chasing shadows again











Extra-special bonus points to anyone who recognizes the lyrics!  [Except for Carlos-the-Jackal.  I know he knows I know he knows.]  That song was, ironically, on my soundtrack while I took a train from the East Coast to Oregon before flying to the Land of Loud Birds to live.

I am moving away from Mississippi [which never really got its own little slogan name] and returning to my rightful home.  I will no longer be writing in exile!  To celebrate, there will be drinks!  And reunions!  Reunions with drinks!

Because I love nothing so much as not losing my cocktail recipes updating my blog, here are some potential fall-themed drinks for reunions!

Zombie Cocktail | Autumn Colors CocktailWarm Apple PieHot ‘n’ Spikey Texican Tailgate Cocoa [Note to self A: Create drink named Hot Drunken Hedgehog Cocoa  Note to self B: Find someone to illustrate this concept] |  Pumpkin Pie Martini



{October 13, 2009}   autumn stalks the lands

It does.  It becomes cold in the morning when I go out frolicking with emo-puppy in the dewy grass.

Fair enough, Internet.  He frolicks.  I stagger along and mutter curses because dawn is not an appropriate time for frolicking in my general opinion (unless one is still, perchance, awake).  Dog walks are even pre-coffee.

Because I have been living in the land of loud birds I have the cold tolerance of orchids.  To keep me from dying, Cryssy sent me a FOX HOODIE for my birthday!!!  Internet, I can have fox ears.  While my general opinion of hoodies with ears has been low, let me tell you I suddenly understand!  I made the squee noise when I opened the box.  I smiled when I held it up.  I smiled when I tried it on.  I smiled when I looked in the mirror.  I smiled when I though of how appalled everyone will be.  And now I am preparing to snuggle up with this hoodie, some rum, and either Neverwhere or Small Favor on audio CD.

Among my first projects when I finally get a job (wish me luck on my test to prove I am good enough to score an interview to become a bank teller!) will be to get a thermos that can hold hot drinks to drink while reading on the porch with this hoodie.  Autumn is my favorite season, and I should spend some time out in it.  Also, perhaps soon a hookah and then I can choose/mix flavors to match the books I am reading.  Ladies and gentlemen of the Internet, this idea pleases me greatly!  (Do feel free to leave suggestions in the comments.  🙂  I am interested to see what flavors you think books (or perhaps characters) should have.)  I realise that this is going to lead to drinks for books and me getting very, very drunk and perhaps dropping these books (or these drinks!) into either a snowdrift or a bath.  Or toasting marshmallows over candleflames in a Jack-o-lantern.

Okay, come to think of it – I might do that sober too.  The marshmallow bit.

Also – THANK YOU FOR FOX HOODIE, CRYSSY!!!  *kiss*  Fortune cookie!



Slightly.

I just keep falling off the face of the Internet.

I am still narrowing down which projects to play with and hope to have an update there soon.

I went to New Orleans with Carlos-the-Jackal and he bought me a delightful book For Neruda, For Chile which is a collection of poems written following the deaths of Pablo Neruda and Salvador Allende and the overthrowing of the government of Chile in 1973.  It seems to be a book that is hard to find (I of course walked into the store and there it was, humming softly and expectantly) and it is full of some poems best described as haunting – in the sense of both longing beauty and bloody apparitions.  I have not read all of the poems yet.  I cannot read them more than a few at a time.  They leave the sound of guns and the scent of blood and the soft, warm dampness of soil on a fresh grave in their wake.  War and death invade, twined in light and darkness and a slow cascade of syllables.  Pablo Neruda is the only poet I have begun a poem for, and finding this book prompts me to finish it.

Also – please go to see this post by Neil Gaiman.  Not because he writes glorious, glorious books (which he does).  Not because his blog is lovely to read, especially as we settle into fall and there can be mulled cider with it (which is true).  But because he has taken a stunning picture, and you should see it (it is set as the background for my laptop right now, so that I may continue to stare at it at will).



Today is full of things.  Carlos-the-Jackal and one of my other common people to babble at at random are gone.  Carlos-the-Jackal will return and demand I tell him things (even though he is the one who just went away!) so this post is so that when he returns, if I am out of words, he can still have them.  (And because anyone still reading this blog does indeed deserve both updates and cookies!)  Newer, excited, more boisterous words!  They will continue to frolic here.

Today I prepared a resume for an open casting that was abjectly ridiculous.  If they call me back, I may question some sanity.  Writing it was some of the most fun I’ve had here in Mississippi (it was fun, and that was during the euphoric phase of the month, which generally lasts about seven hours max, and is a great time when it happens).  I left with my mother and brother and headed down to casting (where we waited in line to fill out a form to be placed with a picture in a box) and then went to lunch.  On the way to casting we crossed the Mississippi River to Louisiana, a place I had never been until today.  It was for less than three minutes, but it was awesome!  Louisiana and I will see each other again, of course, because I will see New Orleans.

I am working on a lot of projects and am very excited!  I need to come up with a schedule, and then I will share some of these plans.  I am in a creative phase, but my creative phase begins with CHAOS!!! so some of these projects will likely not ever be completed, and I think it would be good if I waited until I knew which projects stood the chance of a snowball in a very hot fplace.  Hopefully creative will equal more blog.

Twitter is proving both awesome and distracting.  I have stumbled across things that have been awesome.  I love it when I can’t sleep.  At least until people are mostly sleeping and I have no updates and then start searching for more people to follow before the world ends because I am half asleep and must be distracted or creatures born of nightmares will twist their way out of the shadows.  This is a very real danger, and you should take it seriously.  I have very dangerous nightmares.  Post more on Twitter, or they will come for me.  For you.  For all of us.

Should you need to better understand what kind of world that would be, watch the Amon Saga.

Note to the universe: Ruby Tuesdays makes a tasty Pomegranate Lemonade.  The slight extra bit of something not perfect should be drowned in vodka.  It is served with vodka.  I recommend this.  (Just not with one’s family.  Unless you drink with your family.  As a general rule, I don’t.)  In the event my dreams do claw their way from shadow to substance, these drinks could be substituted for rum in the event of a rum shortage – or even for variety.  Consume many such drinks.  Duct tape, torches, rope, and cats are your friends.  Suspect everything else.  Sometimes suspect even those things which are your friends.



I am now located in Mississippi, the funnest state to spell (from now on tFStS!), where at random my neighbors bring offerings of food.  I still adore Sonic.  I plan to learn to make gumbo.  I am reading Downtown Owl, by Chuck Klosterman (who brought us Sex, Drugs, and Coco Puffs).  Downtown Owl has that sleepy, transcendent small-town aura down.

I am poking around the Internet reading about all manner of things, likely because while I find these sleepy, transcendent small-town auras to be endearing and beautiful, I am not meant to live in one.

Absinthe Hookah (technically the 26 Inch Amber Stargaze)

Absinthe Hookah (technically the 26 Inch Amber Stargaze)

I found this hookah, which immediately reminded me of absinthe!  Then I went off on a tangent of absinthe peekings (while debating the wisdom of getting licorice tobacco and adding a shot of absinthe to the base) and  found some interesting and pretty things.  Like the absinthe fountain, for when you want a little tap to drip water over your sugar cubes.  And some absinthe spoons so pretty I love them (even though they’re gold!).  Now tempted to drink absinthe with sugar and water (instead of straight, which is how I actually like it).

Pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty, pretty

I am now off to watch Naruto (because I have found that I greatly enjoy the RIDICULOUS NINJAS!) and have a pre-packaged mojito (that is really not comparable to the real thing but still tasty).  I have spent the night wondering what breakfast foods/tobacco flavors would go best with ridiculous ninja, and have decided that either pancakes/waffles and many tasty toppings or salmon soufflé and mimosas (with pink champagne, ladies and gentlemen) for the sheer absurdity will do.  The tobacco flavor I associate most strongly with this escapade is blueberry – extra interesting because I don’t actually eat blueberries.

Yes.  Really.  I have an affection for the ridiculous ninjas.

EDIT:  Adding also – absinthe soap!!! (With or without sugar!!!)



{June 4, 2008}   Flowers for ME!!!

Flowers Cryssy picked for me

So, today was the crazy at work, and I came home just in time to get an e-mail about flowers! They are not yet in my possession, but Cryssy is pressing them for me, and will make them into something and mail them to me!

Also–I date two ultra-awesome womens now! Cryssy has joined my legion of minions other lovers in slavery to my every whim absolute bliss.



I am in the process of bleaching my hair. The bleach that I normally use is not findable here, so I got bleach from Pop Gothic. High maintenance bleach! First it wants me to mix it, fair enough. I did that before. Then it wants me to apply it – fair enough, to work on hair it should touch hair. Then it wants me to wrap my hair in plastic and blowdry until done! Um…hello…effort? I miss my ‘apply and leave on 90 minutes’ bleach. This states I may have to blowdry my hair for 60 minutes! So…this opening is a break from blow-drying. Which I shall now resume. Back when I get tired of holding a blow dryer again!

And done with that! The dryer blew my darling little plastic turban apart. I’ll let it cool (as ordered) then rinse and shampoo and apply toning conditioner. I definitely need to switch back to my old bleach (though the color this one turned my hair in more like 25 minutes is as promising as the 90 minute time of the other one. Seriously. My old response to hair dye was to do it and hang out with people.

Who wants to come to a hair dying party? We can has hair dyes and daiquiris and maybe even manicures! Most. Fun. Ever. We can even has pre-dying lingerie shopping! Lingerie…finger sandwiches…chocolate…daiquiris…hair dye…. Movies? We could always mock porn. It seems appropriate, somehow.

I can’t wait to move back to where I have the people for that. I miss doing things like that. Immensely.

Off to rinse!

My hair is, in fact, quite pale yellow. It has toner in it, which should be rinsed out soon. Like 10-15 minutes. Meanwhile, picture for you!

The Secret: I miss the people I meet in my dreams.

The Picture:

funny pictures
moar funny pictures

I will admit…my hair is almost white. It is impressive. But…I don’t need white, only pale enough blue dye is more noticable than a highlight. Still…impressive.



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