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"Can you even imagine what your life would be like if you didn't know what a Jedi was?"

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM EPIC NERDNESS.

...and yeah, that thing is REAL! I love that it's got so many little hands: mebbe it's like, 3 to eat the fish's food, two to masturbate, and the rest to say, "Hey! Howya durrin?" marquisdd immortalized my crappy drawing of it (along with my tongue, on the menu board at Chef Chris's restaurant.) at his blog.

Have I mentioned I get obsessed with images? I do.

...and I realized that there were a couple of landscapes in one of them...and I don't DO landscapes. Except, y'know, for when I do:


Marrusscape 1

Marrusscape 2

u2girl1966 reminded me about my "donate" button if you enjoy these art posts. So, if you do, and you want me to keep doing 'em, please toss something in the tip jar. Thank you!

I know that there are a number of folks who host Orphans Chr4istmas. And I have extended the offer to a few friends who I don't want to be alone this year on the holidays. Or I want to save them from killing their relatives in one case.

If you are going to be alone this Christmas day and you are in the Atlanta area and reading this, then contact me. We have food, space and we would rather you enliven our lives than be lonely by yourself. We couldn't swing a holiday party this year, but we can swing this.

So no matter the hour, don't think 'it's too late', I am a mistress of plans on the fly. If you are alone this holiday, call me. Drive over. Text me. Send me an e-mail. You are welcome and we would love to have you here.

Don't be alone on Christmas. You don't have to be.

Sabrina & Wendie

...yeah, so apparently an AIM bot got on my SN the other day and messaged everyone on my list with some crap about ringtones? I don't even know what was in the message. So if you got a IM from me on Wednesday, that wasn't me. That was a bot that wouldn't even let me on that name until today to fix it. Sorry! I hope it didn't send off a virus if you guys clicked the link. That'll teach me to start using that name again so it doesn't get run over with bots. I don't even know how they did that. Thanks to Diane and Samantha for alerting me.

Also, yay it's Christmas Eve! Any plans?

We all have images of ourselves that we carry. That overall image of who we are, sure, but there are different reflections of different factes depending on the moment and mood.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see the man I was looking back at me. He chuckles ruefully at me and shakes his head over what he sees looking back, shrugs and moves on.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see that chubby girl who seems to get bigger every year looking back. I comment that 'geez I have gotta lose some weight' for the millionth time and move on.

Sometimes I look and see the happy wife looking back at me, the one who is all settled down and content that she will never be alone... and often there is a tall blonde wrapped around me in those moments.

Sometimes I see the wrinkles and lines of encroaching age taking their toll. I smile back and acknowledge them- I've earned them.

Sometimes I look and see a fool, a person who deludes herself about her life and her place in it.

Sometimes I look and see a dreamer, and I see what dreams may come and what may come of dreaming.

But by far the most powerful reflection is not the one that we see in the mirror, but the one that is held up to us by others. When we get a glimpse into who we are when viewed from the outside, and we gain perspective from those who are willing to share their views on who we are, truly those are the most telling moments to me.

Today I thank the feral girl thing, childofmetis for her reflection. Behind the image of a snowman getting mugged came the words "You are two of the most amazing women I have ever met. Thank you for being in my life."

There was a gift card as well, but it cannot compare to those simple words which fuilled our hearts with pride and touched us deeply.

Sometimes it is the reflection that we see that can give us strength and push us onward. Sometimes that reflection will beat us down and reflect nothing but our doubts, our insecurities and out fears.

Sometimes it is the reflection seen through the eyes of others that is more truthful, and can touch our souls. Sometimes that will give you more strength than you know was possessed and send you on to face the world once more.

Reflections are powerful things.

“An author doesn't necessarily understand the meaning of his own story better than anyone else.” ~ Lewis Caroll, Alice in Wonderland

A++++ Would LOL again.

So there's a possibility that in order to fix my right ankle, I'll need surgery. And if that's the
case, then I'll definitely need surgery for the left ankle as well.
Well.

Fuck.

I'm hoping that the more I worry about it actually happening, the orthopedic doc will be like 'Psssh, as if. Here, have these magical fix-all shoes.' And the angel chorus will sing, unicorns will shit rainbows, and I'll flounce across a mile and a half track amid flower petals and puppies bouncing along happily at my side in under 17 minutes.

If not, well... Either way, my separation will be under honorable circumstances, because running simply hurts too much for me to have to do it constantly to stay within the fitness parameters. Certainly, I can run if my life depended on it, but I'll be hurting long afterward. :\

I just helped build a house! :D Now I can't move my thumb!

This is the tale of a director who spent 300 dollars to make a youtube video, was noticed and given 30 million by Sam Raimi's production house to make a real movie. Full story at

From Uruguay to Hollywood

Effin amazing... really gives you a man-in-the-street view of just what it is like to have giant robots invade your town.

Fuck you.

*puts ice on knee* :|

What to post...

Um. Nothing of value has happened. Though the one mule at the shop hates me. I can never get it started and I seem to kill the battery all the time. Starting to become unsure if I want to stay in for 20, or get out of dodge as soon as my enlistment ends. I'm pretty sure it's the weather that's making me so apathetic and cranky. I've been aching everywhere for the past few days while not getting sick, so I'm coming to the slow conclusion that it's weather that's making me hurt all over. I do not like the cold. At all. BAAAW.

The headaches have returned, so I'm at a loss as to what it is. :\ Maybe it was combination sinus and wisdom teeth, and now it's just sinus. Augh. This sucks, I've almost fallen asleep in the hangar on fire guard duty because my head just aches, and today was pretty bad. I couldn't think straight enough to formulate the words I was thinking (if that makes sense? I knew what I wanted to say, I just couldn't think enough to say it).
Am irritated at the passive aggressive-ness of one of my shop-mates, but then again, I'm a champ at it too, so I have no room to bitch.

Want to buy fabric so I can make new curtains now that I'm a little more confident with a sewing machine. ;o; Alas, I have no money. I'm power-paying on my laser hair removal loan (and speaking of that, I need to get on AmeriLaser's ass... I'm not heard from them since before Thanksgiving and they were supposed to call), then gonna work on my two small credit card debts before paying off the smaller student loan then attacking my car. Or I might try to attack my car loan at the same time as my laser loan. Hmmm.... I'd have virtually no money for anything though. :\ Damn. I want to pay everything off as quickly as possible. I do not like having debt, at all.

On other news, I'm sort-of apathetically tying myself up in knots. I'm due for a fit test the first week of Jan and... Haven't worked out at all. And I need to get on a wavier for my ankle so I can do the bike test instead of run a mile and a hald, because, yeah. The therapist has blatantly said there's no way to fix it. I'm fucked for life with both ankles. Yaaaaay. (Oh, I can run just fine, it's just painful and causes a lot of soft tissue damage afterward.)

I get an e-mail this morning alerting me that my prof sent in the rec at about 8am, and he e-mailed me to say he did that, would do CMU by the 20th, and 'thanks for the reminders.' I can't tell if this is snide or what. I just hate having to play the 'don't piss off people above you' game, and I feel like I'm losing respect from every single one of my professors that I had any rapport to begin with. Ugh. I have no professors I can even ask for guidance from, and the smallness of the department just makes it so... I don't know. I know they all talk about us, and while that didn't bother me before, it's suddenly looming over my head that my professors could easily be talking bad about me behind my back, and every little mess-up I do is broadcasted to the entire CS faculty. I guess I'll be gone soon, at least, but my love of the department has quickly deteriorated because of my epic paranoia.

So, two apps are due tonight - Carnegie Mellon and U of Washington. I've done my part, yaaaaay, except I didn't do it enough, apparently, because one of my profs and his letter of rec are AWOL. While this is okay for CMU, since recs aren't due until the 20th...well. U of Washington, not so much. Hopefully he'll submit in the next 30 minutes, or I'm screwed at one of the two universities I really wanted to go to. Oh well, I guess. Sent two e-mails and called once. I guess that's all I can really do now, though I'm mad I wasn't on his case more over the past few days. I'm so worried about sounding annoying that I kinda dropped the ball on this one. This is kind of a bad semester. Blah. Might have to hunt down another professor and beg for a really short notice one for CMU.

...I kvetched til my mother took me to see a mall Santa. We waited on line until the happy moment when I crawled up on his lap, scrutinized his punum, and said, "Hey! Your beard is scotch-taped on!"

And proceeded to pull it off.

And was yanked off his lap faster than you can say "Blintzen".

Bad, bad wee Joo. No Xmas prezzies for yoo:)

Yeeees, I should be getting all my leave back in Jan.

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Then it wouldn't be het... Technically speaking, of course.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIzHgv5Pj48&feature=player_embedded

I really need to get off my ass and make short films. This is genius!

I AM PLEASED