bluebeard

Oh. My. God.

From one customer's comment:

"They really seem to like the special effects it offers (the sound effects and vibrating). My oldest daughter (17) really likes it too!"

I lay in bed for five hours. I don't remember most of it, so I must've been in that wierd half-sleep stage for awhile. I haven't actually slept though, which is unfortunate.

At 10ish Mom and I are leaving to head up to Union City for the Carter family reunion. w00t. We're not even Carters; my mother's mother is. (We call her Meemaw. My mom is Mimi. My brother and I have always threatened our sister that she'd be Moomoo once she got old enough. She hates that. muahaha.)

I feel kinda wierd about it.. I've never been close to any of my extended family. It'll be nice to see people and all, but we have zero in common except for genetics.

As far as I know, I'm the only person that's gay and pagany. I haven't heard any rumors of others, at least.. that may just be a side effect of not knowing anyone very well. (I wonder how meemaw would feel about radical faeries. hahahahahahah.)

I think, as far as they're concerned, while living in Portland I stayed in the loft and Paul had the downstairs. Jobs and everything I can be truthful about.

Provided I stick to that story, avoid religion and politics, and make sure noone sees the pentagram tattooed on my belly, everything should be keen.

just last week, I was talking with someone about how I almost never get sick.

and what happens?

I get sick. :P

looks like they're gonna strike, on august 30th.

what a crock.

"wah! we make millions and it's not enough!"

according to dad, some of the players are complaining that they can't live on what they're making now. (min $200k salaried, most players make millions and millions)

whatever.

The doctors were going to leave it where it was, since it wasn't hurting anything and would have required cracking his ribcage open to get it out, but it seems that the bullet has migrated. It's traveled from his diaphram, squeezed between two ribs, and is now sticking out his back like a metallic zit.

That has to be uncomfortable to sleep on.

Another dream...

I live with Edith Massey as the Egg Lady, but she can walk and wears clothing. She wakes me up really early in the morning to announce that she's decided she wants to go back to high school, and I should drive her there. We hop into a brown Pinto and head to Covington HS, where she is rejected. However, while asking to be a student, she meets a guy who's in a similar mindset as her, and we all head to Oak Court Mall in Memphis to have peanut lo-mein from the China Buffet.

my dream last night was odd.

I'm rollerblading around this neighborhood that kind of looks like the part of Collierville that Nina lived in, but I'm having lots of trouble staying on the road, standing straight up, because my legs are so tired I can hardly move them. It hurts so bad to be on them that I'm crying. I fall off the road into a water-filled ditch at one point, and when I get out I'm so angry that I'm wet and tired that I rip off all my wet clothes and keep on trying to rollerblade down the street, now in nothing but boxer briefs. My aunt Tracy drives by in a white Festiva with Eddie and that-fat-stinky-kid-I-can't-remember-his-name from high school in the back seat, stops, laughs, and asks me something. I call her a bitch for laughing at me, and she drives off. Around the corner I go, across somebody's driveway, and a guy I don't recognize comes out and says, "When we were kids, I would go out in back of the house and jerk off." Keep going, into this park-like area with a lake, around a wooded area, back to the lake, and I find bloody handprints and footprints in the grass. I wave at a person on a porch nearby for help, and when she comes close I see that it's this wierd Angel/Lydia mixture person. She starts freaking out, and Dorothy, who was hiding behind a bush 'till now, comes out and explains that she just spilled a jar of something she was drinking, and those were her handprints, wiping off the contents of the jar.

At that point I kicked the wall and woke up.

I'm glad I've been remembering my dreams lately. They're just so wierdly symbolic I have no idea which ones are my brain trying to tell me something, and which ones are just idle.

Him, handcuffs, and my steel-frame bed. Yeah.

Anyway.

Dad decided that today would be Debauchery Day (my words), and went to the casino to people-watch and get plastered.

He's kind of annoying when he's drunk.

Mom gets this look on her face like, "Kill me. Poke my eyes with hot needles. Anything. Shut up!"

once that look appears, it gets kind of amusing, watching it get more intense and waiting to see how long 'till dad notices it and decides it's bedtime.

heh.

tables suck.

they're useful, and you can do neat things with them.

but..

they suck.

Mom made (*click**whirr**schlop**bzzz**beep* dinner!) some clam chowder for dad this afternoon, but he didn't eat it. Several minutes ago, I decided I was hungry. I heated it up. I tasted it. It was not appetizing. It was basically cream of mushroom with flour and little chunks that I suppose were clam but didn't taste like anything.

So, back into the fridge it went. I ate roundsteak instead.

Mmm. Meat.

And that's all I really have to say right now.

At the moment, my game of choice is Illusion of Gaia.

I'm about halfway through, where Will learns the skill "Psycho Spin".

You hold A 'till he glows, press and hold L+R simultaneously to make him spin, and then a directional. That's four buttons total.

On a PC, you can only press three keys simulaneously.

So... I'm stuck. argh!