Bell, Book, and Candle

Sesquicentennial Again

My angst has 150 flavors today, all bundled together in a franchise storefront parlour-truck. It's roaming my neighborhood, playing "Teddy Bear Picnic" and frightening children, so I've taken the mace from the desk next to mine and beaten it (the angst) about the head-and-shoulders till the blood from its wounds mingles with the bloody footprints it its been leaving all over the sidewalk.

I have a lot of blood.

There's quicksilver in it-my blood that is. There's quicksilver in my blood, my bones are made of iron and my heart is made of gold. I've said it before, but today, it bears repeating. Polar bears, because I don't get cold. Because of all the blood, you see.

I'll tell you a secret, a topical secret...when I'm attracted to a woman, I'll give her a name. She'll live in my head like an icon, like a symbol or an archetype. So...Verthandi or the Rosy-Hued Dawn, or Burns-Like-a-Ribbon, or winter, or the act-of-god disaster that ruins my stochastic model. This one, I know...She Flies with Her Own Wings.

Spider Jerusalem

Look it up-it's relevant. Lots to do, lots to say. Good day, full day-rich and fun and filled with the laughter of those I love. You know me, you know my laugh. It's good on its own, better when it's part of a chorus.

And my natural disaster, wreaking havoc as always. Gotta find a way to deal with the absence of disappointment-think I'll have to move on. The violent ferner will help, perhaps. AND...check this shit out-it's fantastic. Was supposed to have aired during the Super Bowl. What a damn shame.

Snark

Boojum.

Snickerdoodles

Man, I love my new header image. I do-it's Cerebus, and it's awesome.

Cerebus is a misanthropic barbarian aardvark who travels to a fictional baroque city named Iest. There he becomes embroiled in politics, ends up Prime Minister, then Pope.

Iest has two levels, a Lower City and an Upper. The dividing line is the massive hill made of basalt skulls that forms a natural wall around the Upper City (you may be able to make some of the skulls out in the image above). While Cerebus is Pope, the wall begins to grow, adding skulls and meters at what becomes an alarming rate. At the climax, the wall (which has become a tower) breaks loose of the earth and carries Cerebus (and, briefly, Flaming Carrot) to the moon. Orson Welles is there as a sort of omniscient Judge who tells Cerebus that he will die alone, unmourned and unloved.

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Someone I like a great deal told me recently that I thrive on human suffering, and it's sticking with me.

(This is up there, by the way, with things like "You kill angels." or "You're a silver-tongued devil." or "You're the opposite of rainbows." for strange, beautiful, awful things that have been said to me in all seriousness. It's weird being me.)

I have a habit, a patter that I use when people come at me with their problems. Good proportion of all the conversations I have are people's problems-that's fine, I can handle that. I have a patter, after all.

But I do enjoy it, I've gotten used to it. And I may thrive on it. Imagine me now, wide eyed and terrified.

The Kindly Ones

Threefold were my trials and tribulations today. It was tri-diculous. One to try me, one to temper me, and the last one, as always, shook me to my core. Gaze like an earthquake, grin like boiling stone. Vinegar and baking soda, brought to the future where every week's science fair crosses Willamette and I end up with a goddamn Honorable Mention.

By the way, recent tropes include The Prisoner and Cerebus. I'll be a crack in the norm, let the strange light in. Look 'em up.

Then wheels within wheels and the wind and the hustle. I hate having to rush and wrangle for something that doesn't really merit this sort of attention, but I did see some of my favorite people, my roommate in his natural habitat. And I am like the goddamn wind, if the wind made guacamole.

I am a terrible person

Christ, but this is funny.

Cattle and Loveplay

Christ, but I'm moody. Like the Kwisatz Haderach. Up and down, wax and wane. Like Bruce. He's one of the Five Bruces that Rule the World.

Don't ask me. It's not my bit.

Anyway, I'm all over the place today, yesterday, probably tomorrow. All the same old crap, really. It just sits/gets to me differently from day to day, and that's what's worrisome. My emotions seem to have little to do with my circumstances.

Ha. I'm better with situations than I am with plans. And I'm good at plans.

Blame it on the season, and the S.A.D. or the L.S.D. or just me. Just me. Don't get me wrong, I'll be alright. Just here at my nadir for a moment. Ill too, things in my lungs...they've gotten uppity, my lungs have. What I get for not smoking.

Window

Lurking out there in the night, wandering my neighborhood. Can't sleep, won't sleep. Cat came with me, walked 'till he was tired. Damn chocolate shadow scurries along next to me.

I have a new library card.