while i was on vakay in california, i realized my 7th bloggiversary had arrived...and passed me by unnoticed. the official date is july 14th.

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Jack-in-the-Pulpit

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christian bale possibly arrested and accused of assaulting his mom and sister?

WTF?!?!

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wonder woman animated movie





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music monday - episode ninety.

theme: Queen


Who Wants To Live Forever (Queen Cover) - Sarah Brightman




Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen Cover) - Dwight Yoakam




Killer Queen (Queen Cover) - Travis



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it's almost too late...but you can still catch dr. horrible until midnight tonight.

today's dreamery part 2:

i returned home from a trip. and i was on the phone with my mother and as i was talking to her, i had the distinct impression someone was in danger. i heard a rattlesnake shaking its tail and i warned my mom about it thinking it was at her house. and suddenly i realized there was a rattlesnake on my head. i managed to grab it around the neck and avoid the fangs. and then i noticed there was another rattler, a baby, and i grabbed that one by the neck too.

i somehow drove the few miles to my parents' house, holding the rattlers by the neck in one hand, and i was freaking out the whole time. i didn't want to destroy them, though i knew i would have to, and i didn't want to do it near my cats.

as i got out near my parents' house, there was a new building that involved my work that suddenly appeared. i was suprised and excited to see it near my house and its function. however, i still had rattlers to take care of, so i continued on to my parents' house so they could help me kill the rattlers. and when i got there it ended up that they just watched as i squeezed and smooshed the rattlers so their heads caved in and the venom leaked onto the grass.

i was sick from the act of killing the rattlers that way, and i was just plain grossed out by them. one of the cats somehow moved over towards the venom and i quickly yelled for my mom to get the cats out of there. she did. we disposed of the dead rattlers, but i still felt very wary about them, where they had come from, and the whole experience was giving me anxiety.

then i walked back to the building that had caught my eye to check it out. it was nice and new and fancy and would be very cool to work with the group who ran it. i took a tour and ran into one of my coworkers there. i told my coworker that i lived just like 2 blocks away from the building. we were both excited...but my nerves were still fried from the rattlers.

when i returned i noticed no one had been paying attention to orko who had somehow gotten outside and seemed to have licked the rattler venom. i was furious and totally wigged out. i knew that we would have to get him away from that and test his poop to see if he was ok. so i compared his earlier poop with his poop post-venom. when i saw his post-venom poop, i knew immediately he was ill because it oozed and bubbled in an acidic reaction. i was very upset.

and then i woke up and don't remember anything further.

yuck.


updated 7/20: the rattlesnakes on the head thing has been bugging me for the past few says. guh.

today's dreamery:

i was somewhere, maybe like a boarding school with a big, beautiful green park surrounding it, and i was the new girl on campus. no one really wanted me there. a girl student , and when i say girl, i mean an adult, everyone was an adult but felt young in a way, anyway, this girl was bullying the others. it seemed like everyone had a little bit of magic at their disposal. but i had a lot of magic. i decided to join in the outdoor games with this bully who was also not very receptive of me. so we started tossing a frisbee back and forth, which she seemed excited about.

the frisbee was basically a really sharp tuna can lid. and tossing meant using our magic to push the frisbee back and forth at each other, stopping it just before it got to our body. the bully girl had no idea i had intentions to take her down because it was my first day on campus. but i had been watching everyone and knew what i should do. i had no doubts or second thoughts, or a single worry about my behavior.

so, one time when it was my turn to 'toss the frisbee' back to her, i used my power to speed the sharp tuna lid back at the bully and it firmly lodged itself in the left side of her head. it was all very matter of fact. and she wasn't dead and didn't seem to be that injured either. she merely pulled the tuna can lid out of her head and wiped off the blood. i was no longer interested in the bully, having given her my message, and so i walked off without any guilt or an apology.

i somehow ended up in an outdoor english class. i could see that the class was about to start reading this book i just finished, "in the woods" by tana french. (pretty good book.) and even though i had already read it, i was excited about being in the class and discussing it with others. plus it meant a little less work for me since i had finished it already. so i sat down to join the class.

my welcome at the school was no longer so negative. there were a couple of girls in the class, whom i sat down next to, who were very welcoming of me since they had seen what i did with the bully.

things get a little hazy here. and suddenly i was in another class, making a sweater. i had the entire sleeve done and was trying to attach it to the main part of the sweater. the instructor told me i needed to fray up the ends of the sweater sleeve material so that it would be easier to attach it, so i concentrated on that for quite a bit.

another vague section, but i remember having to carry a giant weapon with a group of people off campus somewhere. it seemed like some of the same people from the boarding school. the weapon was inert, but something happened, an accident, as we were walking through the grass and the weapon became activated. it shot up into the air, and we knew that when it landed there would be a big explosion, but we could not get out of the way fast enough. we all tried to take cover, but it was difficult to move and to try to get others out of the way of the weapon. and we didn't know exactly where it was going to land since it zigzagged around. we were near buildings where people lived and i desperately wanted to get the people out of the houses, but there were only seconds to do something. i felt like it was my fault the weapon was endagering everyone, though i knew it was only an accident that activated it. i remember that my brother-in-law's friend, who just got married, lived in one of those houses.

the weapon caused some damage as it zig-zagged and crashed into things. but i woke up before it really exploded and caused any damage or harm.

within the past few days, i toured 3 californian franciscan missions. and at each mission they had a museum. most of the museums had exerpts of various people's diaries and historical documents. and i thought about just how valuable these documents are and how without them we wouldn't be able to piece together the past as much as we have. it made me start thinking about keeping a more detailed personal journal. not another anonymous or public or online one, but one that chronicles my day to day a little bit more somehow. maybe one that i handwrite in. or maybe not. i already have a family blog and this blog, so i'm partly worried i'll have too many "journals" going that i won't be able to do them all justice and that i'll either have an issue with writing the same thing over and over, or that i will break myself into separate pieces so that one would have to read all three to see the whole picture.

one problem with keeping a personal journal is that every time i've tried to start one before, i've grown uncomfortable with it and destroyed it. perhaps if i made some kind of 1 year commitment to journal at least every other day, and then also made sure not to go back and read it ever... maybe then i could do it and see where i am at a year from now. maybe i should combine it into a dream/writing/personal journal so i wouldn't have so many "personal logs" out there.

i dunno. it's just that history is more and more important to me. especially after never knowing my grandfather or his story. and i guess i kind of want people to know me even after i am gone. and perhaps i want to make sure they hear it straight from myself. though, i would worry that people might read it later and think i was a bitch for all of the unfiltered thoughts and feelings- especially the transitory ones. i'm not always nice internally and people might just interpret my words wrong. on the positive side, i don't live with anyone else anymore, so keeping the journal completely private might be quite a bit easier than ever before. and maybe i shouldn't even worry about what happens to it after i am dead.

i just don't know. tell me what you think, gremlins. do you keep a private journal where you spill your guts? what do you put in this journal? and do you write in it every day? and for those of you who are bloggers too, what do you do differently in your journal compared to your blog? does it seem like there is a huge missing component of my life that i do not blog about and that you wonder about?

at the risk of sharing too much about bodily oozes, my ear was clogged for about a week. and, unfortunately, the otc ear drop regimen i was on did not work to declog said ear though it did soften the wax. and because it is a bad idea to fly on an airplane with a clogged ear, i visited an ear,nose,& throat specialist today whom promptly hoovered my ears of wax.

ouchouchouch.

so now, if anyone wanted to gauge my age via layers of wax, well, my friends, they will not be successful. and i got the lovely recommendation that i should have my ears cleaned of wax professionally every year or two. nice.

i asked about the causes of extra wax and she indicated there really weren't any, but that certain things can trap it in the ear. she seemed to think that my ear canals are just a little narrower than the norm which causes the wax to build up instead of drain itself. i was hoping for something more like, "don't eat kiwi."

i had the best of intentions this morning. i tried to memorize my dreams but i was just too sleepy to do so successfully.

i do remember one where some people that i work with were wearing costumes (animals?) and were protesting something. i remember thinking that they were very much at risk for repercussions from their protest and activism, but that it was a worthy cause. and whatever was going on, i was going to take up the cause and start being more responsible for and in charge of the protest. in fact, i planned on being the leader/boss.

but dammitall. i had such a clear recollection of this dream and then i went back to sleep and could not remember anything else. i also had a second dream after going back to sleep, and with that one, well, i got absolutely nuthin'.

have you checked out joss whedon's 'dr. horrible's sing-along blog' yet? it's only available online and only for a short time. acts 1 and 2 are up, and 3 should be available on saturday.

music monday - episode eighty-nine.

theme: Queen


Another One Bites The Dust (Queen Cover) - Duncan Disorderly




Fat-Bottomed Girls (Queen Cover) - Antigone Rising




Stone Cold Crazy (Queen Cover) - Metallica



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