I’ll let Eden do my yearly rant about the misunderstanding of Samhain
“I keep picturing one of these evangelical morons standing next to a real-life pagan and spouting off about Satan and evil and whatever else it is that they’ve tried to attach to the holiday. Then I imagine the pagan just looking over like “What the fuck are you on about?” I suppose people will use whatever excuse they can to push their own agendas, even if it’s on the most sacred day for a very legitimate faith.
Samhain is a day to recognize the turn of the wheel, a day to celebrate change, to celebrate what has passed from this world or from our lives. We recognize the good that is gone, the bad that is gone and we give thanks for all that passes through our lives.
Yap, eeevil!”
In my head
“baby i’ve been here before
i’ve seen this room and i’ve walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah”
She said you once called my name, I said “well baby, things change”
The only thing certain is change.
Sometimes things change too far for me to be comfortable with and sometimes they don’t change enough to make enough of a difference. Its weird when you have too much and too little change at once.
I guess I’m trying to figure out what I want and I just don’t know while the rest of the world continues on around me.
Pesky world.
Yes, Merc Rx, I see you coming.
You made your point.
My rear driver window motor died today (of course, in the halfway down position) I managed to get it rolled up after a few hours, but I’ll need to replace that.
I figured it was going to die during Merc Rx anyway and at least I don’t have to hire a mechanic to do it. I can replace it with a bit of help myself.
But still, traffic and icky poo hand then that this morning (Hi Monday), not a great start.
Well, at least I can run my errands tonight instead of hanging out in my car amusing myself until I get some help taking the door apart.
Though, that wouldn’t be too horrible, I have the toys and travel functionality to live in the beast if really necessary. What I dreaded was unloading all the crap in my car (read:purse) that I couldn’t just lock up since I don’t have a trunk. And then, just the thought of the possible vandalism that would happen with the temptation of an open window made me really tired.
Phew.
Got a bit done this weekend. Put laundry away, tidied up some things, sat around in jammies and watched movies while I worked.
Not a bad weekend, just wish it was longer.
The power of guilt
I’ve been shamefully neglectful of my Treo blog and my fredletstravel blog as well.
I’ve been ok about posting to fredlet, but I’ll cross poss what I can for now and then flesh out the other stuff later.
Thanks to May C for kicking my heiney into gear. =)
Mind you
I’m not admitting defeat.
But I’m not enjoying myself either.
And, frankly, do you have any idea of how hard it is to find good
bunny slippers these days?
Ahhh there it is.
Fallout from yesterday’s fall… The lactic acid buildup soreness from the extreme tensing of the muscles when I fell.
Achey.
found in a sig file…heh
If you are not part of the solution you are part of the precipitate!
In my mailbox tonight…
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: john ashton
Date: Oct 18, 2006 8:20 PM
Subject: You want to eat quality food and wear quality clothes. Why don’t you think of quality sperm with Spermamax.
To: “fredlet”
Hmmm, I never really thought too much about it.
Saturday lunch…
Saturday lunch…
Originally uploaded by fredlet.
With an atypical, but super tasty, Corona with lime to put out the fire of the salsa here at Maria Elena’s.
Huh
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Leo: You’re closer to a proud existence and miles away from old unproductive habits.
Yahoo! Astrology
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Am I really?
Who knows.
I’m sitting here listening to the mix tape Kramer sent me (well its a cd), he has his own genre on my iPod.
=)
Fell this morning on the stairs. Nothing horrible, but I think I might have a bruise. (though frankly, in my experience, all the really brutal things that happen to me never leave marks) I didn’t even smack my tail bone, just the side of my well padded arse.
No harm, no foul.
Just made me a mite cranky.
The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and all that rot.
And its been at least a week since I watched a Harry Potter movie.
More stuff
I tried to post from Flickr to my blog this weekend but it didn’t post…Grr.
Anyway, another HP dream last night. Mostly it was me being irritated at some amalgams of people I know who lost my potions exam. Then after they lost my potions exam (DURING THE EXAM) they kept bugging me to go help Hermione.
I wasn’t very nice, I kept telling them to shutup, but now that I think about it, if Hermione was missing an exam then she REALLY needed help.
I’m a bad dream friend.
CHICAGO: To Do list (according to JoeP)
- Just in time to go to the Art Institute (Renoirs, Monet and Rembrandts up close and personal oh my, Shedd Aquarium and The Bean. :)
- If you can, even if you dont like baseball, catch a Cubs game.
- In fact, in todays NY Times, in the travel section, here’s a piece on Chicago: http://travel2.nytimes.com/2006/09/15/travel/escapes/15hours.html
Man, what would I give for a Chicago Dog right now… (Rosen poppy seed bun, Vienna sausage, with everything and celery salt. GOTTA have the celery salt.)
Latest disturbing Harry Potter phenomenon
I think I was dreaming in Parseltongue last night.
