Maybe once in a while, I'll toss a grenade and duck, just to see what happens. Grenades are more fu

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Today I made the switch. No, I didn't change my long distance carrier. Nor did I go on decaf. I didn't even get sex-change surgery. No - I switched personal icons. :) Sounds kinda silly, don't it? Well, it kinda is, but it also isn't. Role models are a big thing in someones life, even if they're video game characters.

For a very long time, Chun Li wasn't just a video game cahracter, she was a role model. First off, she was a woman who fought as an equal alongside the men around her. She was capable, strong, and in some cases even menacing. Much more so than Barbie ever was. She has an amazing backstory involved in justice for her murdered father, she's in Interpol, she's basically a lot of things I would like to be: Honor, Justice, Strength.

But in the last few weeks, I've literally had my belief systems twist and warp. PArticularly the way I see the natural (versus the man-made) works around me. My mood is changing, and so are my expectations, views and observations.

I'm noticing that Chun Li is too vengeful. Too singleminded. Almost selfish. Once her quest is over, what will she be then? I also noticed, my tendency to use the Nakoruru avatars here. I originally posted up Chun Li (Standard posts), Kitana (Mad posts) and Nakoruru (Cute posts) as my three avatars for the longest time...and I'm using Nakoruru more as a regular avatar. Nakoruru has a definate link to nature, one which I've always had, but is now becoming much more...enhanced. And while she also fights, she tends to do it as a protector instead of the veangance driven Chun. And the more I think about it, the more I'm like her instead of Chun. So...I've made the swtich. Expect to see it manifest in the website soon. :)

Anyways - today was a nice day. Its unbelievably hot for January here, and we've even had the air conditioner running to coolthe house a bit (although, it's moer to get the humidity OUT of the house and back into the air than to cool the house down). So I went out into our backyard, to the swing chair and read. Quite literally I don't get out of the house at all. I can't leave for the front yard because my parents consider me an embarassment. I don't go out back because if anyone is downstairs at the time, they'll grab me for something (dissertations, go to the groceries, or "If you're outside, I want to be outside,too." (No, no specific people ar ebeing mentioned here, why do you ask?)). I thought it was just general depression that made me feet run down and tired most of the day. Made me sleep 10 to 12 hours a night. Made me feel old and run down.

There was no one in the house, just me and the gentle humming of the computer. No one to distract me, no one to pull me away. So I left and went outside for a good read on Mom's swinging chair. It lasted all of thirty minutes.

Was I pulled away by a family desperately seeking to make me feel 17 again?

Was I distracted by the barking dogs who reacted to every squeak of the swing chair?

Did an asteroid hit me on the head leaving a crater the size of Denver and a massive death toll in its wake?

No...I ended it after thirty minutes, because I was literally vibrating with energy. I suddenly had all these ideas and thoughts in my head...My body felt like it could jump over the house several times over. I felt like soeone had decided to feed me caffiene directly into my head, and that my brain was swimming in electricity. I FELT DAMNED GOOD. I ran back inside (only because the computer is inside, if I coulda dragged it outside, I woulda) and virtually redesigned my entire webpage. ON A LARK. Because I had the energy. Even right now, I'm a bit tired. but I could probably run the Boston Marathon right now.

I need more Nature in my life. I think she's trying to embrace me in a welcoming hug.

I may take Deener or Erin up on their offer to move in, regardless of the job situation - just so I can have nature time again, and anti-family time, and friends and everything. I like this feeling a lot.

Prolly'll make for interesting dreams tonight. :)

Maybe once in a while, I'll toss a grenade and duck, just to see what happens. Grenades are more fu

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COMICS IIII
NOVEL II
CAFE TACVBA ROCKS I

Today I made the switch. No, I didn't change my long distance carrier. Nor did I go on decaf. I didn't even get sex-change surgery. No - I switched personal icons. :) Sounds kinda silly, don't it? Well, it kinda is, but it also isn't. Role models are a big thing in someones life, even if they're video game characters.

For a very long time, Chun Li wasn't just a video game cahracter, she was a role model. First off, she was a woman who fought as an equal alongside the men around her. She was capable, strong, and in some cases even menacing. Much more so than Barbie ever was. She has an amazing backstory involved in justice for her murdered father, she's in Interpol, she's basically a lot of things I would like to be: Honor, Justice, Strength.

But in the last few weeks, I've literally had my belief systems twist and warp. PArticularly the way I see the natural (versus the man-made) works around me. My mood is changing, and so are my expectations, views and observations.

I'm noticing that Chun Li is too vengeful. Too singleminded. Almost selfish. Once her quest is over, what will she be then? I also noticed, my tendency to use the Nakoruru avatars here. I originally posted up Chun Li (Standard posts), Kitana (Mad posts) and Nakoruru (Cute posts) as my three avatars for the longest time...and I'm using Nakoruru more as a regular avatar. Nakoruru has a definate link to nature, one which I've always had, but is now becoming much more...enhanced. And while she also fights, she tends to do it as a protector instead of the veangance driven Chun. And the more I think about it, the more I'm like her instead of Chun. So...I've made the swtich. Expect to see it manifest in the website soon. :)

Anyways - today was a nice day. Its unbelievably hot for January here, and we've even had the air conditioner running to coolthe house a bit (although, it's moer to get the humidity OUT of the house and back into the air than to cool the house down). So I went out into our backyard, to the swing chair and read. Quite literally I don't get out of the house at all. I can't leave for the front yard because my parents consider me an embarassment. I don't go out back because if anyone is downstairs at the time, they'll grab me for something (dissertations, go to the groceries, or "If you're outside, I want to be outside,too." (No, no specific people ar ebeing mentioned here, why do you ask?)). I thought it was just general depression that made me feet run down and tired most of the day. Made me sleep 10 to 12 hours a night. Made me feel old and run down.

There was no one in the house, just me and the gentle humming of the computer. No one to distract me, no one to pull me away. So I left and went outside for a good read on Mom's swinging chair. It lasted all of thirty minutes.

Was I pulled away by a family desperately seeking to make me feel 17 again?

Was I distracted by the barking dogs who reacted to every squeak of the swing chair?

Did an asteroid hit me on the head leaving a crater the size of Denver and a massive death toll in its wake?

No...I ended it after thirty minutes, because I was literally vibrating with energy. I suddenly had all these ideas and thoughts in my head...My body felt like it could jump over the house several times over. I felt like soeone had decided to feed me caffiene directly into my head, and that my brain was swimming in electricity. I FELT DAMNED GOOD. I ran back inside (only because the computer is inside, if I coulda dragged it outside, I woulda) and virtually redesigned my entire webpage. ON A LARK. Because I had the energy. Even right now, I'm a bit tired. but I could probably run the Boston Marathon right now.

I need more Nature in my life. I think she's trying to embrace me in a welcoming hug.

I may take Deener or Erin up on their offer to move in, regardless of the job situation - just so I can have nature time again, and anti-family time, and friends and everything. I like this feeling a lot.

Prolly'll make for interesting dreams tonight. :)

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.

I went to bed about 3:30...I woke up at 4:15 with THE WORST STOMACHE I'VE EVER HAD. Very tired now, but can't sleep...

Hurts. :P

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.

I went to bed about 3:30...I woke up at 4:15 with THE WORST STOMACHE I'VE EVER HAD. Very tired now, but can't sleep...

Hurts. :P

Electrical safety is for the weak and unworthy

So, last night, before the massive stomach ache of doom hit me, I did some more fun with your brain stuff...and this time, I know I wasn't just imagining anything. You see, there's this little place I literally DESCRIBED to myself into existence. It's a nice little clearing in a sparsley wooded area. I was literally describing to myself me playing around there when I half-heartedly describe a somersault.

And, physically, without the describing to myself the feeling,I got that giddy feeling you get when you do the flip. That kinda pit-of-your-stomach thing.

Brain games are fun, and educational. ;)

Then the stomach ache of doom hit me, and I know what caused it. My dad brought home some mix venison/pork/spiced sausage. I normally pride myself on having a cast iron stomach, but I Think the venison and MUCH HEAVIER THAN SHOULD BE ALLOWED BY LAW spicing made me a bit...urpy. Well, it wasn't so much urpy as I think my stomach was literally diving into my liver, desperate for an escape from my ribs. It didn't like me very much. I finally got to bed about 6:30 and woke up VERY VERY late (6:30PM). Wasn't too happy about that.

No sooner do I wake up, than my dad pops the "Why don't' you go back to college?" question. I really don't have the heart to tell him that "If I go back to college, I'll more than likely have to suffer all of you for another three years." It's the same reason I never went back to college after I flunked out the first time.

I'd love to go back to college to round out my education, but not at the expense of having to stay here while I went.

My day has been spent in anticipation of THUNDERSTORMS. I've been waiting for these things all day, and now (3:35AM) it looks like they might be getting closer. It's way too hot right now, and very humid, and the air is very dry and cold. Perfect Thunderboomer weather. :) I hope it gets here before I go to bed, I really dig storms.

I also made the mistake of being NICE to this family. I must remember NEVER to do that again. I was gonna run out to get a soda with my recently acquired $14. A 99 cent fountain drink. I made the mistake of asking my mom if she wanted anything (which usually would be a small bag of Cheetos). She asked for a 20oz RC and a bag of Cheetos. No problem. But my sister heard...and she wanted a Dr. Pepper. And then Dad saw us talking, and HE wanted a Big REd...them mom came back and asked for a dozen eggs, and it spiraled badly from there. My 99 cent, five minute trip ended up being a seven dollar thirty minute trip (had to go to a grocery store to get the eggs). Now the money I had saved for my Chinese Buffet dinner (yes, I'm on a diet, be quiet you) has given everyone a soda and us some eggs. I'm very unhappy about this. And the only reason I did it is because if I had said no, they would have made my life VERY unhappy for the next few WEEKS (it's bad enough, they CAN and WILL get worse).

My Closetspace account is up! YES! Now if I can only figure out why I haven't gotten the EMail with my password I can start work on the new designs for A Wish for Wings and Closetspace, to coincide with the new design for www.dolari.org. I'm very happy with the new design, the new navigation interface and even new pages are coming together QUITE nicely.

I'm going to dump the Texicana pages, mainly because they were a chore to begin with, and there was not much on there that wasn't close to blatant plagiarism from my Hill Country book and the Handbook of Texas Online.

Moral of the day: Brain Games Fun. Involving Bio-Family in anything BAD.

Electrical safety is for the weak and unworthy

So, last night, before the massive stomach ache of doom hit me, I did some more fun with your brain stuff...and this time, I know I wasn't just imagining anything. You see, there's this little place I literally DESCRIBED to myself into existence. It's a nice little clearing in a sparsley wooded area. I was literally describing to myself me playing around there when I half-heartedly describe a somersault.

And, physically, without the describing to myself the feeling,I got that giddy feeling you get when you do the flip. That kinda pit-of-your-stomach thing.

Brain games are fun, and educational. ;)

Then the stomach ache of doom hit me, and I know what caused it. My dad brought home some mix venison/pork/spiced sausage. I normally pride myself on having a cast iron stomach, but I Think the venison and MUCH HEAVIER THAN SHOULD BE ALLOWED BY LAW spicing made me a bit...urpy. Well, it wasn't so much urpy as I think my stomach was literally diving into my liver, desperate for an escape from my ribs. It didn't like me very much. I finally got to bed about 6:30 and woke up VERY VERY late (6:30PM). Wasn't too happy about that.

No sooner do I wake up, than my dad pops the "Why don't' you go back to college?" question. I really don't have the heart to tell him that "If I go back to college, I'll more than likely have to suffer all of you for another three years." It's the same reason I never went back to college after I flunked out the first time.

I'd love to go back to college to round out my education, but not at the expense of having to stay here while I went.

My day has been spent in anticipation of THUNDERSTORMS. I've been waiting for these things all day, and now (3:35AM) it looks like they might be getting closer. It's way too hot right now, and very humid, and the air is very dry and cold. Perfect Thunderboomer weather. :) I hope it gets here before I go to bed, I really dig storms.

I also made the mistake of being NICE to this family. I must remember NEVER to do that again. I was gonna run out to get a soda with my recently acquired $14. A 99 cent fountain drink. I made the mistake of asking my mom if she wanted anything (which usually would be a small bag of Cheetos). She asked for a 20oz RC and a bag of Cheetos. No problem. But my sister heard...and she wanted a Dr. Pepper. And then Dad saw us talking, and HE wanted a Big REd...them mom came back and asked for a dozen eggs, and it spiraled badly from there. My 99 cent, five minute trip ended up being a seven dollar thirty minute trip (had to go to a grocery store to get the eggs). Now the money I had saved for my Chinese Buffet dinner (yes, I'm on a diet, be quiet you) has given everyone a soda and us some eggs. I'm very unhappy about this. And the only reason I did it is because if I had said no, they would have made my life VERY unhappy for the next few WEEKS (it's bad enough, they CAN and WILL get worse).

My Closetspace account is up! YES! Now if I can only figure out why I haven't gotten the EMail with my password I can start work on the new designs for A Wish for Wings and Closetspace, to coincide with the new design for www.dolari.org. I'm very happy with the new design, the new navigation interface and even new pages are coming together QUITE nicely.

I'm going to dump the Texicana pages, mainly because they were a chore to begin with, and there was not much on there that wasn't close to blatant plagiarism from my Hill Country book and the Handbook of Texas Online.

Moral of the day: Brain Games Fun. Involving Bio-Family in anything BAD.