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Monday, July 31, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Religious Thought on Lughnasadh
When I was a Christian, I lived in fear.
There was always the fear that I wasn't REALLY saved, that I'd just had an emotional experience and thought I was.
There was always the fear of Hell, that I was going even if I was saved. Because there would be godly men who'd worked miracles that Jesus wouldn't know, and if he didn't know them, what hope did I have for my non-miraculous self? After all, not all who cried "Lord, Lord" would be saved.
There was always the fear of the Rapture, and being left behind (see point A).
There was always the fear that God really did hate me, as my preacher said he did, that I wasn't fighting what I truly was hard enough and that God would give me over to my debased desires. (although how debased I could be at 15 was debatable)
I used the strictest fundamentalism I could find to hold my closet door shut and hide my real self from God.
Now. I have no fear. Because there is nothing to be afraid of.
I ride the Wheel of the Year, celebrating each season in its turning.
There may be one God, as some of my friends believe.
There may be many, as some of my grove believe.
Or there may be none at all, and gods are just focusing devices we use to harness our own energy to do things we never thought we could.
It doesn't matter.
I am a religious man.
Ritual and celebration are important to me, because it gives me a way to mark off the seasons of my life.
This is especially vital now, while I'm teetering in a limnal space that has no road signs for me. The rituals make the road signs for this uncharted territory I'm entering. (menopause and transition both, if you're curious, something no woman in my family has done for 3 generations, and as far as I know, I'm the first trans person.)
But, my faith has no fear in it, because there is nothing to be afraid of.
Now, we turn to the Harvest, reaping what we have sown over the last months and it becomes a time of reflection as well as action. My anniversary falls in this time, and Mudd and I make a point to take time as a couple for some relationship reflection.
As school takes up, so too witch school for our younglings will start. Our lives grow more regimented and the money becomes less tight.
But today, there is nothing to fear.
Celebrate Lugh the All-Gifted, call his blessing on your skills and his help for those you are developing.
Celebrate the end of summer.
Harvest comes, Beloved/
There was always the fear that I wasn't REALLY saved, that I'd just had an emotional experience and thought I was.
There was always the fear of Hell, that I was going even if I was saved. Because there would be godly men who'd worked miracles that Jesus wouldn't know, and if he didn't know them, what hope did I have for my non-miraculous self? After all, not all who cried "Lord, Lord" would be saved.
There was always the fear of the Rapture, and being left behind (see point A).
There was always the fear that God really did hate me, as my preacher said he did, that I wasn't fighting what I truly was hard enough and that God would give me over to my debased desires. (although how debased I could be at 15 was debatable)
I used the strictest fundamentalism I could find to hold my closet door shut and hide my real self from God.
Now. I have no fear. Because there is nothing to be afraid of.
I ride the Wheel of the Year, celebrating each season in its turning.
There may be one God, as some of my friends believe.
There may be many, as some of my grove believe.
Or there may be none at all, and gods are just focusing devices we use to harness our own energy to do things we never thought we could.
It doesn't matter.
I am a religious man.
Ritual and celebration are important to me, because it gives me a way to mark off the seasons of my life.
This is especially vital now, while I'm teetering in a limnal space that has no road signs for me. The rituals make the road signs for this uncharted territory I'm entering. (menopause and transition both, if you're curious, something no woman in my family has done for 3 generations, and as far as I know, I'm the first trans person.)
But, my faith has no fear in it, because there is nothing to be afraid of.
Now, we turn to the Harvest, reaping what we have sown over the last months and it becomes a time of reflection as well as action. My anniversary falls in this time, and Mudd and I make a point to take time as a couple for some relationship reflection.
As school takes up, so too witch school for our younglings will start. Our lives grow more regimented and the money becomes less tight.
But today, there is nothing to fear.
Celebrate Lugh the All-Gifted, call his blessing on your skills and his help for those you are developing.
Celebrate the end of summer.
Harvest comes, Beloved/
Saturday, July 29, 2017
A day...
It started when I checked my bank account this morning. Overdrawn via NSF fees. Someone I don't know has tried to pay her Memphis Light Gas and Water bill out of my account. And ATC pulled for the cancelled memberships. So bam, $70 in the hole.
I'm on my way to work when i get the low tire light. So I pulled into Wal-Mart, called out for half a day and got it fixed.
TWO bad tires, both with broken belts.
$90 dollars later--and a sneeze that got out of hand--I am headed home to change clothes and go to work. I have the TV dinner I was going to have for lunch.
Traffic is light and I get there in good order.
Work goes easily. except I learn my wife's car will no longer shift and my truck is parked in. This is bad.
I am planning to go by Costco and Aldi's on the way home, but time does not permit. Mudd and I quarrel about this. I do make Costco.
I have to drive BACK across the river, take her to her folks and feed the husband and son.
I go grocery shopping after dropping them at the house.
I'm vegging now and ready to close the book on today.
But Jonner just brought me a Junebug, not sure what it was. He's taken it outside.
I'm ready to watch some Criminal Minds, eat some Maple Bacon chips and zone.
Tomorrow is Lughnasadh and I am cooking up a storm. Monday, we start back with driving. I got edits back on a couple books, massive rewrite time.
I'm on my way to work when i get the low tire light. So I pulled into Wal-Mart, called out for half a day and got it fixed.
TWO bad tires, both with broken belts.
$90 dollars later--and a sneeze that got out of hand--I am headed home to change clothes and go to work. I have the TV dinner I was going to have for lunch.
Traffic is light and I get there in good order.
Work goes easily. except I learn my wife's car will no longer shift and my truck is parked in. This is bad.
I am planning to go by Costco and Aldi's on the way home, but time does not permit. Mudd and I quarrel about this. I do make Costco.
I have to drive BACK across the river, take her to her folks and feed the husband and son.
I go grocery shopping after dropping them at the house.
I'm vegging now and ready to close the book on today.
But Jonner just brought me a Junebug, not sure what it was. He's taken it outside.
I'm ready to watch some Criminal Minds, eat some Maple Bacon chips and zone.
Tomorrow is Lughnasadh and I am cooking up a storm. Monday, we start back with driving. I got edits back on a couple books, massive rewrite time.
Friday, July 28, 2017
It's out! PRIMAL FEAR
ANIMALS PREYING ON HUMANITY-
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Remember, be really nice to your house cat, or that spider on the wall. Because they will turn on You. PRIMAL FEAR. From Authors Alexander S. Brown, C. G. Bush, Peter Welmerink, Angelia Sparrow, Tracy M. Robinson, and Dewayne Dowers and Pro Se Productions.
PRIMAL FEAR flips the script for mankind. From insects to house pets to jungle creatures, we as humans have this nagging thought in our most feral minds that the beasts of the wild are out to get us, could cause us harm, and actually would really rather enjoy us as a meal. Six of today’s best Genre Fiction authors dissect that fear and bring it to life in harrowing, horrifying tales of the Animal Kingdom gone mad.
Remember, be really nice to your house cat, or that spider on the wall. Because they will turn on You. PRIMAL FEAR. From Authors Alexander S. Brown, C. G. Bush, Peter Welmerink, Angelia Sparrow, Tracy M. Robinson, and Dewayne Dowers and Pro Se Productions.
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That's the official stuff.
This is my first new piece since Terror of the Frozen North in 2015. I'm excited!
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Pagan: Sigil Work, take two
So this time I cast on the new moon.
"My household and I earn enough money to meet our bills, clear our debts and participate in activities we enjoy."
Applying what I had learned last time, I put it on a quarter sheet of paper. Perfect size. I waited until everyone was asleep. No intrusion.
But I'm sleepy as can be tonight. New moon work takes it out of me.
Again, as soon as I finalized the words, before I had created the sigil, things started happening.
Apparently I leak. "Household" may have been too vague or cast too wide of a net.
Not only did four members of the household get new jobs, a fifth got an acceptance to trucking school (starts Sept 5). And two good friends who had been looking for work for a year got jobs.
"My household and I earn enough money to meet our bills, clear our debts and participate in activities we enjoy."
Applying what I had learned last time, I put it on a quarter sheet of paper. Perfect size. I waited until everyone was asleep. No intrusion.
But I'm sleepy as can be tonight. New moon work takes it out of me.
Again, as soon as I finalized the words, before I had created the sigil, things started happening.
Apparently I leak. "Household" may have been too vague or cast too wide of a net.
Not only did four members of the household get new jobs, a fifth got an acceptance to trucking school (starts Sept 5). And two good friends who had been looking for work for a year got jobs.
Saturday, July 22, 2017
We rolled down 2017 like a rocket sled on rails
This is where my life starts getting busy:
July 23: new moon
July 30: Lughnasadh. I have to preach
July 31: Back to the Bus. Like back to the beach, except fewer wild bikinis to stuff and more diesel.
August 5: 28th wedding anniversary to Mudd the Long-Suffering
Aug 7: Mudd back to school, Full moon
Aug 21: New Moon
Sept 6: Gabriel's birthday, Full Moon
Mid Sept: Kevin and Fin's Birthdays
Sept 20: New Moon
Sept: 23:-24 Mabon
Sept 25: Cat's birthday
Sept 30: Dad's birthday
Oct 5: Full Moon
Oct 19: New Moon
Oct 28-29: Samhain rit
Nov 4: Full Moon
Nov 17: my birthday. I'm 50
Nov 18: New Moon
Nov 23: Thanksgiving
Dec 3: Full Moon
Dec 17: Yule
Dec 18: New Moon
Dec 23: Jon's birthday
Dec 31: Olivia's birthday
July 23: new moon
July 30: Lughnasadh. I have to preach
July 31: Back to the Bus. Like back to the beach, except fewer wild bikinis to stuff and more diesel.
August 5: 28th wedding anniversary to Mudd the Long-Suffering
Aug 7: Mudd back to school, Full moon
Aug 21: New Moon
Sept 6: Gabriel's birthday, Full Moon
Mid Sept: Kevin and Fin's Birthdays
Sept 20: New Moon
Sept: 23:-24 Mabon
Sept 25: Cat's birthday
Sept 30: Dad's birthday
Oct 5: Full Moon
Oct 19: New Moon
Oct 28-29: Samhain rit
Nov 4: Full Moon
Nov 17: my birthday. I'm 50
Nov 18: New Moon
Nov 23: Thanksgiving
Dec 3: Full Moon
Dec 17: Yule
Dec 18: New Moon
Dec 23: Jon's birthday
Dec 31: Olivia's birthday
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Mixed feelings on Moon Landing Day
Forty-eight years ago today, we landed on the moon.
I was not quite two. I watched with my mouth hanging open. And at the end, I announced "An-he wan go moom!" (I couldn't quite manage the g sound in my name) For years, I had to see the moon before I went to bed.
I dreamed of being an astronaut. Until I was 11 and my eyes went bad and I had to have glasses.
Then I decided to be ground crew or a space technician. So I studied and took the math and science classes and went to the engineering school
Seven years of adolescent dreams and three more years of hard labor pounding calculus into my skull came to a crashing end in 1989.
I couldn't handle the math.
I changed my major and got an English degree (GPA never lower than 3.8 after three years of academic probation) that will never feel like anything more than a consolation prize. I found it in the garage last week and set it carefully with my husband's. And tried not to sneer at myself for my failure, as I have so often over the last 28 years.
My dream was dead. Out of reach. I would never, ever have it.
I watched Hidden Figures this year. Good movie. And my heart beat a little quicker and my pulse raced with each launch. I am a child of the Space Age, who counted backward upside down in the recliner, who drank Tang, and who dreamed of going to the Moon, or Mars, of working on a space station. (And all this was BEFORE Star Wars and my love of SF)
I remember Skylab and the space shuttle. I know where I was when the Challenger exploded, and one of my teachers had been a finalist for the Teacher in Space contest.
But now I wonder, was it for nothing? Will we ever get back?
Today is a day of national pride, of personal grief, of hope and doubt for the future.
So today, I look back, and think of the great courage of those men. Of the hard work of all the men and women who got them there. And yes, An-he...and Nick...still want to go to the moon.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Writing: Authorial Voice
Authorial Voice is a tricky element in writing.
Plot, character, dialogue, all of these can be taught. I've had more than a few classes involving them.
But Voice is what keeps the readers coming back.
I got to thinking about this since I just finished up Stephen King's The Dark Half. I consider this an underrated King novel. The plotting is tight and slick, the characters are vivid. There are a few loose ends he never ties up, a few similarities to other books, but the narration, the speed and rhythm at which our humble down-Maine storyteller takes us on the ride, that's what carries it.
Laurell K Hamilton is the same. Her voice kept me reading for books after I should have given up on Anita. Anita is at her best when she's working. When her relationships get in the way, she's a neurotic mess. But she's such an engaging narrator I plunged through half a dozen books that spent 3 chapters on set up, 300 pages on sex and 5 pages on wrap-up.
Charlaine Harris had no authorial voice at all. Her style was dry and dull. No colorful metaphors or even rhythm to carry the book. I read one of her Dead books, because I was enjoying the show True Blood, but it didn't grab me.
Voice is the difference between Louis L'Amour and Zane Gray. Voice is why I read six Ken Follett novels before I realized I was reading the same characters every time, just in differing situations.
Developing your own voice can be tricky. And developing a character voice that differs from your own is trickier still. I was doing galley edits tonight on a story I remember writing, but the character sounds much different than I do. Most of the time, when I'm writing, what you read is how I talk.
Yes, that means I talk without filler, which I find disconcerts a lot of people. They aren't used to someone who doesn't use "uh" or "like." But this time, the writing is a bit more stylized, as it always has been in his journal entries, suitable to a college man of the 1920s. I've tried taking style lessons from Edgar Rice Burroughs and HP Lovecraft for speech/writing patterns of the era.
It was in the autumn of ‘24 that I accompanied Edward Kilsby, Lord Withycombe, on a journey to India. Ostensibly, we were to infiltrate and discredit a newly formed cult around Hanuman the Monkey God which was causing unrest among the local people and committing human sacrifice, in direct defiance of most believers' understanding of the faith and deity. In truth, fleeing the attentions and wedding preparations of Edward’s most insistent fiancée in England was our primary occupation.
This style is consistent with Charlie's journal entries in the two novels he and Edward have. Writing a whole short story in it, instead of a pithy quote, was a challenge. Using the readability scales, it falls between High School Junior and College Freshman. (for reference, this blog entry is written about an 8th grade reading level)
My actual voice is what you're getting right now. It shows up in my stories and I hope to keep you as engaged as the good writers keep me, whether you're following me into outer space, or the dark future or a steampunk past.
Plot, character, dialogue, all of these can be taught. I've had more than a few classes involving them.
But Voice is what keeps the readers coming back.
I got to thinking about this since I just finished up Stephen King's The Dark Half. I consider this an underrated King novel. The plotting is tight and slick, the characters are vivid. There are a few loose ends he never ties up, a few similarities to other books, but the narration, the speed and rhythm at which our humble down-Maine storyteller takes us on the ride, that's what carries it.
Laurell K Hamilton is the same. Her voice kept me reading for books after I should have given up on Anita. Anita is at her best when she's working. When her relationships get in the way, she's a neurotic mess. But she's such an engaging narrator I plunged through half a dozen books that spent 3 chapters on set up, 300 pages on sex and 5 pages on wrap-up.
Charlaine Harris had no authorial voice at all. Her style was dry and dull. No colorful metaphors or even rhythm to carry the book. I read one of her Dead books, because I was enjoying the show True Blood, but it didn't grab me.
Voice is the difference between Louis L'Amour and Zane Gray. Voice is why I read six Ken Follett novels before I realized I was reading the same characters every time, just in differing situations.
Developing your own voice can be tricky. And developing a character voice that differs from your own is trickier still. I was doing galley edits tonight on a story I remember writing, but the character sounds much different than I do. Most of the time, when I'm writing, what you read is how I talk.
Yes, that means I talk without filler, which I find disconcerts a lot of people. They aren't used to someone who doesn't use "uh" or "like." But this time, the writing is a bit more stylized, as it always has been in his journal entries, suitable to a college man of the 1920s. I've tried taking style lessons from Edgar Rice Burroughs and HP Lovecraft for speech/writing patterns of the era.
It was in the autumn of ‘24 that I accompanied Edward Kilsby, Lord Withycombe, on a journey to India. Ostensibly, we were to infiltrate and discredit a newly formed cult around Hanuman the Monkey God which was causing unrest among the local people and committing human sacrifice, in direct defiance of most believers' understanding of the faith and deity. In truth, fleeing the attentions and wedding preparations of Edward’s most insistent fiancée in England was our primary occupation.
This style is consistent with Charlie's journal entries in the two novels he and Edward have. Writing a whole short story in it, instead of a pithy quote, was a challenge. Using the readability scales, it falls between High School Junior and College Freshman. (for reference, this blog entry is written about an 8th grade reading level)
My actual voice is what you're getting right now. It shows up in my stories and I hope to keep you as engaged as the good writers keep me, whether you're following me into outer space, or the dark future or a steampunk past.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Pure Materialism
This is me, being a greedy bastard.
There are many things I want. Many I cannot afford. This post is my wish list. The things I want, things I may slowly accumulate. I am listing nothing for the house. That's covered. Nothing medical.
Just for me...
Scented candles. I love these things. The Ginger Zest and Patchouli Oak from Michaels have been my favorites but I think they have competition from Harvest Festival. I want all the fall scents...
Bookshelves. And replacement books to put on them. Diamond Mask remains MIA and Magnificat is a goner.
A gold captive bead ring with a black bead for my upper piercing.
An identical one for my left lobe.
A good binder.
A suit and tie. One that fits me and looks good. Shirt, vest pocket square, the whole nine. I need shoes. David has a pair but his cap-toes aren't my style. Not sure what is. I'm thinking plain. No Wingtips.
A faster laptop
BPAL. I am a huge fan of this shop, and there are many scents I would like to have or have more of.
Mine
Highwayman--my signature scent
Wulric the Wolfman--my second signature
The Bow and Crown of Conquest
The Ifrit
Only a Sip
Jareth
Golden Priapus
Dragon's Hide
Hellfire
Al-Shairan
Night Gaunt
David's
Old Scratch
Mr Ibis
Miskatonic University
Whitechapel
Ouija
Villain
--for Hester days
Queen of Hearts
Bilquis
Shoggoth
Shub Niggurath
Black Lily
Anne Bonney
Athens--this is mostly ritual wear
I have Amazon and steam wishlists.
A new pocket watch. A new wrist watch as well. (I'll get one when they are on for $5)
A new leather jacket, the lining of mine is shredded. I've gotten my 15 dollars of service from it.
Sandals. Manly sandals, old leather Jesus-shoe style sandals.
Storage boxes and shelves for the craft room. One of those Rainbow rolling carts
A comfortable recliner and a TV/DVD combo for it.
There are many things I want. Many I cannot afford. This post is my wish list. The things I want, things I may slowly accumulate. I am listing nothing for the house. That's covered. Nothing medical.
Just for me...
Scented candles. I love these things. The Ginger Zest and Patchouli Oak from Michaels have been my favorites but I think they have competition from Harvest Festival. I want all the fall scents...
Bookshelves. And replacement books to put on them. Diamond Mask remains MIA and Magnificat is a goner.
A gold captive bead ring with a black bead for my upper piercing.
An identical one for my left lobe.
A good binder.
A suit and tie. One that fits me and looks good. Shirt, vest pocket square, the whole nine. I need shoes. David has a pair but his cap-toes aren't my style. Not sure what is. I'm thinking plain. No Wingtips.
A faster laptop
BPAL. I am a huge fan of this shop, and there are many scents I would like to have or have more of.
Mine
Highwayman--my signature scent
Wulric the Wolfman--my second signature
The Bow and Crown of Conquest
The Ifrit
Only a Sip
Jareth
Golden Priapus
Dragon's Hide
Hellfire
Al-Shairan
Night Gaunt
David's
Old Scratch
Mr Ibis
Miskatonic University
Whitechapel
Ouija
Villain
--for Hester days
Queen of Hearts
Bilquis
Shoggoth
Shub Niggurath
Black Lily
Anne Bonney
Athens--this is mostly ritual wear
I have Amazon and steam wishlists.
A new pocket watch. A new wrist watch as well. (I'll get one when they are on for $5)
A new leather jacket, the lining of mine is shredded. I've gotten my 15 dollars of service from it.
Sandals. Manly sandals, old leather Jesus-shoe style sandals.
Storage boxes and shelves for the craft room. One of those Rainbow rolling carts
A comfortable recliner and a TV/DVD combo for it.
Things I want to do, Things I am committed to do
At this time, I'm sorting out my life.
1) I must earn a living. For now, it is Durham and Michaels. In Dec, I will call Schneider about recruitment.
2) I must clean my house. It is happening. Bags and bags of garbage are going out every day.
3) I have committed to teaching and learning about paganism as we train our three teen witches to avoid a repeat of the Ouija thing.
4) I will finish my dark future series.
5) I will get back to the gym when work starts again.
What I want to do:
1) I should like to return to the SCA. Strictly in a FIJAGDH way, not a FIAWOL one.
2) I want to write more. I want to get Mystery of the Monkey God done, and move on to the one with the Graveyard Dancers in Witchita. And maybe one loosely based on Enriqueta Marti.
3) I want to re-issue my backlist
4) I want to attend conventions as an attendee, not a guest. I want to go to Renaissance Fairs.
5) I want to paint along with Bob Ross
6) I want to try the Escape Room and LaserTag.
7) I want to start the cult and the pagan school.
1) I must earn a living. For now, it is Durham and Michaels. In Dec, I will call Schneider about recruitment.
2) I must clean my house. It is happening. Bags and bags of garbage are going out every day.
3) I have committed to teaching and learning about paganism as we train our three teen witches to avoid a repeat of the Ouija thing.
4) I will finish my dark future series.
5) I will get back to the gym when work starts again.
What I want to do:
1) I should like to return to the SCA. Strictly in a FIJAGDH way, not a FIAWOL one.
2) I want to write more. I want to get Mystery of the Monkey God done, and move on to the one with the Graveyard Dancers in Witchita. And maybe one loosely based on Enriqueta Marti.
3) I want to re-issue my backlist
4) I want to attend conventions as an attendee, not a guest. I want to go to Renaissance Fairs.
5) I want to paint along with Bob Ross
6) I want to try the Escape Room and LaserTag.
7) I want to start the cult and the pagan school.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Pagan: Sigil lessons
1) If I am casting sigils on the full moon, I need to do it early in the evening. I get moon-drunk easily, overfilled with power and energy. I didn't get to sleep until 4 AM.
2) Do the sigil on a small piece of paper. Burning an 8.5x11 is hazardous to the eyebrows.
3) Warn the household. Mudd wandered in as I was beating out the fire.
About sigils in general:
I hadn't even cast it when it was starting to work.
I have a new fridge and my kitchen is much cleaner than it was. (unexpected)
I will continue working.
I live in a clean and well organized house where everything works!
2) Do the sigil on a small piece of paper. Burning an 8.5x11 is hazardous to the eyebrows.
3) Warn the household. Mudd wandered in as I was beating out the fire.
About sigils in general:
I hadn't even cast it when it was starting to work.
I have a new fridge and my kitchen is much cleaner than it was. (unexpected)
I will continue working.
I live in a clean and well organized house where everything works!
Thursday, July 6, 2017
The Quote Game
My fandoms change here and there over the years. But the shippy moments don't.
Feel free to leave a comment with the characters and show.
Right answers get a free short story, if they want.
1) A: What's your name?
B: John.
A: What's your real name?
2)A: How we doing?
B: Same as always.
A: That bad, huh?
3) A: Oh, hey, I didn't know they came in digital.
B: Uncle Ray always sends you one of those hideous things.
A: It's a tradition.
B: Thanksgiving is a tradition. This...this is a fetish!
4) (In an elevator)
A: Going up or down?
B: Guess
5)A: I wasn't lucky. I was amazing. And how would you know? You weren't even there.
B: If I had been, I'd have bloody well stopped you. The magicks you channeled are more ferocious and primal than anything you can hope to understand, and you are lucky to be alive, you rank, arrogant amateur!
A: You're right. The magicks I used are very powerful. I'm very powerful. And maybe it's not such a good idea for you to piss me off.
6) A:You gave me bad directions!
B: No, I gave you wrong directions.
7) A: Genius of the Restoration
B: Aid our own resuscitation.
8) A: I'm just very good at what I do.
B: This is the score. The Score!
A: Age of the Geek, baby
C: Somebody kiss this guy so I don't have to.
9) A: Must have got [the lateness] from your mother. You know, she could be late to her own wedding. In fact, she was late to her own wedding.
B: Not all of us were trained by roosters.
Said of the pair:
10) Listen to you, quarreling like an old married couple.
Feel free to leave a comment with the characters and show.
Right answers get a free short story, if they want.
1) A: What's your name?
B: John.
A: What's your real name?
2)A: How we doing?
B: Same as always.
A: That bad, huh?
3) A: Oh, hey, I didn't know they came in digital.
B: Uncle Ray always sends you one of those hideous things.
A: It's a tradition.
B: Thanksgiving is a tradition. This...this is a fetish!
4) (In an elevator)
A: Going up or down?
B: Guess
5)A: I wasn't lucky. I was amazing. And how would you know? You weren't even there.
B: If I had been, I'd have bloody well stopped you. The magicks you channeled are more ferocious and primal than anything you can hope to understand, and you are lucky to be alive, you rank, arrogant amateur!
A: You're right. The magicks I used are very powerful. I'm very powerful. And maybe it's not such a good idea for you to piss me off.
6) A:You gave me bad directions!
B: No, I gave you wrong directions.
7) A: Genius of the Restoration
B: Aid our own resuscitation.
8) A: I'm just very good at what I do.
B: This is the score. The Score!
A: Age of the Geek, baby
C: Somebody kiss this guy so I don't have to.
9) A: Must have got [the lateness] from your mother. You know, she could be late to her own wedding. In fact, she was late to her own wedding.
B: Not all of us were trained by roosters.
Said of the pair:
10) Listen to you, quarreling like an old married couple.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Pagan: Sigil work
I'm learning Sigil Magic.
I've been focusing on this for days, and I'm almost ready to cast.
Thing is, Sigil magic falls right into my wheelhouse. The first and most important part is, Know Your Will. That's 85% of it right there. The next 10% is Articulating Your Will.
Sigils work like a Wish spell in D&D. Intent really is magic, but you have to focus that intent. And you have to say it right.
My first sigil is
"I live in and maintain a clean, organized house where everything works."
I'm not saying I wish. I'm putting the work on me to clean, organize and maintain.
I am saying this is already so and bending the universe to my will.
The rest is scribbling, as Mozart says.
I wrote it down, cast out the vowels and duplicate letters
LVNDMTCRGZHSWK
Then I arranged the letters into a design and simplified.
The final sigil
I've been focusing on this for days, and I'm almost ready to cast.
Thing is, Sigil magic falls right into my wheelhouse. The first and most important part is, Know Your Will. That's 85% of it right there. The next 10% is Articulating Your Will.
Sigils work like a Wish spell in D&D. Intent really is magic, but you have to focus that intent. And you have to say it right.
My first sigil is
"I live in and maintain a clean, organized house where everything works."
I'm not saying I wish. I'm putting the work on me to clean, organize and maintain.
I am saying this is already so and bending the universe to my will.
The rest is scribbling, as Mozart says.
I wrote it down, cast out the vowels and duplicate letters
LVNDMTCRGZHSWK
Then I arranged the letters into a design and simplified.
The final sigil
I'll cast in a day or so. Right now, I'm just pleased with myself for getting it there.
Monday, July 3, 2017
A true friendship post
None of that Sissy Crap
Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad --I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you're scared -- we will high-tail it out of here.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining, ya big baby!
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.
7. When you are sick --Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I'll pick you up and dust you off...after I laugh my butt off.
9. This is my oath.
I pledge it to the end.
'Why?' you may ask
-- because you are my FRIEND!
Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.
~~~
Let my friends be my friends, my enemies be my enemies and stranger remain strangers until revealed as one or the other.
Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad --I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you're scared -- we will high-tail it out of here.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining, ya big baby!
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.
7. When you are sick --Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I'll pick you up and dust you off...after I laugh my butt off.
9. This is my oath.
I pledge it to the end.
'Why?' you may ask
-- because you are my FRIEND!
Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.
~~~
Let my friends be my friends, my enemies be my enemies and stranger remain strangers until revealed as one or the other.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Planning for July
Mudd and Jonner are out of town until the 5th. I work tomorrow and then am off until the 8.
Definitely time to do some housework.
Am planning the Lughnasadh Luau.
Participating in Julnawrimo. Wrote 424 word before my brain gave out.
I need to get working on the Witch School syllabus.
Definitely time to do some housework.
Am planning the Lughnasadh Luau.
Participating in Julnawrimo. Wrote 424 word before my brain gave out.
I need to get working on the Witch School syllabus.
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