Mad Dog 20/20 Red Grape Flavor: This one wins the award for absolute worst red wine ever invented.

I have an intense feeling of dread about today. It's pretty uncool and heavy.

The song "One of my Turns" is running repeatedly through my head.

I can't get the vision of an Independence Day type scenario (wihtout the flying saucers) out of my head.

Dunno...I'm sure it'll pass.

Mad Dog 20/20 Red Grape Flavor: This one wins the award for absolute worst red wine ever invented.

I have an intense feeling of dread about today. It's pretty uncool and heavy.

The song "One of my Turns" is running repeatedly through my head.

I can't get the vision of an Independence Day type scenario (wihtout the flying saucers) out of my head.

Dunno...I'm sure it'll pass.

All polystyrene-derived foods stick to my teeth.

About that dread....

In ersponse to a response from Vaysha

But the dread, it's a more personal feeling...and I've kinda pinpointed it. I'm having one of my paranoid days - where every noise is soemthing evil, and certain words are vicious attacks on me. People are out to get me.

Now, I know in my brain that they're not, but that doesn't keep the heart from feeling it. It's like a haunted house - you know that all teh scary guys are just teenagers in makeup, but that doesn't matter in the first few microseconds.

It's one of my, "Let's sit and watch TV all day because TV coddles you" days.

I'll be over it by tomorrow. :)

All polystyrene-derived foods stick to my teeth.

About that dread....

In ersponse to a response from Vaysha

But the dread, it's a more personal feeling...and I've kinda pinpointed it. I'm having one of my paranoid days - where every noise is soemthing evil, and certain words are vicious attacks on me. People are out to get me.

Now, I know in my brain that they're not, but that doesn't keep the heart from feeling it. It's like a haunted house - you know that all teh scary guys are just teenagers in makeup, but that doesn't matter in the first few microseconds.

It's one of my, "Let's sit and watch TV all day because TV coddles you" days.

I'll be over it by tomorrow. :)

Getting hit by a car is a lot more effort than I thought.

PETER PAN GUY FOUND HIS TINK!

Many happy wishes to Tink and Peter!

Today began with a terrible bout of paranoia. It took some time, but eventually it wore off. I think the stresses of being home and my demanding mother are beginning to eat into the fabric of my being. But that's bad stuff, and I write about that every day. Let's just move on.

Basically, the day was just me lounging around for the first part...catching the news, eating some dinner...I watched Rocky Horror on VH1. The music rocks in that music, but it's jus tnot the same without (1) A huge crowd shouting obscenities at the screen and (2) Deener. I had seen Rocky Horror a few times with friends before I ever saw it at a theater. I'm a huge fan of bad B movies, and the music in the movie just makes me wanna get up and dance (HOT PATOOTIE! BLESS MY SOUL! I REALLY LOVE THAT ROCK AND ROLL!).

Then I went to a theater in San Antonio and had a very bad experience (me and about three other people in the audience...not allowed to do nuthin', while two people screamed the lines in your face. It was terrible, and I left the theater early. Midnight showings for over twenty years for THIS? Pttooeey.

Then I met Deener...Deener was an avid RHPS fan. Avid. VERY Avid. Had played EVERY male character in RHPS. Numerous times. She had been a member of the State College cast "The Vanilla Chalice." Her character of preference was Riff Raff, and in her car was an Emergency Brad Kit, consisting of a pair of hornrimmed glasses and a "Just married" sign. Still, I figured Rocky Horror at a theater was just plain stupid. Boy was I wrong.

Rocky Horror hadn't been showin in State College for years, and most of the cast had drifted apart. But the Penn State NORMAL and the PEnn State Gay and Lesbian Alliance had gotten the rights to show it for halloween at Schwab Auditorium in 1997.

The Vanilla Chalice was hastily reconstructed - Phil (Janet) was pulled from Slippery Rock, Bernhard (The Criminologist) trekked in from Phillipsburg. That night, most of the cast was assembled, and I was given toast-making-duties.

When it came time to go on with the show, we managed to pack Schwab Auditorium with over 900 people. NINE HUNDRED PEOPLE. IN COSTUME. They de-virginized the virgins, and the movie began.

Before all this, though, most of the cast were secretly debating grabbing me on stage. Deener and I were very much in love, and they were missing two characters - The Happschatts. I hardly knew any lines, and Deener knew them all. There was a vote. Deener and I (without telling me) or another lesbian couple would be the Happschatts. THANK GOODNESS the others were chosen - I have a terrible stagefright problem.

The evening was one of the nights I'll remember for the rest of my life. I got to see what it's like to REALLY be in a real RHPS show. And I was even called in to help costume up Deener, which made me an official member of The Vanilla Chalice.

Hallowe'en is Deener's holiday, and I'll always equate it with her. This Hallowe'en she was very much missed.

After Rocky, I just kinda puttered around. Watched some TV, really enjoyed this episode of Enterprise. If they don't follow up on that ending, I'll be pissed, though.

Steph called me to come over and see her garage. Lemme tell ya, if I ever get over Deener, Hallowe'en will become The Holiday of Steph [tm]. She decorated up her garage with black light and cobwebs, had a hanging man on her tree, zombies all over, and Rob Zombie music blaring from her garage. Dan (her boyfriend) has a KILLER Spawn costume he wears every year...and every year it gets better and better. Steph went as The Wicked Witch of the East (no, not the West, the East) and Emily went as a cute little angel.

Next year, I plan to finally have a costum up and running. I'll either be Supergirl, or Neil Gaiman's version of Death.

Unless I can pull off a Baby Bonnie Hood, in which case, I'll do that. For those not in the know, Baby Bonnie Hood/Bulleta is a cahracter in a video game called Darkstalkers. She comes from a world where fairy tales are true...however, they still ahve the same jobs as everyone else. In her world, she's Little Red Riding Hood. In reality, though, she may dress like RRH, but she's actually an arms mercenary. And her basket of good treats is stocked full of grenades, machine guns and nun-chucks.

Heck, I'd wear that on a good day.

Tomorrow is Day of the Dead. I think I'll go visit my grandparents graves.

Oh, wohn moah theeng.

There was a guy at http://www.delphiassociates.org/newyork.html who is a "remote viewer." While it's gone now, he was predicting that the next terrorist strike would be at today's World Series game. I used to really like Art Bell, who posted his info...but this really crosses the line, and both SDM and Art have lost some coolness points in my book for even bringing it up.

Getting hit by a car is a lot more effort than I thought.

PETER PAN GUY FOUND HIS TINK!

Many happy wishes to Tink and Peter!

Today began with a terrible bout of paranoia. It took some time, but eventually it wore off. I think the stresses of being home and my demanding mother are beginning to eat into the fabric of my being. But that's bad stuff, and I write about that every day. Let's just move on.

Basically, the day was just me lounging around for the first part...catching the news, eating some dinner...I watched Rocky Horror on VH1. The music rocks in that music, but it's jus tnot the same without (1) A huge crowd shouting obscenities at the screen and (2) Deener. I had seen Rocky Horror a few times with friends before I ever saw it at a theater. I'm a huge fan of bad B movies, and the music in the movie just makes me wanna get up and dance (HOT PATOOTIE! BLESS MY SOUL! I REALLY LOVE THAT ROCK AND ROLL!).

Then I went to a theater in San Antonio and had a very bad experience (me and about three other people in the audience...not allowed to do nuthin', while two people screamed the lines in your face. It was terrible, and I left the theater early. Midnight showings for over twenty years for THIS? Pttooeey.

Then I met Deener...Deener was an avid RHPS fan. Avid. VERY Avid. Had played EVERY male character in RHPS. Numerous times. She had been a member of the State College cast "The Vanilla Chalice." Her character of preference was Riff Raff, and in her car was an Emergency Brad Kit, consisting of a pair of hornrimmed glasses and a "Just married" sign. Still, I figured Rocky Horror at a theater was just plain stupid. Boy was I wrong.

Rocky Horror hadn't been showin in State College for years, and most of the cast had drifted apart. But the Penn State NORMAL and the PEnn State Gay and Lesbian Alliance had gotten the rights to show it for halloween at Schwab Auditorium in 1997.

The Vanilla Chalice was hastily reconstructed - Phil (Janet) was pulled from Slippery Rock, Bernhard (The Criminologist) trekked in from Phillipsburg. That night, most of the cast was assembled, and I was given toast-making-duties.

When it came time to go on with the show, we managed to pack Schwab Auditorium with over 900 people. NINE HUNDRED PEOPLE. IN COSTUME. They de-virginized the virgins, and the movie began.

Before all this, though, most of the cast were secretly debating grabbing me on stage. Deener and I were very much in love, and they were missing two characters - The Happschatts. I hardly knew any lines, and Deener knew them all. There was a vote. Deener and I (without telling me) or another lesbian couple would be the Happschatts. THANK GOODNESS the others were chosen - I have a terrible stagefright problem.

The evening was one of the nights I'll remember for the rest of my life. I got to see what it's like to REALLY be in a real RHPS show. And I was even called in to help costume up Deener, which made me an official member of The Vanilla Chalice.

Hallowe'en is Deener's holiday, and I'll always equate it with her. This Hallowe'en she was very much missed.

After Rocky, I just kinda puttered around. Watched some TV, really enjoyed this episode of Enterprise. If they don't follow up on that ending, I'll be pissed, though.

Steph called me to come over and see her garage. Lemme tell ya, if I ever get over Deener, Hallowe'en will become The Holiday of Steph [tm]. She decorated up her garage with black light and cobwebs, had a hanging man on her tree, zombies all over, and Rob Zombie music blaring from her garage. Dan (her boyfriend) has a KILLER Spawn costume he wears every year...and every year it gets better and better. Steph went as The Wicked Witch of the East (no, not the West, the East) and Emily went as a cute little angel.

Next year, I plan to finally have a costum up and running. I'll either be Supergirl, or Neil Gaiman's version of Death.

Unless I can pull off a Baby Bonnie Hood, in which case, I'll do that. For those not in the know, Baby Bonnie Hood/Bulleta is a cahracter in a video game called Darkstalkers. She comes from a world where fairy tales are true...however, they still ahve the same jobs as everyone else. In her world, she's Little Red Riding Hood. In reality, though, she may dress like RRH, but she's actually an arms mercenary. And her basket of good treats is stocked full of grenades, machine guns and nun-chucks.

Heck, I'd wear that on a good day.

Tomorrow is Day of the Dead. I think I'll go visit my grandparents graves.

Oh, wohn moah theeng.

There was a guy at http://www.delphiassociates.org/newyork.html who is a "remote viewer." While it's gone now, he was predicting that the next terrorist strike would be at today's World Series game. I used to really like Art Bell, who posted his info...but this really crosses the line, and both SDM and Art have lost some coolness points in my book for even bringing it up.