Which Angel Character Am I?

Today's question is: Which Angel character am I? I'm Wesley!
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I originally came out as Cordelia, but decided to go back and manipulate the answers to be Wesley. :: snigger ::

Fun, but tiring weekend. Friday evening I skipped the home D&D game (o woe, I hate missing that game!) and friend Reimer Behrends and I drove to Springfield Ohio for Weekend in Gothic Earth. Golly, it's an odd sensation to arrive in the area in a state of consciousness!

Usually I play in the Friday game and drive down around 1 or 2 am, arriving around 6 am and falling into bed for a nap of a couple of hours. Since the plan was for me to run Saturday am at the con, I felt I owed Claire (the coordinator) better than my usual somnolence. It was a good plan -- I was rested and had great tables, both times that I ran on Saturday, then had great fun on Sunday playing.

I thought I set my alarm last night; I changed the time and everything, and pressed (I thought) the little button to have the radio kick on about 6:45 am. When Piper tried to wake me (meooooom!) and kept licking my fingers, I told her to be quiet and let me sleep. So I woke up about quarter to eight. Ghaaaaaaaa!

At least I was only about 5 minutes late...

Blogging - the new letter writing?
Listening to "The Devil in the White City", I'm struck by how much the writer was helped by the near-compulsive letter writing of the era. Most people seemed to write lengthy letters on a near-daily basis, leaving behind them a distinctly personal view of history. People today, though, are too rushed, too busy, for the kind of journaling that historians love.

I know that I am a terrible journaler. I tend to wait till bedtime, and then I'm too tired to make sense of my day, so I bag it. I have a dozen journals, all with only a few pages used. Blogging, though -- it's fairly quick and simple, and, I think, could leave the same kind of snapshot of life that written journals (and letters) used to provide.

Food for thought, anyways...

I crashed over 10 on the pain scale last night -- I just stood in the kitchen waiting for my hot-pack to heat in the microwave, weeping because I just couldn't stand the pain.

Today is a little better, though I had to use a walker to get to the bathroom this morning. Showering and stretching helped some, and I'm taking time every half hour or so to get up, stretch and walk up and down the hall to loosen things up.

I just hope that this is just a muscle pull, and not the new standard for my life. If it is, I don't think I can bear it.

Today's silly quiz - Which Greek God am I?

Morpheus


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The computer store gig has devolved into filing several yards of paper; filing is one of those activities that uses a different portion of my brain than that which thinks. In fact, if I don't find some way to distract the thinking portion of my brain, it interferes with the activity of filing. I learned a while back that if I listed to either talk radio or a book on tape, my thinking brain is happily occupied, allowing my filing brain to get on with the job.

So, right now I'm "reading" "The Devil in the White City", by Erik Larsen. It chronicles the creation of the Columbian Exposition (the 1893 Chicago World's Fair), in parellel with the depredations of America's first serial killer, H.H. Holmes. Random House has a lovely site about it, and I found a good link from the Houston Chronicle with a review.

This book combines many of my interests. I enjoy the Victorian era, and Living Death (my favorite RPGA campaign to play) set a series of scenarios at the World's Fair. Listening to the book is helping it to come to life for me. In addition, I'm fascinated by true tales of crime, especially serial killers. It's a good read so far.

I again crashed on the couch for a couple of hours yesterday, heat on my sore knee, back, hip, etc., but finally managed to get myself upstairs and get in the revisions to the LF metagaming pack (and to get that out to people who were awaiting it). Tonight it's laundry, packing and prepping the Living Death scenarios I'm running at WiGE this weekend.

Ghaaaa... still horribly far behind on LF, but creeping forward, at least.

In the "useless but interesting" category, next month is National Novel Writing month. Some days I miss the writing I used to do.

Yestereve was a dead loss. I went to Curves on Monday (for the first time in a couple of weeks) and wore myself out. More, it turns out, than I realized, because yesterday afternoon I started having sharp pains in my left (formerly good) knee, calf, leg, hip... I spent most of the evening putting moist heat on it so that I could walk today. *sigh*

Now I need to do twice as much to catch up...

Falling further and further behind in everything, and caring less and less. Also looking at the end of employment at the Computer Store at the end of October, so I'll be back to praying for employment.

I'm sure it could be worse; I just don't want to dwell on what form that might take.

Another quiz:

The Pork Chop Express.


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Also, in other news... Phil was in the doghouse for forgetting my birthday, but has redeemed himself by providing a lovely boquet of balloons for Sweetest Day. I'll take a photo tonight, but I'm tickled and the cats are highly amused.

The Sunday night D&D game, alas, is going on hiatus till the end of the year, at least. The GM (who is a wonderful gamesmaster, if a bit more combat oriented than yours truly) is spending too much on gaming stuff and has to remove himself from temptation for a while. I sure hope that the game comes back eventually -- I've been really enjoying my characters. It is time I should be spending on LF, though, so I suppose that's all to the better.

This blog is becoming more about neat things I'm seeing on my way around the internet than about me and my life... and maybe that means something too!

Let's get into the spirit of the season with Extreme Pumpkins!

More silly quizzes -- doesn't say much about what's going on in my life (bad potato chips, BAD! BG 175 at the 2 hr mark last night! Still 140 this am, after meds!)

Princess Leia

A strong-willed herald of causes against injustice, you passionately strive to right the wrongs around you.
Somebody has to save us, kids!

Friday is off to a dreadful start with the computer system here refusing to process orders. This makes it challenging to sell things... after an hour or so, though, it got fixed.

Anyways... here's another odd survey (and results). And is anyone suprised? I think not!


You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess)
Legend tells us that you, this very rich,
beautiful and high born woman tortured and
murdered some 650 young women and bathed in
their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful.
In some stories, it is said you have drank their
blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a
grand scale.
Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!


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Woohoo! I got birthday flowers from Maryrita and Curtis. There's nothing quite like getting flowers.

More thoughts on growing older...

My mid-life crisis continues...

I am seized by a panic that it's now too late to make anything of my life. Yes, I am blessed with wonderful friends, but that is more to their credit than mine. I've built nothing lasting; I have no legacy. Ten years after I'm gone, will anyone notice or care? I don't even have a real job, much less a career. The fact that my state is common enough that there's term for it (DMUPie - downwardly mobile urban professional) doesn't relieve my own feelings of failure.

I guess I always thought I would be something special, that I'd make a lasting mark on the world, but I can't help but think that if it hasn't happened by now, it probably isn't going to happen, Grandma Moses and other late-achievers aside.

I haven't even produced children -- the traditional form of making a mark on the world. *sigh* Not that I ever wanted to be a parent. I'd have been a terrible parent. I'm not even a very good grownup.

I don't want to be young again - Goddess no! I was such an unformed lump... but I also don't want to be *old*, to be victim to the frailties and failures of my body. And I don't want to be old alone, or without having done something that I can look back on and say "yes, that's it, I didn't just take up space in this world."

Depressing thoughts, but hey, it's Friday...

Today's silliness...
Walking directions to Mordor. Because you never know when some batty old wizard is going to send you on a quest!