Stacy made it back home, and Dawn and I worried about her the whole way. She was heading into the path of a snowstorm. She called while on the road and said "I am literally racing the storm" and said repeatedly that she loves me. That was the last I had heard from her until she pulled into the complex where she lives, sat outside while smoking and telling me that when she stopped for a nap, she curled up with her pillow and smelled it, and it smelled like me and Dawn. I thought I was the only one that turned sappy; I curl up with the blanket she used as a wrap when she would get up for a smoke, a drink, and breakfast when she was here; and I even drew a Valentine heart, with three sets of initials, on the back of my notebook. Dawn said that, since she doesn't get so sappy when she's in love, it's my and Stacy's job to be sappy enough for her, too. I miss them both so much right now.
Speaking of hearing from them, I set up my phone so they have their own caller ID pic and ringtone. Being my mistress, Dawn gets the chorus from Nine Inch Nails' "Closer," and a picture of her in a gold sequined shirt. Stacy gets the chorus from Type O-Negative's "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend," and a picture of her standing in a black shawl in front of my purple Celtic knot tapestry, smoking a cigarette. I miss that taste.
Dawn and I talked Friday and yesterday about the new development, and each of our relations with the others. In Stacy, I have someone I can take care of; but conversely, in Dawn, I have someone who can look after me. In both of us, Dawn can express her love for both genders. In Dawn, Stacy can see a life with fewer restrictions; in me, she can see a life unplugged from the control systems imposed by the toxic elements of life.
I got paid on Friday and I got two Nebelhexe albums and I now have every VNV Nation release. Getting music in the digital age is a hell of a lot easier now that there are fewer physical CDs; and there's no skip... and there's no skip... and there's no skip... and there's no skipping.
Dawn and I played WoW in the evening. She's at 12 now, and I'm at 15. When she gets to 15, too, we're going dungeon delving. We'll level up faster that way. The son of my friend's neighbor was extremely over-excited about Mists of Pandaria. After my second shift, I'm going to play more with her. We're going to make our way back to Stormwind. She accidently hearthed back to Shadowglen, Teldrassil.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The visit.
Both Dawn and Stacy have been a delight. But, because of recent events, my lovelife has taken an interesting turn. I wish Facebook had "It's really fucking complicated" as a relationship status. Peter Steele would have described it best: "My girlfriend's girlfriend, she's my girl, too." I've kind of fallen for Stacy. She's a lot of fun and is a great kisser. Also, she's a switch.
The girl from the office came to get Trakl yesterday. I need to get my breathing environment in order, and Stacy's also allergic to cats. I didn't think that I was until my doctor said I was, and I realized that the last time I ended up in the hospital was when my roommates had two cats, and my breathing got worse when I hung out with a friend who had a few cats.
It was a little stressful getting the party together yesterday, but it ended up being good. I tried to go get a friend, but I couldn't find the way to get to her, and no one was around to give me directions. I can never find Cannonball Bridge without someone telling me where it is. The Brujah, Jordon, showed up just as Stacy and I were getting into the shower (A make-out session with water cascading over us? Don't mind if I do!). He seemed curious when he found out what was happening. I couldn't help myself, and I said "I'm Sheenin' it!"
No one else answered the party invitation. At least there's still a shit-ton of bean-dip, Doritos, meatballs (5-generation long authentic-Italian recipe), and cake left. Not to mention Kalua, Creme de Cocao, and Clear Spring (not used for cooking) left. I drank just a little bit earlier in the day, so I could sleep it off with a nap, since I couldn't get my birthday night off.
It's early Wednesday morning. I was going to just write this blog and publish it in a few hours, but I think I'll do another extended one that will talk about the next two days as they unfold. I'm at work, and the usual weekday morning routine is in full swing. I'll get off of here, and write more after class and a nap with my snuggle partners.
I didn't get the chance to blog more before this late afternoon. I've been... um... busy. That's all I'll say about that. iUsa la imaginacion! I lost track of time; I'm supposed to be in a meeting at school, but I just woke up. Shit... I just realized, I told some people in my guild I'd be on WoW today. Due to the fact that I had to work on my birthday, I decided to break my celebration in half, and celebrate more today. I probably won't drink after this next drink. Tomorrow, on my scheduled day off, I'm going to sit alone and contemplate being 35 with the rest of the Clear Spring and the PS3.
I just took a nap, and I feel refreshed. I feel like I just have three hours to be with these two people I love, because I have to work tonight, and tomorrow will be spent helping them pack before they go back up north. This hurts, because I know I'm going to miss them so fucking much. I never thought that I would be involved in a polyamorous relationship, let alone an interstate one; the heartache caused by the absence will be doubled. But despite that, I don't think I'd ever want to let either of these two go. I love Dawn's warmth of spirit, feeling of acceptance and belonging she gives me, vibrant pallor in the dim light, and nice soft feel when I hold her. And I love this radiant smile that Stacy gets when she looks at me when we interact closely--our noses just an inch apart, her steel-blue eyes looking at me lovingly, her deep voice and east-coast accent that send chills up my spine, and even the taste of cigarettes on her breath when we passionately kiss. They need to come back soon. Very soon.
I'm at work, and I am bored. I forgot about blogging until just now. Stacy reads it as I'm writing it, and she loves it. She says I'm a good writer. I'm going to miss her so much, but not more or less than Dawn. I just know it will be a little more difficult for Stacy to visit, since she doesn't live just one state away, like Dawn does. As soon as I get home, we plan on turning our phones off and spending time together, just us. They don't argue with people back at their respective homes, and I don't try to obsessively coordinate and confirm all the other events, like work and school. Basically, the rule will be that we don't talk to people who are not physically with us. We'll make that time count. In a few minutes, it will be time to get the house moving this morning, so I'll have to blog more later.
This morning has been going very well. Stacy and I , being two souls that hurt, have been talking and finding a lot of common ground. Within a short while, I've fallen in love with her almost as much as I've fallen in love with Dawn. She hurts, and I'll use my skills as a wordsmith to reveal a new way of looking at things, and then she'll cry. But often, people who see a truth will be upset because the right words make the problem stand out. Then I will say something from the heart as far as how I feel about her or how she should be treated better, and she will give me that gorgeous smile and her steel-blue eyes will light up.
We've pretty much packed, and we've taken pictures. This hurts. I'm going to miss them so much. Soon after starting this paragraph, we've decided that we have to get them moving.
They're on their way back up north. As I figured, I'm hurting. But, I have to remember, there are people in this world who lack the love of one, let alone the endearing bond that comes with the love of two; I have to remember to thank Circumstance and/or Providence for crossing paths with two beautiful souls. I'm going to take a nap. Maybe sleep will abate the pain.
I went to my newspaper meeting this afternoon, then I wanted to find Kitten and talk to her about how I feel. I heard from Dawn and Stacy three times since they left. I'm curled up, but not covered, with the purple fleece blanket that Stacy used to wrap herself up in when she got up to have a smoke and a drink this morning. Needless to say, I've fallen hard. Dawn was hoping we all would, because she said she wanted a woman, too. I just heard from them. They just passed back into Michigan and we said our "I love you"s. Dawn said she felt her IQ go back up 10 points (she's not a fan of the pseudo-hillbilly culture with which Indiana has become synonymous).
On my way back from school, I was listening to VNV Nation's 'Burning Empires.' Knowing that neither of the women I love have good homelives--Stacy's being worse, and knowing that I would have to say goodbye to them in a few short hours, combined with the beauty and lyrical power of the music, I felt a cascade of emotion wanting to overwhelm me. Being a deist, I felt close to having a religious experience. The walk home felt exponentially longer as my logical side creaked and strained to hold it back. Mentally, I felt like the "Little Dutch Boy" holding his finger in the dam. I got home, and I saw Stacy gathering her things, and I quickly walked up to her and held her close. With tears streaming, I kissed her (the combination of booze and cigarettes never tasted sweeter), and said that one day we might have a place. I know that she's afraid of changing her current situation, so I held her while reciting "At first light, lay proud foundations. Sense the greatness that before you unfolds. Seek no more for hollow answers--answers that lay within you all along. Farewell to dawns seen through saddened eyes. Farewell to pasts, to sorrows chained. Forget your fears, and want no more. You will be strong, and want no more. You'll be adored, you will have everything. You will be strong and want no more. Forget your fears. You will have everything. And want no more." She pulled back and kissed me again. And we acknowledged that we'd miss each other because of the distance. Vladimir Mayakovsky came to mind, and I said "Neither quarrels nor miles can wash away love. It has been tested, checked. Solemnly raising indexed lined verse, I swear I love. Immutably, truly." That was meant for both of them to hear.
My sinuses have been acting up and the dander's been suffocating me. Everyone at the party kept asking me about it. And this morning, while just laying still, Dawn and Stacy were really concerned; the latter thinking it was her smoking. I just had another coughing jag. I think I'm going to take my inhaler, relax, and play some WoW or PS3.
It was a good visit, and I know that Dawn and Stacy are reading this at some point tonight or tomorrow. With that in mind, I'd like to say I love and adore you both, and I look forward to seeing you more in the future. <3 <3 Two hearts for my two beauties!
The girl from the office came to get Trakl yesterday. I need to get my breathing environment in order, and Stacy's also allergic to cats. I didn't think that I was until my doctor said I was, and I realized that the last time I ended up in the hospital was when my roommates had two cats, and my breathing got worse when I hung out with a friend who had a few cats.
It was a little stressful getting the party together yesterday, but it ended up being good. I tried to go get a friend, but I couldn't find the way to get to her, and no one was around to give me directions. I can never find Cannonball Bridge without someone telling me where it is. The Brujah, Jordon, showed up just as Stacy and I were getting into the shower (A make-out session with water cascading over us? Don't mind if I do!). He seemed curious when he found out what was happening. I couldn't help myself, and I said "I'm Sheenin' it!"
No one else answered the party invitation. At least there's still a shit-ton of bean-dip, Doritos, meatballs (5-generation long authentic-Italian recipe), and cake left. Not to mention Kalua, Creme de Cocao, and Clear Spring (not used for cooking) left. I drank just a little bit earlier in the day, so I could sleep it off with a nap, since I couldn't get my birthday night off.
It's early Wednesday morning. I was going to just write this blog and publish it in a few hours, but I think I'll do another extended one that will talk about the next two days as they unfold. I'm at work, and the usual weekday morning routine is in full swing. I'll get off of here, and write more after class and a nap with my snuggle partners.
I didn't get the chance to blog more before this late afternoon. I've been... um... busy. That's all I'll say about that. iUsa la imaginacion! I lost track of time; I'm supposed to be in a meeting at school, but I just woke up. Shit... I just realized, I told some people in my guild I'd be on WoW today. Due to the fact that I had to work on my birthday, I decided to break my celebration in half, and celebrate more today. I probably won't drink after this next drink. Tomorrow, on my scheduled day off, I'm going to sit alone and contemplate being 35 with the rest of the Clear Spring and the PS3.
I just took a nap, and I feel refreshed. I feel like I just have three hours to be with these two people I love, because I have to work tonight, and tomorrow will be spent helping them pack before they go back up north. This hurts, because I know I'm going to miss them so fucking much. I never thought that I would be involved in a polyamorous relationship, let alone an interstate one; the heartache caused by the absence will be doubled. But despite that, I don't think I'd ever want to let either of these two go. I love Dawn's warmth of spirit, feeling of acceptance and belonging she gives me, vibrant pallor in the dim light, and nice soft feel when I hold her. And I love this radiant smile that Stacy gets when she looks at me when we interact closely--our noses just an inch apart, her steel-blue eyes looking at me lovingly, her deep voice and east-coast accent that send chills up my spine, and even the taste of cigarettes on her breath when we passionately kiss. They need to come back soon. Very soon.
I'm at work, and I am bored. I forgot about blogging until just now. Stacy reads it as I'm writing it, and she loves it. She says I'm a good writer. I'm going to miss her so much, but not more or less than Dawn. I just know it will be a little more difficult for Stacy to visit, since she doesn't live just one state away, like Dawn does. As soon as I get home, we plan on turning our phones off and spending time together, just us. They don't argue with people back at their respective homes, and I don't try to obsessively coordinate and confirm all the other events, like work and school. Basically, the rule will be that we don't talk to people who are not physically with us. We'll make that time count. In a few minutes, it will be time to get the house moving this morning, so I'll have to blog more later.
This morning has been going very well. Stacy and I , being two souls that hurt, have been talking and finding a lot of common ground. Within a short while, I've fallen in love with her almost as much as I've fallen in love with Dawn. She hurts, and I'll use my skills as a wordsmith to reveal a new way of looking at things, and then she'll cry. But often, people who see a truth will be upset because the right words make the problem stand out. Then I will say something from the heart as far as how I feel about her or how she should be treated better, and she will give me that gorgeous smile and her steel-blue eyes will light up.
We've pretty much packed, and we've taken pictures. This hurts. I'm going to miss them so much. Soon after starting this paragraph, we've decided that we have to get them moving.
They're on their way back up north. As I figured, I'm hurting. But, I have to remember, there are people in this world who lack the love of one, let alone the endearing bond that comes with the love of two; I have to remember to thank Circumstance and/or Providence for crossing paths with two beautiful souls. I'm going to take a nap. Maybe sleep will abate the pain.
I went to my newspaper meeting this afternoon, then I wanted to find Kitten and talk to her about how I feel. I heard from Dawn and Stacy three times since they left. I'm curled up, but not covered, with the purple fleece blanket that Stacy used to wrap herself up in when she got up to have a smoke and a drink this morning. Needless to say, I've fallen hard. Dawn was hoping we all would, because she said she wanted a woman, too. I just heard from them. They just passed back into Michigan and we said our "I love you"s. Dawn said she felt her IQ go back up 10 points (she's not a fan of the pseudo-hillbilly culture with which Indiana has become synonymous).
On my way back from school, I was listening to VNV Nation's 'Burning Empires.' Knowing that neither of the women I love have good homelives--Stacy's being worse, and knowing that I would have to say goodbye to them in a few short hours, combined with the beauty and lyrical power of the music, I felt a cascade of emotion wanting to overwhelm me. Being a deist, I felt close to having a religious experience. The walk home felt exponentially longer as my logical side creaked and strained to hold it back. Mentally, I felt like the "Little Dutch Boy" holding his finger in the dam. I got home, and I saw Stacy gathering her things, and I quickly walked up to her and held her close. With tears streaming, I kissed her (the combination of booze and cigarettes never tasted sweeter), and said that one day we might have a place. I know that she's afraid of changing her current situation, so I held her while reciting "At first light, lay proud foundations. Sense the greatness that before you unfolds. Seek no more for hollow answers--answers that lay within you all along. Farewell to dawns seen through saddened eyes. Farewell to pasts, to sorrows chained. Forget your fears, and want no more. You will be strong, and want no more. You'll be adored, you will have everything. You will be strong and want no more. Forget your fears. You will have everything. And want no more." She pulled back and kissed me again. And we acknowledged that we'd miss each other because of the distance. Vladimir Mayakovsky came to mind, and I said "Neither quarrels nor miles can wash away love. It has been tested, checked. Solemnly raising indexed lined verse, I swear I love. Immutably, truly." That was meant for both of them to hear.
My sinuses have been acting up and the dander's been suffocating me. Everyone at the party kept asking me about it. And this morning, while just laying still, Dawn and Stacy were really concerned; the latter thinking it was her smoking. I just had another coughing jag. I think I'm going to take my inhaler, relax, and play some WoW or PS3.
It was a good visit, and I know that Dawn and Stacy are reading this at some point tonight or tomorrow. With that in mind, I'd like to say I love and adore you both, and I look forward to seeing you more in the future. <3 <3 Two hearts for my two beauties!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Countdown to tomorrow night.
It's Saturday, and I'm on the phone with Dawn while on WoW. She's got me on hold right now because Stacy called. Stacy got a late start because of some technical difficulties.
I played WoW a little bit ago with my main character, and I leveled up one entire level due to dungeon crawling. First was the Lower Bog, then the Mana Tomb. I raised 16 gold and got a companion, too; and it all happened in the matter of an hour and a half. Simply questing isn't doing much to make me gain levels anymore. 10000 XP used to mean something; now, it's just a drop in a bucket.
I'm taking a small WoW-break to talk to people on Facebook. I was going to look for some information that I needed, but I forgot I had that page open. Stacy's still on her way, and Dawn's cleaning up. Everything is in motion.
Nowadays, since I'm more mobile and I've discovered more portals, I'm in and out of the Outlands and all over Azeroth. I can be almost anyplace anytime on that game, except for Northrend. All I have to do is say "Fuck it! I need a change of scenery!" and I'm there. I have the info I need, so it's back to the game I go. The game... damn...
O.K., it's 8:50, and I didn't know I'd be as tired as I am now. I will take a short nap, then get ready for work.
I just woke up, and I'm getting ready for work. I am still hungry; didn't eat much, so I'm looking for something to bring with me to cook. Dawn called, and she said that Stacy's in Toledo, Ohio - a few hours away from her. Soon, I'll get good news. I am going to have some tea before I do anything else; fucking thirsty. I put on my "Rarities" compilation I put together by Soundgarden. I really listened to "Black Rain" for the first time, and it sounds like their mid-career work, especially Thayil's guitar, like around the time they made 'Louder Than Love'. I realized what I love about "grunge-era" rock music, other than the fact that it was the time when I first started exploring rock-n-roll. It was a grass-roots alternative revolution, like punk was. Only later did it get such a huge commercial push. Like, everyone knew the song "Black Hole Sun," but the Garden had three albums and a plethora of EPs before that. I will admit, though, I liked "Rusty Cage," and "Black Hole Sun" was the song that made me think "Yeah, I got to get into these guys." Anyway, it's time for me to get in gear.
So, I'm here on another slow night. At least I have some things to do to fill the time - dishes, bathroom. And I have a column to write for the school paper. For Halloween, I will write a column about Screamin' Jay Hawkins, the original shock rocker. Also, I will write about something we've read in World Literature I.
Dawn just got a call. Stacy was passing through Ypsilanti (Iggy Pop's hometown).
And I can always do campaign notes for D&D. I want to work more on my Nordic campaign. I have this epic sorcerer lich, of white dragon heritage, who wields death and cold magic, is also a cleric of Falazure, whose followers are known as the Bleak Horde, and there are various factions therein, like the Legion of the Icy Dead, and various tribes of humans, orcs, ogres, and goblinoids. I want to make it so that a group of adventurers could begin at 1st level, dealing with low-level lackeys, and end up in epic levels, all within the same region of the campaign world.
I'm making a late dinner here, chicken soup. I like chicken, because it's such a versatile meat. I can make chili with it, put it in soup, make it with rice in various ways, or just have it plain. Dawn just got another call from Stacy.
I just read something about "Black Rain." It was recorded during the 'Badmotorfinger' sessions (I was a year off in my estimate), but it was reworked last year with equipment they didn't have 20 years ago.
Dawn just called. Stacy got lost while getting gas. We're both worried, because she's driving such a long distance to get from where she lives to where Dawn lives. I have such a headache right now, but turning down the brightness of the moniter worked wonders. It's almost 4, and we're still waiting for Stacy. The headache's subsiding.
It's 4:30, and Stacy's made it safely there. I'm going to do some homework and later, the end-of-shift paperwork.
I wrote my column and wrote a journal entry for World Lit I, and the paperwork for my shift is done. Now it's just a waiting game with my relief staff. I'm beat-tired and I want to go to sleep ASAP. Absolutely no WoW for me today, until I get home after my second shift. But then again, Dawn and Stacy should be there, and I want to be social. I need to be held and loved-on, anyway. I think can hear my relief staff now. Yep...
I'm home, I'm tired, and I'm going to keep my computer open and let some Youtube downloads do their thing while I sleep. Fucking drunk assholes outside are pissing me off. Every few seconds it's "Wooo!"
I just got up a little before 2, and that rat-bastard hillbilly piece of shit's still at it. Or at it again. Doesn't matter; he's still inconsiderate. I honestly wouldn't mind if his drunk ass stumbled out into the busy street. Like Bill Hicks said: "He's an idiot! He's dead. Good! We lost a moron? Fucking celebrate. There's one less moron in the world." I have to get ready for work, and for tonight.
I just talked to Dawn, and Stacy said hi. They're still in Michigan, but just one county on the other side of the state line. They plan on stopping for something to eat and gas. The way I see it, there's a good chance that I will be off work by the time they get here.
I'm at work, looking over some new things that I got. Pizza's on the menu for tonight. Since I've gotten compliments on my cooking, I would like to try more exotic dishes sometime. For instance, I wish I knew how to make Chinese (lo mein and chicken), Japanese (rice noodles and teriyaki fish), and Indian (dhal and tandoori chicken, but we need place to buy nan); but I don't know how it would go over with with the residents, since many might not have the chance to expand their pallates.
Looking over my latest shopping, I now have the entire series of "The Red Star," which is set in a "mythic Soviet Russia," as the creater, Christian Gosset, describes it. It is based on Russian folklore and military history, and reminiscent of post WW2, mixed with high technology and sorcery.
I also ordered the discography of Tor Lundvall. One of the albums also features Tony Wakeford, of Sol Invictus. Hooray for folk noir! Speaking of which, I have been looking everywhere for more Hagalaz' Runedance; I only have three of six albums.
It's now 6:08, and Dawn uploaded a pic to her Facebook. They've crossed the state line. I texted, and they called for directions.
As of 8:00, they're in Morocco (not the country, they didn't stumble into a portal). That's three and a half hours from here. I did the main duties here at work, and there's just a couple hours left. Right now, I'm shopping for some CDs by Nebelhexe, another Andrea Haugen project. I should be able to pay for them on Friday. It's after 9, and they're almost in Terre Haute. That's 45 minutes to an hour. Now the countdown is driven more by excitement and less by worry at this point.
Something weird just happened. I got a phantom taste in my mouth. Tasted like bubblegum, then went away. I haven't chewed any since I can't remember. I'm looking it up right now, but I'm not getting any information about it.
While searching for "phantom taste" in Yahoo, I just listened to some Nebelhexe on Youtube; it's good goth rock. I'm always in the mood to listen to it all year round, but the desire is stronger this time of year. My ringtone is Tina Root of Switchblade Symphony, singing that line from the song "Witches," "Your dreams are filled with blood and gore; now they're right outside your door; they're gonna get you!" It kicks ass, because she sounds so cutesy and innocent if you just hear her voice, but the words sound horrific.
Less than an hour to go, and Jordon's showing me his Halloween costume with cellphone pics. He's going to be a Brujah kindred. I wish I had the resources to go as the Malkavian on the clanbook cover.
Twenty minutes left, and they're just passing Wabash Correctional. My paperwork is done, and all there is to do is wait.
Relief staff is here!
I played WoW a little bit ago with my main character, and I leveled up one entire level due to dungeon crawling. First was the Lower Bog, then the Mana Tomb. I raised 16 gold and got a companion, too; and it all happened in the matter of an hour and a half. Simply questing isn't doing much to make me gain levels anymore. 10000 XP used to mean something; now, it's just a drop in a bucket.
I'm taking a small WoW-break to talk to people on Facebook. I was going to look for some information that I needed, but I forgot I had that page open. Stacy's still on her way, and Dawn's cleaning up. Everything is in motion.
Nowadays, since I'm more mobile and I've discovered more portals, I'm in and out of the Outlands and all over Azeroth. I can be almost anyplace anytime on that game, except for Northrend. All I have to do is say "Fuck it! I need a change of scenery!" and I'm there. I have the info I need, so it's back to the game I go. The game... damn...
O.K., it's 8:50, and I didn't know I'd be as tired as I am now. I will take a short nap, then get ready for work.
I just woke up, and I'm getting ready for work. I am still hungry; didn't eat much, so I'm looking for something to bring with me to cook. Dawn called, and she said that Stacy's in Toledo, Ohio - a few hours away from her. Soon, I'll get good news. I am going to have some tea before I do anything else; fucking thirsty. I put on my "Rarities" compilation I put together by Soundgarden. I really listened to "Black Rain" for the first time, and it sounds like their mid-career work, especially Thayil's guitar, like around the time they made 'Louder Than Love'. I realized what I love about "grunge-era" rock music, other than the fact that it was the time when I first started exploring rock-n-roll. It was a grass-roots alternative revolution, like punk was. Only later did it get such a huge commercial push. Like, everyone knew the song "Black Hole Sun," but the Garden had three albums and a plethora of EPs before that. I will admit, though, I liked "Rusty Cage," and "Black Hole Sun" was the song that made me think "Yeah, I got to get into these guys." Anyway, it's time for me to get in gear.
So, I'm here on another slow night. At least I have some things to do to fill the time - dishes, bathroom. And I have a column to write for the school paper. For Halloween, I will write a column about Screamin' Jay Hawkins, the original shock rocker. Also, I will write about something we've read in World Literature I.
Dawn just got a call. Stacy was passing through Ypsilanti (Iggy Pop's hometown).
And I can always do campaign notes for D&D. I want to work more on my Nordic campaign. I have this epic sorcerer lich, of white dragon heritage, who wields death and cold magic, is also a cleric of Falazure, whose followers are known as the Bleak Horde, and there are various factions therein, like the Legion of the Icy Dead, and various tribes of humans, orcs, ogres, and goblinoids. I want to make it so that a group of adventurers could begin at 1st level, dealing with low-level lackeys, and end up in epic levels, all within the same region of the campaign world.
I'm making a late dinner here, chicken soup. I like chicken, because it's such a versatile meat. I can make chili with it, put it in soup, make it with rice in various ways, or just have it plain. Dawn just got another call from Stacy.
I just read something about "Black Rain." It was recorded during the 'Badmotorfinger' sessions (I was a year off in my estimate), but it was reworked last year with equipment they didn't have 20 years ago.
Dawn just called. Stacy got lost while getting gas. We're both worried, because she's driving such a long distance to get from where she lives to where Dawn lives. I have such a headache right now, but turning down the brightness of the moniter worked wonders. It's almost 4, and we're still waiting for Stacy. The headache's subsiding.
It's 4:30, and Stacy's made it safely there. I'm going to do some homework and later, the end-of-shift paperwork.
I wrote my column and wrote a journal entry for World Lit I, and the paperwork for my shift is done. Now it's just a waiting game with my relief staff. I'm beat-tired and I want to go to sleep ASAP. Absolutely no WoW for me today, until I get home after my second shift. But then again, Dawn and Stacy should be there, and I want to be social. I need to be held and loved-on, anyway. I think can hear my relief staff now. Yep...
I'm home, I'm tired, and I'm going to keep my computer open and let some Youtube downloads do their thing while I sleep. Fucking drunk assholes outside are pissing me off. Every few seconds it's "Wooo!"
I just got up a little before 2, and that rat-bastard hillbilly piece of shit's still at it. Or at it again. Doesn't matter; he's still inconsiderate. I honestly wouldn't mind if his drunk ass stumbled out into the busy street. Like Bill Hicks said: "He's an idiot! He's dead. Good! We lost a moron? Fucking celebrate. There's one less moron in the world." I have to get ready for work, and for tonight.
I just talked to Dawn, and Stacy said hi. They're still in Michigan, but just one county on the other side of the state line. They plan on stopping for something to eat and gas. The way I see it, there's a good chance that I will be off work by the time they get here.
I'm at work, looking over some new things that I got. Pizza's on the menu for tonight. Since I've gotten compliments on my cooking, I would like to try more exotic dishes sometime. For instance, I wish I knew how to make Chinese (lo mein and chicken), Japanese (rice noodles and teriyaki fish), and Indian (dhal and tandoori chicken, but we need place to buy nan); but I don't know how it would go over with with the residents, since many might not have the chance to expand their pallates.
Looking over my latest shopping, I now have the entire series of "The Red Star," which is set in a "mythic Soviet Russia," as the creater, Christian Gosset, describes it. It is based on Russian folklore and military history, and reminiscent of post WW2, mixed with high technology and sorcery.
I also ordered the discography of Tor Lundvall. One of the albums also features Tony Wakeford, of Sol Invictus. Hooray for folk noir! Speaking of which, I have been looking everywhere for more Hagalaz' Runedance; I only have three of six albums.
It's now 6:08, and Dawn uploaded a pic to her Facebook. They've crossed the state line. I texted, and they called for directions.
As of 8:00, they're in Morocco (not the country, they didn't stumble into a portal). That's three and a half hours from here. I did the main duties here at work, and there's just a couple hours left. Right now, I'm shopping for some CDs by Nebelhexe, another Andrea Haugen project. I should be able to pay for them on Friday. It's after 9, and they're almost in Terre Haute. That's 45 minutes to an hour. Now the countdown is driven more by excitement and less by worry at this point.
Something weird just happened. I got a phantom taste in my mouth. Tasted like bubblegum, then went away. I haven't chewed any since I can't remember. I'm looking it up right now, but I'm not getting any information about it.
While searching for "phantom taste" in Yahoo, I just listened to some Nebelhexe on Youtube; it's good goth rock. I'm always in the mood to listen to it all year round, but the desire is stronger this time of year. My ringtone is Tina Root of Switchblade Symphony, singing that line from the song "Witches," "Your dreams are filled with blood and gore; now they're right outside your door; they're gonna get you!" It kicks ass, because she sounds so cutesy and innocent if you just hear her voice, but the words sound horrific.
Less than an hour to go, and Jordon's showing me his Halloween costume with cellphone pics. He's going to be a Brujah kindred. I wish I had the resources to go as the Malkavian on the clanbook cover.
Twenty minutes left, and they're just passing Wabash Correctional. My paperwork is done, and all there is to do is wait.
Relief staff is here!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Work, school, and geek news over a day.
I went to a meeting yesterday at work. After the meeting, I was given compliments on my work. In addition, I was given a compliment about my cooking when I work in the home in the afternoons. That boosted my confidence. The only disappointing news is that I have to work on Thanksgiving. However, I will be working a double shift on the holiday. I had plans to go to Indianapolis, but I will have to do that on Christmas, because my friends up there celebrate for two weeks. Work can schedule me on Christmas all they want. That's one of the perks of being a deist (or an atheist or agnostic, for that matter): you don't get as butthurt when you have to work on religious holidays.
I found out the main reason why my midterm grades aren't where I'd like them to be. Well, for one thing, I didn't expect to get A's and B's, because being sick and injured has taken a toll on my attendance. But I also found that with missing school comes missing information that I should have gotten while in school, like discussion board postings and journal assignments for World Literature I. In that class, though, I got a C on my midterm paper and the test. In fact, I was told today that I am one of the few that got a passing grade on the exam. Speaking of exams, I am about to take my Communications Law exam. My day has been crammed with notes and school. I even briefly got on World of Warcraft, just to tell my guild that I would probably be out for the rest of the day. Text time. I will write more after, but I will keep this blog open.
I believe I may have kicked ass on it. Two essay questions, and I told the teacher how it is. In the first, I defined and gave courtcase examples of, the difference between negligence and malice, when it comes to libel. In the second, when asked what would protect people when they submit their work to publishing companies, since there is no copyright law regarding ideas. I said that people should always enter a contract with that company; that way, when their ideas are stolen, they could sue over breech of contract. BAM! Win! I'm getting a headache and I'm hungry. I'm heading home for some spaghetti and a nap. I'm keeping the blog open, though.
I'm back home relaxing while the 'sghetti's cooking. This gout flare is finally subsiding, and just in time, too. My right foot's now hurting from the strain of limping around. Trakl keeps trying to lay at my feet, too. It wouldn't be so bad, but he's a big cat, and he doesn't just gently lay down, he flops. I want to play WoW, but I know that I will lose track of time, and I don't want to be late oversleeping.
Speaking of WoW, my main character, the night-elf assassination/subtly rogue, finally got the flightmaster's license, and can fly anywhere now. That makes me has happyface! I just remembered, I need to get poisons. Those make me so effective against multiple targets. I just fight someone until they run, then the poison finishes them off while I'm onto the next poor sap. Oh, yeah! New expansion announced! Mists of Pandaria! It's Oriental-flavored! YEY! New race - pandaren, new class - monk, new level cap - 90, and a new continent - Pandaria. I'm hungry and need to rest for work. I'm going to finish cooking, then I'm going to nap. I'm thinking of keeping this blog open for the day, maybe even at work.
I just woke up to a coughing jag. This bronchitis shit better not be coming back. Dawn's coming down in a few days, and she's bringing a friend, and I want to be at some semblance of healthy. We're on the phone and talking smack. She says she's going to whip my ass when she gets here. I'm looking over what I can about Mists of Pandaria, and the only thing that I'm not too keen on is the revamping of talent trees. I don't know if this means that my rogue will have to be revamped or what, because I love what I can do with him right now. Also, I just learned that some giant island-turtle is involved. Tomorrow, after work, I'm going to use the Dungeon Finder, because I need to rack up some gold. Shit, I have to get going.
I made it on time. The house is quiet; most chores are done. Nights on the weekends are often boring. On my way here, I listened to Clutch, and I am convinced that Tim Sult is a guitar virtuoso bad-ass. Speaking of music, I love the fall in an old town like Vincennes. While walking to school and walking around to take fall pictures, I've been in the mood to listen to gothic rock, like Sisters of Mercy, Switchblade Symphony, and Inkubus/Sukkubus. Despite the fact that my appreciation of music transcends language barriers, borders, and time, deep down I have an abiding love for the gothic asthetic; I guess I'm a goth at heart, even if I don't look the part. I'd like to one day try to walk around older cities in the fall, like Salem, Mass. or Providence, R.I., where H.P. Lovecraft was buried.
I'm talking to Dawn right now. I miss her and she misses me. We're also looking forward to seeing our friend, Stacy (alias). I've seen Stacy's pics, and I think she's adorable. That's the beauty of to bi-sexuals dating; they both check out people of both sexes. Come Sunday night, I might have TWO snuggle-partners! YEY!
I just got off the phone with Dawn, and I'm going to do some notes for my World Literature I class. We have to write a little bit about everything we're reading. We've been reading a bit about the Bible; and when it comes to religion, I like to look at it through a rational deist's perspective, so that's how I will write. I got compliments from my professor about the subject matter of my midterm paper, although it wasn't cited well. I compared and contrasted the flood in the Epic of Gilgamesh with that in Genesis. But, in addition, I also offered an explanation as to why so many cultures worldwide have flood stories. Some of which are from island cultures, like the Maori; but none of the landlocked cultures who have flood stories lived in the southern hemisphere. I came to the conclusion that, during the last Ice Age, the first tribes settled in the areas from where the water receded when it froze. When the Ice Age thawed, those lands would have flooded.
Before I do the writing for Dante, I'm going to start playing some "Dante's Inferno." I've talked a little bit with my professor about how, as a gamer, I can relate to much of the mythical and legendary works we're reading, since they have inspired the games I play; I will write much from a gamer's perspective, too. I'll blog more after I write a little bit.
I did an assignment and a few chores. Now there's nothing to do but blog and listen to reruns on the TV. I'm happy to say that I had little to no limping. I still have that cramp in my right foot. I'm getting geared up for Dawn and Stacy's visit. I'm thinking of doing another day-long blog leading up to them getting here. I guess I'm making up for lost time not blogging. As a budding jounalist/writer who wants to enjoy life more, I need to blog. Stacy should be in Michigan by this evening, and they're leaving for Indiana at 12 or so tomorrow. I have to do some paperwork now. And I'm going to wrap up this blog, since I will be sleeping as soon as I get home. No WoW until I wake up.
I found out the main reason why my midterm grades aren't where I'd like them to be. Well, for one thing, I didn't expect to get A's and B's, because being sick and injured has taken a toll on my attendance. But I also found that with missing school comes missing information that I should have gotten while in school, like discussion board postings and journal assignments for World Literature I. In that class, though, I got a C on my midterm paper and the test. In fact, I was told today that I am one of the few that got a passing grade on the exam. Speaking of exams, I am about to take my Communications Law exam. My day has been crammed with notes and school. I even briefly got on World of Warcraft, just to tell my guild that I would probably be out for the rest of the day. Text time. I will write more after, but I will keep this blog open.
I believe I may have kicked ass on it. Two essay questions, and I told the teacher how it is. In the first, I defined and gave courtcase examples of, the difference between negligence and malice, when it comes to libel. In the second, when asked what would protect people when they submit their work to publishing companies, since there is no copyright law regarding ideas. I said that people should always enter a contract with that company; that way, when their ideas are stolen, they could sue over breech of contract. BAM! Win! I'm getting a headache and I'm hungry. I'm heading home for some spaghetti and a nap. I'm keeping the blog open, though.
I'm back home relaxing while the 'sghetti's cooking. This gout flare is finally subsiding, and just in time, too. My right foot's now hurting from the strain of limping around. Trakl keeps trying to lay at my feet, too. It wouldn't be so bad, but he's a big cat, and he doesn't just gently lay down, he flops. I want to play WoW, but I know that I will lose track of time, and I don't want to be late oversleeping.
Speaking of WoW, my main character, the night-elf assassination/subtly rogue, finally got the flightmaster's license, and can fly anywhere now. That makes me has happyface! I just remembered, I need to get poisons. Those make me so effective against multiple targets. I just fight someone until they run, then the poison finishes them off while I'm onto the next poor sap. Oh, yeah! New expansion announced! Mists of Pandaria! It's Oriental-flavored! YEY! New race - pandaren, new class - monk, new level cap - 90, and a new continent - Pandaria. I'm hungry and need to rest for work. I'm going to finish cooking, then I'm going to nap. I'm thinking of keeping this blog open for the day, maybe even at work.
I just woke up to a coughing jag. This bronchitis shit better not be coming back. Dawn's coming down in a few days, and she's bringing a friend, and I want to be at some semblance of healthy. We're on the phone and talking smack. She says she's going to whip my ass when she gets here. I'm looking over what I can about Mists of Pandaria, and the only thing that I'm not too keen on is the revamping of talent trees. I don't know if this means that my rogue will have to be revamped or what, because I love what I can do with him right now. Also, I just learned that some giant island-turtle is involved. Tomorrow, after work, I'm going to use the Dungeon Finder, because I need to rack up some gold. Shit, I have to get going.
I made it on time. The house is quiet; most chores are done. Nights on the weekends are often boring. On my way here, I listened to Clutch, and I am convinced that Tim Sult is a guitar virtuoso bad-ass. Speaking of music, I love the fall in an old town like Vincennes. While walking to school and walking around to take fall pictures, I've been in the mood to listen to gothic rock, like Sisters of Mercy, Switchblade Symphony, and Inkubus/Sukkubus. Despite the fact that my appreciation of music transcends language barriers, borders, and time, deep down I have an abiding love for the gothic asthetic; I guess I'm a goth at heart, even if I don't look the part. I'd like to one day try to walk around older cities in the fall, like Salem, Mass. or Providence, R.I., where H.P. Lovecraft was buried.
I'm talking to Dawn right now. I miss her and she misses me. We're also looking forward to seeing our friend, Stacy (alias). I've seen Stacy's pics, and I think she's adorable. That's the beauty of to bi-sexuals dating; they both check out people of both sexes. Come Sunday night, I might have TWO snuggle-partners! YEY!
I just got off the phone with Dawn, and I'm going to do some notes for my World Literature I class. We have to write a little bit about everything we're reading. We've been reading a bit about the Bible; and when it comes to religion, I like to look at it through a rational deist's perspective, so that's how I will write. I got compliments from my professor about the subject matter of my midterm paper, although it wasn't cited well. I compared and contrasted the flood in the Epic of Gilgamesh with that in Genesis. But, in addition, I also offered an explanation as to why so many cultures worldwide have flood stories. Some of which are from island cultures, like the Maori; but none of the landlocked cultures who have flood stories lived in the southern hemisphere. I came to the conclusion that, during the last Ice Age, the first tribes settled in the areas from where the water receded when it froze. When the Ice Age thawed, those lands would have flooded.
Before I do the writing for Dante, I'm going to start playing some "Dante's Inferno." I've talked a little bit with my professor about how, as a gamer, I can relate to much of the mythical and legendary works we're reading, since they have inspired the games I play; I will write much from a gamer's perspective, too. I'll blog more after I write a little bit.
I did an assignment and a few chores. Now there's nothing to do but blog and listen to reruns on the TV. I'm happy to say that I had little to no limping. I still have that cramp in my right foot. I'm getting geared up for Dawn and Stacy's visit. I'm thinking of doing another day-long blog leading up to them getting here. I guess I'm making up for lost time not blogging. As a budding jounalist/writer who wants to enjoy life more, I need to blog. Stacy should be in Michigan by this evening, and they're leaving for Indiana at 12 or so tomorrow. I have to do some paperwork now. And I'm going to wrap up this blog, since I will be sleeping as soon as I get home. No WoW until I wake up.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
First blog in a while.
A lot has happened since I blogged last. I moved into a much more comfortable, more claustrophobic-friendly apartment. I'm renting in a newly-acquired apartment building from my old landlady, and I love it. The people that moved out above me (just before I moved in) left two cats behind, and I started fostering them when I moved in. The female I named Rasputina, the male I named Trakl. But my doctor made the connection between my breathing problems (I've been having them lately) and cats around. I had two roommates a year and a half ago, and they had cats. That was the last time I went into the hospital for asthma. I've gotten rid of Rasputina, and Trakl is soon to follow.
I'm fed up with health problems. Mental health/depression plagued me early last year, as it always does between January and March. And allergies/bronchitis is fucking with me now. In addition, I'm getting through gout.
Another change that's happened is in my personal relationships. I lost touch with most people from high school, but thanks to Facebook, I reconnected with Dawn (alias). I started talking to her around the time that I blogged last.
Soon after reconnecting with Dawn, my doll and I had a falling out. I hadn't heard much from her in over a month and a half. I'm not going to say what all went into it, but suffice it to say, I am glad that I am such a political junkie, because I have become a better bullshit detector that I'd otherwise might be.
During the time soon after I lost touch with Tiffany, while I was going through a transition period from the old place to the new, Dawn and I developed a romantic relationship. She's come to visit three times now. I've fallen for her, and we've established roles. When it comes to the romantic aspects, she is my mistress, and I'm her sub; and I love it!
Also, during the time since I blogged last, I found the word that defines what Tiffany and I have had: "flirtationship." It's considered what you have when it's closer than just a friendship, but it's not quite a relationship. Recently, I noticed that I've gotten a few Facebook app requests from her. I was thinking of ignoring them and not sending any in return, because I was upset with what had gone on, but Dawn said that she wanted me to return the requests in kind. I said "You know that what we had is referred to as a flirtationship, right? We were more than 'just buds.'" She said "I understand, but it's fine with me." Dawn said that she took that stance because she saw my '30 Day Photo Challenge,' and in my 'picture of someone you can't imagine your life without,' I made a collage which included Tiffany. So, Dawn didn't want me to completely shut her out.
I got Dawn to try WoW again. I'm using my 14th-level Drenei mage to adventure with her. I've just been playing since, I think, May so I don't know what it's like to play all year long, but I do know there's many holidays that are in the game, which correspond with real-life events. So far, I've seen the mid-Summer Fire Festival, and I love what they've done for Hallow's End. A player can go into an inn and pull a handful of candy out of a pumpkin, and maybe get polymorphed. This afternoon, after my appointment and she gets chores done, we have a date in Stormwind.
I'm hoping to have a gaming group together around the time of mid-winter. I now have the core rulebook for Pathfinder, and I've decided to make a big change in my D&D world. If players want to play a sorcerer, they will have to use the class feature description from Pathfinder, not D&D Player's Handbook, altough they will still use the spells as normal. The sorcerers for Pathfinder make use of a wide variety of possible bloodlines.
I'm thinking of getting into the newest Magic: The Gathering set, Innistrad. I understand that it has a horror theme. I was thinking that, since they revisted Mirrodin with the last expansion block, they should have another one that revists Ravnica.
In work news, I found out why I had been missing meetings. When we sign into work, we get notifications. We're all supposed to rely on this system for reporting work and getting needed notifications. The problem is that the system is unreliable. I wasn't getting all my notices, and I wasn't the only one. The good news is that I brought this to my boss' attention, and I'm off the hook for missing meetings. I mentioned the fact that whenever I do show up for a meeting is when she has mentioned it to me in passing in a conversation. So, to get around this technical difficulty, I'm just going to call my boss every Monday morning to see if there are any meetings.
Speaking of work, I'm there right now, and I've been writing this blog off and on throughout the night. It's now time to get the day started.
I'm fed up with health problems. Mental health/depression plagued me early last year, as it always does between January and March. And allergies/bronchitis is fucking with me now. In addition, I'm getting through gout.
Another change that's happened is in my personal relationships. I lost touch with most people from high school, but thanks to Facebook, I reconnected with Dawn (alias). I started talking to her around the time that I blogged last.
Soon after reconnecting with Dawn, my doll and I had a falling out. I hadn't heard much from her in over a month and a half. I'm not going to say what all went into it, but suffice it to say, I am glad that I am such a political junkie, because I have become a better bullshit detector that I'd otherwise might be.
During the time soon after I lost touch with Tiffany, while I was going through a transition period from the old place to the new, Dawn and I developed a romantic relationship. She's come to visit three times now. I've fallen for her, and we've established roles. When it comes to the romantic aspects, she is my mistress, and I'm her sub; and I love it!
Also, during the time since I blogged last, I found the word that defines what Tiffany and I have had: "flirtationship." It's considered what you have when it's closer than just a friendship, but it's not quite a relationship. Recently, I noticed that I've gotten a few Facebook app requests from her. I was thinking of ignoring them and not sending any in return, because I was upset with what had gone on, but Dawn said that she wanted me to return the requests in kind. I said "You know that what we had is referred to as a flirtationship, right? We were more than 'just buds.'" She said "I understand, but it's fine with me." Dawn said that she took that stance because she saw my '30 Day Photo Challenge,' and in my 'picture of someone you can't imagine your life without,' I made a collage which included Tiffany. So, Dawn didn't want me to completely shut her out.
I got Dawn to try WoW again. I'm using my 14th-level Drenei mage to adventure with her. I've just been playing since, I think, May so I don't know what it's like to play all year long, but I do know there's many holidays that are in the game, which correspond with real-life events. So far, I've seen the mid-Summer Fire Festival, and I love what they've done for Hallow's End. A player can go into an inn and pull a handful of candy out of a pumpkin, and maybe get polymorphed. This afternoon, after my appointment and she gets chores done, we have a date in Stormwind.
I'm hoping to have a gaming group together around the time of mid-winter. I now have the core rulebook for Pathfinder, and I've decided to make a big change in my D&D world. If players want to play a sorcerer, they will have to use the class feature description from Pathfinder, not D&D Player's Handbook, altough they will still use the spells as normal. The sorcerers for Pathfinder make use of a wide variety of possible bloodlines.
I'm thinking of getting into the newest Magic: The Gathering set, Innistrad. I understand that it has a horror theme. I was thinking that, since they revisted Mirrodin with the last expansion block, they should have another one that revists Ravnica.
In work news, I found out why I had been missing meetings. When we sign into work, we get notifications. We're all supposed to rely on this system for reporting work and getting needed notifications. The problem is that the system is unreliable. I wasn't getting all my notices, and I wasn't the only one. The good news is that I brought this to my boss' attention, and I'm off the hook for missing meetings. I mentioned the fact that whenever I do show up for a meeting is when she has mentioned it to me in passing in a conversation. So, to get around this technical difficulty, I'm just going to call my boss every Monday morning to see if there are any meetings.
Speaking of work, I'm there right now, and I've been writing this blog off and on throughout the night. It's now time to get the day started.
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