But, sometimes its just *funny*. I couldn’t tell at first if this guy was just a movie buff or a real whackjob. I leave it to you, Gentle Reader, to make that call.
(His name has been changed to protect him, the poor sap)
Ghostbuster_Vinz: I am Vinz Clortho. Keymaster of Gozer, Volguus Zildrohar, Lord of the Sebouillia. Are you the Gatekeeper?
Mare: on occasion
Ghostbuster_Vinz: (you understand my reference?)
Me: yes I do, its a fairly famous movie
Ghostbuster_Vinz Well i just wondered if you found anything in the possession scenes, characters or themes, erotic or sexual at all?
Ghostbuster_Vinz so what about their transformation back into terror dogs? although not blatantly sexual did it hold any eroticism for you?
boggle…Surely to god he was kidding!
Ghostbuster_Vinz: We should really get us two together
Me: “I think that would be a very bad idea”
Ghostbuster_Vinz: wow, it is very fresh in your memory isnt it!!!
Ghostbuster_Vinz: so do you find the actions and behaviour of the gatekeeper in her human host erotic?
Errr….thanks for playing, drive through please. You are indeed an odd guy. Not as strange perhaps, as Tim the Vampire or the time travelling folks in search of red/blue crystals. But odd enough.
Things to do…
Install wall shelves, get rid of bookshelves.
ALternatively, get a bathroom cabinet to store things like TP, nail polish, etc.
ALso, hang shelves across the bathroom window for plants.
Get kitty mat to try and keep the litter mess to a minimum.
Find a wall rack for my pots and pans. Or mount shelves in the kitchen for said.
Find a way to store brooms, mops etc. that isn’t tacky.
Is there a place to put the wine glass rack?
Get cover for daybed. If it has a coffin-motif, so much the better 😉
Put C’s desk in place and arrange as necessary.
Attndnt : Can I get you something?
Jivemn2 : S’mo fo butter layin’ to the bone. Jackin’ me up.
Attndnt : I’m sorry I don’t understand.
Jivemn1 : Cutty say he cant hang.
Woman4 : Oh stewardess, I speak jive.
Attndnt : Ohhhh, good.
Woman4 : He said that he’s in great pain and he wants to know
if you can help him.
Attndnt : Would you tell him to just relax and I’ll be back as
soon as I can with some medicine.
Woman : Jus’ hang loose blooood. She goonna catch up on the`
rebound a de medcide.
Jivemn2 : What it is big mamma, my mamma didn’t raise no dummy, I
dug her rap.
Woman4 : Cut me som’ slac’ jak! Chump don wan no help, chump
don git no help. Jive ass dude don got no brains
Me: lub ewe
J : EEwwwe..!
J : (some sort of floaty heart icony thing)
J : ok, so what about me..?
Me : You are my little Love Lamb. All trussed up for sweet, minty love.
J : eek
Bright Black/Starry Night.
Its the color that I use on my hair. Is it wrong that I originally picked it because I thought that the name was poetic? Its a good color though. I like the way it looks, the way it makes me feel. I like the drama it adds to my appearance. I am not going to apply it right now though. That’s just inviting the lords of chaos into the house and asking them to stay. Bleach only covers some sins and I’m not endagering my Mighty Mouse t-shirt with Starry Night.
I’m sitting here, in the semi darkness eating pine nuts and thinking about the day. It was a good day, methinks. I’m so tired – my body aches for sleep.
But I am not one bit sleepy.
People who don’t suffer from insomnia have no clue. Truly. I’ve been told to just lay down and relax. Lay down and relax and close your eyes, then you’ll go to sleep.
And you know, sometimes that does work. More often though what happens is that I lay there and listen to my brain sort through a welter of stuff. Images and feelings fall about in my head in a tangle of limbs and bright colors. I watch this happening behind my eyes (whether or not my eyes are closed) and just … not sleep.