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Morpheus

Morpheus

?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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While the site is still in development, I continue to try to keep you buggers entertained. I saw Troy the other day, and it was a pretty good movie. You could tell there were Hollywood liberties taken, however. There is some dispute over who the Greek sun god really is. I have no doubt that Troy worshipped Apollo, but Apollo is generally considered the god of things like poetry, not the sun. The largely recognized sun god is Helios.

This is what Pantheon.org had to say about Apollo:

The son of Zeus and Leto, and the twin brother of Artemis. Apollo was the god of music (principally the lyre, and he directed the choir of the Muses) and also of prophecy, colonization, medicine, archery (but not for war or hunting), poetry, dance, intellectual inquiry and the carer of herds and flocks. He was also a god of light, known as “Phoebus” (radiant or beaming, and he was sometimes identified with Helios the sun god). He was also the god of plague and was worshiped as Smintheus (from sminthos, rat) and as Parnopius (from parnops, grasshopper) and was known as the destroyer of rats and locust, and according to Homer’s Iliad, Apollo shot arrows of plague into the Greek camp. Apollo being the god of religious healing would give those guilty of murder and other immoral deeds a ritual purification. Sacred to Apollo are the swan (one legend says that Apollo flew on the back of a swan to the land of the Hyperboreans, he would spend the winter months among them), the wolf and the dolphin. His attributes are the bow and arrows, on his head a laurel crown, and the cithara (or lyre) and plectrum. But his most famous attribute is the tripod, the symbol of his prophetic powers.

Apollo’s so hot right now. But he’s not the sun god. He’s the light god. I bet they’re good friends, Helios and Apollo. You can’t have one without the other. It’s like how CS guys and CIS guys hang out. The CS guys do all the work and CIS guys break it. They go hand in hand.

The site is going well. It’s moving along well, though it could have been disastrous. The new theme I have done is called Wintern. It’s also the theme for the index page for Awayken.com. I really like the way it’s turned out. I have high-hopes for themes in the future and for the site in general. It should be easier for me, now, to add things to the site. That means less excuses for me!

I’ve also started moving more of my old websites over to Awayken.com so everyone can see. Some of them I had hosted elsewhere (like my COMP sites and ISLE), and others are so old that I had almost forgotten about them. One of those sites was a site I did for a project in school on the NSA.

The site itself is horrible, and (don’t worry) you’ll get to see it soon enough. The graphics are bad (used mspaint) and the text is lame and Javascript is rampant. I also way overused “|” and “:” in my titles and status bar. But it works. It’s up again and everything works as it did on Geocities. I decided that I would check up on the NSA, and see what they are up to.

Well, apparently, the NSA site is flash enabled. Maybe it’s an attempt to appeal to younger kids who may go to work for them. I just know that the intro wasn’t worth my time. Nothing cool happened and I think it played twice before letting me go. There’s a lot there, though, on NSA’s site. Then I spotted it.

The NSA has a Kid’s Page! Besides sporting the requisite “Comic Sans” font in certain graphics, this just looks like an abbreviated version of the rest of their text. Crypto Cat is our friend as we explore links like “What NSA/CSS Does”, “Technology in Cryptologic History” and, of course, the “Coloring Book”.

Would you like to do your own coloring? Try the following exciting sample taken off of the NSA’s site.

Remember kids becoming an NSA officer is just as easy as “RXQ”!

…color dammit!

I Have a Cabbage For a Head

Well, there has been a lot of change recently. I know that some of you have heard snippets of what has been going on in my life and are foaming at the mouth for more. Well, in an exclusive “Extra Extra”, I plan on giving you all that you hope and desire for.

1. Megan and I went on a break

I won’t lie, I didn’t like this change much. The word “break” makes one (one like me) think of Spring Break, the most famous break of them all. This conjurs images of bakini-clad, reservationless partially educated females all wrestling with each other in a mud volleyball pit. At least that’s what my spring break was like. But, no. “Break” in this usage is more akin to the “break” you get when you fall from the top of the playground equipment and, in trying to dive through the tire swing, you end up stopping your momentum with your collar bone. It was about that fun, too.

2. Haji has a site

Megan and I have begun a blog devoted to our wonderful turtle. No, there still aren’t any pictures, but we update the Haji site every once in a while, with little or much to report. There is either a lot going on in her life or not much at all. The page devoted to her is called Hold Me (A Blog for a Turtle Named Haji), and it is on Blogspot.

3. I have a new site

In order to be able to post as myself on Haji’s site, I had to create my own blogspot blog. So, I did. I call it

Shooting Stars and I devote it to all things artistic and awful. So far there are only two posts, and both are movie reviews, but there will be more, trust me. With my passion for movies and music, I’ll be using this baby to shoot down the worst of both. I don’t even know why I have anything more than 3 stars.

4. I have a new place to live

Jeff had recently informed me that he found a place we might like. We do like it. It has a lot of nice features. It kind looks like, at one time, it was a house with two floors. Then they built a front walkway on the outside of the house leading to the upstairs, chopped the house in half, called the top part “212 1/2” and started selling it as an upstairs apartment. You can see where the steps were. Despite this, it is still nicer and cheaper than the house we live in now.

+’s:

  • windows that open
  • windows that face every direction
  • available parking
  • close enough to campus
  • landlord actually lives in the town
  • overhead lights in every room
  • mostly the same carpet
  • tile bathroom
  • most importantly: two bedrooms

-‘s:

  • the shower seems to be a bit of an afterthought, and Jeff has to duck to use it
  • a bit smaller than a house
  • no apparent control over heat

As of yesterday at around 3:30pm, we became the next lessees of the place. Our lease with them begins August 1st, 2004, and ends July 31st, 2005. I have a good feeling about this new location. And we’re still on Harth, right across from Dairy Queen.

5. I bought my first Pink Floyd album

I bought “Wish You Were Here” the other day. I am in total love with this album. I’ve learned to play “Wish You Were Here”, too. It’s not a very difficult song, and it sounds great. Radiohead (well, Thom Yorke at least) did a cover of the song for a compilation CD their label put out. In fact, I’m listening to the album right now. The album opens with “Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part I)” and closes with “Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part II)”, which, combined, take up 26:09 minutes. There are some albums out that there that don’t last that long.

6. I saw Phantom of the Opera

My parents saw it when I was in Junior High and, of course, they bought the Broadway studio recording of it. Flash forward to my Senior year of College and I have the entire damn thing memorized. I can recite all the pauses, tremolas, and music. So, going to see it live at the Orpheum was destined to be a great experience and a disappointing one. It was great to see it, finally, but it was disappointing that it wasn’t exactly what my memory said it would be.

7. I have a bunch of Kids in the Hall episodes

I was looking around the internet and discovered this website that has a lot of bit torrent files for different TV shows. One of the shows that he was religous about is Kids in the Hall, or KITH. I love KITH. The site is called #digitaldistractions, and if you have a bittorrent client, he has good rips of a great show. It doesn’t seem cost effective, however, to make VCDs of the episodes when they have it on DVD.

8. I became vegatarian

No, I didn’t. I’m just kidding. I couldn’t live without steak or chicken.

9. I shaved my beard

That’s right I did. Some of you didn’t even know that I had one. And it may grow back before some of you see me clean shaven again. So, for you guys, you can skip this one or pretend you didn’t read it.

10. I’m going to get my own webspace

Most of you know that “awayken.com” quickly becomes “awayken.lazydesert.net” in your webbrowsers. No, this isn’t the result of alien activity; it’s what’s called a “redirect”, in web terms. It means that I bought the name “awayken.com” and all it actually does is force you to go to another website. Well, I’m looking into buying my own webspace, so that I will no longer writhe under the shadow of the conglomerate known as the Lazydesert. That, and I plan on converting the entire site to a dynamic PHP model. That’s right – I will soon have much more control over you… er, the site.

10. Megan and I are back together

Don’t ask me to explain because I don’t get it. I just smile, nod, and squeeze her little cheeks until she hits me. I think it has something to do with her being broke now. But she’ll hit me for that, too.

And now, it’s Friday, and I have yet another family reunion. This one is for my mother’s side. It should be a good time. And if it’s not, I’ll slaughter the entire lot of them.

…lists!

Give It A Day

I’m honestly trying to get an actual post written. Some of you may have questions about my personal life, and I want to share everything with all three of you who read this site, but maybe I can tomorrow.

For now, I reprint one of the greatest online practical jokes I ever pulled off.

rauschpax: Woops?
angel009900:what?
rauschpax: I crashed AIM.
angel009900:I do that at least once a week
angel009900:If I have to get off suddenly it’s because our dinner guests are here, k?
rauschpax: Fine. Nice chatting.
rauschpax: Bryce loves you.
angel009900:what?
angel009900:I don’t get off yet
angel009900:I don’t have to get off yet
rauschpax: What?
rauschpax: Oh, great.
angel009900:I’m writing you an email now
angel009900:it’s pretty good so far
rauschpax: I”m glad you like your own work.
rauschpax: Is it better than the one to Bryce?
angel009900:which one?
rauschpax: The best one.
angel009900:hmmmm no, because i stopped just when it got good
angel009900:i sent it though, and now you can read it
angel009900:no more suspense
rauschpax:Okay.
angel009900:cool.
angel009900:BRB
rauschpax:[jeopardy theme in background]
rauschpax:[miles tapping foot to beat and drumming fingers looking around]
angel009900:why aren’t you getting my email while i’m gone?
rauschpax:Uh… [nervous pause] cause…
angel009900:you’re a great person to chat with
angel009900:did you know that?
rauschpax:I’m flattered.
rauschpax:Really.
angel009900:rightfully so
rauschpax:Do you want to know why you’re dead?
angel009900:YES
angel009900:please
rauschpax:Because you didn’t tell Jenny and KT the thing about the story the second they walked in. Bryce was chatting with Jenny and she was clueless.
angel009900:I thought that you guys emailed everyone…. sorry
angel009900:really sorry
rauschpax:Well, okay, you’re undead.
angel009900:THANK YOU!!!!
angel009900::-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)
angel009900:Ok, what’s your address?
rauschpax:My who?
angel009900:address… where do you live by snail mail
rauschpax:P.O. Box 176
rauschpax:Big Stone City, SD 57216
rauschpax:but Bryce already told you that
angel009900:he told me somthing Mitchell Ave.
rauschpax:That’s street. P.O. Box is for mail.
angel009900:that sux
rauschpax:Why?
angel009900:because i thought he knew i meant for mail when he gave it to me, which means i sent a letter to your street address… will you still get it?
rauschpax:Yup. Big Stone’s not huge so they’ll know where to stick it.
angel009900:ok, good
angel009900:whew!!!
rauschpax:I know Big Sigh of Relief.
angel009900:yup… exactly
rauschpax:Forget about it
angel009900:ok
rauschpax wants to directly connect.
angel009900‘s software does not support sending and receiving IM images.
rauschpax:=-O
rauschpax:8-)
rauschpax::-DO:-)8-):-P
angel009900 signed off at 12:05:28 PM.
angel009900 signed on at 12:06:40 PM.
angel009900:sorry about that
rauschpax:Geez!
angel009900:my AIM got disconnected
rauschpax:I like this font. It reminds me of Pyramids.
angel009900:i can’t see it
angel009900:all i see is times new roman
angel009900:so do you want 9 pics or 5 pics
rauschpax:Bryce is wondering if you were killed by jenny or kt because of the footage.
rauschpax:9
angel009900:ok
rauschpax:what pics?
angel009900:of the end of summer
angel009900:could you do me a favor?
rauschpax:what??
angel009900:change your font back.
angel009900:it’s really huge like this:
rauschpax:Is this better?
angel009900:yes
angel009900:thanks you
rauschpax:That’s great. See, I need it large so I can see. Both of my lenses were removed and I’m typing by memory.
angel009900:wow
angel009900:that sucks
angel009900:when are you getting new ones?
rauschpax:When the surgury for placing lenses catches up to the surgery for removing them.
rauschpax:50 years give or take.
angel009900:your lenses?
angel009900:like ON your eyeball?
rauschpax:Yupers. Did I spell that right? I can’t see.
angel009900:two p’s
rauschpax:I’m lucky I can chat with you at all. The mouse is terrible t use.
angel009900:i’m sorry
rauschpax:Yeah.
angel009900:soooo did you get my email?
rauschpax:Yes. I think. I can’t read the words on the screen, remember. I think I saw the word “dog”
angel009900:I don’t know what you’re talking about
rauschpax:Well, I think that’s what I saw. I could be wrong.
rauschpax:I can’t read remember?
rauschpax:Know what?
angel009900:you are a lying twerp
rauschpax:I got an email from Tenley, and she was calling me Bryce. In an Email!!!
angel009900:oh my gosh! the blonde hair is getting to her
rauschpax:Quick. Go over there and rescue her!
angel009900:no, she’s a lost cause.
angel009900:pray to Saint Jude
rauschpax:She said that she got all the way done and realized that it wasn’t to Bryce. But for some reason she didn’t change anything.
rauschpax:Gotcha.
angel009900:yeah, she’s just making that up
angel009900:she really had no idea
rauschpax:Un-hu. You tell it sister.
angel009900:yeah
rauschpax:Why so quiet? Something wrong. Tell Cousin Miles
angel009900:I’m surprised you can read this, retard cousin miles
rauschpax:Bryce is reading to me. Thanks for crushing my feelings.
angel009900:yeah right
angel009900:you can’t get your lenses removed from your eyeball, loser!
angel009900:and plus, WHY WOULD YOU?
angel009900:how long were you planning on milking that one…
rauschpax:It was a freak accident. I was blasting those rocks for my dad. The visor shield burst in. I was to close to the rocks and I got a full blast in the face. I was bloody, disorientated, but managed to get to the house. Dad took me to the emergency room, but they said they couldn’t save my vision. The only way was to remove the badly ruined lenses.
rauschpax:Thanks for adding insult to injury.
angel009900:are you really being serious?
angel009900:why didn’t you decide to put that in your email then?
rauschpax:I wanted to keep it quiet. Maybe… I don’t know what I was thinking. They can’t restore my vision. It’s hopeless. And my visions of being a director… gone…
angel009900:I have to go set the table
angel009900:sorry
angel009900:well, talk to you later
rauschpax:Love you. Please keep this quiet.
angel009900:Miles, if you are lying to me i’m going to be really mad
rauschpax:What if I apoligize now?
angel009900:I CAN”T BELIEVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
rauschpax:I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
angel009900:YOU LITTLE TWERP!!!!!!
angel009900:I CAN”T BELIEVE YOU!!!!!
angel009900:I’m saving this conversation just to bring up and laugh at later
rauschpax:I’m really sorry! I didn’t think you’ld buy it, but the writer in me took over and I thought it was pretty believable.
rauschpax:I should save this too. I don’t have any saved yet.
angel009900:ok, by the way, nice job
rauschpax:Thanks, I think. How mad are you.
rauschpax:?
angel009900:it was a good touch, that whole “keep this quiet”
angel009900:I’m not mad, but the gueests are her!
angel009900:bye!
rauschpax:Good. Love you.
angel009900:I love you anyway!
angel009900 signed off at 12:26:56 PM.

…signed off!

Journeys Cold

Journeys cold or so I’m told
take weeks and months until you’re old
And when ripe agéd you become
behold here comes another one.
With pack and hat and staff and shaft
you find your way to that which hath
no slight apparent or otherwise
path for journey or disguise.
“Promise promise!” sass the lass
and stash her past within her brass.
But what foley has begun
mass hysteria for all and one.
“Do it” “Don’t It” blew it, won’t it
bounce on back – you knew it, won’t it
return to right – shoot it, mount it
dead is done – blew it. Count it.
Persons of a certain sort (cough)
Will find the urgent said retort.
And with the noblest of air
I reply with, “I don’t care.
Be it, see it, as it may,
I will live another day.”

Wallpaper [] Massacre Indefinate

EDIT

I would like to apologize to those who read the description I wrote out. The more I think about it the more I think releasing this wallpaper was a mistake. I just get the feeling that they weren’t as thought out as they should have been, and I feel particularly bad about the text that went along with the story.

While there will not be an actual retracting of the wallpapers, I want you all to know that I am sorry you had to witness them. I assure you that this will not happen again.

Graduation ends in bullets, blood

Massacre? Indefinate

The Associated Press

MILBANK, S.D. – June 12th was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives, but for the graduating class of 2004 in Milbank, South Dakota, it was a very different kind of day. Instead, it became, for some, the last day of their lives.

Reportedly, Miles Rausch, an alumni of the high school, had been sitting quietly in the bleachers throughout most of the ceremony. As diplomas were being handed out, he suddenly snapped and produced a semi-automatic weapon that he had hidden in his jacket. Those closest to the alleged were the first to go, said one bystander sitting opposite the gymnasium.

Said one parent, there to see her daughter graduate, “The scene was horrible. It was so loud with the screaming and the gun firing. I saw his face, his cold unmoving face. Then when the gun stopped, some of the screaming subsided and I swear I heard him singing.”

After several minutes of firing, Rausch fled the scene, leaving 57 injured and 24 dead. Police arrived on the scene minutes later but were unable to locate Rausch. Ambulances moved most of the injured to the hospital south of town where some of the most badly hurt were air-lifted to Sioux Falls, 150 miles south.

Investigatory documents and testimonies all point to Rausch as the culprit and a warrant was issued for his arrest. This is where the twist in this story lies. Police, after questioning his parents and relatives, dispatched to his home in Madison, South Dakota. It was there they discovered that Miles Rausch is paralyzed from the neck down.

In February of 2000, Rausch had recently become depressed over a breakup with a long-time girlfriend, then a freshman. He located his father’s handgun from the closet and, after taking several handfuls of pain killers, he attempted to end his life. The gun, however, slipped several inches lower than where he had planned to fire, and the bullet managed to sever his spinal cord.

Even after years of physical therapy, Rausch has only gained minimal use of his fingers in his right hand. He is wholly unable to dress himself, feed himself, or perform most functions alone. Doctors are sure that Rausch would be very unable to have done this crime both physically and mentally.

“Miles is a very kind and gentle soul. In his condition, he would need several people assisting him to do what [the witnesses] say he did. I firmly believe that he is not responsible,” said one doctor. Police are baffled as to who is actually responsible for the Milbank Massacre. Theories abound as to who did it and why. One thing seems certain, though. This was definately the worst act of violence in South Dakota history, regardless of who’s responsible.

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I hate ruining the illusion that I try to create with my wallpapers, but I am moving towards not putting copyright credits directly into the picture. It’s just a pain in the ass for me, and I think it hurts the visual integrity of the work. So, that means I have to credit in the text. I would like to thank :resurgere: for his wonderful blood stock pack. Otherwise, the photos taken of the graduation were mine.

You can get the deviantART download or get it in the gallery, under “Wallpapers”.

…it’s blood!

Haji

It started with Megan saying that we were going to Sioux Falls for a surprise trip. We had planned on going on Friday, to see Spider-Man 2 again, and to do some shopping she needed done. This was only Wednesday, though. I was immediately wary.

It actually took a lot of mind work to get that out of her. Then she got irritated with me for a while. I tried to get out of her what I wanted, but she wasn’t having it. She used the guise that it had been our 9 month anniversary on July 4th and that she was taking me out to celebrate.

If you know Megan, then you know why I was suspicious.

There was much drama about where to eat. She wanted me to pick. I wanted to eat at HuHot. The problem with that is that the last time we ate there, she had the flu. So, no when she thinks of HuHot she feels sick. We finally at at the Olive Garden, which was actually very reasonably priced. I thought it would be much more than it actually was. And best thing: she payed.

She still hadn’t told me the real reason for coming to Sioux Falls. She simply stressed that it had to be our last stop. Hmm… I tried my best to get it out of her, but she wasn’t having it. I kept bugging here throughout all the stores we went to. Through the mall, the drives, and finally in front of Best Buy she let a hint slip. I said, “Why won’t you tell me?” She said, “Because if I tell you, you’ll try to stop me. You don’t think I’m responsible enough.”

That was it. Ever since Jeff almost got a kitty Megan has been lamenting the dorm’s “No Pets” policy. The policy pretty much limits your pet selection to fish or crabs, neither of which are very cute or cuddly. I had never said that she wasn’t responsible. But if she were to get a pet, like a kitten, it would have to stay with me (assuming my new place allows pets). That would mean that I would probably end up being the sole care provider, and I don’t have time for a kitten.

I knew it was a pet, but I didn’t know how she was planning on keeping it when the school year came. Megan never ceases to amaze me, though. We finally get to the pet shop. We look at the puppies, fish, birds, bunnies, and people. Then she shows me the kind of pet that she wants, and its perfect. Megan wants a turtle.

The hitch at this part is that a turtle was quite a bit more expensive then she had wished for. In fact, the kind we were looking at was $50. The problem is that Megan doesn’t have $50. She gets paid next week, but that’s not going to help her now. With a sad heart we headed home. I started a surprise plan of my own.

The next day we went to Sioux Falls again, and picked out the turtle. I knew that I would end up playing with and holding and loving this turtle, too, so I decided to pay for half of it. So, I decided to become the proud co-owner of a new turtle. I know what you’re thinking, some of you (mom), but a pet is not like having a child. And Megan and I co-owning a pet isn’t like getting married and having kids. It’s just a turtle! Calm down already.

That having been said, there have been problems when a couple buys a pet and then breaks up. But Mike seems fine now, so everything worked out great. And we’ll even bring Haji to work sometime so he can see her.

Anyway, back at Mini-Critters we talked to this guy named Ajay for about an hour. I don’t think he gets a lot of customers (turtles aren’t a hot commodity) and so he wanted to tell us everything he absolutely could before we left. The total cost came to about $120. I figure, I made over $1,000 on my last paycheck, I can afford $60 startup cost on a turtle.

So, now she lives at my place (a much better environment than Megan’s cold, cramped house). Her name is Haji, which is Japanese for “hold”. This isn’t as in, “Hold me, I’m just a scared turtle”. It’s more like, “Hold onto her or she’ll leap out of your hands.” She’s spunky and really active. She also gets grumpy if you come home from lunch to see how she’s doing, and you think she’s dead because you’ve never seen her sleep before, and you go to rub her leg. Then she’ll hiss at you.

Haji is a three-toed box turtle, Terrapene caroline triunguina. She is native to places like Missouri. Hence, she loves it humid, overcast, and warm. We let her play outside, and she loves it. She’s always moving, unless she’s in her aquarium. I think we should have done some research before we bought her, because now I’m rethinking living quarters, and I could have saved us $10.

She eats crickets sprinkled with calcium. So do I.

As soon as I can, I’ll have pictures of her up here. I’m sure Megan will steal them and put them on her site, too. What a copy cat. I had this post written first, but she wrote less so she could get done faster. She even tried to say that Haji is “all hers” and not “half hers”. And I say, “Then you can get your dirty turtle out of her before I cut her open.” That shuts her up. In a hurry.

…I got a turtle!

Wallpaper [] Night Raven

Ode to a Night’s Raven

Vous ne dormez pas.

RAVEN of the dark
            
         obscurity
only the deep blue rest of the sun
affords your comfort –
                    secrecy.
pinpoints of distance, heat, life –
“a canopy with holes punched in it” –
this background is your playground.

no one claims you
only the tree you call home is yours
and you belong to it,
solitary RAVEN of the slumber hours

a wastrel moon, a wasting moon
spotted like a wild creature, but muted
                                        
and hanged
like a wild beast instead
this sits as your watcher
a silent laconic guardian

you glide on wings, oh RAVEN, of purest coal
You are black, feared, hated, yet respected.
you wear a corbie suit but a human demeanor
and as You glissade en l’air to your bed
i glissade à terre to mine
and rest in ravenous dreams;
                 hungry creatures of night.

Ils sont vos enfants.

You can get the deviantART download or get it in the gallery, under “Wallpapers”.

…it’s a bird!

Aftermath

Love Mummy

You Are The Love Mummy

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It’s almost been a week and I haven’t seen Spider-Man 2 again yet. Life is getting darker as we speak…

Had a family reunion. It went well, except that I hate typing that word because I always want to spell it “reuinion”. Made up a fictitious band that I will post about later. Megan had a crap weekend.

All in all, I’m the only one in the office again. You know what that means? Nude typing. Heh. Alllllllright.

… giggity!