I do suppose that I should finally read the books... I've never been able to wade through them, I'm sorry to say. But, the movie certainly inspired me to give it another go.

blah, I'm not making much sense... too tired... off to bed.

(Note that I said "feel", okay, not "am".)

The Space Child's Mother Goose - by Frederick Winsor, Marian Parry (Illustrator)
(Note that the list price is $18.95, not $10.95 as it looks like.)
Also, go here to purchase a copy signed by the illustrator. Many many props to The Annals of Improbable Research for pointing this book out to me. Go sign up for their free list. Or better yet, get an actual subscription.

Yes, you should probably be a geek to properly enjoy AIR. :-)

If I were a work of art, I would be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. I am extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, my enigmatic smile has charmed millions. I am a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

For those of you playing at home, my name is Anneliese, pronounced Ah-nah-lee'-zah. I used to get called Mona Lisa a lot. I considered it insulting teasing, until I finally realized that the Mona Lisa is considered a beautiful and unique work of art. :-)

I am Benoit Mandelbrot Holding a Chicken. I redefine tables of pepper with my jocular slices of casino. Elevated plastic toes infuse my intestinal dichotomies with limp inkwells. My forgotten compass is enscribed by master carrots. Which prawns require dough? The Utterly Surreal Test

On a completely unrelated note, I've gotten a ton of hits just from posting the words "horny son slept with mom" below (see Nov. 1 entry you perverts, then you'll see why I typed that at all). I've also gotten a smattering from "plush Cthulu" which kind of scares me. (That's in my archives, btw.) So if I just type a bunch or random dirty words, that should generate even more hits, right? What if I just type "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" like so? Let's see who searches on that. :-)

That's it for now.
Upcoming news: I may be in a legal battle. I don't know for sure yet... depends on who pushes what.
*smewch*

A friend of mine called. She asked me how I was. I told her "I don't know."
I don't. I'm profoundly, suicidally depressed. But I'm not, really. I'm unbelievably upset, pissed off, and angry. But I'm not. I'm frustrated and horny, irritated and desirous. But I'm not. I want more than I've got, so much more, but at the same time, I'm content.
So yeah. I don't know.

      It seems as though, in between writing 'Soul of the Fire' and 'Faith of the Fallen', Mr Goodkind read Ayn Rand's 'The Fountainhead' and that book had a profound influence on him. Personally, I like Ayn Rand's books so the similarites between FotF and them were welcome and since those similarities become obvious very early on, I settled in for what I thought would be a truly awesome book.

      Unfortunately, my expectations weren't met and here are the reasons why: 1) The main story (I'm assuming that to be the defeat of Emperor Jagang) is not advanced in any significant way- FotF just seems to be a setup book for events to come in later books. 2) After six books, Richard still doesn't know the first thing about how to use his War Wizard powers and in fact seems to be losing his swordmaster skills. 3) Kahlan is just annoying at this point. 4) Magic is virtually non-existant in FotF- that would be alright were this a George Martin book but when I open a new Sword of Truth book I'm expecting some awe-inspiring supernatural events to take place. 5) For what seems the hundredth time, Richard is captured and tortured.
      -- by mabro

Yeah. Definitely agree with this person.

What else... finished watching the Oh My Goddess! series. Sweet love story, but I wish I could watch it subbed, not dubbed. The voices all just seem so fake when they're dubbed.
Okay. Now that I've bored everyone... it seems that all the blogs I read (see the right side) are all introspective, thoughtful, and thought-provoking. I, on the other hand, slap up all the crap I've done over the past few days and call it an entry. I think most of my thoughtful essays are incredibly depressing, since that's the mood I'm in, and I don't want to have just another whiny blog. Maybe I do, and I just don't know it. *shrug* Oh well. Hope everyone is having a lovely holiday!

Hey, what's three hundred and twenty dollars? It's only money, right? It's not I like I'll need that money to pay for a $%^&ing wedding, right?

Money is a constant concern in my life. I think I'm going to be much like my stepfather in that large amounts of money that fly gaily out the window are going to give me ulcers.

I'll always want you
I'll always need you
I'll always love you

And I will always miss you -- Poe, Haunted

Went to see Miz Poe with Gina&Brenner at Bogart's last Monday. Lots of fun - Poe gives great concert. :-) We all got free CD's walking out - Pantene Pro-Voice Vol 1. Lots of cool chick bands, including the song Arizona by Hot Honey Magnet and the above mentioned song by Poe. I've listened to those two songs probably over 70 times by now. It doesn't help that both these songs have a mildly depressing tone, and that suits my mood lately.
Work is busy, busy, busy. I see lots of OT in my future, yep yep.
Ooog.. need to clean this mess of a house. If we just had some friggin' bookshelves, our lives would be so much easier.

I. Am. So. Fucking. Selfish.
How do you conquer something like that? How do you train yourself to keep your mouth shut when all these nasty, spiteful, self-serving phrases threaten to spill out? Maybe I need some friggin' Prozac or something.

It's only 11:30, give or take, and my boy is already asleep. This is the man that stays up until 4 am on weekdays about half the time. And me, the weekends are my party time... we had rum and cokes, and natch, I'm wide awake and ready for action. Guess I'll play some Heroes of Might and Magic for a while.

Oh man, Ken Kesey died. No wonder I've been hankerin' to see One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest again.

Ooooh, oooh, we saw Shrek again tonight. I love that movie. Stew likes Monsters, Inc. better, but I think it's a coin toss. :-)

Kitty!

In other news, does anyone know why, whenever you put on weight, it can't go someplace useful? I could use a nice, rounded bottom, or perhaps a slightly enlarged bustline, but nooooooo... instead extra weight all settles on my tummy, hips, and thighs, and I start looking like an overgrown pear. :P

In other news... I went out to Applebee's (affectionately referred to as Building A) after work today. I wasn't even really in the mood to drink, but I was very much in the mood for company. Since Stew works a swing shift, and his work has gotten really hectic and so he's working late hours, and the release date for Jadeclaw is rapidly approaching and so he needs to spend every spare moment working on it, I'm getting really really lonely. I didn't think I would need human companionship as much as I do. I mean, I lived alone for a year down in Louisville, and felt lonely about twice the whole time. I guess it's changed. I hate spending so much time being solitary. *sigh*

Okay. So. Tonight was our work Halloween Party. I wound up drinking far too much for my own good, dancing with my boss's boss, and then going out to dinner with my boss's boss's boss. That's a little high up on the hierarchy scale. Fun, for certain, don't get me wrong; got to hear all kinds of good gossip. :-) Just ... weird. [snip]

Time for a shot of Morgans.

It's not that my glass is empty but I need another cup -- Nelly Furtado, Party

Melodrama's so much fun
In black and white for everyone to see -- Billy Joel, Zanzibar

Both of the lines above sum up my life right now. *sigh*
News:
1) The purse snatcher was caught. (See Oct. 15)
2) My first step-father's mother, Betty, passed away on Friday evening. *gloom*
3) I went to see Greg play at Cody's on Thursday. Fun fun! Watching talented musicians is always such a blast. Karen, you should come out. :-)
4) Went to Louisville over the weekend, got to see Scott and Rob. I haven't seen Scott in about 3 years or so... wow, it was good to hang with them. We went to The Connection and danced our sweet little asses off.
5) It really, really sucks when you realize that you lost a friend. *gloom 2*
6) Fucked up at work again... this is the second time I've managed to lose data. Losing data is baaaad. Argh.
7) Nelly Furtado is cool.
More news as it arrives. :-)

Today I got to witness the aftermath of a purse snatching, with some punk asshole kid tearing ass down the street, a hotel employee in close pursuit. I hope the son-of-a-bitch tripped and broke his fucking nose. Also while heading home, I noticed that some neighbors had gotten into the spirit of halloween by putting some carved jack-o-lanterns on their porch, only one of them was in pieces on the sidewalk. Some more punk asshole kids, being pricks. There's always gotta be fuckheads that screw it up for the rest of the nice people.
Funny, it's times like these where I don't mind the thought that eventually humans will manage to exterminate themselves.

Sorry for all the vitriol. I'm in a foul mood today.

And maybe I'll do just that.

Sometimes I miss the life I used to live. Sometimes it's all I can do to remember that I live now, not then.

I've caught the plague's little brother. I went home a half-hour early yesterday from work, and went in this morning for a grand total of an hour and a half. Then I grabbed some files, went home, and programmed there for a while, listening to some Enya and sipping tea, cuddled in an oversize flannel shirt. Much better way to work, if you ask me. I'm completely enamored with the idea of working from home. Especially since I probably get my best work done about 6 or 7 (after having slept in and then taken a wee nap about 3 or so :-) ). I still feel icky and I badly want Sudafed, but I really really don't feel like hiking my ass up and out the door to run to the store. So, I guess I'll just feel like crap for a while.
My poor kitty has fleas. My mom came over today to pick up her birthday gifts and drop off some African Violets, and brought some Frontline Plus, which was recommended by her vet.
I need new books to read. Somebody recommend me some. :-)

This whole mess is so absurdly disasterous I don't even know what to say. I mean, what the FUCK.

It's times like these that I think that the earth will be far better off when humans manage to exterminate themselves. That there are people out there that will willingly kill thousands of innocent victims for no apparent reason (yet, anyway) offers so little hope for humanity's future.
I think of Leeloo in The Fifth Element, who, after finding war in the electronic encyclopedia, wonders why it's even worth trying to save earth. The answer is, of course, love. I'll leave it to you to decide if it all balances out.

I got off work on time, for a change, came home, putzed around a bit, and then went driving. I had a destination in mind - I needed to get more cat food for my cat, and decided to go out to the pet store close to my mom's place. A longish drive, to be sure. Once I got in the car, I realized what a perfect day it was to be driving. I had a very good CD in the car (Paul Oakenfold), all the windows down, a full tank of gas, and nothing immediately important that I had to do. The sky held so many perfect shades of blue, ranging from a light white-blue close on the horizon to a deep blue azure overhead. There wasn't a cloud to be seen. The sun was warm and a breeze was blowing. I took the long route out towards the pet store - a path that took me right next to the Ohio river, which actually looked clean and blue-tinted - and stopped at my mom's on the way. Left, picked up what I needed to, and came back home just before the sun slipped over the horizon. The sunset was just as beautiful as the day itself was - a brilliant orange-pink as the sun crept closer and closer to the horizon, then a dusky pinkish-purple as it started to cross. Still no clouds, just amazing color.
It felt really good to just drive, and feel the wind in my hair, and listen to incredible music. I felt at peace, and calm, and for once, not stressed. For just a few moments I felt at harmony with the things around me and in my life. That moment of brilliant insight, when you realize that yes, everything will be all right.

Well, we have "Stew quits smoking, take 2." We haven't killed each other yet, but then, it's only been three days. And I have a bad feeling I'm not going to, uh, get any for about a month. *sigh* I wonder why it is that when I know something like that is going to happen, my horomones go into overdrive. Anti-Pavlovian, I s'pose.

I don't really have much to say - just wanted to get an entry in here. :-)