cycle!!

2007-10-11T20:44:31Z

I can has bicycle? Yes. I can has bicycle.

It's quite fun. It has a bell. And it will soon have a basket. I rode to work today, and while entertaining, it's quite tiring. I decided to get it for myself for my birthday. Since Brack's been riding to work most days and he works further away than I do, it seemed like I was just being lazy driving to work. Did you know, that unlike the bikes in the gym, when your legs go all wobbley and you think you can't go any further, you can't really just sit there? Cars will honk at you. I probably won't ride everyday, but at least a few times a week. It'll be good for me.

Kay, I must rest up for my bike ride home.

OMG!!! I have a neck!!

2007-08-30T20:28:29Z

I, for the first time in over 20 years, have a haircut short enough that you can see my neck.

Hee.

I like it, Brack's not so sure, but seriously, It's not his head. He actually think it looks really cute, he just prefers longer hair.

Some things must end.

2007-08-16T16:16:53Z

I hate to say it, I had always thought our relationship would last. In years past, I've put up with some difficulties, but the good has always outweighed the bad. This year my trust and faith have been abused past the point of no return. I just can't deal with it anymore. It's reached the point that despite my shiny new house and a job I love, I'm considering moving. Moving far, far away.

Cause really, Summer, I'm done with you. Normally, we get along fine. There some unbearable heat in the 90+ range for a week or two and then everything's okay. I get to wear tank tops and sit on the porch and drink sport beer. I may get a little hot and tired, but it doesn't last too long. But not this year. Nooooo. You have to be insane if you think I can sit here and let you melt every thing in sight. I'm tired of the way you treat me. I'm tired of ass-crack sweat. I'm tired of having to shower three times a day just to feel vaguely clean. I'm tired of sucking down water instead of sweet, nourishing beer for fear of death. I'm tired of standing outside at 10 o'clock at night and *SWEATING* at 96 degrees. I'm tired of my poor a/c working its tail off just to keep the house in the eighties.

We're done. I'm breaking up with you. I know it's polite to say "It's not you, it's me." and all, but really, this time...it's you. You are a horrible, oppressive, deadly season that has made me flush for the last time. This is it. I mean it. Get out!

Where the hell is Fall?

Gimme shelter

2007-04-20T12:16:07Z

So, it looks like I may have a house in 30 days. It's not the one for too much money, but it's in the same neighborhood. It's officially three blocks from the library, a block or two from a beer/cigarette store, down the street from Walgreen's and five or six blocks from downtown.

While it's a bigger house with more square footage than the one we've got, there are less roomes. So it looks like we will give up on the guest room that is always ready. Although we are considering getting a murphy bed. Anyway, all new fixtures, all new plumbing, wiring, heating and cooling, new floors, new kitchen in a house built in the 40s. For a shockingly low price.

Here's the front

And the back:

And the shop:

So yeah, I'm officially nuts. It's not like I haven't been wanting to do this for a year or so, it's just that I saw that house and fell in love. I was relying on Brack being Mr.PoohpoohThisIsNotAGoodIdea, like he normally does, but when he saw it...well. We're gonna try to buy it. Of course we may kill each other in a year because it only has one bathroom. Either that or we'll be putting in a bathroom quickly. ;)

Now I'm off to finish my coffee, work on a presentation, read three books, write three book reports, write a great big paper, give a presentation, fly to Chicago, give another presentation, fly home, study for a test, take a test, and get this house ready to move. Yeah. Totally nuts.

Letters to the world

2007-02-14T15:21:37Z

Dear Snow,
Harder please. Seriously, this is not going to get me out of work. And while you're pretty, I'm all about results.
Love, T.

Dear Cute Boy in the Leather Jacket and Hoodie,
I have no idea what you look like from the front, but from behind, darling you just made my morning. Between the walk, the ass, and the way your longish but not too long hair bounces in the snowfilled wind, mmmmmmm. Happy Valentine's Day.
,Pervy old lady in the library.

Dear Body,
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
I get it, you hurt. Whine, whine, whine. Really you need to butch the fuck up and deal. Stop sending your whiny needy "I hurt" messages to the brain. Nobody reads them up here. They're like penis-extension spam. Brain's got too much important work to deal with your shit.
Sincerely,Very Busy Brain.

Dear Brack,
Hey sweetie, thanks for putting my undies in the dryer last night. I have clean, dry undies! Oh and happy birthday. Despite the fact that you are leaning drunkenly on the door to 40 and puking in it's yard, denying the whole time that you care about being almost 40, I still love you. A lot. And not just cause you do things like put my undies in the dryer. Also, disregard the above letter to the hot boy. He means nothing. I only noticed him cause he had your walk. Really.
Tons of love,
your sweetie.

Dear books sitting on my desk,
I know. Really. I need to quit goofing off on the interweb and get you cataloged. But, no offense or anything, but you're boring. I prefer to catalog books that I actually think are neat. Not that concrete management isn't an important subject to someone, just not me. And what the hell is radiopharmacology anyway? Do *you* know what your about?? Hunh. Didn't think so.
Respectfully,
the tiredest librarian that ever tireded.

Dear friends,
I love you. Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry I suck at actually getting in contact with any of you. Remind me if I'm ever in this situation again that it's really retarded to go up for tenure and take 2 Phd courses in the same semester. Honestly, why do you let me do this to myself?
Looking forward to warm weather, cold drinks, and you guys,
Me.

babble

2007-01-30T16:02:37Z

Oh my stars, how I love Hiro, Micah, Peter, Claire, the new guy...let me count the ways. Seriously the whole drama between Claire and her dad is breaking my heart. You can see that she adores him, and he her, but the truth is just too big for them to share.

Of the funny...when the reveal for next week showed the arm and hand of Claire's biodad? I hollered "NATHAN".
To which Brack responded, "No. No way. Nathan's not old enough."
Me: "Sweetie, Nathan's in his late thirties, like you. He's old enough to have a 16 year old daughter."
Brack: "Nooooo. Because *I* am not old enough, therefore Nathan isn't old enough. Stop talking."
Me: "Hee."

/singsong
Gaeta's a cylon. Gaeta's a cylon. /singsong.

And other than television, my classes seem fun. The architecture class is gonna be great because my prof is way into Arts and Crafts homes, just like me. And we have the same alternating respect/disdain for Frank Lloyd Wright. And the Cultural History class is rocking. Right now we are reading a book on Shakespeare in the late 19th century in America and how at the time Shakespeare was not "elite" or "high" culture. It was for everybody. And damn did the audiences let the actors know if they were screwing up.

From the book "Highbrow/Lowbrow":
"In the winter of 1856 Hugh F. McDermott's depiction of Richard III did not meet the critical expectations of his Sacramento audience. During the early scenes of Act I 'a few carrots timidly thrown, had made their appearance,' but the full ardor of the audience was roused only when Richard's killing of Henry included a "thrust, a posteriori, after Henry had fallen.' Then, the Sacremento Daily Union reported, "Cabbages, carrots, pumpkins, potatoes, a wreath of vegetables, a sack of flour and one of soot, and a dead goose, simultaneously fell upon the stage." The barrage woke the dead Henry, who fled followed by Richard, "his head enveloped in a halo of vegetable glory." Pleas from the manager induced the audience to allow the play to go on - but not for long. In Act II, McDermott's inept wooing of Lady Anne again exhausted the patience of the audience. 'When Richard placed the sword in her hand,' a reporter observed, 'one half of the house, at least, asked that it might be plunged into his body.' This storm of shouts was followed by a renewal of the vegetable shower accompanied this time by Chinese firecrackers. As poor Richard fled for the second time, 'a well directed pumpkin caused him to stagger, and with truer aim, a potato relieved him of his cap, which was left upon the field of glory, among the cabbages.'"

Dude. That's fucking great. And apparently not uncommon. I'm gonna love this class.

Merry X-Mas!

2006-12-14T19:46:16Z

HEEE!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, teleri025 sent to me...

Twelve escap1974s drumming

Eleven nongenius piping

Ten sarudys a-leaping

Nine cats dancing

Eight kittens a-milking

Seven muppets a-swimming

Six dogs a-sleeping

Five li-i-i-ibrarians

Four politics

Three cigarettes

Two stargate atlantis

...and a beer in a firefly.

Carry on my Wayward Son...

2006-11-30T22:14:08Z

Okay, instead of doing something thoroughly constructive today, I have been obsessing about the music in Supernatural.

It may lessen your view of me, but in my past I was quite the fan of metal/classic rock. Often I'm squealing with delight on the show because they're playing something I haven't heard in years.

So, I promptly researched and found all the songs. And I'm giving them to you...if you want it.

One song an ep...or so.

Think of me and Dean rockin' out when you listen to them. I know I do.

AC/DC - Back in Black from 1.1 Pilot.
Foreigner - Hot Blooded from 1.2 Wendigo.
Bad Company - Movin' On from 1.3 Dead in the Water.
Black Sabbath - Paranoid from 1.4 Phantom Traveler.
The Rolling Stones - Laugh, I Nearly Died from 1.5 Bloody Mary.
Iron Butterfly - InAGaddaDaVida from 1.6 Skin
Quiet Riot - Bang Your Head from 1.7 Hook Man.
Def Leppard - Rock of Ages from 1.8 Bugs.
Bachman Turner Overdrive - Hey You from 1.10 Asylum.
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Lodi from 1.11 Scarecrow
Bad Company - Bad Company from 1.11 Scarecrow.
Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear the Reaper from 1.12 Faith.
Blind Faith - Can't Find My Way Home from 1.13 Route 666.
Bob Seger - 2+2 from 1.14 Nightmare.
Joe Walsh - Rocky Mountain Way from 1.15 Benders.
The Vue - Pictures of Me from 1.16 Shadow.
Blue Oyster Cult - Burnin' For You from 1.17 Hell House.
Ozzy Osbourne - Road to Nowhere from 1.18 Something Wicked.
Grand Funk Railroad - Bad Time from 1.19 Provenence.
Stevie Ray Vaughan - The House is Rockin' from 1.20 Dead Man's Blood.
Kansas - Carry on my Wayward Son from 1.21 Salvation.
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising from 1.22 Devil's Trap.
Ted Nugent - Stranglehold from 2.1 In the time of my Dying.
The Chambers Brothers - The Time has Come Today from 2.2 Everybody Loves a Clown.
Journey - The Wheel in the Sky from 2.3 Bloodlust.
REO Speedwagon - Can't Fight This Feeling from 2.5 Simon Said
Spinal Tap - Stonehenge from 2.5 Simon Said
Soundgarden - Fell on Black Days from 2.5 Simon Said.
Robert Johnson - Crossroad Blues from 2.8 Crossroad Blues
Nazareth - Hair of the Dog from 2.8 Crossroad Blues.

And remember kids....it's better to burn out than fade away.

Locusts are tricky. You can't reason with them.

2006-11-04T03:36:49Z

Okay. So I have Battlestar thoughts.

Two questions.

1. When were the Cylons created?
2. Why did the 13th colony split from the other 12?

If the answer to number one is before the colonists began migration, then it's possible that the thirteenth colony split due to a disagreement about the creation of Cylons. Maybe the 13th were Luddites and felt that humanity had taken technology too far. Or maybe they thought that the Cylons were dangerous, that it was against God's will to create a race of slaves to do the work of humanity.

This means that the 13ths left a poisoned beacon to prevent the Cylons from finding them. Because they feared the Cylons, they were concerned that the Cylons would turn and attack humanity. Or maybe they just didn't want their tech-heavy brethern looking them up and borrowing a cup of sugar.

If all this is happening now, in the 21st century, that would explain why we (the descendants of the 13th) are so technologically behind the other twelve colonies. The 13ths land on earth, destroy all the high end tech and reverts back to their roots. Of course if this is happening in the future, the tech element is a red herring. But it's a neat idea.

Of course if the colonists split way the hell before the Cylons were created, then my theory goes all the hell out the window. But, why would they have left a booby-trapped beacon? Or was it even booby-trapped? Was it just an accident of nature that the technology of the ancients is toxic to the Cylons? Or was it truly an act of God to test the faith of the Cylons?

Who the fuck knows? But this damn show has got me again. The trouble with viruses is they are too much like locusts. You just can't reason with them. And sadly I fear for my little Sharon/Athena girl.

Bookish

2006-10-18T19:03:27Z

I'm deeply shamed. I checked out 1001 Books You Should Read Before You Die, and realized I've read nothing.

Only 181 books on the list have I actually read. And a great number of those I read in high school due to reading requirements. The list is divided by centuries and shockingly enough I'm weakest in the 21st century literature. I rock rather well on 20th and 19th, again mainly due to reading requirements.

So I guess, in addition to my keeping track of the books I read and re-read, I will now endeavor to read more of these 1001 books. Granted there are a few that I *will NOT* read. I'm sorry, I've tried to read Ulysses more than once and it ain't happening. The same goes for anything by Hemingway or Conrad that I haven't yet read...because dude, I ain't reading that crap without getting a grade for it. And I probably won't be able to get through Bonfire of the Vanities, it's another one I've tried and failed at more than once. Thank god I got through War and Peace during my prententious phase, cause I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it again.

Entertaining point, every single one of the books on the list that have been banned or challenged at some point in history I have read. Something about telling me a book is naughty makes me compelled to read it. Now if only there were more porn on the list, my numbers would skyrocket.

Good/bad

2006-10-13T18:00:52Z

Bad...
Confusing the little hand and big hand on the clock and thinking it's 4 o'clock rather than 12.20.

Good...
A full marching band outside my window playing wonderful marching tunes. Complete with flag-waving and so forth.

Gay Rights

2006-10-03T15:10:20Z

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines
We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks. Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

Hee!!!!!

2006-09-12T23:24:19Z

So....guess who's got a new car???

Yup. ME!

I got the call this afternoon and the dealer said they had a manual Yaris on the lot, but it was white. I really don't like white cars, but I decided to go down there and see it just in case. It was love at first site. It's so clean, and cute and bright.

So. Introducing Zippy McZoom.

Click on him for more pictures.

He's tiny and cute and has toooooons of little compartments to put crap in. Plus..he goes zoom. All fast like.

See y'all. I'm gonna go driving.

Brick Icons.

2006-09-05T05:54:10Z

Okay, in celebration for getting my tenure stuff finished a week early so's I could obsess about it, I made some Brick Icons.

1. 2. 3. 4.
5. 6. 7. 8.
9. 10. 11. 12.
13. 14. 15.16.
17. 18. 19. 20.
21. 22. 23. 24.
25. 26. 27. 28.
29. 30. 31. 32.
33.

Enjoy.

Saturday Morning:

2006-09-02T17:12:31Z

SCENE: Teleri house, bedroom.

Flash to clock reading 6:45 AM.

FIZGIG: Meeeeooooouuuuuuwwwww.
BUCKLEY: Meeeeeuh?
FIZGIG: MROOOOWWWWW!
TELERI (waking up):Oh for the love of god shut the fuck up! (getting out of bed and mumbling) Why do you insist on refusing to understand ...

While walking to the kitchen, both FIZGIG and BUCKLEY are twining around TELERI's legs. Eventually, she trips over one of them and goes sprawling in the kitchen floor.

(From Bedroom) BRACK: What happened?!

TELERI: Cats want me dead. All before the alarm goes off. Hate. There will be a visit to the pound today.

TELERI feeds FIZGIG and BUCKLEY muttering incomprehensively about alarms and calling in sick and the pound for ungrateful kittens.

TELERI stumbles back into the bedroom reaching for the phone.

BRACK: What are ya doing? (sleepily)

TELERI: I'm calling in sick. (whining) I can't deal with them waking me up like this. I'm tired and I don't wanna go to work today.

BRACK: (said into pillow as he rolls over) Sweetie, it's Saturday.

TELERI flops back in to the bed pulling the covers up around her ears and sighs: Thank god. It is isn't it?

As TELERI rolls over to go back to sleep, FIZGIG jumps onto the bed and lays down in the bend of TELERI's leg and starts purring. BUCKLEY jumps on the bed and curls up on the pillow above BRACK's head. Everyone falls asleep.

What'd you call me?

2006-08-05T01:49:49Z

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda. My middle name is the same as my mom's, my maternal grandmother, and my maternal great-grandmother. We've all been Maries.

Although there was a friend of the family that swore for years that I was named after her. She'd tell this lovely story about how when my mom and dad were considering names she ran into them in the store and my mom said, "JANE! That's the perfect name!" Of course, both my mom and dad firmly deny this story.

There is however a child named after me. Somewhere out there, a poor little girlchild was named Jane Marie because her daddy and I dated in high school and he loved my name. I was deeply flattered and little creeped out when I met her and her mother in a Walmart in my home town quite a few years ago.

2. Do you have your children's names picked out already? If so, is there any significance?

I'm a firm believer in the power of a good name. And despite my long lived lack of desire to have children, I have periodically entertained names. Morgan, Quinn, or Joan for girls. Of course, their middle names would have to be Marie. Sadly the tradition requires a J first name and I just don't like many of the J first names. Although if I named a girl Joan Marie, it would odd cause that's my mom's name. For boys, I would love to name a child Sam. First because it's my dad's name, and second because of the Great Sam Vimes. Would never happen though because my father hates his name and often says, "Only mules and dogs should be named Sam."

3. If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name have been?

My folks had a deal. If it's a boychild, Mom would name. If a girlchild, Dad picks the name. For the entirity of my life I have often felt that girls get the shaft in many ways, and while I sometimes fancy the idea of being male, I remember what my name would have been and thank God and my father for that X instead of a Y. Cause living my life as Samuel Jefferson Davis would have been an absolute hell. Either that or I would have had to give up and join the Klan.

4. If you could re-name yourself what name would you pick and why?

I always hated my name as a kid. It was boring and dull. It was an old lady name. The Tarzan jokes, and the "See Jane Run" jokes were only funny the first one hundred times. But I was also the only Jane in my school, the only Jane anyone ever knew. I went through a phase in high school of wanting to be Samantha, but it passed. Jane sticks to me like glue. Even when I have a nickname/alternate name, like online or the SCA, Jane surfaces and most people end up calling me that regardless.

5. Are there any mispronunciations/typos that people do with your name constantly?

Feh. You'd think with a name like Jane no one would fuck it up. You'd be wrong. I get Jayne, Janet, Jen, Janine, Jaye, and most disgustingly Janie.

It simplified matters a great deal when I gave up the fight and just started introducing myself as "Jane, like Tarzan's girlfriend." Clears up any misunderstanding and gets the stupidass joke out of the way at the front.

6. Any nicknames you are fond of?

Sadly, in school the only nicknames that ever stuck were the ones I didn't like. Jane the Pain. Janie. And so forth. The number of small boys that I beat up or pummelled due to be called Janie in grade school is pretty high. I remember in 3rd grade a new boy started making fun of my name, calling me Janie-baney and so forth. It was like the Red Sea parted around him. All the other boys backed away from him like he was radioactive, mumbling to themselves. Later they all told him got lucky, that a kick to the shins was nothing. From then on, all new kids were instructed to not call me Janie within earshot.

Even though in the SCA I constantly introduce myself as Teleri, most people call me Jane. Although there is one very sweet gentleman from North Alabama that calls me "Spiffy Jane". I adore that. But I love it when people call me Tel or Teleri as well.

Then there's my father's nicknames for me, Blondie, Hippie, JM, Marie, Monkey, Squeaker, and Fizzbomb. I'm rather fond of all of them, cause well, Daddy gave them to me. I do find it amusing that he still calls me Blondie even though I haven't been blonde since I was fifteen.

Oh, and I forgot, once I started dating Brack our friends started refering to us as Jack and Brain. I know which one I am. Heh.

Wow, I had more nicknames than I thought I did.

In other notes, after my rant about not working in a "backwater" school earlier, I spent two hours helping move books on the first floor because of flooding. Flooding. There's a river running through circulation, and an inch or so of water in periodicals. So fun. I'm telling ya, that damn chicken was the harbringer of doom.

They're coming for me.

2006-08-04T17:42:29Z

This is not a backwater school. This is, in fact, the largest undergraduate university in the state. We have world-reknowned programs in Recording Industries Management, Mass Communication, Aerospace, and Education. The area surrounding the school is affluent and liberal. There are fabulous public schools in this county, and people are moving here from all over to get a part of that.

So why the fuck do we have a rooster wandering aimlessly around campus? More specifically why is said rooster stalking the back of the library?

Is the bastard laying in wait for me? Is he just waiting for me to dash out to lunch, trip and fall so he can peck my eyes out???

And more frightening, have his crows (that have occured hourly for the last few days) alerted other evil, vicious chickens of my whereabouts? Do the others know? Are they coming to aide him? Is this all just a plot of our evil chicken overlords to finally repay me for the years of egg stealing?

I'm staying here. I'm eating something out of the vending machine. I'll not leave until there's a group to leave with.

He'll not peck out my eyes. Not this time chicken...not this time.

Signs I just might be going crazy.

2006-08-01T15:57:05Z

1. I have had Mama said knock you out stuck in my head for the last 4 days.
2. It was replaced with Fortunate Son briefly for about 15 minutes at around 6.30 this morning and then came back in full force.
3. Sunday night I was attacked by some crazy allergy thing and my face and arms and belly are covered in a rash.
4. I couldn't sleep due to trying not to itch. Therefore I decided the solution was to go out at 3 o'clock in the morning and get doughnuts. From Krispy Kreme.
5. There is no Krispy Kreme in Murfreesboro. The closest is in Nashville, about 30 miles away. In a dodgy neighborhood.
6. I went anyway.
7. Two doughnuts and an hour later, I was still itchy. So I played a video game. At 4.30 in the morning.
8. On a Sunday night.
9. When I had to work the next day.
10. I skipped work to stay home and try not to itch.
11. I willingly watched Charmed while home.
12. Two episodes, followed by four episodes of Dark Angel.
13. I'm still itchy but my brain's turned to mush.
14. I decided to go to work today because, "I can itch there as easily as I can itch here."
15. I'm still itchy.
Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years....
It's still there. *sobs*

Then who will look out for you?

2006-06-12T03:28:09Z

Deadwood is back. And thank heavens for it. Above and beyond my usual accolades for this show, I would just like to say how very profound Calamity Jane is.
Every day takes figuring out all over again how to fucking live.
-Calamity Jane

So I think they are building towards the burning of the Gem. Historically it burned in 1879, which is close kinda to where we are now. If the first season was 1876, and the second '77...then the Gem could burn soon.

Of course, this whole damn thing could be thrown out of whack if HBO cancels this show.

Now to thoughts on the episode.

First, really Bullock needs some rage management therapy. I mean damn. The man is just barely hanging on.

Wow, Joanie's in a state, as is Jane. The two of them just kill me. And speaking of whores, I wonder if Sol will attempt to make an honest woman out of Trixie.

There's more in my head, but I'm fading fast.

This was a very accomplished weekend. I finished the fence. We now have a lovely and beautiful privacy fence in our backyard. We also managed to get the dogs' houses moved to a corner of the yard and swept and hosed off the patio. Soon, maybe, we'll get a nice little gazebo soon and there will be backyard-sitting-happy-me.

I also watched The Omen. I learned a few things.
a)Being a mother sucks, especially if you're the mother to the AntiChrist.
b)The Catholic church has way bigger problems than some pedophiliac priests.
c)I would expect Satan's son to be a little bit more charismatic. I know his daddy knows you catch more flies with honey.
d)Be the AntiChrist is kinda like being autistic, but with weird friends.

Okay. Now I need to sleep.

WOOOT!

2006-05-10T15:48:05Z

Praise the dear and fluffy lord! Did you know you can not only get Buffy episodes from iTunes, but you can also get Firefly, BSG, and 24???

Now...figuring out the way to convert the iTunes format to Tivo as to play it on the real tv.

This is gonna come in way handy for that last half of BSG that's not out on dvd yet. And yes, I've gotten into it. I blame the introduction of politics.

Oh, and can I just say that despite his ultimate coolness and my undying affection for him, sometimes I think Jack Bauer is just not that bright.

I mean, seriously, if *I* had a tape implicating the president of the United States in murder, I would call everyone I know and play the damn tape over the phone. Even while they are trying to shoot my plane down, I'd be playing that sumbitch for everyone in hearing range. Playing over the plane's loudspeaker for all the passengers to hear, etc. Then I'd be calling the Pres and say, "Looky here Mister, I've played it for everyone. CNN's got a copy. Stop trying to shoot me, the damn game's over."

But then again I'm not a SuperSecretAgent, so what the hell do I know.

Obviously, I'm feeling a little better. I really should learn not to listen to 5am brain, cause it's the retard that thought getting up at 6.30 was a fine idea. That just means that it's 10.30 and I'm really thinking it should be lunchtime.

Off to print name tags and make a restaurant guide to the Boro.

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2005-10-28T18:00:34Z

Three more icons from the "I don't wanna work today" file.

Have I mentioned that I don't wanna work today? Cause I don't.