I just watched a trailer for "Legend of the Seeker" on YouTube. It left me with one burning question.

Did the people who wrote the screenplay ever read Wizard's First Rule? Did they so much as look at the cover art on a closed volume? I feel a little guilty caring, but, someone wrote the fucking story already. All they have to do is adjust it ( Read more... )

There is a company that does custom doll heads. You give them photos or a drawing and $100 later you have the head of your choosing. Normally I keep my doll prattle to my doll journal, but this is a special circumstance. Someone might be interested to know that a friend of mine has just opened a group order for James Marsters.
It's a neat ( Read more... )

I came home from work at 11:40pm to find my drive way (I live in a quad-plex) filled with teenage girls. Once I get inside the house, what do I hear screaming out of the adjoining house? I had trouble placing the song, as my subconscious tried to protect me from the horror...
Would you believe there is a techno remix of Disney's "Whistle While ( Read more... )

My hair is once more it's natural color, blue. Strange how such little changes bring so much soothing.

I'm getting into the frequent-and-horrific-nightmares stage of my grieving process. Odd, as I've never heard of that before. Still, I can't be the first.

Tim's gone. I don't know exactly what time it happened, but I know it's over and done. He (thanks to merciful God) did not wake up in the interim. No, we didn't get a chance to say "goodbye" in person, but neither did he have to wake up from routine surgery to learn he was about to die.
All the same I'm feeling very mean about the whole thing. ( Read more... )

I don't even know how to say this. I try to be flowery, but this is beyond me.
For those of you who know him and we could not reach yesterday, Tim Peterson had dire complications to his colon surgery. He is not expected to survive. I won't go into details, because I just don't know how. Regardless I now a lot of the "old crew" read this once in ( Read more... )

Trout is delivered of her second (and last ever) batch of kittens. Oddly, none look like her or Dad just now. There are six in total, five dark and one stark white. There is a chance the fellows that look black are just dark tabbies like their papa, they are so fresh they're wet and the light is dim in there.
She birthed them...on my farthingale ( Read more... )

Usually, I only write in here when something horrible happens. Today is different.

Now I have two nine month old kittens. They are precious-cute and well adjusted young ladies. Both love to sit in laps, be petted, and purr. One doesn't care to be picked up while the other would just as soon be carried rather than walk, but both are ( Read more... )

It's okay folks! I was in the kitchen about to make some rice when I thought I heard something. It sounded like a meow. Trusting my instincts, I crept out into the back yard.
I called out for Greyling, thinking about how old that must be to the poor neighbors. I heard a very distant bell. "Great," I think, "Trout is on the roof again." But no ( Read more... )