Nervous World

2004-01-04T00:33:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year. Rah rah Rah. I really do suck at keeping my life up to date for people. It's not that I don't have things to say. I'm sure that I could come up with a shitload of things to say, but it would be pants..and no one wants to read pants, now do they? I thought not.

So I am currently sitting here with Trading Spaces (crap American Changing Rooms rip off) on telly in the background, and Linkin Park on my computer (through the headphones). It's my iPod mix, mostly Radiohead, Coldplay, Linkin Park, Dodgy, the Hives, Outkast, Travis, The White Stripes and erm..the Doves and the Strokes. Wasn't that enlightening for you? Yeah, I thought so.

Weather is still inconsistent here. 65 degrees today, and 60's tomorrow as well, then back down to the 30's later in the week. It just needs to stay either warm or cold or something.

Hmmmm, I am finding I like Limewire, but they really do suck for finding films. Great for software though.

I am playing at making my own films now. That's not to say that I am good at making them at all. Just that I do it. I made one little video for my current Harry Potter Slash story, using stills from the film (still haven't learnt how to get clips yet) and it actually turned out well, all things considered. Of course, this is not saying a whole hell of a lot.

I am still writing the Potter Porn, although mine is not really porn. I've never linked to my stories here, mainly because I don't have the confidence to share them with people that I know are reading, like Terry. Ah yes...I do know you are a faithful reader Terry! I suppose I am just an insecure bundle of human flesh and frailty. 'Nuff said.

The cats are wreaking havoc around the house and I am on my last nerve. So I might go see about selling them on E-Bay. Be warned!

Adios...

Sher, Purveyor of Potter Porn

2003-12-15T16:16:00.000-05:00

Ho ho ho, and all that crap. Greetings from the reluctant blogger.

Not much happening here. Inconsistent weather, major eye distress, life is amazing! I certainly hope things are better for all of you.

I suppose I just stopped by to make sure that everyone knows that I'm alive. *jumps up and down* Yes, I'm amongst the living.

I was going to talk about something here, but as soon as the thought came to me, it fled. My mind is like a sieve. Oh, I remeber now. Duh! In October, we got Powerbooks, which are really quite nice. Mine got wet the first week out, and thankfully, homeowners insurance paid for the repairs. How bad does it suck that my poor poor Mac died in one week? Can you say "distraught?" I know I could. And did. Oh well, it's in the past and my Mac is home and happy where it belongs.

I'm not looking foreard to Christmas. I know, it's supposed to be about the spirit and all, but the spirit is just not coming to me. We can't afford to buy any pressies for anyone, so it kind of takes the wind out of my sails. This is where everyone begins to tell me about the spirit of Christmas not being about giving gifts and all that. But I'm afraid I've heard it all already. Gosh, I pretty much repeat that mantra myself to all and sundry. Too bad I'm unable to practice what I preach.

I'm still writing what Kerry calls "Potter Porn" although she has not called it this in a long time, and has been quite supportive about it, going so far as to even read my stories. Makes my day!

Oh well, enough drivel.

Over and out

2003-09-04T12:14:00.000-04:00

Hello there, patient people! Yes, it's been a while since I made an update here. It truly smacks of my inconsistant nature..my apologies. I've been writing my stories, and so it keeps me a bit busy. That, coupled with my inability to make small talk kind of makes me a reluctant blogger. I really don't like to talk about myself.

I will say that it is more than time for the rain and crappy weather to end. We've had storms here nearly every night, and it's getting old.

See, I have nothing to say. Perhaps I will finish the fifth Harry Potter book..

2003-08-27T16:30:00.000-04:00

Okay, I have been very bad about updating this damn thing. I don't think there are enough hours in the day to do all the things I would like to do. Not that I have all that many things to do in a days time. I guess I just feel the need to place the blame somewhere other than on myself. Some days I wish I still had my little internet radio station so I could just ramble my day away, but knowing me, once I had it, I would lose interest and it would end up being a huge waste of money. I know myself too well, I reckon.

Anyway, for those keeping score, I am alive and well and bored out of my fucking mind. I guess it's my problem because I don't do anything to alleviate it. I could take up writing more slash fiction, if my mind would cooperate. Or if I could even get a decent plot in my head to write about. I don't do well with PWP (Plot? What plot?) type stories. Ah, well. I guess there are worse things than sitting here on me tod, bored to tears. I could be dead. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Do you ever notice that when you are a child, the years seem to crawl by, but once you are an adult they just whiz right past you? Maybe it can be compared to the long trip you take to visit relatives or see a good concert. The anticipation of getting there makes the time crawl by. But the trip home appears to take no time at all. Perhaps, going up the hill of life takes a long time when you are young, but once you hit that peak and begin going down the hill...well...you get the point.

Oh, I just did something productive! I cleaned up dog piss from the dining room floor. And let me tell you, that was the highlight of my entire day. No, really! I think that's my cue to close this entry for the day.

Ciao

"Don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel"

2003-08-22T20:30:00.000-04:00

It's finally over. At least part of it, anyway. The continuing saga of the 'rents and their new house has finally come to it's fruitful conclusion. The check has been cut and the money is in the bank. Whew.

Kerry told me an interesting story about a customer that bought a cut price sofa from their furniture store. First of all, she got $700.00 off the ticket price, then she bitched about the $29.00 delivery fee. So they delivered it for free. Next thing you know, she calls up and tells the sales staff that the delivery man had brought in the pillows for the sofa by carrying them under his arms. She was disgusted by this and demanded new pillows because she could not put her head on them now. She didn't know if he was smelly or not. I really should ask her to recount some of the more interesting customer service issues that come up during her working day. I'm sure it would be quite entertaining.

Not much more to say here. Very strange stuff on America's Funniest Home Videos. Very odd...

Ciao!

S

2003-08-20T12:36:00.000-04:00

I should really be careful what I wish for. Been whinging about not being able to get in the pool because of the weather. So today it's hotter than hades out there, and I am gonna try to find my swim suit and go floating about in my line green lounger. *sigh*

Now, for the next chapter in the continuing saga of the parental units and the moving house debacle. It seems the real estate agent has been acting as a dual agent without disclosing this fact to the 'rents. Yesterday was supposed to be the actual settlement, but lo and behold there was a power outage in Atlanta, where the funds were coming from. Then the excuse was that their computer system had a worm. The week before that (when the settlement was supposed to have taken place) the buyers lender backed out because the cheap ass buyer decided to change the name on the loan application and of course, at the last minute it was declined. The days that followed found the buyer trying to get a better interest rate on the financing. It's a bloody nightmare. The added stress just manages to cause everyone to be a bit cranky. I just want it to end. Like, yesterday.

Today is the 20th of August. I guess I didn't win the free tickets to see Radiohead at Meriwether Post Pavillion. I'm gutted. Of course, it's a Wednesday, and getting to the other side of the bay is a long drive, and Kerry is working. So I suppose I need to enter the contest to see them in New York City. Although I am not so keen on seeing them in a huge venue like Madison Square Garden. Personally, I prefer more intimate settings for concerts, and I like to be very close to the stage. Oh well.

On that downer, I shall close this blog for now. Later!

Sher

2003-08-19T20:13:00.000-04:00

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2003-08-19T19:55:00.000-04:00

Pain sucks. Flat out, no holds barred. It stinks. If it's not my low back, it's something else. Okay. That's it for my pity party. At least the public version of it.

There are people in this world who will not think twice about stabbing people in the back in the pursuit of their own self interest. We are seeing this first hand now with Kerry's mom and the greasy git she sold her business to. Apparently, he planned to screw them from the start. He set up a corporation (which is not in good standing) and then proceeded to do everythying within his power to walk away with everything. He stopped making payments, stop paying rent on the building, and has made life for all concerned a living hell. All I have to say is karma is a bitch, mother fucker. Not only did he screw an elderly woman out of her business, she was forced to sell her house because of this lawsuit. To top it off, he and his bitch wife began double billing insurance companies and Medicare, and that is being investigated as we speak. His latest tactic is to say that if he wins the lawsuit, he is going to take the office building. So we keep telling Kers mom that this building needs to be in a trust to preotect it from being taken. Hopefully, she will get this done. Oh, he also walked out of that building with every bit of equipment that was in the office. Tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment was taken, and he is able to do so because he made the business a corporation. Never mind that this so called corporation was paid for on the internet for 99.00 bucks, and that it never had meetings, it never had investors, and it is not in good standing. Because he is hiding behind a corporation, he can rob a little old lady blind. So needless to say, things here are quite stressful. I won't even go into the problems with the new house her mom had to buy. A fucking travesty.

That's it for my bitch and moan fest. I wish I was not in such a mood, but sometimes I just can't help it. Oh, one last thing. I hate apostrophes. Now I just need to make sure that the topic does not stray to Asian babies. NAB! Ever!

Okay, Kerry wants me to specify here that we did not mean for the Asian Baby post to be offensive. She says that she just thinks they are cuter than caucasian babies, and that Asian people in general are prettier. And I agree with her on this point. That Kerry, she is so PC! :) My stance is not that I don't want an Asian baby, I just don't want ANY babies! I'm too old for babies, and I don't want to be 54 years old heading into the pre-teen years. Do I seem like I have to justify my position?

Big Brother is on, so time to close the blog! Talk about some back stabbers!

Thank you, and goodnight.

Ciao!

S

2003-08-18T21:09:00.000-04:00

NO ASIAN BABIES!

Kerry is under the impression that she wants an Asian baby. You see, we get Chinese food from a little restaurant up the street from us. There is a couple there who are always smiling, so we have nicknamed them Happy Man and Happy Woman. The Happy Family just gave birth to Happy Baby, and now Kerry wants a cute Asian baby. As much as I love her, there is no way there will be ANY baby here, other than the fur babies we already give a home to. No Asian babies, no Romanian babies, no Vietnamese babies, and no Bosnian babies. No babies. Full stop.

Thank you and goodnight!

S

P.S. Kerry seems to have forgotten the teen age years we went through in the not so distant past. So this message will serve as a reminder to her about the sheer unmitigated hell teen agers can be. Just remember those old days..Ker. And repeat after me....."No Asian Babies!"

2003-08-18T17:21:00.000-04:00

Well, my efforts to shame Kerry into making an entry are thusfar futile. Of course, I am not the best at causing shame, but I'm sure I could threaten to forward the tape on which she is 5 years old and singing "Little Mary Sunshine" to everyone requesting a copy. Free of charge, even. Not including shipping and handing. Very much worth it. That's all I'm going to say about it.

BBCAmerica has the funniest program we have seen in a long time. It's called 3 Non-Blondes, and it's a hidden camera type show that features Tameka Empson, who was excellent as "Leah" in "Beautiful Thing." Other Non-Blondes are Ninia Benjamin, who has done stand-up, and Jocelyn Jee Esien, who also does stand-up. I don't think I have laughed so much as I have watching this show. The premise is that these ladies run about the streets of London as certain characters, doing some very strange things that would make you go 'hmmm.' Some of the stand out characters are 'Police woman,' who is always doing funny things, then saying "as you were." Last night she had handcuffed herself to a fence, and got some Phil Mitchell (Eastenders) lookalike to pick her lock. Then there is the 'ASK lady.' ASK stands for Animals Seeking Kindness, and the lady wears a little sash and carries a tin for donations. But she never gets donations, just says things like "go on then, chase me" and "lick my face." The other funny character is the 'Singer wannabe' who goes into the record shop and puts on a set of headphones, then begins to belt out things like Tina Turners "What's Love Got to Do With it?" and Kate Bushes "Wuthering Heights." The latter was absolutely hilarious..she is literally screeching the lyrics. "Heathcliff, it's me I'm Cathy I've come home.." Priceless. If you get BBCAmerica, I highly recommend it. Easily 5 stars! One other show I enjoy on BBCAmerica is The Office. My favourite conversation from this show is this one, between David, the manager, and Gareth, the brown nose. Mind you, all this is said with a perfectly straight face: "David: "You do not punish anyone, Dutch or otherwise, for having big boobs." Gareth: "If anything, they should be rewarded." David: "They should be equal" Gareth: "Women are equal." David: "I've always said that." Hilarious! Oooh, I have just noticed you can see a clip of this for yourself. Just go HERE and click box number 9 "Download Porn." Another great clip is number 3 "Sack your Staff." Ahhh, I have found that they have a clip of the "Freelove Freeway"song that the "David" character sings, with backing vocals at the end by the "Gareth" character. How many offices do you have a manager playing acoustic guitar and singing about "Free Love?" LOL! Go

Would you believe they are still going on about the blasted Blackout 2003 shit?? Good grief, you'd think that a giant dump had been taken on New York City or something. At least they are not trying to...well...to do THIS. Although it's pretty easy to do, apparently. Certainly can't take the responsibility on the shoulders of the good ole US of A, now can we? Of course, Canadian Neil Young performed a song several years ago called "Ohio." Ironic, don't you think? I have re-written the first stanza of the song, just sing it to the tune of "Ohio." "Niagara-Mohawk's failing~Gone into overload~This summer they'll fear the blackout~Blame it on OHIO." I couldn't be arsed to write another stanza, so you just have to pretend that this is all there is to the song. ;)

Can you imagine locking your 2 small children in an SUV in 90 degree weather, then going in to your place of employment? Then, after 2 whole hours of them being strapped in their car seats, in the heat, you suddenly remember that you have left them in the vehicle?? How does one forget they have left two toddler aged children in a closed vehicle? And why would someone take their children with them when they were going to work? Unfucking believable. Of course, this very responisble parent has pleaded not guilty in regard to the deaths of his small children.. " 'Scuse me, Judge, but I forgot they were in the car.." Whatever.

Enough rant from me. I'm sure that Kerry is dying to read this thing. :) Hope you enjoy it!

Sher

2003-08-17T15:33:00.000-04:00

Our sunshine has returned, and I am feeling as though I should get out in the pool, making the best use if the sun while we still have it. You never know when it's gonna decide to be obscured by clouds. (10 points to the first person to catch the musical refence prior to this mention.)

Does anyone other than me watch Time Team on History International? I love this show, but I find it absolutely hilarious when they find a bit of metal, a scrap of pottery or some other rubbish that could be of historical signifigance. Little Tony (he of the sad knit cap) gets all cheery and excited. "Hey look at that!! What is it? I don't know what it is!" That was the long haired bloke, his name escapes me right now. Oh, I think he is called Phil. They are looking for the original Wedgewood plant on this particular episode. They've found a whole shit load of pottery/china or whatever it is they are searching for. I also love the little geophysics maps they do, that find little irregularities in the landscape, pointing to former forts, huts, villages and Roman roads. They seem very pleased whenever they find something Roman, be it coins, pottery or even rubbish. Of course, the music is very reverential as they comb through their treasure... They came to Maryland for an episode to go through the original St. Mary's Fort. This is on the western side of the Chesapeake. So anyway, I do like this show, I love things that have to do with historical topics.

Whoa! Our washing machine sounds like it's walking across the laundry room floor. Talk about inbalance! Ker has tried to redistribute the load..personally, I think she just wants the laundry done so quickly that she made the load so large that it just can't help being off balance. Can't say that I blame her either.

Kerry listens to some internet radio station at work and heard a pretty good artist called Tom McRae. His new album is called "Just Like Blood." Now here is the funny part. Ker is always joking about my Radiohead obsession, and how it is music to slit your wrists by. Well, in reading the Tom McRae site, I found this lovely poem, from where "Just Like Blood" gets its name. I won't type it out here, just go read it. It made me smile when I read it. You think I ought to give her a hard time? Nah..I'm too nice for that. *wink*

Well, that's it for me, for now. I need to shame Kerry into posting here again. Yes, I am so very nice...

Sher

"That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here"

2003-08-16T09:52:00.000-04:00

Good morning, world. The jungle we call a lawn is supposed to me mowed today, but it looks like it has rained. I hope this won't prevent the lawn from being cut. The dogs are getting increasingly difficult to take out for potty.

Maybe today I will remove the blogathon links from this blog, considering the blogathon has already taken place.. lol. I am not too talkative in the morning, so I am just going to briefly say hello, then get on with whatever it is I am going to do this morning. I am washing a load of clothes, then having a shower. Sounds tres exciting, yes? ;) Thought so..

2003-08-15T16:33:00.000-04:00

I can't imagine why we need 24/7 coverage of a major blackout that has absolutely no effect on us. And why a station in NYC is broadcasting to a twon without power. Sounds kind of like a song.."If I have to live in a town without power.." I do sympathise with those who are powerless, but enough already. The damn power is out and blabbing all freaking day about it is not gonna bring it back any faster. Talk about a crippled city..

I wish I had the energy to keep this blog up every single day, but I just don't. In the summer it is so hot and I am frequently left feeling like a limp ass dishrag. I don't understand why Kerry doesn't make her presence known here more often than she has. Sometimes my mind just curls up with the responsibility of saying something, anything, of worth. She keeps telling me that this is my thing, but I really went into it under the assumption that she would be making some entries as well. She should not deprive the world of her humour, and heaven knows I could use a good laugh now and again.

Speaking of laughs..there is a new advert for "Zoloft." It features the egg people that the first ad did, but these egg people moan and whimper in a most peculiar way. I guess it is not enough to describe it, it must be heard to be believed.

Well, it's after four pm here where I am, and I am really bored fucking stiff. I was reading some Potter fic, and listening to Radiohead, because the tv is intent on milking the blackout for all it's worth. I only hop that this does not go on the rest of tonight. It would surely be a pain in my ass. Not literally, of course.

A really good rant would be good now, but to be honest, I can't find anything to rant about right now. Which is kind of a cop-out, because there is a lot to rant about in this world we live in, but I can seem to work my ire up. Give me some time, and I am certain I can find something to bitch and moan about. Maybe Spam Mail..considering everyone, barring the pope and his minions, has sent me some kind of crap e-mail. They either want me to join their money making scheme, enlarge my penis, buy clothes, win a million dollars or some other stupid bullshit. Or sell me a computer, computer supplies, ink, paper, a new printer. It's fucking endless.

My friend is convinced that computers are a portal to hell. That a computer is satans plaything. Which I guess is justifiable, since she lost her partner to an internet romance. Although I tend to think that the romance was doomed from the start, because of the glaring age difference. Oh well.

Gonna post this and call her up and yack, since her mom is in part of the *gasp* blackout area.

Let Down

"Transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
One day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Let down,
Let down,
Let down.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction, [You know where you are,]
hysterical and useless [you know where you are,]
hysterical and [you know where you are,]

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around"

2003-08-14T23:57:00.000-04:00

Remiss, remiss, remiss. I've not even kept up with this blog in the recent past. Sometimes I'm not sure that there is really anyone reading it anyway.

So what about that massive power outage in the Northeastern USA? We were lucky and did not lose any power. However, the whole debacle makes me want to invest in a nice, big generator. Even though we live out in the sticks. How would I be online if we lost power??

I'm feeling exceptionally weird things tonight. Like, one of my sleeves feels decidedly wet, but is not. Both of my arms feel like they are burning, but they're not. And I am aware that our air conditioning is on, but I'm still feeling overheated. This sucks.

We are getting a new bed!! King size, we have dogs to consider! LOL! I ordered the platform for it today. I think we are going to go for a semi-minimalist approach. Maybe slightly zen, using shades of grey and chocolate. Eventually, we'd like to rip up the carpet in there and do something different. *sigh*

What the hell is Liz Hendrickson (Maggie Stone on AMC) doing on a damn Lowes commercial? Hell, she's getting more airtime in that damn commercial than her character on All My Children gets in a weeks time. That's sad.

We had Sparkle Wash come and make our house sparkle. And oh my, it surely does! I've never seen our house so clean. And the steps as well.

I wish I was more verbose this evening, but I'm not. Sorry. This damn arm burning is getting on my nerves. Literally!

"England called. They want their rain back.."

2003-08-04T18:11:00.000-04:00

Blah blah blah blah blah. That's my message of the day. Brought to you by the letter "F."

I am writing some fan fiction, and I am experiencing a huge case of writers block. Six pages and 2394 words..and my story is not even half finished. August the 10th is the last day of this particular fest. Today is the 4th, which only leaves six days for me to complete. Oh the pressure! Or the stress! ;) Oh, alright. Oh the masochism!! Stress and pressure, all self inflicted. Don't you feel pity for me?? NO!!? Hmph.

Poor Bodhi has a heat rash or something, so we have spread some anti-itch cream on it. My job now is to make sure he does not lick the stuff off. Of course, I think it would be odd to see a dog lick his own chest. I guess their joints allow for this, though. Anyway, I guess I need to allow him to lick my dress so he gets his mind off of licking his chest. If there is one thing that really gives me the willies, it's my clothing being licked. What a *squicky* feeling that is.

Bodhi has decided he does not wish to stay on my lap. So be that way then! He just wants to be able to do random licking. Kerry has found a nifty new toy for Bodhi. It's a little red laser pointer. She will make the red spot dance across the wall, and he runs madly after it. And he even knows that it is called "red spot." And he even knows where we sit it after using it to tease him. Not a dumb dog, our Bodhi.

I guess this is all I feel up to mentioning today. Other than the love I have for the Social Security Administration. You shall be getting my first born...

S

2003-08-03T12:17:00.000-04:00

I apologise for the lack of updates recently. I will make up for it today.

I notice that I asked you to remind me to mention the breast cancer story, so I am going to tell this sad, sorry tale today. Maybe I can even persuade Ker to inject her point of view in regard to this.

A few months ago, Kerry found a little red spot on one of her breasts. Of course, she knew it was breast cancer and that it was going to claim her life. Now, you know we have little dogs that love to be on our laps or sleeping on our chests (as Bodhi is with me right now). They have poking little feet that can leave bruises on tender places. Well, Bodhi had jumped on Kerry, which left this red mark. But she only saw cancer. Right away she was online researching red marks on the breast. And you know it came back as something cancerous, I forget which ones they were. But she had it, and was dying. I eventually came online and looked up the form of deadly cancer she had and found a picture to ease her mind. Did it ease her mind? No. Then she went on about the fact that one boob was bigger than the other. I had to point out to her that everyone has one bigger than the other, and it was nothing to worry about. I pointed out that the picture showed a massive, swollen red imflammed breast, which hers was not. But this did not ease her mind. One thing you never should do to a Health Anxiety person is suggest they see a doctor. But I suggested this. "You think it's something serious that needs a doctor??" "No, I think that you need to see a doctor for your own piece of mind." *sigh* By this time, Kerry is alternating ice and heat on that red mark. This only serves to make the mark more prominent. Ever the supportive partner, I ask her "How do you expect it to go away if you continue to mess with it?" I tell her she is not to put ice or heat on it, so she finds something else to put on it. Some kind of cream. I forget what kind of cream or ointment it was, perhaps she will step in and tell me. At any rate, she is icing and heating it, then lotioning it, and icing and heating some more. No wonder the red mark remained!! It was probably burned red from all the ice and heat. I think she eventually stopped messing with it, and it finally faded into nothingness. Thank god. We had to deal with that mark for well over a month.

I hate bill collectors. You can always tell when they are calling, because the Caller ID reads "Unknown Caller." They try to act like they are your best friend.."Is Sherry home?" "No," I reply. "She's not here right now, can I take a message?" LOL. Kerry just picks up the phone, then hangs it up. She likes to make them pay for their calls. So it seems like, oooops! Our phone is malfunctioning. I mention bill collectors because one just called. Bastards.

I think you must all clamour for the return of Kerry in this blog. Comments to that effect will be gratefully acknowledged and very much appreciated. Thanks!

Ciao for now!

Sher

2003-07-29T00:30:00.000-04:00

Actually, she never smelled of the chippy. She had more of a steamed shrimp scent about her. You see, here in Maryland, shrimp is steamed in vinegar and Old Bay..and the vinegar really did make me think of steamed shrimp. I even told her that. Fish and chips my arse!

Remind me one day to tell you the breast cancer story. It's pretty good. Since she brought it up, perhaps I should have her tell the whole sad and sorry tale. Of course..I could also tell it. *evil grin* But it's bedtime for me...so the story will have to wait. Good-night, John Boy..

*cue folksy music here*

S

2003-07-28T19:44:00.000-04:00

Sherry has asked me on numerous occassions to add something of meaning to this blog. I am usually at a loss for things to say but recently I had a near death experience which has caused me to do a great deal of thinking and thus writing. First a bit of background. I am what you would call a teeny bit of a hypochondriac (ok, I am bordering on certifiable). I prefer to say I suffer from Health Anxiety (sounds much more debilitating and pity enducing doesn't it?). HA as we call it is when one believes and/or worries that they are teeming with incurable diseases that will lash out and end their lives at any moment. Well I haven't had any major freak outs since "the breast cancer thing" (as it has become affectionately known to myself and those I annoyed with it) back in January. Well then last Sunday I was outside trimming some hedges and I felt this little prick sensation on my upper arm. I looked around quickly and saw something black. My first reaction was to swat at it (normal human survival maneuver I have perfected) and as I did it flew up and bounced off my forearm. I immediately felt a stinging sensation there as well. I ran in the house realizing that I had just been stung by a very nasty potentially deadly Maryland Hedge Wasp (not the official latin name), not once but twice.

Once inside I asked dear sweet and calm to a fault Sherry what to do about wasp stings. Being the nerd that she is the internet was immediately accessed and as I sat there waiting for instruction as to what to do about the increasingly mind numbing burning sensation and red nasty swelling in my arm I saw this look of fear come over her face. "Ok" she said, "Is anything swelling up?"...well yeah...I've just been stung! "Are you having difficulty breathing?" At this point I was because my anxiety level was peaking, hyperventilation was eminent. "We need to watch you and see what happens". Watch me? What the hell does that mean? Watch me. And what will you be watching for? I envisioned myself toppling over onto the hard Pergo floor writhing in absolute agony and her saying "Hmm..wow..that symptom wasn't listed". At this point I was sure that my life was at its end, flashes of a nasty childhood appeared before my potentially swelling eyes. All I wanted to know was how to stop the stinging and I was being told that at any moment my lungs may sieze up and my body would inflate like a big ugly party balloon.

After many agonizing moments and frantic pleadings for SOMETHING, ANYTHING to stop the sting I was told baking soda made into a paste. So there I stood at the sink with the entire box of baking soda making a gigantic mountain of gooey mess on my arm, and on the sink, and on the floor. It stopped the stinging almost immediately (ok maybe I would live). Vinegar I was then told..."it says put vinegar on a wasp sting". So out came the apple cider vinegar bottle and I poured it on with the frenzied abandon that only a person in the throes of a major insect induced anxiety attack can. For the next three or four hours I sat on the sofa, a big sticky white gooey fish and chips shop smelling mess waiting for my organs to begin rejecting me throwing me into anaphylaxic shock.

As luck would have it I did not lapse into any sort of allergic shock. I did however swell at the site of the sting and felt a bit sore for a number of hours. The redness eventually receded leaving only a small red war wound where the sting was on my lower arm. So a week goes by and all seems well. Then yesterday I am in the pool and I look at my arm and right there where the one sting was is a big red round mark circling the sting and it itches like crap. So I freak out again. I run in and wash it off and load it up with Cortisone cream. That was yesterday...today it is still red and I have been covering it with cortisone cream, anti-itch cream, calamine lotion. I have iced it, bathed it, blown on it, prayed to it, cussed at it and stared at if for hours on end to no avail..its still red. I am convinced that I am having some sort of allergic re-lapse and surely the arm will have to be removed or at least surgically altered. I have had to endure the stares of strangers in the grocery store as they see my arm coated in pink (surely I must be contagious), I have not slept well for fear of irritating it further if I put it under my pillow. I have avoided the pool (clorine is surely evil and can't do it any good). It has not been a good couple of days. So I decided to take Sher up on her invite to add to the Blog and in doing so express my displeasure with my own immune system. Hopefully by the time I post again I will have recovered from this affliction and more likely will have developed another even more disturbing malady. Like they say, what does not destroy me only makes me stronger....or irritable, whichever the case may be.

(Sher adds: I'll give you irritable...)

2003-07-28T11:42:00.000-04:00

I'm performing a test. This is way fun!

Charlie and Bodhi

2003-07-27T13:18:00.000-04:00

I'll post you an update here. I went to sleep at about 6:50 AM. I tried to stay for the whole thing, but my shoulder and neck was really starting to hurt. I am sitting here now with ice packs behind my shoulder to help make it feel better, plus I took 2 Aleve. All in all, I should recover by the days end.

I woke up at 11:44AM. Even though I didn't make it the whole time, I feel I made a respectable showing. I think that I am out of words to say now, so I am going to just close off for the day. Thanks for all the support, and many thanks to all the people who read and commented. I had a great time. I'll be back tomorrow. So until then..bye!

Sher

2003-07-27T06:44:00.000-04:00

Someone mentioned KrispyKremes. That would be really good right about now. Fresh, hot KrispyKremes. I won't focus on that. Instead, I shall focus in my lower limbs which have lost a good portion of their sensort capabikity. Meaning rhey can't feel shit, other than the imaginary pins thar are poking me. And I think I am a wuss. I stayed till 6:3o AM, or maybe even 7AM. Much better than I thought I would do.

I'm a big old wuss. This wuss has decided her neck hurts too bad to do anything. So this is really my last post. It is gonna come early too, My blog has premature ejaculation problems. will, it would if it had a penis. But it's just a blog, and that means it's only brught to life throgh what I give to it. But I say it has no penis. So there. That Leptoprin lady is back on my television, and XTC is doing "Senses Working Overtime" Okay, I am noe not able to see, and this means I habve overdone. So I am the wuss. Good morning my vry worthy co-bloggers. I salute you, or would if I could see. LOL

Sher, really going now

Now Playing: yazoo "Only You"

goodnight

2003-07-27T06:27:00.000-04:00

Now playing: Sid Vicious "My Way"

I'm sure that there is not much I can do to describe this song. It starts out really erm...odd..but after it kicks in this is not so bad. I guess it has it's novelty value.

Gonna close my yahoo thingie. It's serving no purpose. I think from here on out, I leave all of my typods, just so yuo can see hopw frucking out if uit I am. I mean, I spelled novelty with an i...wtf is thar all about?

Hmm, you know..it os 6am here now. I could cheat and say I was here till 6 lol. But i've let yiou all in on mt devious plan, so who would it help? Not me. So, typos are pretty prevalent here now. Can't be arsed to fix the buggers.

I have a doggie cuddled next to my ass. What a comforting feeling. Oh they are both sleeping there. How nice. I just hate when they lick my sheets, or worse, my ass. EEEK!! They are behaving this morning.

Now playing: When in Rome "The Promise"

"I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I plan them to be
And if I had to walk the world I'd make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will"

for you

2003-07-27T06:00:00.000-04:00

Hmmmm, that wuss comment really got to me. So guess what? I'm still here! If you can stand the typos and all..then good for you! I keep hitting the @ instead if ! So then, my posrs will be less elaborate, and I may well still go to sleep. My neck is fucking killing me from this position..

2003-07-27T05:27:00.000-04:00

You know, I don't think my sponsors would mind if I went to sleep now. You know it's bad when you spend a half an hour typing ZEBU. I'm not being read at this point, and Kerry and my boys are fast asleep. So I might join them all in slumberland.

Now playing: Tool "Aemima"

Good-night to all and sundry. My thanks to my sponsors craicgirl, Soosie Poosie, Katherine and Terry. Sorry I crapped out at 5:30 AM. I give you all permission to call me wuss. Thanks to Tim and Craig for keeping me company for part of this madness. Thanks to Terry for trying. And love to Kerry..who fixes all things broken, myself included. Thanks to Bodhi and Charlie for providing me with a plethora of material. And thanks to those of you that read and commented. I had such a good time, despite getting a bit giddy here at the end.

It's only fitting that I sign off with Radiohead. Kerry won't see me cry (this one is a weeper, folks!) nor will she hear it to slit her own wrists. (grin)

Now playing: Radiohead "Street Spirit (Fade Out)

"Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE"

2003-07-27T04:59:00.000-04:00

Kate poses a very interesting question on her blog. She asks the question "How many times can one person type "Zebu?" Funny you asked that. I am going to find out.

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I guess that answers that question. In half an hour, this is how many ZEBU's I, one person, could type. Not counting a quick e-mail..

Sher, giddy as fuck

2003-07-27T04:30:00.000-04:00

Now playing: The Stone Roses " She Bangs The Drums"

What an absolutely great song!

I can feel the earth begin to move
Hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours but the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Feed my gut and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her, here she comes
She bangs the drums

Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

Now, for the consiracy theory, read Onelovestory, and be prepared to read ALOT. For some kind of..follow-up to this tale read Reasons to believe. Uh huh..

"Let me put you in the picture
Let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister
Ain't no king man, she's my queen"

Five minutes....oooh, and now that delicious song by The Smiths is playing..

"I'm the son I am the heir..of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir...fof nothing in particular..."

No one does angst better than Morrisey!

Post!

2003-07-27T04:00:00.000-04:00

Must go to Mary and read the story called "POOP CIRCLES." Yes, POOP CIRCLES. I think this must be the night of scatology..I'm seeing shit almost everywhere!

Main Entry: 2scat

Function: noun
Etymology: perhaps from Greek skat-, skOr excrement -- more at SCATOLOGY
Date: 1927
: an animal fecal dropping

Yummy!

And for a truly great experience, go visit those wild and wonderful Weirdsmobiles! For the continuing saga of Batman! Hot snot on a platter! Yeah, bud! These blogs are enough to put you off your food! ;)

Although Kate and her weird Snape fic is a good rival for the off putting.. LOL I love it all.

5 more hours to go...

Sher, Stuck in the midddle...

2003-07-27T03:29:00.000-04:00

I had a post here, but the damn thing went bye bye. So I am gonna wing it. I totally forgot what I was gonna say anyway.

Ohhh I know. It was a rant about late night television. I don't give a rats ass what bowflex can do for me. And I don't care how expensive or powerful Leptoprin is. Too many infomercials. Tony Robbins wants me to be rich..okay. Give me the money.

You know..I can't be arsed to type too much here. So..this is gonna be the end of this entry. Just 4 more minutes to post... yay!

Now playing: Radiohead "Subterranean Homesick Alien"

2003-07-27T03:00:00.000-04:00

Maybe I should switch to my all Radiohead, All the time mode. Of course, I do like the songs coming up..I could skip through the ones I like them change my format. I'm still really bummed out I could not do a radio show today. That would have been so much fun. I could have done requests and all. Oh well, another day, another blog..

I notice everyone is getting less and less prolific. Do I attribute this to the hour? Or to the fact that our minds have turned to pure mush? I have a Snape story to work on and goodness knows I won't have anything left to give to the potions master. Poor Sev.

"Well, I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.."

Terry, you should go to bed. Any blogger reading this and in contact with Terry tell her she needs to go to bed. We can't have people passing out here on us!

Sheesh, five more minutes before I post. Whatever will I talk about?

"For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there I lost myself.."

And if anyone finds me, please return me to the upright position..

2003-07-27T02:31:00.000-04:00

I feel as about exciting as a bottle of spoiled milk. "Comfortably Numb" is on my little WinAmp. Being a person with MS, this song has meaning for me. Although I am not sure how comfortable numb is, actually. The one line I like in the song is "You would not understand, this is not how I am." That sums me up.

On to lighter fare with Pop Will Eat Itself "Can U Dig It?"

Coming up: RADIOHEAD!, Pure Prairie League, RADIOHEAD!, The White Stripes, Queens of the Stone Age, Verve, RADIOHEAD!, Romantics, Saliva, Seafood, RADIOHEAD, Siouxsie and the Banshees..

Time to post..damn

2003-07-27T01:59:00.000-04:00

You asked for it! I've got it!

Main Entry: chiar·oscu·ro

Pronunciation: -'skyur-(")O, -'skur-
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -ros
Etymology: Italian, from chiaro clear, light + oscuro obscure, dark
Date: 1686
1 : pictorial representation in terms of light and shade without regard to color
2 a : the arrangement or treatment of light and dark parts in a pictorial work of art b : the interplay or contrast of dissimilar qualities (as of mood or character)
3 : a 16th century woodcut technique involving the use of several blocks to print different tones of the same color; also : a print made by this technique
4 : the interplay of light and shadow on or as if on a surface
5 : the quality of being veiled or partly in shadow

Well, bloody hell! Does that B2 have a thing about Obscure, dark and hidden things? Anything you wish to share with us, sir?

Now playing: Canadian music. Our Lady Peace "Clumsy"

I'm sure all two of my Canadian friends are pleased,

"And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need...a friend
As clumsy as you've been
Their's no one laughing"

2003-07-27T01:31:00.000-04:00

I think my creative juices are drying up. Can someone please send some KY? Perhaps a baster.. Of course, that brings to mind the old Turkey Baster thing..and this is not why I want a baster lol.

Have you ever noticed how super good New Order was back in the day of "Blue Monday?" I think they were brilliant back then. I guess they are good now, bit I like the older stuff. I loved Joy Division too.

Miss Terry is trying to annoy me. You see, I have to hold my mouse cord in my mouth once in ahwhile here. I'm in bed..and it's one of those finger mice..anyway, I have to pick it up to switch to the Yahoo Messenger screen.. so I've been laying here with a mouse hanging out of my mouth. Such a pretty sight. Although Terry seems to think this is a funny situation. "Ward, where is the mouse, dear?" "I don't know, June, why don't you ask the Beaver.."

The one thing about being in bed with the headphones does not work as well as sitting in my recliner does. Mainly because my hand is up at my ear. Doesn't that sound comfy?

Just heard from my friend, Heather. She asked if I'm having fun! How do you explain staying up for 24 hours to blog every 30 minutes in terms of fun? The only thing I can do is suggest she follow the links I give and have a laugh at some of the really creative and outlandish things people are doing. It's been a riot, honestly..

Now playing: Gary Numan "Down in the Park"

"I was in a car crash, or was it the war?
But i've never been quite the same..
Little white lies like I was there.."

This song was on the "Times Square" soundtrack. Another one of those films I loved. "SLeaze Sisters VooDoo!" Commercially, it was a flop. Oh well. Isn't that always how it is?

Looks like I have 3 minutes to post.. now 2... How long canI drag it out???

Now playing: Oasis "Master Plan"

Not too long.. posting!

2003-07-27T00:59:00.000-04:00

Hot, crazy blog with Snape Slash! Looks like it's more MPREG slash! After this blogathon is done, I will be able to spend more time looking through these things. Otherwise, I am just scanning and leaving comments and such. But I DO want to follow the above listed blog, because it has a cool picture of a monkey wearing glasses..and lots of other fun and surprises. Yeah, I can fucking type.

Now playing: Peter Murphy "Cuts You Up."

So it looks like 8 more hours to go. I can do this. I mean, I am awake most of the time anyway..might as well do something constructive. Yeah..that's it. Constructive. I fear my entries are gonna get a little sparser as the night progresses. Forgive me..please.

Ahhhh..this post ends with Muse "Bliss"

Sher

2003-07-27T00:29:00.000-04:00

Trading Spaces is boring, don't think I could listen to that Paige Davis much longer, so I have the headphones back on and music channeling through. Right now it's Scott McKenzie's "San Francisco." Hippy music..peace...love...and all that shit. Then Mercury Rev "Goddess on a Highway." "And I know it ain't gonna last.." Ahhh, Ministry "Everyday is Halloween.."

So maybe I should stop mentioning all the music I have playing. At least it's a departure from Radiohead. LOL.

I'm having a chat with Tim from Canada. He's telling me about his stroganoff and soup. As you might guess, Tim is a cook. The world needs more of them, damn it! I think he's watching a cartoon. I wanna watch!!!

2003-07-27T00:01:00.000-04:00

Thanks to Mysterious Johnny for letting me know the importance of the ccApp. Thankfully, I had not disabled it from start up. The only thing I'd like to disable is the stupid Windows Messenger. It is just a useless bit of fluff that is never used. But if I try to exit it, it says that OutLook Express is using it (which it isn't..) and when I disable it from start up, it comes back over and over again. Kind of like food poisoning, the gift that keeps on giving.

OK, I had looked up OBFUSCATE because B2 commented on it.

Main Entry: ob·fus·cate

Pronunciation: 'äb-f&-"skAt; äb-'f&s-"kAt, &b-
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): -cat·ed; -cat·ing
Etymology: Late Latin obfuscatus, past participle of obfuscare, from Latin ob- in the way + fuscus dark brown -- more at OB-, DUSK
Date: 1577
1 a : DARKEN b : to make obscure
2 : CONFUSE
- ob·fus·ca·tion /"äb-(")f&s-'kA-sh&n/ noun
- ob·fus·ca·to·ry /äb-'f&s-k&-"tOr-E, &b-, -"tor-/ adjective

So I'm supposed to SHUN OBSCURITY?? I like obscurity. I do. This computer better not shut down again. I'll be very unhappy. It shut down last time I looked that there word up.. LOL B2..kiss of death. Kerry's mom had a cat called B2. He erm..passed. :(

They are doing a very clever AU Batman story over at Weirdsmobile. Those crazy kids crack me right up.

Although it is very comfprtable to be stretched out in bed, it is an odd angle for my neck. Will I be able to hold out till 9AM my time in this position? Possibly. But I fear my right shoulder and my neck are gonna end up killing me by the time I'm done. If I could just keep my right arm from having to hover in mid air when I type... I guess I can manage it. I'll just keep my posts smaller and keep my arm on the laptop.

2003-07-26T23:27:00.000-04:00

Okay, I had looked up words and all manner of things, only to have my stupid computer crash on me. I wish I knew why it did this. It really pisses me off. All of the sudden out of the blue the stupid thing just shuts off. I have no special power scheme. Nothing set that would make it do this. And then it takes me 10 tries to get it back up again. And the culprit is some program called ccApp. Searches on it do not help me in the least. If I could get rid of it I would. One other thing I would get rid of is the stupid ass Windows Messaging program. It's stupid and it won't let me close it. So I am resigned to sign off on it instead. I remove it from my start up using msconfig, but the stupid thing comes back. Grrrrr. Do I sound just a little cranky? Kerry seems to think so. And maybe it's true.

Transferring to my bed now. From here on out, this is "Blog From a Bed." See ya next entry!

2003-07-26T23:12:00.000-04:00

Damned stupid fucking computer. This stupid bastard of a computer shuts off, all by itself. Then, when I try to restart it, some fucking stupid program called ccApp decides it does not want to load. So nothing opens. No Norton, No explorer. Nothing. If anyone knows what this stupid fucking assh ccApp is and if I need it, please let me know. I will be quite glad to be rid of it. I had a whole post up about B2's clever Batman AU..but lost it. Crap computer.

2003-07-26T22:33:00.000-04:00

Okay, I have touched on my auto accident a bit, and since I have nothing better to do than ramble here, I might as well tell you about the accident.

In 1987, my friends Joe, Angela and myself went to Houston to party at Rich's. Which was not surprising, considering there was not much to do in the podunk town we lived in. On the drive home, I got tired, and turned the wheel over to Angela. HUGE mistake. We got within 7 miles from home she fell asleep at the wheel. We landed in someone's yard. All I can recall of this time was hearing Samantha Fox singing "Touch Me Now." And the taste of dirt in my mouth. I also recall thinking that I was not going to die, because my life did not flash in front of my eyes. I recall trying to reach up from the passenger seat floor and turn the keys off. I was ineffectual. I recall looking at my left leg and noticed I had a compound fracture of my left tibia and fibula. It was kind of cool, I touched the bones.. Anyway.. paramedics took us to Bay City Hospital, but I was worse off, so they drugged my ass up and sent me to UTMB in Galveston. I ended up with a compression fracture of my lumbar four vertebra, my right foot was crushed, left ankle broken as well as my nose. I hade several surgeries, and was in hospital for a month and 4 days. So this is the story of my car crash. And it's why I identify with the Radiohead song called "Killer Cars."

Sher

"Don't die on the motorway
The moon would freeze, the plants would die
I couldn't cope if you crashed today
All of the things I forgot to say
I'm going out for a little drive
And it could be the last time you see me alive
There could be an idiot on the road
The only kick in life, is pumping his steel.."

2003-07-26T22:02:00.000-04:00

Shoes, Mice and Bras. Those are the three things I am never satisfied with. This is what Kerry says. And I have to agree with her.

Shoes. I am never happy with my shoes. I have the same pair of flats that I have worn for several years, and they have holes in the side, at the heel. But you have to understand my feet. Due to an auto accident in 1987, one of my feet was crushed and now shoes fit me in an odd way. One side feels halfway decent, the other one never fits right. It's a damn pain in the ass. Or in the feet.

Mice. They work for me for a time, then they stop going in one direction or another. Maybe it's beacause I am online for many hours in the day? Right now I use one of those finger mouse things. Other than it being super sensitive, it does a fair enough job. But even it has it's moments where it stops going either up and down or side to side. Damn blasted mice.

Bras. I won't elaborate about *why* I have problems with bras. We'll just say that I can never find a bra that is comfortable for me. Either they are too tight or too loose, or the straps dig in or slide off my shoulders. I have small shoulders, and all manner of straps slide down off them very easily. From bras to bathing suits to thin strapped shirts. So most of the time I just eschew them.

Main Entry: es·chew

Pronunciation: e-'shü, i-; es-'chü, is-; also e-'skyü
Function: transitive verb
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French eschiuver, of Germanic origin; akin to Old High German sciuhen to frighten off -- more at SHY
Date: 14th century
: to avoid habitually especially on moral or practical grounds : SHUN
synonym see ESCAPE
- es·chew·al /-&l/ noun

Yes, that's about right.

We are currently watching a program on The Food Network, called Keep on Shucking which is about an oyster shucking competition. Right now they are in Galway, shucking "natives." I live kind of close to Chincoteague, Virginia. Chincoteague is as famous for it's seafood as it is for it's Pony Penning. And who can forget Chincoteagues most famous pony Misty of Chincoteague. To this day you can still go into Chincoteague and find Misty memorabilia. Isn't it funny how I went from oysters to Misty? Ah the Canadian made fifth place in the Galway competition. This was, was of course, 1999..so who knows who the new champion is. And really, should I care?

Time for me to post..

Hello to Titti if she is reading this.

Sher

"There's no use dwelling on,
On what might have been,
Just think of all the fun,
You could be having."

2003-07-26T21:28:00.000-04:00

Eating dinner, very short post! I'm sure you'll forgive me..

2003-07-26T21:00:00.000-04:00

Cheese basket, Cheese basket, coming your way.. Kerry is on the phone with the parental units. God in heaven help us. This conversation does not sound too bad though. I just hope they don't ask her to go over tomorrow to help more with unpacking and such. Poor Kerry is in need of her days off. I fear that she will be roped into hauling crap again. Her back is already a mess because of hauling yesterday and of course mowing today. Sheesh, there are not enough hours in a day to get done all that needs doing. And you might as well call me "Useless." There is not a lot I can do to help, aside from occasional kitchen cleanings.

Bodhi is on my lap again, keeping me company. Charlie is in the kitchen under foot, hoping that Kerry will drop a stray mushroom or onion for him to scarf up. Never mind that dogs should steer well clear of onions, these hoover mouthed dogs will eat anything, and I do mean anything. Bodhi has a bad habit of eating Charlie's feces. *gag sputter cough* I'm not sure if he does that to keep Charlie out of trouble when he happens to use the dining room floor as his toilet or what. We were told to use pineapple in his food to keep them from eating the poop. It's like they are thinking "Hmmm here's some shit, smells crap...let's eat it!!" The same stands true for the little gifts that the cats leave behind in the litter pan. So the litter pan is kept in a room where the dogs have no access to it.

Speaking of poos..Bodhi is also a very odd pooper. He most generally avoids the grass and leaves us little gifts in the driveway, on the pathway and on the steps. It's quite hysterical. like a mine field of poop on the driveway. *shakes her head*

I have another sponsor to thank, and that is the super duper Terry! My friend to the north. Thanks so much for the support, it's very much appreciated. :) Terry has gone to nap, but she will be back hopefully to help us stay awake tonight. I still haven't cracked into my Red Fusion yet. But soon, very soon. Maybe closer to midnight or 1AM..or even 3AM! I don't think I'll have trouble staying awake for this. As long as I have tv or music, I am good to go. So then..time to post!

Sher, posting on the half hour!

2003-07-26T20:30:00.000-04:00

Well, as of this moment, Mysterious Johnny has not yet responded to requests that he reveal himself to Terry. And befor eyou get all excited, I mean identity, not himself. We don't need a flasher around these parts.

I might have Kerry take a picture of me doing this, and then I can find a place to stick it so that you can go see. I have gone from grey/blonde (you can see my hair on Mary's site-picture of my head and the dogs) to a very vivid red. And I do mean vivid. I think maybe next time it should be more of the burgundy shade. Yes, I do like burgundy.

At the moment, I am reading a Snape Slash story that one of the girls that is part of the Severus Snape Fest is writing. I'm kind of sort of doing a beta read, but more of an opinion read. So far, I am enjoying it quite a bit. Oc course, I am quite easy to please. This particular story is a Snape/Draco pairing, which is taking place after Draco is over 18. So if my updates seem a bit sparse, it's due to the reading I am doing. Time to post again! This goes by so bloody fast!

S

2003-07-26T20:00:00.000-04:00

Ahhh, I just saw some really gorgeous photographs on Kate's blog. Beautiful scenary, and an interesting tale about permafrost. It makes me cold just thinking about it! Brrrr!

I guess I should put up my link for being sponsored again. Here it is! I am blogging for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, Maryland Chapter. Considering I live with MS, in Maryland, it would be kind of a worthwhile thing to do. So, then, be a good egg and sponsor me today. My thanks to craicgirl, Pooosie and Katherine for their generosity and support of me. And also thanks to Bodhi and Charlie, and Frankie and Malachy, who keep me company all day. I could not do this without them. And of course, Kerry..the great fixer of all things broken..it's a shame that MS has no cure, cause I am sure she could fix that right up too.

I see that Terry is back from the corner store, and is cooking her dinner as we speak. I won't tell you what she is making, but I can tell you that we used to call it "Cat's Meal Stew." Of course, we added some veggies to the mix that she is making now.. Was oh so tasty, and the Wonder Lump loved it. Of course, kids love anything that is quick, easy and filling. I know that I am having stroganoff tonight. OMG it is so good. Kerry makes it vegetarian, using soy crumbles, and veey heavy on the mushrooms. I love her stroganoff. I am not too picky of an eater, unless you count the fact that my foods cannot mix on the plate, and liquids must be well drained. Oh, and that I eat everything one entree at a time..all corn first, then peas etc. Never mixed. I like the individual flavour. I get ragged about this often. Why? *pout*

Posting!

Sher, not yet hungry

2003-07-26T19:30:00.000-04:00

OKay, the dogs enjoyed the hell out of their rice and kibble mix. We've eaten then gone outside to do our thing. And since Kerry has mown part of the front, the boys were quite happy to squat and crap for me. Yay! I love my dogs dearly, but I get very frustrated when they are stubborn about their bodily functions. But right now, they are good, sweet boys who are relaxing on the arm of my chair giving each other a little bit of a lick. *eek* The incessant licking generally means that they are tired and will soon be falling under the spell of the Sandman. I think that they spend the greater portion of their day asleep. They sleep alot in the day, and also during the night.

I hear the sounds of the water pump running, so this indicates to me that Kerry is not only mowing the lawn, but topping off the pool as well. She is just the all 'round general fixer upper. The pool surgery wizard and Sherry calmer downer. Yep, that's my girl. She is ace at calming me, especially when I freak out over silly things, like the pool spewing water everywhere. See, as a person living with MS, I am not supposed to get overheated, over stressed or any of that fun shit. But I can't help it. Because I don't work, I don't have those kind of pressures on me. So my stresses come from stupid little things, like pool water spewing, or cats vomiting. (oh lord that is a whole new story) But she can calm me down pretty easily. Thank goodness for small favours. Of course, she has not come home when I have been in the midst of a Radiohead induced sob fest. That can be pretty scary. Even for me. I guess this is why she tells me it is music to slit your wrists by. I just find many of the songs stunningly beautiful and somewhat sad. *sigh* Time to post!

Sher

2003-07-26T19:00:00.000-04:00

That Kerry, what will we ever do with her? She gets home from working a full day, and does she sit down and relax? No. She goies outside and begins to mow the freaking lawn. Granted, our lawn is atrocious and in dire need of mowing...but sheesh. She had to spend all day yesterday with the parents (CHEESE BASKET!!!) and so today she had a long day of Furniture Whores needing one thing or another. I was looking for a really good Buddhist quite or thought to put in here..but I did not have enough time. Perhaps I owe myself a cheese basket..?

2003-07-26T18:31:00.000-04:00

OKay. Terry is grossing me out now. She is telling the tale of two cats. Brother and sister, beautiful kittens. And they are licking each others ass. Kitty 69. It's a twisted world we live in. Next thing you know she'll be taking pictures of it and publishing them on the net. I can see the headlines now. "GIMP and MINI-COOTS Caught in Kitty Porn Shocker!!" Uh huh. And off they'll drag Ms Terry and her scandalous cats.. I can see it now.

Oh little Gimp is already making his debut appearance on Mary's site. What a cutie! You know the link. If not, just cruise down to some of these other entries I've made. Mary is linked all through it. Terry too.

Kerry should be home soon. She is a Customer Service Whore, and it has been a long day for her, I am sure. But she performed emergency surgery on our pool, and she calmed me down when I called her hyperventilating about the damn flood in the yard. I can't bring myself to go look out there to see if the fix held up or not. I'm sure it did. *nods*

I should have told Kerry that the Gruesome Twosome are out of food. I might have to make them rice. They like rice though. Build strong bones and muscles in 12 ways, yeah? Oh wait..that was Wonder Bread, right?

Here's some Matchbox 20.

Long Day

It's sitting by the overcoat,
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else but you,
Cuz you won't turn away
When someone else is gone

I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
It's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always ain't that right

Well I'm surprised that you'd believe
In any thing that comes from me
I didn't hear from you or from someone else
And you're so
Set in life man, a pisser they're waiting
Too damn bad you get so far so fast
So what, so long

(chorus)

It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way"

2003-07-26T17:59:00.000-04:00

Alright, I must clarify one thing. Pam is not a nudist, she is not doing lewd things, or even rude things like picking her nose. I said that she has more guts than me going in front of a web cam, only because I would never ever go in front of one. EVER. So she is gutsy. I have to hand it to her. I wonder if that is why Mysterious Johnny asked me about Pams webcam and my reference to fuck... Y'all have dirty minds! I made the fuck entry purely in relation to the slash fiction stuff.

Now, to further confuse you all, I am going to post another dictionary reference. Now, this one we may be able to equate with Pam. Pam is a southern girl, if I'm not mistaken. If I am, my apologies. So then, without further ado, a new dictionary reference:

Main Entry: hell

Pronunciation: 'hel
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English; akin to Old English helan to conceal, Old High German helan, Latin celare, Greek kalyptein
Date: before 12th century
1 a (1) : a nether world in which the dead continue to exist : HADES (2) : the nether realm of the devil and the demons in which the damned suffer everlasting punishment -- often used in curses [go to hell] or as a generalized term of abuse [the hell with it] b Christian Science : ERROR 2b, SIN
2 a : a place or state of misery, torment, or wickedness [war is hell -- W. T. Sherman] b : a place or state of turmoil or destruction [all hell broke loose] c : a severe scolding [got hell for coming in late] d : unrestrained fun or sportiveness [the kids were full of hell] -- often used in the phrase for the hell of it especially to suggest action on impulse or without a serious motive [decided to go for the hell of it]
3 archaic : a tailor's receptacle
4 -- used as an interjection [hell, I don't know!] or as an intensive [hurts like hell] [funny as hell] -- often used in the phrase hell of a [it was one hell of a good fight] or hell out of [scared the hell out of him] or with the or in [moved way the hell up north] [what in hell is wrong, now?]
- from hell : being the worst or most dreadful of its kind
- hell on : very hard on or destructive to [the constant traveling is hell on your digestive system]
- hell or high water : difficulties of whatever kind or size ]will stand by her convictions come hell or high water]
- hell to pay : dire consequences [if he's late there'll be hell to pay]

So in essence, am I implying that the south is hell? Perhaps. :)

Shouts to Connie out in California who is reading this. And also to Heather, her shadow.

Now playing: Human League "Don't You Want Me?"

2003-07-26T17:30:00.000-04:00

Pet Peeve of the day: People who have no clue how to forward mail. I just spent a good portion of time trying to open a mail that a "friend" forwarded to me. And I must have had to open 10 mails to get to it. If you don't know how to fucking forward e-mail, don't bloody do it!? Okay? Ok.

Pet Peeve of the day redux: Virus warnings, warnings about my saftey in dark parking lots, mails that say it is girlfriends day, mails telling me that my kidney's are at risk of being removed in a dodgy hotel room. Let's see, people who send me virus warnings knowing that I check out Snopes first, so they send it to me to see if it is valid. I have sent them the link to Snopes over 20 times, do they bother to use it?? Hell fucking no! Okay, rant done.

I just saw the most amazing thing. Come on inside! Under the title "In Love With Technology. Wow. New fangled things amaze me. They truly do.

Mary (you know how to find her by now) has a story up now about a pet resistant door that was bought at a Hardware Heaven. Is anything really pet resistant? I mean truly? I know that the Gruesome Twosome are power chewers and could probably eat through the toughest toys. In fact, we have had to resort to latex so that we don't have multi-coloured plastic poos. It's very disturbing. And Charlie will eat any of the appendages off of a latex toy. In a New York second. I think they consider it their chewing gum. How appetizing.

Posting!

Hello to Katherine who is out there reading this afternoon.

2003-07-26T17:00:00.000-04:00

Okay Ker, I may slit my wrists, a Radiohead song played through and I liked it so much I am repeating it. I think I will manage to get through this ALIVE! This song is also off of "Hail to The Thief." Called "The Wolf at The Door," Might have to post the song here. I know, you are all tired of me and my song obsessions and such. I like this one though because of the different beats it takes. And I love the "flan in the face" line, as well as "dance you fucker dance."

So to make up for the eventuality that I am going to post the lyrics here, I am giving fair warning and offering you all a Chips Ahoy Cookie Bar. It supplies energy and renewed posting ability. Not to mention it tastes damn fine on a later Saturday afternoon.

You must all go to Mary's and read the story about Mitch. OMG it was hilarious. For the record, I keep all of mine used for that purpose clearly marked!

I wonder if Mysterious Johnny ever let Terry know who he is? Didja John? Couldja? Wouldja? Thanks!

Well, you good folks are off the hook. I decided the lyrics were too long to post here. So you can exhale now.

Now playing: Faithless "Insomnia"

2003-07-26T16:30:00.000-04:00

OMG, Mary now has a very funny skit thing on her blog. About the Tail i Ban. Oh yes! Now, you have to get through the very sad story of Molly the Beagle, but I think the Tail i Ban will raise the mood after the sad story about Molly.

We had to take a puppers break here at the house. Took the boys out to do their thing in the scorching heat. Charlie, of course, paces and paces. I'm sure that he thinks grass is some evil thing meant to hurt him. Who knows!?

Bodhi is really funny though. Our freezer has an ice maker/dispenser, so while I was taking the boys out I decided to get a glass of ice for my cranberry juice (I know I am really asking for it, aren't I!?) Bodhi LOVES the ice. When I dispense it in crushed form he sits there waiting for pieces to drop on the floor, and he scuttles after them as if they are treats. I kid you not, this dog loves ice. He can be back in the bedroom up on the bed and hear me dispense ice...and he jumps down and comes running. He can even "catch" ice. I'll toss a bit and he will catch it and eat it. What a cutie.

Got sustenance from the kitchen as well. Chips Ahoy Cookie Barz. Decadent, food for the gods (or goddesses if you will). Nothing like chocolate to make you feel good.

Now playing: Shriekback "Nemisis"

Cheers!

2003-07-26T15:59:00.000-04:00

Main Entry: 1clash

Pronunciation: 'klash
Function: verb
Etymology: imitative
Date: circa 1500
intransitive senses
1 : to make a clash [cymbals clashed]
2 : to come into conflict [where ignorant armies clash by night -- Matthew Arnold]; also : to be incompatible
transitive senses : to cause to clash
- clash·er noun
3 : superior band from England.

Main Entry: 2clash

Function: noun
Date: 1513
1 : a noisy usually metallic sound of collision
2 a : a hostile encounter : SKIRMISH b : a sharp conflict [a clash of opinions]
3: superior band from England.

Okay, so I added the last bit. Why the hell not? LOL I keep seeing Terry pop on and off line like a veritable yo-yo. Yo Yo MaMa! Yes!

"Blood in the streets it's up to my ankles
Blood on the street it's up to my knees
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the streets it's following me"
-Peace Frog the Doors

Hello to Johnny, who wonders if my dictionary entry for fuck had anything to do with Pam's webcam. I am here to tell you that no, it had nothing to do with that. Pam's webcam was all above board, fully clothed..no hanky panky. :) If you go look, you'll see for yourself! Sooo Johnny, Terry wonders who you are. So who is this "Mysterious Johhny?" Send all replies to
Terry. Thankyouverymuch!!

Now playing: A Flock Of Seagulls "I Ran"

So let me be lost in the 80's for a bit.

2003-07-26T15:30:00.000-04:00

LOL!! Serenity has the funniest thing here, under the July 25th entry. Go have a laugh. :) Oh oh!! Another laugh is at Weirdsmobile the 12:05 pm entry. A memory that will have you rolling in the fucking aisles.

Now playing: Nick Drake "Pink Moon"

Oh my, over on I Will Dare there is an entry about best friends and all. And there is a pink note scanned in. Now, I have to wonder. She saved this stuff from school. Does anyone else save this stuff from their school days? I don't. Although I do have some pretty embarrassing stuff I saved from my son. It will be handy for blackmail material if I ever need it. Oh yeah!

I used to call my son a lot of choice nicknames. I wonder if he had a complex from them. He has been known as "Ghidra," "Chunk Boy," and "The Amazing Wonder Lump." I think when he was really tiny he was called "Bubby," but it was too close to Bubba for my tastes and I stopped calling him that.

Ooh, I am listening to "There, There" by Radiohead now, and there is a little part at the beginning that I am sure is done with electronics, but it sounds like a cat doing a monotonous meow meow meow meow... I'll have to let Kerry hear it in the headphones. That is if she can get through it without wanting to slit her wrists! This is my favourite song from "Hail to the Thief" right now. So I am glad to be in my house with headphones on, dancing in my Lane recliner. Amazing Gruesome Twosome asleep on my lap...what a great day this is. It does not even feel like it's been six and a half hours at all.

Now the Jim Carrol Band "People Who Died." Coming up: The Ataris, RADIOHEAD!, The Blank Theory, The Clash, The Cure, The Doors, Dave Gahan, A Flock of Seagulls, Echo and The Bunnymen, Eiffel 65, Erasure, Ether Seeds, Shriekback, Melissa Etheridge, RADIOHEAD!, Evanescense, Stone Roses, Exies, Faithless, Feel, Bryan Ferry, Talk, Talk, Fun Boy Three, Garbage, David Gray, Haircut 100, PJ Harvey, Verve, Travis, Tears for Fears, The White Stripes and Hot Hot Heat. A good couple hours worth of tunes there, yeah? Time to post!

Ciao

"in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape.
broken branches trip me as i speak.
just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there.
just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there.

there's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck.
(don't reach out, don't reach out)
steer away from these rocks
we'd be a walking disaster.
(don't reach out, don't reach out)

just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
(there's someone on your shoulder)
just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
(there's someone on your shoulder)

there there

why so green and lonely?
heaven sent you to me.

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen.

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen."

-There, There

2003-07-26T15:00:00.000-04:00

I forgot to link to Pam in the last entry. So I will give her her own post right now. Pam has a cool set up where you can watch the webcam and see her there in all her splendour! The lady has more guts than me, I would never put myself on a web cam!

Let's look up lewd words on Merriam-Webster OnLine, shall we? I love this little dictionary because it also comes with a thesaurus. Terribly handy when writing slash/fan fiction and wanting to find alternate words for things like lick, suck etc. Not that my slash contains those words...well, only one of them does. The other one was co-written with a friend and my co-writer did all the fucking and sucking for me. I wrote all the other stuff. Then I did another that had no licking or sucking in it. Probably bored the pants off all the readers.

So in honour of all things slash, I give you the word of the moment:
Main Entry: 1fuck
Pronunciation: 'f&k
Function: verb
Etymology: akin to Dutch fokken to breed (cattle), Swedish dialect fokka to copulate
Date: 1503
intransitive senses
1 usually obscene : COPULATE -- sometimes used in the present participle as a meaningless intensive
2 usually vulgar : MESS 3 -- used with with
transitive senses
1 usually obscene : to engage in coitus with -- sometimes used interjectionally with an object (as a personal or reflexive pronoun) to express anger, contempt, or disgust
2 usually vulgar : to deal with unfairly or harshly : CHEAT, SCREW

Don't you love it when a dictionary has lewd entries. I might look up some more for later. Gives me something to bide my time.

Howie Day just finished playing on my WinAmp, now Johnny Marr and the Healers are on. You all remember Johnny Marr, the amazing guitarist from The Smiths? Looks like he has a new band, and I like them. Here is the official web site. The song I have on now is called "Down on the Corner" I still love his guitar work on "How Soon Is Now.." Awesome song.

"no i, want a taste of love
no i, no i, i was alive from the first
now i'm denied by the ghost of you"
-Howie Day

2003-07-26T14:30:00.000-04:00

Visited Michelle, a fellow blogger today. She has a cute little drawing that looks as if it was done in pencil. Really cool! Also visited Jazz, Christine and Stupid Evil Bastard, who, to be honest, does not come across as either Stupid, or Evil. As far as being a bastard..I have no idea. Only his hairdresser knows for sure. I found these links by visiting Kat's Blog. She was the one kind enough to help me get this up and running.

Oh great. Comments are going down, I can feel it. So I will be commentless for the next who knows how long. I guess I can deal with that. It's not like anyone other than Terry, Mary and B2 comment anyway.

Sher

"Though I have a broken heart
I'm to busy to be heartbroken
There's a lot of things that need to be done
Lord I have a broken heart"
- Spiritualized

2003-07-26T14:00:00.000-04:00

B2 is reviewing the McGriddle sandwich on his blog. I'm afraid I could not eat that. My food cannot touch other food, nore can any liquid run into other food. The only thing I mix is mashed potatoes and sweet corn. So the concept of imitation pancakes and syrup with egg sausage and what have you is kind of lost on me. I never liked syrup running into my sausage.

Ooops, I got to reading another blog and totally spaced out on my own. I can see where this day is headed. Quickly down the crapper. Thank goodness God's Port-a-Potty is here.. I fear I might need that bitch. He's the one got me started on imitation pancakes and syrup. Absolutley digusting, mate. Must hear that with a thick accent..that's how I hear it in my head.

Sher

"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.."

2003-07-26T13:32:00.000-04:00

"Three Imaginary Boys" by The Cure is on. This is another one of my favourite bands. I met them in Houston 2 times back in the ancient 80's, and even have a picture with Robert Smith. I saw them in a club called Numbers in 1985. Oh, Super Furry Animals are going to be there with Granddaddy in September. I really like SFA, especially the song "The Man Don't Give a Fuck." Anyway, back to The Cure..met them after the show at Numbers, then a bout 4 years later after another show. I had been in an auto accident and was on crutches. The whole band signed my cast. I had told Robert Smith that I listened to their music whilst being in hospital and that it cheered me up. He laughed, but I was being honest. Something about moody music that really makes me feel happy. Go figure.

I'm looking at the concert history at Numbers, and I see several shows I've seen there. In 1983 I saw Gang of Four and X, 1985 was the Cure and then in 1988 my then 7 year old son Gregory and I saw Clan of Xymox. We went backstage for that one too, and Greg sat on the lead singers lap. Gregory was my drink caddy..I was on crutches still, and so Greg would go to the bar and tell them his mom wanted another drink. LOL. How fucking irresponsible was that!? I guess this explains him now.. No, there is nothing wrong with him, really. He went to several concerts with me after that. I think we went to the Cure 2 times here in Maryland, he went with me to U2 in Philly cause Kerry did not want to go. And her being the huge U2 fan that she was back then. Sacrilege, I tell you! I could always hold the Nelson show over his head for blackmail.. ;)

Now playing: Candlebox "Only You"

Coming up: Manic Street Preachers, Cars, Belle and Sebastian, Charlatans, Chumbawamba, CLan of Xymox, RADIOHEAD!, Edwyn COllins, Cocteau Twins, Conjure One w/Sinead O'Connor, Coldplay, Elvis Costello and RADIOHEAD! So I am not listening to them exclusivly, they still are liberally peppered through my play list. After that, Spiritualized, Creed, Creedance CLearwater Revival, Psychadelic Furs, Dandy Warhols, Howie Day, Johnny Marr and the Healers, Depeche Mode, The Doves and Nick Drake. Whew! Time to post!

2003-07-26T13:00:00.000-04:00

The pool has undergone emergency surgery, and I am pleased to report that it came through with flying colours. It is now in the recovery room, and old Sol is taking care of the water all over the grass. I think that this calls for a celebration. Monday evening we will be pool party central. Yeah..

Looking at They Might Be Monitors now, as Jim still serenades me. What a nice layout this has. Pretty primary colours and all.

Mary has some really cute pictures of bunnies up on her blog. Cute cute cute!

Now playing: Blondie "Will Anything Happen"

Oooh, My pet story is popping up on Mary's blog next! You can all go there to see the cutest swim boys in the world, and their cat babies.

Now playing: Blur "Crazy Beat"

I'm supposed to be writing another Snape fic today, but I think I'll wait till after Monday to do it. I'm having too much fun making the rounds to different blogs and leaving my dark mark (lol) on it. I wish I could post pictures on here. Maybe I could do a quickie geocities thing and put up happy dappy pictures. Then again, maybe not. It would be an awful lot of work.

Now playing: Broder Daniel "Whirlwind" from the film Fucking Amal, which is a great film

Well, Terry has gone for coffee. I think I will drink up my water, then begin filling my glass with crushed ice and Red Fusion, which is my favourite sugar filled, caffiene laced beverage.

Now playing: Radiohead "How I Made My Millions" You can hear his girlfriend doing dishes in the background of this one. :)

This post will end with me listening to Travis "Sing."

Sher

"Baby, you've been going so crazy
Lately, nothing seems to be going right
Solo, why do you have to get so low
You're so… You've been waiting in the
sun too long

(chorus)
But if you sing, sing
sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring won't mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing

Colder, crying on your shoulder
Hold her, and tell her everythings gonna be fine Surely, you've been going to early
Hurry, cause no one's gonna be stopped

(chorus)
But if you sing, sing
sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring won't mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing

Baby, there's something going on today But I say nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing"

2003-07-26T12:30:00.000-04:00

I would again like to thank the kind souls who sponsored me in this endeavour. They are: craicgirl, Sooosie Pooosie and Katherine the Great. You ladies rock, and I am truly blogging for a cause! To be perfectly honest, craicgirl is Kerry and she sponsored me so I would not go without sponsors. How sweet is that? Soosie Pooosie is my fellow guild member from NeoPets, and Katherine is a former "roomie" from my Sims Online days.

"Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird where are you now, when I need you?"

I think she is at work, and the pool continues it's baptismal (or is it abysmal??) flow.

"This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safey or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes..again." Yes, the Doors are now playing on my winamp. And Kerry told me Radiohead was music to slit your wrists by. Ha! I like this song though, it is very hypnotic.. kind of like the snake Morrison sings about in it. I think this song was used in the film "Apocalypse Now." With the helicopters winging overhead, it blends into the beat of the song. Nice..

2003-07-26T12:01:00.000-04:00

Now I am browsing through I will dare. She's doing a "My Life in Books" thing, going back through her old journals and posting the entries for all to see. Teenage angst at it's best.

My pool is still flooding water all over the yard. I am calm. I am at peace. And Bodhi and Charlie sleep on my lap, oblivious to it all. Oh to be a lap dog...

Now on to I, Asshole. Insane. Honestly! I am finding a lot of really different personalities by cruising everyone's blog. This little beauty has a cat blowing chunks in the kitchen. Was it something we ate?

I decided to use the playlist I already loaded, and am now listening to the lovely Bauhaus "She's in Parties." One of my favourite groups really. I should have loaded "Bela Lugosi's Dead," but decided that "The End" by the Doors would be better. Yeah.. Ahhh, Tones on Tail "GO!" Very nice to follow up Bauhaus with it's branch off group. Wonder if I put Love and Rockets after this one..somehow I think not. Nope, it's Yazoo and "Situation." Wow, that Alison Moyet has some pipes..used to dance to this back in the mid '80's. I lived in Texas then, and my friend Joe and I were possibly the only freaks in Bay City Texas at the time. We took this album to the Holiday Inn (which was THE place to party..sad) and had the DJ play it. He and I were dancing our asses off, and the rest of the crowd just stood there looking at us like we had three heads. So after a time we took the hour and a half drive to Houston to party in the good clubs, where they played the good music. Oh the '80's were so much fun!

Coming up on my playlist is are: The Beach Boys, Beck, Belle and Sebastian, RADIOHEAD!!, The Doors, Blind Faith and Blondie. Followed closely by Blur, Broder Daniel, RADIOHEAD!, Travis and Jeff Buckley (RIP). Time to post!

Ciao!

2003-07-26T11:31:00.000-04:00

Been looking at late at night, words are funny and it is a pretty interesting blog. There is a link to Snape Slash fiction there, and you all know me and my Snape Slash hobby. I actually have three whole stories posted at this particular site, in the Wave Three challenges. If you think I am going to tell you my pen name so that you can all make fun of me, you've got another thing coming! Time to post!

2003-07-26T11:12:00.000-04:00

Well, the pool place says I need to put a tennis ball in the skimmer basket. Kerry tells me we have tennis balls on the top shelf of the closet in the back room. However, being 5'2" does not allow me to even remotely come close to the top shelf of the closet to find a tennis ball. So a hand towel will have to do in the meantime. And the back yard has now become Sherry and Kerry's swamp. But I am calm. I am relaxed. All is well in my world.

Yeah, right.

2003-07-26T10:43:00.000-04:00

Bloody hell! The pool hose has cracked and water is just pouring out of the side. And I have no idea how to fix it. Isn't that just great? Doesn't it just figure? Okay, I am going to try to fix it..but may be slow on my updates, since Kerry is at work. Be back ASAP..

2003-07-26T10:27:00.000-04:00

I'm trying to decide if I am going to put in a full list of music to slit my wrists by, or keep the playlist I built the other day. Maybe I'll do both. I also need to figure out what the hell I can talk about for 24 hours. Well, slightly less than 24 hours now. Right now Bodhi is jumping all over my head and shoulders, and it can mean only two things. Either A.) He is hungry and would like me to get off my lazy blogging ass and feed him, or B.) He loves me and wishes to be right up in my face. I am going to go with B, because he has stretched out over my ample bosom to cop a snooze. However, the minute I say the word FOOD, EAT, HUNGRY or some other other word associated with mastication: (Main Entry: mas·ti·cate
Pronunciation: 'mas-t&-"kAt
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): -cat·ed; -cat·ing
Etymology: Late Latin masticatus, past participle of masticare, from Greek mastichan to gnash the teeth; akin to Greek masasthai to chew -- more at MANDIBLE
Date: 1649
transitive senses
1 : to grind or crush (food) with or as if with the teeth in preparation for swallowing : CHEW
2 : to soften or reduce to pulp by crushing or kneading
intransitive senses : CHEW
- mas·ti·ca·tion /"mas-t&-'kA-sh&n/ noun
- mas·ti·ca·tor /'mas-t&-"kA-t&r/ noun) He will be up and running to the kitchen. Smart little dachshund, my Bodhi. Charlie just sits on my lap whimpering. He's a mama's boy. And that's okay. So as soon as I am done with this entry, I will feed those hungry little buggers. Oh, the gratitude.

2003-07-26T09:58:00.000-04:00

I have my Yahoo messenger open, if anyone wishes to chat to me. The username is gabrielle_alpha. Kind of makes me sound like a dominatrix or something, doesn't it? I actually got that name from when I played The Sims Online, and my Sim was called Gabrielle. I then did a radio show, on radio alphaville, so I set up my Yahoo as gabrielle_alpha. Pretty simple.

Was just checking out God's Port-a-Potty and by golly it's clean and minty fresh! Go have a sniff.. Oh, looks like he is blogging for the day as well Wierdsmobile! Looks like their first post was done 8 minutes late, just like mine! LOL! Ohhhh! My blog is in the blogs being followed! How fucking cool is that!? *jumps up and down excitedly* Weirdsmobile is blogging for Doctors Without Borders, a very worthy organisation.

There's still time for you to Sponsor this madness. You know you want to...

2003-07-26T09:31:00.000-04:00

Spotlight on Mary's blog! How cute is Moose!?? To find out on your own, just go to Rant-O-Rama and have a look! Mary is blogging for the Denver Dumb Friends League which really isn't dumb at all. It's an organisation that helps animals and such. Rock on, Mary! Just a quick hello to Terry, who I know is out there reading!

2003-07-26T09:08:00.000-04:00

Good morning, everyone! I trust we are all set to blog our ever loving little minds out today?? This is a quick update just to show you I am up and raring to go! See you in about 20 minutes for the next update.

Ciao!

2003-07-25T22:36:00.000-04:00

Sponsor me? It's for a good cause!

Well, the parents have finally moved into their new home, and it has been a hell day for Kerry. She had to be down at their house by 10:30AM and she has been going non-stop until 9:00PM. She and I have a running joke we like to call "cheese basket." Cheese basket is something you give to someone when you are very, very sorry for something. For the past few months, we have been saying we will give certain people a cheese basket. We recommended the real estate agent they used, and they really ran her ragged. So she is in line for a cheese basket. Today they had a gentleman named Josh who they were running all over the place, and I poked my head in the garage and told Kerry that Josh gets a cheese basket. As it were, when we were going to pick up food Kerry said Josh deserves a whole damn cheese factory. And I agree. So when we discuss these people, we say "cheese basket.." then I say..I'm so, so sorry. So very sorry. And to you, my readers I give a cheese basket. Oh, as an afterthought, Kerry reminds me that cheese basket also refers to a difficult person. Mainly because her parents are the most difficult people we know. So the next time you get a little gift from either Swiss Colony or Hickory Farms stop and think about the concept of CHEEEESE BASKETS!

So we are driving back to deliver the food to the paretal units, and I have in my "Hail to the Thief" CD. Kerry says to me..."Music to slit your wrists to, Radiohead." Which made me try to find an upbeat song on the CD, which I did. "Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world.." Well, at least it was fast and peppy. :) Then I put in another CD and it had "Killer Cars" on it, and it's one of my favourites. By then, we made it home and I took the CD out. Ker says you could kill yourself listening to that..and I said why do you think I cry LOL!

Well, I am all set for tomorrow morning. Be here to cheer me on. You know you want to!

Sher

"What do you want from me now you got me
Now my energy you suck from me
And I'm holding on for dear life"

2003-07-24T13:21:00.000-04:00

Blogathon! Sponsor me!

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'll get on to the business of updating this lovely journal. I can say that my mood has improved majorly since I posted the update last night. I'm getting myself prepared for Saturday's fun. So far, I've programmed about 13 hours of music into my WinAmp. I am listening now to Siouxsie and The Banshee's "Isreal." I had forgotten what a great song that is. Next up is "Decades" by Joy Division. Okay, so some of the songs I have programed in are not the most UPBEAT songs or bands, but this is some of my favourite music, and it's not Radiohead. Had to show everyone that although I am seriously liking Radiohead right now, I do like alot of other music. Which was why I had planned to do a radio show during my blog time. I suppose I can do a radio show in my mind, and the music will play just for me.

My friend Terry has said that between me and Cranky Chick, she is liking dachshunds. I suggested that she get one, but no pets are allowed in her flat. It's a shame. Dachshunds are the most loyal, loving and yes, infuriatingly stubborn dogs I know. I won't have any other breed ever again. We have two miniature dachshunds and if I had my way we would have more. But Kerry has a good point, I have a hard enough time taking two out to do their thing, can't even imagine 3 or more.

I am hungry. I guess I should go see what kind of real food we might have in the house. I noticed we had some frozen pizza, that could be good. Although if I am having pizza, I always prefer Grotto Pizza. I wish they would get a franchise closer to our house. Delaware is not a very long drive, but it is far enough to make the pizza cold by the time we get home. Maybe I should start my own franchise right here in Maryland. Of course, that costs money. Money? What's that?

On this note, I will close this entry. I feel very boring and of course, All My Ho's is on. See ya!

Sher

2003-07-23T23:26:00.000-04:00

SPONSOR ME!!

SO, can you tell what's on my mind tonight? I am really looking forward to Saturday. I was really freaking out because I thought I had to begin at 6AM, but then I noticed it said 6AM PACIFIC tine. That would be 9AM my time. Phew! I was going to do a radio broadcast during the blogathon, but I no longer have access to a live365 account to do it from. Boo Hoo. I was really kind of looking forward to it, considering I am a very music oriented person. Oh well.

Too much stuff going on here right now..I can't update properly. So this is me, done!

Sher

I can't be arsed to find lyrics

2003-07-22T13:05:00.000-04:00

Hello, just a brief update. I want to keep my blogathon info on the front page. I've been practicing staying up late. You'd all be so proud.

Just a little angst today. The 'rents house is due to settle on Friday, and the well water tested back with bacteria. Soooo, we are on the hunt for someone to chlorinate the well. Talk about madness! But yours truly has found a place to do this thing. Call me a jack of all trades and master of none. And that's how I like it.

My gruesome twosome are sacked out on my lap, and all is right in their world.

Till later..

Sher

"distracted by irrelevance
the stress and the tension
crawling through the keyhole
i'm in a lull"

2003-07-21T11:02:00.000-04:00

I plan on keeping this update brief, so I can keep my blogathon info up to date. I would like to thank the following people for sponsoring me: craicgirl, Soosie Poosie and Katherine. You ladies rock! Anyone else wishing to sponsor me click this lovely little link. Come on, you know you want to!

I feel really bad for my friend Terry. She has a 14 1/2 year old son. Need I say more? Hang in there, baybee! I do need to say that making him confess to Kerry and me was absofuckinglutely brilliant. Nothing like a little humiliation to drive the point home.

My son was 14 1/2 at one time. It is a time that was really trying for all involved. Thankfully, he grew up and became human. Not that he wasn't human before, but he is now a human that I can get along with. So hang in there. Might get worse before it gets better, so be warned.

For some really funny and witty reparte, go visit Are You There, God? It's Me, Your Port-A-Potty. If I can figure out how to make my links run to the side of the page, I may just make permanent links to these funny places. Because I would send you to Beer Mary and WTF is it Now?!. I also find Cranky Chick very entertaining, AND she has dachshunds! A big PLUS in my book! Lisa does "A Blog from Abroad..very clever name, that! Last, but not least I like jozjozjoz gotta love brain barf! So then, if anyone knows how I can manipulate this template to make my links run to the side, please let me know. You will get my undying gratefulness, not to mention my first-born.

That's enough for me today, want to keep my blogathon post up here! See ya laters!

Sher

"Just because you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there.."

2003-07-20T14:37:00.000-04:00

Blogathon? What the heck is that!?

The blogathon is a yearly event where bloggers take pledges to update their weblogs every 30 minutes for twenty four hours (24). This money goes directly to charity, which the sponsors donate directly after the event. For more info check this link out. The blogathon will begin at 6am PST on Saturday, and run through 6am PST on Sunday. (9am eastern)

My Charity.

I will be blogging for The National Multiple Sclerosis Society, Maryland Chapter. I chose this charity because 1.) I am directly affected by MS, and 2.) I live in Maryland. Seems pretty simple, eh? For more information about this charity, follow this link.

Sponsor Me. Please!?

To sponsor me, simply follow this link and fill in the form with your name, email address and the amount you would like to donate. You can pledge either a flat rate or amount per hour and there is no minimum. If you'd rather not support the NMSS, but would like to sponsor someone else in the blogathon click here and find a charity you do like. You can sponsor as many charities as you want. Just think of it as a random act of kindness.

Theme? What Theme?!

I feel like Miss Bloody America here! A lot bloggers pick a theme that I suppose they would feel comfortable posting about for 24 hours. Scattered Shelley is doing a NeoPets theme. Anyone who knows me, knows I am a NeoPets freak! So I might be chatting to Shelley during her 24 hour stint. However, I think my theme will be about my dogs, Bodhi and Charlie, and possibly my progress through "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" and possibly any cool Radiohead ramblings I might have. Kind of..like the blog already is.

Anyway, come see me make an absolute fool of myself on July 26th through the 27th. It may make good blackmail material.

Sher

"I must get out once in a while
Everything's starting to die
The dust settles, the worms dig
The spiders crawl over the bed"

2003-07-20T13:42:00.000-04:00

While I'm thinking of it, I would like to direct you all to Rant-O-Rama. Mary is participating in the blogathon that is happening on July 26th. Oh! I just signed up to blog too! So then, I will be blogging for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, Maryland Chapter. Could be fun! So how funny is this, I sponsored Mary's blogathon, and now I am gonna do one of my own. This is the best thing for an insomniac, don't you think? ;) Go to this link for more info:

Sponsor me in the 2003 Blogathon!

I am going to close this entry so my info for the blogathon shows up.

Sher

"I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll
This time, I feel my luck could change"

2003-07-19T19:43:00.000-04:00

I just finished reading "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban," the third book in the series. I started it last night and maybe read 30 pages, but finished it up today. Now I'm tackling HPaTGoF, book four. I swear, books one and two will easily make one of book four, but it would take books one, two and three to equal one of book five. I am frightened to see what book six will look like when it eventually gets released! However, I am really enjoying the books, much more than I ever would have anticipated. Enough of that..

I must speak of Charlie. Charlie Kundun Lord Dimmock. He is the little red dachshund that so loves to get on my nerves, even though I love him to death. First, I must say that we have had wet weather here off an on for the past couple of days. Charlie is a picky pisser and pooper, even when there is not bad weather. But when there has been rain, he absolutely refuses to go on the grass. Or, he gets on the grass and begins to pace restlessly. Back and forth...back and forth. Maybe a long bit of grass is tickling his senstive ass. Perhaps he knows that the endless pacing is taking place at the exact same time that I have to pee, and think to take them first to get it over with. Or, he decides that he justs wants to take life slow and stop to smell the flowers...literally. Anyway, I had words with Charlie today because of his reluctant potty habits this afternoon. I was very harsh with him, mainly because I DID have to pee, and he was pacing in the roadside ditch. I can tell that he has to go, because he is pacing. Pacing is a sure sign of him having to go. But, he refused, and I yelled. I immediately regretted it because he cried after I yelled at him. I apologised though, and all is good again. Like I've mentioned before, the trust these little dogs bestow on us is mind boggling. We are their entire world, and I doubt that there is not much world for them outside of our house/yard. It makes me think sometimes. Is this world enough for them? Are they satisfied with their lives? They get the same kibble twice a day, go to bed at the same time, play with the same toys.. Is it enough? When they are fast asleep on my lap during the day I can't help but think that it is.

Kerry just got stung twice by a damn wasp. So I am looking up stuff about wasps and they are "see your emergency personnel if it swells in an inappropriate place.." I just wanted to find something that could be done at home to make it feel better. It just goes to show you how extreme the internet is.

That's it for now. :) Have a good weekend!

Sher

"and you bother me, you possess me
you're there again, ahead of me
and i won't let go, i won't let go

you're inside my head"

2003-07-18T12:15:00.000-04:00

See, I told you I would be back, and here I am. I am undergoing a very interesting energy spurt, so I used some time this morning to unload the dhishwasher and load dirty ones in. Of course, I also cleaned the kitchen so that there is some semblance of order there. But I'm an Aquarian, and I fear we are not known for our organisation or order. But I try, and that's what matters. I may get another burst of energy and decide to do a load or two of laundry. However, this entails carrying baskets of clean clothes to another room, and I am not so great at balance and carrying things. And I absofuckinglutely detest folding clothes. I can manage towels, but anything else..forget about it!

It's almost noon, and already the heat outside is oppressive. I used to live on the west coast, as well as in the Mojave desert, and in my memory the dry heat of the desert was much more livable than this humid, sticky east coast crap. But a friend of mine insists that she has a friend from the east coast who now lives in Arizona, and he said that hot is hot. While I agree that hot is hot, I have to beg to differ on one point. East coast humid heat is oppressive, 98 feels like 120, and you feel all clammy and ick. Desert heat, on the other hand, is a dry heat. 105 feels like 105, and there is no humidity to clog your pores and give your sinuses a rough time. So forgive me if I prefer to feel that dry heat feels better than humid heat. It may not be entirely true, but it's my fantasy and I want to keep it, damn it!

Dang, my energy spurt just got up and left. I am even taking my Provigil and should be full of life, energy and vitality. But I feel like I've been through the wringer of one of those old fashioned hang wringer washing machines. My poor muscles don't feel like cooperating *at all.* So maybe instead of surfing the net today, I will lay back in this recliner and read. I finished the first Harry Potter book last night, so today I begin the second one. I saw both of the films, so the second book will be foamiliar to me, but I've discovered that the book is far better than the film. In books you can go into more detail, and I suppose film has time and content constraints. Anyway, time to recline and yell at the cats for destroying the window shades. Damn dumb cats..

Meow

Sher

" I sucked the moon
I spoke too soon
And how much did it cost?
I was dropped from moonbeams
And sailed on shooting stars"

2003-07-17T22:21:00.000-04:00

"Have you updated *your* blog yet??" This is what Kerry says to me after she gets home from work. I insist that this is not soley MY blog, but that it is OUR blog. I try to convinve her to add an entry to this thing, to no avail. No, she won't make an entry, but she can add a comment about "Rainbow Bridge." She wants to die a painful death, I think. *smirk* But I'll let it slide this time, only because she is still trying to assimilate as Customer Service Whore, and feels that her former Furniture Whore co-workers are giving her the cold shoulder. Poor baby.

I just completed my second story in the Severus Snape Slash-Fest. One of the other contributers is a former teacher, and she is my beta reader. I've learned an awful lot about tenses, punctuation and sentence structure from her. My second story flowed out a bit easier than the first, even though it took just a bit longer for me to write. I am constantly going back and re-writing things. Her voice is in my ear reminding me about tense, sentence structure and paragraphs, LOL! I suppose I am a bit of a perfectionist, and should realise that I'm not perfect and to trust my instinct. I also share a lot of my writing (for the fest)with Tim (of Tim and Taran) and he shares some of his writing with me. This has been helpful because we both can get a bit of an opinion on how things are going with our respective stories. And we bounce ideas off each other. When I could not figure out how to start the story I just finished, he gave me a good idea, and I was able to take it and run. So, thanks to Tim for bouncing ideas around. Maybe I can convince Kerry to read this one for me. Not that she even likes anything Potter related, or knows about the world of slash fiction..but I might twist her arm. As long as there is no gay male porn in it, she may manage.

Speaking of Potter, I have to thank Jenn for thinking of me a few years back and wanting to lend me the books. At that time, I was still resitant to all things Potter, thinking they were "kiddy" books. Sadly, Jenn died before I decided to pick up the first book in the series, but I get the feeling she is laughing her ass off at me reading them now. And especially laughing at my writing Potter slash hobby. You would have to know Jenn to understand her. This was a woman who, while in college stole a baby Jesus from the manger in front of a church. And as an adult used to "tip her nephew" when she baby-sat him. She said he would be sitting there and she would use her big toe and tip him over LOL then he would sit up again. Just as he got his balance, she would tip his ass over again! I miss Jenn alot, but I sense her presence around once in awhile. We've had a plethora of white butterflies outside around the house recently, and when I took the boys out to do their business earlier today, I made sure I said hi to her. When I did, one of the white butterflies almost dive bombed my head. I suppose I should explain that I feel butterflies are one of my signs that Jenn is hanging around. She comes to Kerry and has conversations in dreams, but I'm not sure she has had a talk with Kerry recently. I think the last one was when we learned her husband was re-marrying. Perhaps Ker will hear from her tonight since I've done a lot of talking about her in the blog.

I went the full day without a tear shed. Kerry had to mention "Rainbow Bridge" and I even hung tough through that. Generally anything that suggests that our baby boys will not be with us forever can set me off in torrents of tears. And nothing does this better than the poem called "Rainbow Bridge." It gets to the part about "caress the beloved head," and WHAM! I am sobbing. LOL! And so I gather up my boys and I caress their beloved heads and hold them close while I can. It's no wonder those dirty dogs are spoiled rotten! They are at this moment asleep with Kerry, who is also asleep on the sofa. And I am sat here typing in the dark with Primetime Live on the telly. Ohh I hear a yawn from the sofa, and then the rattle of a collar, and the squeak of a toy. IT LIVES! Kerry is sitting up and grumbling about something. Gotta love this woman. It's no wonder she stole my heart...

On that note, I am logging off this entry. Have a great Thursday. I might see you tomorrow. Hell, you'll see me tomorrow..you're hooked!

Sher

"May pretty horses
Come to you
As you sleep
I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash
All over me"

2003-07-16T18:25:00.000-04:00

Hello, my loyal reader(s). I hope you are all having a wonderful Wednesday. Hump day. How utterly rude that phrase sounds. Of course, I don't use that phrase, only stupid radio disk jockeys do. And I was not a stupid radio disk jockey. I like to consider myself one of the more intelligent ones. Note I say *like* to consider. So today is Wednesday. To be truthful, they tend to run together for me. The only way I know what night it is is by what is on the telly. Tonight is Big Brother eviction night, so it must be Wednesday. *yawn*

Speaking of the telly, the news is beginning to get really..crap. I think I should avoid watching it. There is never anything good on the news, and they're always blowing things out of proportion. It's really very distressing.In fact, it's enough to make one want to curl up in a ball and sleep their life away. *yawn*

I dyed my hair last night. Was going for red. Got..RED. My hair is redder than a Weasleys hair! (note the Harry Potter reference lol) I am pretty sure it will tone down after a few washings. I hate to see what happens to it when I get in the pool and the chlorine has a field day with it. Maybe it will also help tone down the colour. It's also nearly shoulder length, so I may give it a cut. Chop chop!

Ohh, I just got an e-mail from Kerry. How cool, she's got an internet connection. Furniture Whores did not have that, but in the world of the Customer Service Whore, she gets e-mail. That's cool, then I can talk to her all day on the net. LOL.

I've not cried once today. This is a huge accomplishment for me. I can even say that I listened to all of the Radiohead songs that would normally make me weep, and they did not make me do that today. Of course, "Street Spirit" is coming up, and that one is dreadfully sad. But I think I can handle the pressure. I sould like I am climbing Mount Fucking Everest or something. Jeez, it's just music. I guess music is something that has a strange effect on me. Maybe not even strange. It just effects me. And I suppose that's okay. Music is what brought me to Kerry, so it can't be all that bad.

Charlie is asleep on my shoulder and Bodhi crashed on my lap. The trust they must have in me to be able to surrender that fully and sleep on me. It never fails to amaze me. *queue's sappy music* "Leave a tender moment alone.." Okay, maybe not..

Out of stuff to say, I just want to sleep right now. *yawn* Oh, and I am starving..foooood pleeeaaasse! Donations are gladly accepted. LOL

Sher

"Today is the first day of the rest of your days
So lighten up, squirt "

2003-07-15T21:59:00.000-04:00

Kerry just sent me the funniest link, so I thought I would share it with you. Click HERE and have a laugh. The page you will get to is not an error, please read carefully. All links are interactive, so click those too. Heh heh!

I can make our big announcement now. Kerry is no longer a Furniture Whore. (YAY!!) She will now be a customer service Whore. This means no more working on commision, and this really helps alleviate my mood. A lot. She begins her new career (at the same company) tomorrow.

I am watching Ground Force right now. I kind of miss Alan Titchmarsh although the garden diva Charlie Dimmock is still on the program. I am currently mad with them, as they did not pick our house for the Ground Force USA shows. Boo-hoo.

I have decided that I will not cry tomorrow. Although if I listen to any Radiohead, I cannot guarantee that the tears won't come on their own. At least I am less morose and solemn. And this is good.

Sher

"The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air"

2003-07-15T14:58:00.000-04:00

I'm back again. And so soon, too. I want to share a website with you. It belongs to a friend I met through the Severus Snape Fuh~Q~Fest. So I am linking to Tim and Taran's page, because everyone should read Taran's words. I was especially moved by "The Darker Side," and it leads me to wonder if subconciously know that we are going to be leaving physical world soon. Anyway, I was profoundly touched by this page, and wanted to share it. Taran and Tim's Page, please go read Taran's words. So bitterweet and poignant. I want to thank Tim for sharing it with me. Thank you.

Sher

Just for You
wish i could shine a star just for you.
a light to guide your way
red as a heart
warm as my love
something to remind you every night
you are loved
you are thought of
you have a friend
who's love for you
out shines even the glow of the moon

- Taran Parsons

2003-07-15T14:27:00.000-04:00

Can I get a T-Shirt that says "I am Erica Fucking Kane!" on it? I could just see Susan Lucci in character saying something like that. I'm watching All My Children right now, so I guess I have Erica on the brain. Eden Riegel is doing such a great job of portraying rape victim Bianca Montgomery. I just hope that they give her a little more empowerment soon. The "Bianca-as-victim" thing gets old, and this is one character that deserves a little happiness, and soon. Bianca's poor girlfriend, Lena (played by the beautiful Olga Sosnovska) is being very patient. I hope they don't draw this out too terribly long. It's over now, so I shall shut up about AMC.

There is not too much to say this afternoon, maybe later today I'll have something of worth to say and will pop over here to say it. I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat waiting, aren't you? I thought so...

Sher

"If I get old
I will not give in
But if I do
Remind me of this

Remind me that
Once I was free
Once I was cool
Once I was me"

2003-07-15T02:15:00.000-04:00

Well whaddya know? I am updating again tonight. I'm sitting here looking at "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert," which I recorded last night before the storm took out our satellite. And as I watch it, I wonder..where did they put all those fancy frocks on that bus? I mean, we are talking some MAJOR costumery here. And when they are out in the desert with the Aboriginal people, where did they get the make up and costumes to dress up out there by the firelight? Things that make you go hmmm.. :) Of course, it doesn't take much to make me go "hmmmm." But if anyone has an answer, please let me know.

I wish I had more to say, but I think my mind is kind of in a place where saying something of relevance is getting more and more difficult. I think my state of mind has a lot to do with it. I've found myself in a very dark and morose place as of late, and I hate to project that on to others. Just leave me to sit and mope in my solitude, or something like that.

I was playing The Sims Online until recently. I guess the novelty wore off pretty quickly for me. I began playing the game back in October of 2002, during the beta testing days. It was really a lot of fun in the beginning. But due to object limits and such, it really became tedious. Because the house you lived in had object limits, and each SIM had object limits. If you were a roomie somewhere, you could not buy anything, because the house already met it's limit. So all there was to do was skill and make money and chat. It got truly boring for me. Then there was the "Mob" element, which I thought was downright asinine. People who had multiple accounts trying to rule the game. I had no time for that and finally said enough is enough. I think if Maxis adds more content it might be better, but for now, I can't be arsed to pay a monthly charge for what they are offering. And I am sure in the hell not paying good money to be intimidated by people on ego trips and power trips and whetever the hell other trip they are on. Just because they feel the need to overcompensate for a crappy real life, small penis, or some other stupid real life issue doesn't mean they have to subject other paying players to intimidation and bullshit. That's my rant and I'm sticking to it.

We've decided that dachshunds are stubborn little dogs that do what they want, where they want, when they want to do it. For example, Charlie decided he did not wish to be outside to use the loo. He decided that our bed is a much better option, and he let his bladder cut loose all over the sheets. I suppose it is as good a reason as any to wash the sheets. When the grass is a tiny bit wet they refuse to use it for their business. Usually they go into the dining room and use the lino, but do you think they could do that today???. Noooo! Today I found two piss spots on the bloody Pergo, and Charlie's little fun on the bed. Not more than 15 minutes ago both of them were outside to allegedly potty. But what do I find on the lino in the dining room? Piss and poop. Yeah, the ever popular pile of poo and puddle of pee. It gets old, I can promise you this. Then earlier in the day, I had Charlie outside and he is just standing steadfast, firmly attached to the ground and not budging to the grass. Eventually the bugger walked out of his collar. Instead of dropping into the submissive position, the little shit trots up to the door and wags his annoying little tail to go in the house. And mommy (ME) is left outside in an absolute snit. I come in the house and I tell him "Fine! You run away, see if I care!" Of course, we all know that I care, but me being in this weeks long funk doesn't do much to help the situation.

Well, I knew it was just too good to last. Both neighbours, who I thought were gone on vacation, showed back up at their homes on Sunday evening. Blergh. Sullen teens and annoying toddlers. My idea of fun fun fun in the sun sun sun. Actually, the younger ones are now older than toddlers, but they look very young. Hopefully they will not be like the sullen teens next door who decided to whip out their electric guitar and amp and play a stellar *ahem* version of "Iron Man." I think Kerry and I laughed and laughed that day. After we swore under our breath that sullen teen was annoying the hell out of us.. And I can appreciate "Iron Man." Honestly. But it helps when it sounds right..

In one of my prior entries I mentioned how Kerry made me laugh about the prisoner inmates website she found. I want to apologise for saying that I laughed at it. Although some of the inmates had funny ads, it is never funny when someone is convicted of a crime and ends up in the prison system. I will link to the site anywway, but not as a joke. Write A Prisoner However, if you write a prisoner, please be careful about what you disclose about yourself or your location. I would not want anyone to have troubles based on something I wrote here.

Mind is blank again, so I will end this entry. The eyes are the window to the soul. I think my words are my windows.

Sher

"Please forget the words that I just blurted out
It wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt
It keeps rattling my cage
And there's nothing in this world will keep it down"

2003-07-13T21:12:00.000-04:00

I am listening right now to Christopher O'Riley's classical rendition of Radiohead's "Karma Police." What a really awesome job he has done with these songs! He is using the piano as not only the instrument, but to represent Thom Yorke's vocals. I was not quite taken with his verion of "True Love Waits," but "Karma Police" and "Exit Music (From a Movie)" are really stunning. The link I used here says he is better, but I would still prefer to hear the real thing. :)

My mood has lightened considerably. So ignore the earlier whinging. Thank you very much.

2003-07-13T17:26:00.000-04:00

"I'll drown my beliefs
To have your babies
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave, don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave, don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile

Just lonely, lonely...
Just lonely, lonely..."

-True Love Waits

2003-07-13T17:21:00.000-04:00

I suppose the only way this will get updated is if I do it. I was going to hold out until Kerry made an entry, but I might as well hold my breath on that one. Because it ain't ever gonna happen.

I am in a relatively foul mood right now. I should not attempt things like this while I'm in a foul mood *sigh* but Bodhi and Charlie are sleeping on my lap and Malachy is in the window. So I really can't feel crummy with all these loveable children all around me. They are so sweet when they sleep. Sometimes I think it would be nice if they slept all the time, especially those raucous cats, but then they would not be very good company.

Kerry had me laughing last night, which is one of the reasons I thought she should make an entry. She had found this prison pen pal site, and it's all of these prisoners who are looking for pen pals. Some of the stuff she was reading to me was hilarious, but I am not able to send you to the page because she did not send me the link. I hate when stuff like that happens. So now I will have to bug her to send me the link so I can link it here. Everyone deserves to laugh as much as I did last night.

I think our neighbours are on vacation or something. I saw an elderly lady checking their mailbox, then going into the house. I must say, it is sweet respite to have the teens away from their house, because they can get pretty obnoxious. Many times they are out in the back shooting bb guns. Now this normally would not bother me, but we have a shelter thing for stray cats back there and once the little house was shot, and the siding got a hole in it. So I had to putty it up, and it has stayed pretty much waterproof since. But then the kids are forever crossing our yard to get into their yard, or throwing balls in the direction of our car. I swear, one day they are gonna hit the car and I am gonna go ballistic. Seriously! So we have toddlers (actually they are about 5-7) living on one side, and the teens on the other. It's veritable children hell. I don't care too much for kids, heaven knows how I ended up a mother of one of them. He is grown though, so I don't have to deal with him. But when he was little, he was a piece of work, I tell you. He took an electric drill and began to drill holes in furniture that did not belong to us. That was just for starters! I won't even go into the troubles we had with him. Suffice to say he is (relatively) normal now, depending on how you define "normal." He is certainly not average. :)

Sometimes nothing works as well as a good cry to help lift my mood. So, I had one of those earlier and now I am feeling less crappy. My dad called, and let me tell you, that is always fun. Do you detect the little bit of sarcasm in there? My relationship with my dad is kind of a long drawn out story and I'm not in the mood to tell it, really. I'll just say he vanished when I was 13 and then reappeared when I was in my 30's. Kind of strange, really. But I digress. The past is dead and gone and it really makes no difference. Maybe I can convince myself of that one of these days. And then it may finally be true. Sometimes, it's so difficult to escape your past.

So today I sit here and feel sorry for myself, listening to Radiohead songs. A good portion of them are really good for that "good cry" thing I have going. I could arrange them in WinAmp so I can have all the ones that make me cry from sadness together, the ones that make me cry from beauty together and of course the ones that just make me cry for no reason together. Sounds like a plan. I have nearly 5 hours programmed here, I could spend a good portion of my day sitting here sobbing. How cleansing.

Kerry may be saved from the world of Furniture Whoredom very soon. Much too early for me to discuss or speculate on, so I'll just remain mum until we can make an official announcement. It will be so good to get her out of sales. She just doesn't have the...I can't think of the word I'm looking for. Her deameanour is not cutthroat enough for sales. She could never steal a sale out from under a co-workers nose, even though they could do it to her. She has far too much integrity. I think that was the word I was looking for.

I could go on and on, but I see no point to boring anyone senseless. So I'll update tomorrow, since Kerry refuses to do one of her own. Ciao!

Sher

"Don't die on the motorway
The moon would freeze, the plants would die
I couldn't cope if you crashed today
All the things I forgot to say"

2003-07-09T13:36:00.000-04:00

Wow. I just got an e-mail from w.a.s.t.e. and the news was interesting. I quote: "9th and 10th October 2003 Madison Square Garden, New York - Ticket On-Sale Date - 18th July 2003." Now this is good news, and it is also bad news. The good news is that it is an October Radiohead gig, and it's indoors. The crap news is that it's in Madison Square Garden, and getting tickets for GOOD (first 5 rows) seats will be impossible. I don't relish driving 5 hours and having crap seats, you know? I want to be able to see Jonny's wrist brace as he wails on that guitar.. So that brings me to the worst news..I can guarantee I will not be there. But good luck to all of you other fans. I hope you enjoy the show for me. It's times like this that I wish I was still working in radio and getting comp tickets and backstage passes. *sigh.* OH. MY. GOODNESS. Terry, are you reading this?? This is just written especially for your benefit. "Location : Parc Jean Drapeau, Montreal, Canada Show date: 15th August 2003 - Tickets go on sale : 12 midday 21st June 2003." So is this an outdoor venue, or what? Then they hit Toronto the next day. Bloody freaking hell! Canada, despite it's relatively close proximity to us, it just too far away. Damn damn DAMN! Why can't they come to the Delaware State Fair, huh? Or Sun Fest in Ocean City, Maryland? Hmm? I can make it to those things! Nothing decent ever comes here, I don't know why I bother to even hope for it. Pout over.

On the topic of concerts, Kerry won a contest last year from... oh gosh, who was it? I'll have to ask her. Anyway, she won the first prize, which was an all expenses paid trip to Chicago to see The Rolling Stones live. Well, being the mega Stones fans that we are, the prize was transferred to our son, Greg and his girlfriend Amanda, as a Christmas gift. The company paid their airfare, and put them up in the House of Blues Hotel, and they had transportation to the concert and back. He told us the seats were not too bad and they both had a really good time. I should ask him if he took pictures in the hotel because I am curious as to how the room looked. And just think, she was only trying to win second place which was a CD library. OH..it was "That 70's Show." They sponsored the contest. I knew if I thought on it a bit I would remember.

I thought I would work on this blog during the night, but I failed to write in it last night. So I find myself here this early afternoon trying to find something to say. I feel that the words flow out easier in the late night hours. Maybe it's just my imagination and they flow out easier no matter the time of day. Perhaps it's just my creeping self doubt that chips away at me, making me second guess myself. Like I said when I began working on this blog, Kerry is the true humourist in this house, and I wish she would add entries to this thing. You see, Kerry may currently be a Furniture Whore, but she has a comedian living deep down inside just dying to get out. At work she is the practical joker and has become the source of endless entertainment for her co-workers. Speaking about Kerry and contests...Fed Ex just backed into my driveway. I was hoping it would be the nice big check that I'm expecting, but it appears Kerry has won another contest. And the prize is ever so useful....looks like bathing suit..a bikini. This is laughable, because number one, neither of us would be caught dead in a bikini, and number two, you'd have to be on the twig and berries diet to fit into it. And it's a size LARGE! Since when is large teeny tiny? Oh well, E-Bay here we come!

For whatever reason, my blog writing muse is not talking to me today, so this will have to be short. I just want to add that Kerry and I had the opportunity to talk to our friend from Canada Terry, who gave me a compliment by saying I sound Canadian. I happen to despise my voice, but for some reason people like it. Who knew!? I used it to ensnare Kerry, so it must be pretty good, eh? (see, I said eh!!) Anyway, Terry is attempting to teach us some French. *insert hysterical laughter here* How many ways can you say "eeeew?" I mean that! There are so many French words that have that "eeeew" sound in it, but it is not like the American "eeeeeeew," but more short and snappy, more like "ewe" without the "ya" sound at the start. I fear that French will forever elude me and I shall not be able to talk behind peoples backs and sound delicious doing it.. Mores the pity. I was so good at double talk and igpay atinlay..

Until I find something more thought provoking to say..

Sher

"There's nothing so dull
As talking, talking 'bout yourself
But what I meant to say
I'm sorry that I lost control"

P.S. Terry says my song lyric additions are mystifying as she never knows where they come from. Just for the record, all of my recent song quotes are.......wait for it...... Radiohead.. *laughs* Read your very own relevant Radiohead rumblings by going here. All lyrics included therein, with the exception of "Hail to the Thief." Their home site Follow Me Around is a pretty extensive Radiohead site as well. So off you go, like good little readers! Cheers!

Sher

2003-07-08T02:57:00.000-04:00

I want to apologise to all the people I was yakking at when I all of the sudden disappeared. Kerry's co-worker called and was having a power outage and she needed a place to sleep. As much as we hate to do it, we had to "straighten" the house up a bit before she came over, and this does not take into account the speed cleaning job that had to be done to make the house presentable. When I was growing up, my mum always had a mop or broom in her hand, and she was always sweeping or cleaning something. With 7 kids and a greasy git for a husband, no wonder. Anyway, we nicknamed my mum "Broomstick" because she was always cleaning or sweeping. I hate to say this, but I think I have married my mum! Kerry is just as anal about cleaning, and always has a broom or mop in her hand.. LOL! I don't think I am going to call her "Broomstick II" because that would just be..wrong.

Mood at the moment: Baby shit GREEN

I should explain. Said co-worker is now bunked down on our sofa, and our door is closed. The air conditioning in this room sucks weenie, so needless to say, we are warm and NOT not enjoying it. I don't begrudge anyone a nice place to rest their head, or a warm shower in the morning...but sometimes..well. Said co-worker is a nice lady, however, she has either bi-polar disorder, or some other mood disorder because she is up and down like a roller coaster on the mood scale. And that's okay...everyone has their quirks and idiosyncracies, right? She's been here since midnight, but has said perhaps 10 words, until we decided to go to bed. Then she gets animated and wants to chat about her loser husband. Just dump his ass, I say. I really ought not post here when I am in a negative frame of mind, but it just couldn't be helped. I'll stop now, before I send everyone off on a major mood spiral.

On a more positive note, the house is clean! I am always amazed at what we (read KER) can accomplish in less than an hours time. Dishes were hastily shoved in the dishwasher, floors swept and mopped, rugs shaken and laid out, counters cleaned and the rubbish removed to the appropriate bin. Every stray paper, flyer and mail was thrown into a bag and is now safely ensconced in the exercise room. Oh yes, we have an exercise room. This is the place where the treadmill lives, alongside the recumbant bike, free weights and Total Gym. Keeping them company is a Yoga tape, a large rubber ball and several Fairly Reliable Entertainment Devices. FRED. Actually, FRED is the only thing that keeps all that equipment company, because we rarely use it. But tomorrow that treadmill will be dusted off and in maybe a week or two I MAY decide to actually use it. We have a stereo there, and recently had the satellite run to that room, so I won't miss the latest going ons in Pine Valley if I choose to walk during "Love in the Afternoon.." We'll just see how long it will take me to make the choice to walk on the treadmill. I'll post it here, so you can follow my progress. I'll even give you my mileage and length of time walked. I'm sure you sit on tenter hooks with bated breath.

It's 2:27 am and I suppose I should stop writing for now. I hope Entenation has the comments working again soon. I looove to read my comments. My friend Terry (see link below) calls herself the "Comments Whore." Hell, I live with a "Furniture Whore" and befriend a "Comments Whore"...what's next?? Maybe that is something better left to the imagination.

Current mood: Summer Sky.

Adieu, adieu..parting is such sweet sorrow..

Oh that Leptoprin BITCH is on my TV!! Someone bitch slap the skank and get her off my telly!

Sher

" I don't want to be crippled cracked
Shoulders, wrists, knees and back
Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours"

2003-07-07T17:01:00.000-04:00

This is just a test to see if I can finally publish on here now. Many thanks to Kat for her patience and long hours helping me get this put together. SO then, gonna publish to see if it works now. :) So far, so gooood. Tweaking the font size!

2003-07-06T15:08:00.000-04:00

Let's address spam e-mail. (no pun intended) I can't even count on one hand how many times I have gotten the e-mail that tells me that I "can be bigger for my lover." Bigger??! Huh? Last time I looked, I had no equipment that a little blue pill will enlarge, thankyouverymuch.. And they address it so "Sherry." But of course, I know dozens of men called "Sherry," don't you? I also have a huge problem with "Claim your FREE* PDA! Cell Phone! Chevy Mustang!" The * has very, very small print that states "with your order of $60,576.99" And now of course, they have glommed onto my new Harry Potter reading hobby.. "What is the Order of the Phoenix? What will be Harry’s next exciting adventure? Find out by getting the newest book in the Harry Potter Series (Book 5) for FREE! That’s right, the phenomenon unparalleled in the publishing industry is yours for Nothing, Nada, Zip…Zilch!" The catch? Ohhh, fill out the order form, and complete one of the offers on the next page. As soon as *American Express/Discover/MasterCard/Visa* approves your card, they will send you your book! Hello!? That does not sound like "Nada, Zip or Zilch" to me. I-Won is also really good about sending "Congratulations, Sherry!!!" My eyes widen..did I win!? So I open the mail..and... Bloody Hell! They are congratulating me on my ability to have 500 enties in their stupid fucking contest. I delete them now without even a cursory glance. Of course, my luck..one of them will be an actual winner one day and I will have deleted it. I suppose though, since I don't enter anyway, my chances of winning are pretty much nil. SPAM..it's not just a mystery meat anymore.

Sher

"Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away, to blow me sky high"

2003-07-06T02:58:00.000-04:00

It's 1:52 AM, and I am still awake. Sleep? What the hell is that? Seems like an alien concept to me.. I totally forgot to mention our very (un)eventful July 4th. It was so exciting that we found ourselves in bed at 8:30 pm, watching episodes of EastEnders that we had missed previously. No fireworks, no flag waving, and no so called "patriotic" displays. Speaking of which, this whole idea of milking September 11th to encourage people to support the little dictators war sickens me. It also bugs me that if one speaks out against the war, then they are branded as unpatriotic. What kind of idiocy is that? And where did this John Wayne bravado come from? The unmitigated arrogance that so many of my fellow country men display makes me shake my head in wonder. Who died and made us ruler of the world? I'll stop this particular rant before I get really pissed off.

However...I have another rant..

Leptoprin. I'm sure you've seen the commercial. "If you want to lose 5 or 6 vanity pounds, then Leptoprin is NOT for you. Leptoprin is much too expensive (insert dramatic pause here) and far too powerful for the casual dieter.." So are they saying that if you are overweight you deserve to pay out the ass for their so called miracle weight loss aid? At $153.00 per bottle, this shit better do more than help you lose weight. However, I doubt that it does. I am so disgusted by this company that I refuse to even link to them here. It's such a sad commentary on society and their perception of weight and what is deemed attractive. And what a mixed message we are being fed, with television commercials bombarding us with such things as Hungry Man frozen dinners because "It's good to be full.." But heaven help you if you actually EAT something more than a twig and some berries.. Americans wonder why thier children are becoming more overweight.all they need do is look at the commercials pedalling crap to the masses in the name of ease and convenience. Hell, we have whole networks devoted soley to food! Ok, this is another rant I should stop before I get carried away.

Best stop now, while I can..

Sher

"Destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world.."

2003-07-05T14:05:00.000-04:00

Can you believe I finally broke down and began reading the very first Harry Potter book? After being resistant to this "kids book" for so long, I finally gave it a chance. And surprise! I am enjoying it. SO I guess I will have to get the rest of them in order to keep up with the antics of Mr. Potter and his cohorts. How fucking sad am I? I think I have crossed the line into official geek-dom. Not that there's anything wrong with that.. *grin*

Kerry and I have decided we are going to move to Canada. Never mind that we don't have enough points to qualify, and I have no actual job skill.. So I think we desperately need to be fluent in French. Oh yeah..can you see it!? With all the anti-French crap going around (Freedom Fries *gag*) we can run around spouting French and generally pissing off Jim Bob Billy Joe Bubba and his redneck cousin Billie Sue Jim Bobbie Bubba.. I think it would be funny as shit..not that shit is particularly funny. But you get the drift. We thought that the Netherlands would be a good option, or was it Denmark? But this requires actually getting on an airplane and flying. Considering this little blog is called "Nervous World," I don't see that happening anytime in the near future! And I don't see a Trans-Atlantic bridge being built any time soon. So Canada it is. I mean, we could theoretically take a day to drive to Canada..

Thursday I spent the day finding a lot of Radiohead songs, and have spent the better part of the subsequent days listening. I can easily say that this is currently my favourite band. While I really like the new album "Hail to the Thief," (clever title!) it's songs from "The Bends" and "OK Computer that really move me emotionally. The pain and beauty in the combination of Thom Yorke's vocals and the music can bring tears to my eyes, especially in songs like "Street Spirit (Fade Out)" and "Lucky." Thom Yorke is probably one of the only singers I have heard whose voice is just as pure live as it is recorded. I would like to have been able to see them live this tour when they come to either PA or MD, but it appears that all that's left is lawn seats, and these are both outdoor venues. Summer, outdoor and MS don't mix, so I will miss out this time, unless some faerie godmother decides to give me 2 front row tickets and an internal air conditioner. Chances of this are slim to none. I'll stop whinging.

It appears that summer has finally made it to Maryland's Eastern Shore. The thermometer in the kitchen constantly reads in the 100's, (F) but I think it is in direct sunlight, so it can't be too accurate. Still, the water in the pool is nearing 90, and was like floating in a lukewarm bath. Yesterday we learned that Charlie is a far better swimmer than Bodhi, but Charlie is a bit more fearful of the water than Bodhi is. Perhaps if we take him in every day we go in, he'll become conditioned to enjoy it. I can tell you, they both sleep like...well..like dogs after they've had a swim. Now if Charlie would just stop smelling of ass... UGH! Maybe a trip to the vet for anal gland squeezing is in order. UGH! That is some smelly mess, let me tell you.

I'm currently recording a film called "Dead Man's Walk" for some members of Eric Schweig's message board, which I frequent. I have to say, this film is a bit graphic in the depiction of scalpings and such. And no one told me that the film was an epic 6 hours long! So I have Radiohead in my ears, blog on my monitor and this film on the telly. I became a fan of Eric's after seeing him in Big Eden. This is possibly one of my very favourite films to date, along with Fucking Amal. Ack, stupid computer would not allow me to put the ring above the a's, so you will have to pretend that they are there.

Well, again my mind has ceased to function. I hear there is a concerted effort to figure out how I can get comments on this darn thing. I believe we are paying for the plus option, but I can't get it to publish under that format. So we have to deal with things as they are right now. So any help you can offer me in the form of code etc. would be appreciated. I could go check and see if I can figure it all out by viewing Terry's source.. If you come back and see a comments slot here, then I was successful. Talk at you again later..

Sher

"Immerse your soul in love.."

Okay, I had comments up here, but for some reason they disappear after a refresh. I guess I need to know where to put this stuff in my template so they stay. Grrrr. Gonna try something else..

I tried something else, which appears to work for the interim, until I figure out where to put the code on the template. Any suggestions are very welcome, believe me!

2003-07-01T21:15:00.000-04:00

I wish there was a way to get feedback or comments on this thing. Or even a way to know if someone other than myself is bothering to read it. Today I learned that one of my links is not working, and I could not find the settings page to fix it. I wonder if it has something to do with this DANO thing that I see mentioned here recently. Oh well, here is the link that is not working: Multiple Sclerosis Sucks.

July 8th marks the beginning of the 4th installment of the debacle that CBS calls Big Brother. Looks like a new twist will introduced this summer. Called the "X Factor", this seasons HouseGuests may be surprised to find themselves living and competing against someone they thought were out of their lives. This should provide all and sundry something very meaningful to view instead of endless reruns.. CBS is also responsible for one of my favourite reality based programs on Thursday nights. No, not Survivor, but the somewhat similar Amazing Race. This is sort of like Eco-Challenge, only far less grueling and for a much larger prize. I have to laugh at the little subtitles these teams are given. For instance, we have Millie and Chuck, who've been dating for twelve (count 'em!!) 12 YEARS, and are still virgins. HUH?? So their little title says "Millie/Chuck dating 12 years/Virgins." I rolled with laughter. Honestly. My favourite team this season is Reichen and Chip. They are the token gay male team, and I am rooting for them to win.

I keep hearing a lot about the new Harry Potter book, but have yet to read even one of them myself. I got the first book for Christmas several years ago, but as of this writing, I've still not read it. I have read an awful lot of Severus Snape Slash fiction, and enjoy the hell out of it, so maybe I should break down and read the books. I've seen the films and have to admit that I've enjoyed them far more than I thought I would. I'm also looking into some Potter FemmeSlash, just to see what's out there.

I've spent the better part of the afternoon writing this days entry. After the first few sentences, we decided to go outside and swim. I vacuumed the pool and then did some swimming and kicking around, after which I floated around blissfully in a lime green inner tube. I love that damn inner tube..or spending time floating around in it. Oh well, my mind is kind of mush and I don't feel like adding anything to this tonight. So then, I am off to watch Keen Eddie. I do love the music on this one...

2003-06-29T23:30:00.000-04:00

I don't know how people manage to post in these things every single day. I think if I had to be witty, profound and funny all the time, I would do some kind of permanent brain damage or something. Or maybe I already have brain damage, and fake normalcy and sanity pretty damn well.

Actually, I think I am suffering from a major brain cramp right now. I can't think of a single thing to say tonight. Maybe it's because HGTV is giving the fascinating details on exactly how a trash compactor works. "Well, the motor in your trash compactor is gonna be larger than the fan in your bathroom, but smaller than your dishwasher...and the power for that is really created with a reduction gear." Huh?? Stimulating stuff, I can assure you. Kerry keeps asking me why I keep pausing the TV to bring you that interesting snippet of dialogue.. I'm sure the suspense is killing her at this very moment!

Speaking of television, I have been inundated with mails from every corner of the universe regarding the impending rape of Bianca Montgomery. Bianca Montgomery?? Who the hell is she, you might ask. Bianca is the fictional daughter of the fictional Erica Kane, who lives in the fictional town of Pine Valley, Pennsylvania on the popular ABC soap, "All My Children." Rumour has it that poor Bianca, Pine Valley's only fictional lesbian, is about to be raped, and this rumour has a good portion of the lesbian community at large in an uproar. I mean, these people are ready to call out GLAAD, RAINN, and the Good Fucking Humour Man to protest the vilification of the Blessed Bianca. What part of FICTIONAL do these people not understand? I admit, I do get wrapped up in the day to day lives of Pine Valley's favourite (only!?) lesbian, but I am not about to call GLAAD about a fictional rape. Maybe some people have too much time on their hands. Perhaps they should take up a safe hobby. Maybe something to do with the day to day operation of trash compactors...

That's it for tonight. Tomorrow we (I) vacuum the pool and we swim in the 90 degree water. YES! The freaking pool water was 90 degrees today! It sure was nice not to have to ease into the water..

Until we meet again..

Ciao

Sher

Okay, so the post about the party was also on the 29th, which is causing a bit of confusion. But where would be be without a little confusion in the world? The next bit was actually done late Saturday night, early Sunday morning.
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2003-06-29T02:21:00.000-04:00

Okay, I was told I need to update this Blog, so here I am. I don't feel especially prolific tonight, so bear with me.

It's been very hot here recently. Too hot to breathe, too hot to think. Maybe my brain has turned into some kind of soup, and refuses to function properly. So I will keep this entry kind of short.

We recently went to the annual "Barnes Barn Party." A "Barnes Barn Party" is something sponsored by Kerry's employers, on their opulent, pretentious estate. This is a multi-acre estate, with an obscenely large house and an equally large barn. This June party was held in this huge barn, which had no air conditioning and over 80 hot, sweating, party goers. Yes, my idea of fun is to sit in a stuffy barn with a dozen furniture whores (a phrase coined by my lovely wife) and watch macho boys (and girls) ride a mechanical bull. I mean, a stuffy barn is just the place for a person with MS to hang out! And there was nothing for Kerry to eat, her being vegetarian..and the rest of the food was gone before many people had even gotten to dish some up. But we did the good employee thing and made an appearance, and beat a hasty retreat by 9pm, while it was still a little light out. This time next year I am counting on some of you to remind me to NOT go to the darn barn party. Please!

Well, the house packing and moving is going nicely, and our phone has stopped ringing every single second. It's now down to every other day or so, which is easier to live with. The funny thing was, not only is Kerry's mum moving house, but so was my mum and grandmum. I'm happy to report that they finally got moved into their brand spanking new double wide and I was not even called once about it! Of course, it helps that my mum is in California and I am in Maryland..and there is not much I could do from here.. darn!

The one good thing about the heat we have had here is that the pool is going to be good for swimming tomorrow. It will be warm and comfy, almost like lukewarm bathwater. You can count on me being in that sucker tomorrow afternoon, after Ker is home from work. I'll be thinking of you all as I float around in my lime green inner tube. Now, if I could only persuade someone to build me a nice little deck and platform, all would be well in the world.

I said this would be short, and so it is. Until I post again..

For Ker and the kids, this is Sher.. cheers!

2003-06-28T21:04:00.000-04:00

Something. Anything. Eat!

2003-06-18T22:08:00.000-04:00

Tonight I begin to work on this blog. Let me begin by saying I am not the witty one of the family. Not by a longshot. I make a good effort, but Ker is really the one who should be jotting down the fun details of our lives. But I am good in a pinch, so I will try.

I feel sorry for anyone in the midst of moving house right now. Scratch that. I feel sorry for anyone whose PARENTS are in the midst of moving house, and calling them every single second of every single day to ask for reassurance. Or how about "Why hasn't *insert Realtors name here* called us today to ask about changing the settlement date?" I do understand they are leaving their comfort zone and all, but the real estate agent is not their personal agent who has only them for clients. I sometimes think they feel that everyone should be at their beck and call 24/7. I guess I am being petty, but the need to vent just became overwhelming.

The cute little dogs you see below are Charlie and Bodhi. They are the amazing miniature dachshsund brothers. Charlie (Sad Sack) is totally neurotic. He barks at everything and nothing. Taking him for a piss is a major undertaking. He has to pace back and forth...back and forth...until the perfect spot is found. This can take up to 20 minutes. For a little dog with a pea sized bladder, that is a damn long wait. But I love Charlie, he sleeps on my lap most of the day, and this is a great thing. Bodhi (Swim Boy) is more laid back, but this is not saying he doesn't have his faults as well. Bodhi is the canine Hoover. I mean, this little dog can smell food that has been tossed into the bin and will scratch for it endlessly. He eats like his throat's been cut & he sleeps on the back of the sofa like a cat. Bodhi is also very smart. He can spell, and knows what E-A-T means, as well as H-U-N-G-R-Y. Notice that he knows words related to F-O-O-D? But we love him too. Who could resist those big brown eyes?

I guess I should introduce myself, huh? I'm Sher. I am one of the humans who live to serve Bodhi and Charlie. :) I have Multiple Sclerosis (how lucky am I?!) We've decided that MS stands for "Many Symptoms." Right now, I think I am having a few of those as we speak. So, I will go drink my fluids, take my vitamins and ignore the creeping numbness. Until I post again..

For Ker and the kids, this is Sher..over and out!

2003-05-25T19:11:00.000-04:00

"SAD SACK"

"Swim Boy"