Slept a couple of hours but that seems to have been enough. The monster kitty wanting to tell me how much he loves me all morning didn't help with this. Even now all he wants to do is rub his face on me and kneed my neck.

I'm about to pounce on Guita to make her get and go to lunch with me now that I'm finally hungry.


Latest on the thrillingwonder feed should be amusing to my crafty friends.

Knitting needles, tentacles and robots on my!

The latest Watchmen production journal is now up all over the intrawubs.
This one (#7 for those keeping count) focusses on the tech behind bringing Dr. Manhattan to the big screen.

Naturally there will be spoilers, you have been warned :D

So, let's sit back with Mr. J and enjoy the show!

( SPOILERIFIC and IMAGE HEAVY )

Unless any news on the Fox~Warners Watchmen lawsuit turns up before hand, I expect the next Watchmen update to include the Nov.6th video journal and (hopefully) screen shots~GN comparison and review of the new Watchmen trailer :)

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Hung out with some awesome people at Blizzcon, half of which I remember/got/connected names for. Much internet was spoken. Many a good story was told.

Including one amazing one about titties. Seriously best accidently humourous delivery of a story EVER.

Note,

I can not have Tomatoes at all any more, they kick my ass far to much and make me sick.

The place we ate tonight had put them on my food when I told them I could not have it and did the thing stupid people do, they just picked them off, not remaking it. As we all know with cut tomatoes, juice from them get on everything so its as bad as if I ate them.

And who the hell puts them on a caesar salad

No Vodka, No Tomatoes, No Peppers, No Eggplant

I can eat Potatoes as long as they're cooked fully but I am still going to not go for them when I can.

It's funny I have been getting sick on these 4 things for years and did not put two and two together till that talk with Nicole. Since I have avoided the nightshades I have day to day felt so much better. I used to eat peppers all the time even though I hated them but I thought as a raw veggy they where good for me , now I know why I felt Ick after eating them.

David Freeh again.

The angel was glorious. Perfection made flesh. Easily eight feet tall, but with limbs and body in ideal proportion. Da Vinci would have wept, even despite the wings he'd considered foolish and unnecessary for the depiction of an angel. For the first time, David could understand how one might fall before such a creature in worship, or before the God that had crafted that creature for the mere task of messenger.

But no, this was no messenger. It was a killer, a hunter, a wolf in human shape, lean and long and muscular. Its coat was battered mail, its fang a dull and notched sword. Arms and armor of a life-long soldier, horribly incongruous on a being as fair as the angel. Wings as white as fresh snow, as a cloud on a bright summer day, except for the trailing feathers which looked to have been dipped in blood.

It looked down on David and laughed bitterly, the unpleasant twist of its bitterness made all the more hideous by its beauty. "By Father, you're a bold one," it said. "I don't think I've ever heard of a single human actually asking for the name of any of us. Very well, little cousin, I'll tell you my name. But I'll say it like a human would, so I don't turn your brain into porridge." It leaned down a little, and whispered to David as if imparting a great secret: "Azazel."

The words were out of David's mouth before he could stop himself. "Isn't that a demon's name," he asked.

Azazel snorted. "How would you know, atheist?" It bit that last off, tearing the word loose with its teeth. "Hear it from a movie? Read it in a comic book? Ever since the Word was heard by mortal ears, it's been bastardized further in every retelling. Every iteration grows further and further from the truth." The angel shook its head. "One more question. That was the bargain. Ask it and I'm quit of you, human."

"The, uh..." David shook his head, trying to clear it. There was so much, and this chance... It would never come again. "This is the apocalypse, isn't it," he said. "The end times. Revelation."

"Yes," Azazel said, and turned away. "Very well, then. You have your answers, for all the good they will--"

"No, no!" David took a step forward, reaching out to grab at the angel's elbow a moment before pulling back. "I mean... What I've always heard about this kind of thing... There'll be the Antichrist, won't there? The one who seeks to take and enslave humanity, to come under a benevolent guise and bend everything left to ruin? Who is he? She? It?"

Azazel rounded on David, its eyes blazing with anger. "The Antichrist?" It jabbed a finger at the center of David's chest, stumbling him backwards with the force. "You are the antichrist! Everyone out there, all those miserable humans, they are antichrists! You, humanity, do not need a leader to drag you into ruin.

"You were taught kindness, fairness, love and charity and self-sacrifice! You were taught, above all else, to rise above base humanity and be something superior, something of Heaven upon Earth! Dozens, even hundreds of different prophets have told you so, again and again for thousands of years, and again and again you ignore it! You wallow in mediocrity, apathy, adequacy, never even trying to be something more!

"With just a little effort, a little restraint, you could have had paradise here in your own lives! Instead, you mope over some lost Eden or try to figure out the magic words to escape to Heaven when you die, to get paradise without even trying! That is the essence of antichrist, and your whole worthless species reeks of it!"

Azazel turned away, presented its back to David. It crossed its arms, drew its wings in tight, closing up into itself. Its voice was murderous when it spoke, violence barely constrained, "You have your answers. Get out of here."

During the rush hour at the Del Amo Fashion Center today, some guy went to the mall in a t-shirt proclaiming white power with the Hitler swastika emblazoned in the middle of his shirt. He was something else. When the cops started swarming around him, he had no idea why would they mistreat him. He has his rights to first amendment. He was telling the cops that this is a white country so he has the right to wear a shirt that said so.

Also, my bf gave me Mad Cow Disease. I'm so happy. He promise to give me gonorrhea and ebola, too. I can't wait!!! I want them now.

pagan pride day is over for another year.

didn't sell much. but that's ok. i got to hang out with my daughter and the grandkids, my son and pujo. and got to schmooze with my pagan homies. that's always good.

people seemed to like my tarot workshop. i do much better answering questions that just giving a straight through talk.

and once again, my granddaughter angel has made a name for herself. last year it was her getting up onstage with the performers and dancing to their music. my teens who were supposed to be keeping an eye on her, were, but from an embarrassed distance. LOL!

and this year? well at the end i found out she joined one of the open community rituals by herself, behaved herself completely and followed the HPS's directions. she even participated when she was asked something about building community. her reply was that there needed to be more playgrounds.

(i completely agree, on many levels.)

THEN she went around with the little decorated bubble vials and sold them to people all over the grounds. she sold some for her mom, and her mom gave her a portion of the proceeds to buy herself a little glow in the dark fairy wand. then she decided she should buy her little sister a wand too, so sold more of the bubbles. by the end of the evening, she had sold at least 18 of the things. which means that she had the courage to go up to much more than 18 strangers and ask them if they wanted to buy bubbles. probably didn't hurt that she was dressed in her new fairy wings, and was carrying her wand around too. she's 6.

we took pujo too. pujo needed to meet the person who will be petsitting him while we are gone next weekend to samhain camping. and pujo was a hit. lthough by the end of the day, the poor thing was exhausted and got angry at some strange people who were acting a bit too familiar with him. i have never seen pujo snarl and lunge at someone before. bark? lots. but actually strain the leash and dig into the dirt with teeth bared and ears laid flat back? i was shocked. but i think it was the unfamiliarity of the whole situation. we haven't socialized him with other people except family, or other dogs. so he was probably strained to his limit at that point. fortunately we were packing up to leave.

we'll start getting him out and about more.

and me? i'm now going to bed.

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Damn. Now I really want my copy of Planescape: Torment back. Copies on eBay are going for prices ranging from the sort-of-reasonable to the frightening.

Yay! My tablet that I ordered a few days ago in the mail arrived just yesterday! I love it so much :O I really should be working on homework but this thing is way too addictive. <3

I also started donating blood today! My dad has been doing it since he was 20 so I decided that I will start too, now that I'm old enough. All I have to say is HOLY SH*T is the needle HUGE. :OOO It dosen't hurt though.

Gaaaah, I need to go find a Hallowe'en costume! I only really have time on Saturday's but lately I keep getting called into work instead. D:

I'm excited for the ghost train and going to the pumpkin patch. =D

Logan has discovered that the "PetSafe indoor bark control" device is the "enemy" that makes that nasty noise that only he and Maddie can hear when he barks. His solution to the problem? Confront the device head-on and bark at it.

He's my dog, all right - "UR DOIN IT WRONG."