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Snagged this from trexphile

Seemed like a good note to drag myself off to bed on

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Last Cigarette:	Ten minutes ago
Last Alcoholic Drink:	A month ago
Last Car Ride:	Three this afternoon
Last Kiss:	Half hour or so ago
Last Good Cry:	Don't recall - thats not heathy
Last Library Book:	Where the Red Fern Grows
Last book bought:	Apocolypse How
Last Book Read:	Same as above
Last Movie Seen in Theatres:	Hancock
Last Movie Rented:	Be kind rewind
Last Cuss Word Uttered:	Shit
Last Beverage Drank:	Diet Coke
Last Food Consumed:	Frosted Flakes
Last Crush:	I keep them all going so none is my last
Last Phone Call:	Em this eve
Last TV Show Watched:	The Soup
Last Time Showered:	This afternoon
Last Shoes Worn:	my sandals by the front door
Last CD Played:	Meatloaf mix I made
Last Item Bought:	Dance crap for Em's play
Last Download:	TDK pics of Banker Bill this afternoon
Last Annoyance:	See last crush
Last Disappointment:	Seeing the price of the Europe trip
Last Soda Drank:	Diet Coke
Last Thing Written:	I have writers block - rubbing salt in that wound is cruel
Last Key Used:	Car key
Last Words Spoken:	Go to bed Emma
Last Sleep:	7 am this morn
Last Ice Cream Eaten:	Coconut almond coldstone about 10 days back
Last Chair Sat In:	The one my butt is on right now
Last Webpage Visited:	PB slash
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Brother Owl’s Tale
A Native American Fable
As retold by sabaceanbabe

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( Brother Owl had not always been a night bird. )

So this week I got not just one but *two* letters from the UK:

1) By registered mail, I got something I'd completely forgotten about, namely a personally autographed photo of David Tennant, courtesy of Headway Essex.


Headway Essex is a medical center that focuses on brain injuries, which helped inform Tennant on a film he did with Sarah Parish (he should work with her more often ;>), "Recovery," which probably never has and probably never will be shown here in the States. The center sounded really interesting and I donated money to get the card, as described here. I told them that if they were out of cards by now, it was okay. But they did have one to send me, apparently. Tennant signed a thousand of them, so good thing he can just grow another hand if it became numb--and yes, I'm sorry for injecting a "Doctor Who" in-joke there !


2) I had the nerve to be ever-so-slightly disappointed when I opened the registered letter to get the Tennant photo because I thought that it was something else--which arrived by regular mail the next day, thankfully! I am proud to announce that I am a Golden Sock Angel!!


(OK, if you don't know I have a su-preme-ly silly side by now, you're just not paying attention--!)

A Sock Angel is someone who sent a donation to the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre so that they could travel to and entertain at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe. What is that? Not a clue! (OK, not completely true, I know it's an arts festival. Bu that's all I know--and that's on the web site!)

Seriously, I bumped into the Socks accidentally on YouTube one night, and *I* thought they were funny. And when I saw their "Socks Appeal" video, I thought that if I could help them do something, why not--?

Here's their "Torchwood" parody, "Torchwool"--!


I shan't be sending any more money overseas, though.

If for no other reason, then to discourage my ever again saying "shan't"--!

Treatment for pulled muscle/cartilage/whatever: Codeine + Gin & Tonic.

Okay, that's one reason. Most of the rest have to do with hard work and poor attention span and sub-par memory. Yeah, like that.

OW. I moved...

It's not easy being made of gristle.

I either pulled a muscle or tore some cartilage. It feels like I have glass in my right lung. Can't take a deep breath and coughing is astonishingly painful. Tomorrow morning will be wretched, if I can get through tonight.

Tried to go shopping. Ended up having a coughing fit and coming home. I think I strained something in my right lung, because now when I cough... Ow...

Did you know the biggest problem with everyone knowing you write for a hobby is the fact that once they know they all begin to ride you to try doing something productive with it.

Having dinner with my brother and sister in law last night means we got into this topic once again.

Got into it then and Mark's holding on to it still today.

While its all very frustrating for me each time at least this time around my sister in law had some fairly productive thoughts.

Knowing me, my love of writing and her working in advertising for a chain of local hometown newspapers she made a reasonable suggestion to me as we walked over and watched the film crew shooting down the street from the resturant.

She said TPTB at her company can often be heard saying reporters come and go but it's personalities that really sells. Basically she said the brass ring is getting readers to like, or dislike as that works to, a writer to the point they're eager to hear what they say no matter the topic.

She thinks I may have the sort of personality that sells.

I got all clever throwing up road blocks in the fact I didn't have anything to back up asking for a shot but that arguement fell through as she suggested I start in blog all that I would do now to have a concrete place to show and prove what I could do before I dare ask for a shot.

It's not a bad idea I guess?
Certainly not gonna take too much effort to go ahead and give it a shot.

Throwing caution to the wind by giving it a try already in working on postings about the film crew, the demolition of the oldest school building in town and a little tongue in cheek thingie about mopeds and steering wheel text messaging I suddenly realized...

I NEED A NAME FOR THIS BLOG!

Heeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllpppp!

~I don't want to use my city name because there are so many other communities with events nearby I'd surely want write about.

~If I follow my SIL's advice about needing to be a personality as much as a writer to get my foot in the door I need to use my name in there somewhere.

Got any ideas?

I'm utterly clueless so ANY and ALL SUGGESTIONS are very much appreciated.

Coughing fit + cockroach in the Kleenex box. This has happened twice this week.

I slept pretty rough, but apparently got enough sleep, because I mostly didn't feel drowsy at exercise. I did more leg work than usual, and feel it in a lot of spots now. At did quite a few shoulder exercises too, but none seem to have left any aches.

After the workout, I did 43 minutes on the treadmill, starting at 5.0 for a while, mostly at 4.0, and up to 5.0 or 6.0 during ad breaks. It was a total of 3 miles, which made up for Wednesday.

The persistent shoulder ache that went away a week or two ago seemed like it was back last night, but it went away this evening. Maybe the exercise cut it off before it could take hold again.

The info package about the 2009 Europe trip arrived yesterday and the cost , because its a longer special tour this coming year, is 1600 more than the worst we'd dared to imagine.

It's astronomical and simply not workable unless I can get someone to sponsor her.

Em is upset and making me crazy with all sorts of fund raising ideas that would help with little more than a few hundered dollars. While I appreciate her efforts all this is only making the situation more tense as the only way any of it will matter is if I can find her a rich benefactor.

While that is certainly possible its not gonna be easy.

I'm gonna have to get real creative on where to turn, finding the right angle when I turn, to MAYBE AT BEST get someone or someplace with MONEY to be eager to send a kid to Europe.

Could really use someone filthy rich - perhaps Madonna will wander through town... she grew up here and comes back to visit occasionally - who likes to or at the very least wants to exploit the press of doing something nice for a kid.

Gonna need to do some world class letter writing in the next couple weeks!
At least all that writing will come in handy?

Marks in utter shock.
She's crabby as hell about it all
Gonna be A LONG DAY here today.

In all seriousness, I didn't have much excitement for The Dark Knight. I loved Batman Begins, and I was more excited for this sequel a few years ago. However, I have to say this: any expectations I could have had, it absolutely blew them all away. Stephanie and I spent AN HOUR after the movie talking about the details and I know that there were many themes and examples that we didn't touch. Talk about a cerebral superhero movie. For the kind of movie that it is, it is in a class by itself. Just...shit man. I need to see it again.

I love Mucinex. I love Tang. I love chicken soup. I will get better.

Having a gross cough now, but the Mucinex will kick in again and I shall eventually be phlegmless...

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Samantha
4 LETTER WORD: Soon
BOY NAME: Samuel
GIRL NAME: Susan
OCCUPATION: Sailor
A COLOUR: Sienna
SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Sandals
BEVERAGE: Scotch!
FOOD: Sauerkraut
SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Shampoo
PLACE: Scotland
REASON FOR BEING LATE: Sewing
YOU SHOUT: Sh*t!!

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Katerin
4 LETTER WORD: Kiss
BOY NAME: Keith
GIRL NAME: Karen
OCCUPATION: Kelly Girl
A COLOUR: Khaki
SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Kimono
BEVERAGE: Kamikaze
FOOD: Kiwi
SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Keyhole (in the door)
PLACE: Kansas
REASON FOR BEING LATE: Keys
YOU SHOUT: Kaboom!!

One day my kids will grow up and say...
"Remember all the things Mom made us do saying *You'll remember this when you grow up!*"

They'll think it was all silly BUT in saying that they'll be remembering it which means I WIN!

I told them just that as I dragged them both out in the boiling sun to watch Clint Eastwood flim a movie in town.

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OH! I almost forgot we did learn that twirling your index finger in the air is a call for silence. Interesting and something I intend to use on both kids ;o)

I have a new Palm Centro. Which is awesome and lets me be on the Internet wherever I can get a signal. Bonus? Pocket Tunes also plays Internet radio stations.

Yes. Technology has finally advanced to the point where I can listen to the radio from a pocket-sized device. It's a wonderful age we live in.

Firstly: Milo's home. :D Secondly: I respect him more now than ever. <3

Going to LA in a few and spend time with a friend out there. Spending time together and going to see Dark Knight. It's a late birthday present to me! :D

I can't believe Con is five days away. Still lots to do before then.

But for the moment, and until tomorrow, a bit of relaxing. Oh. And I get to go on a LA bus for the first time. *L* A little nervous, but I'm sure it'll be fine.

Can't wait to talk about Dark Knight with you when I've seen it.

Okay! Seeyas all!

Happy Friday!

*snugs*

There are some clips from the new Mamma Mia movie on YouTube. It looks pretty painful. I'm still going to go see it, if only because I believe in encouraging Hollywood to make more musicals (pleaseWickedpleaseWickedplease!), but my expectations are significantly lowered.

Why must every ounce of disgusting infected gore from the lungs on up drain out through the face? Why is there not some duct somewhere that can be tapped by a team of specialists in rubber suits?

Flu sucks; post-flu sucks. I think I'm three pounds lighter than I was when I woke up.

Do you realize how much better Smallville would be if Clark and Lex sang like this?