tek2way: Anime - Valkyrie (Art (Hallman) - Runesword)
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep...that have taken hold.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King


I sit here, at almost 11pm on the night of April 5, and though I am writing this post, I find that I am not entirely sure why I felt compelled to start it. I could come up with any number of reasons, but it is ultimately a direct result of one thing in particular. Today, I woke and cleaned my apartment. Now, those who visit will say that my place is never really messy (comparably; I still think it's filthy), but it's been lacking that special touch. I'd clean the kitchen, but leave the living room. I'd dust everything, but not put away my laundry.

My internet has been on the fritz for about a week or so, and hasn't been entirely reliable for at least a month now. I called a few days ago, and a service call was scheduled for this morning. Not wanting to give a bad impression (because I find it important to put my best foot forward, even with strangers I may never see again), I got a lot of things cleaned up and put away. I put away my dishes and ran more, cleaned my dirty laundry and put away the clean clothes, vacuumed, changed my bed sheets, dusted, and even put away all my toiletries in the bathroom.

The technician came by, determined that it was bad wiring from another tech's visit, and repaired it properly. My Internet connection was back in a way I haven't seen in literally weeks. I continued cleaning after he left, and was still doing so when Cynthia came by to introduce me to Julie, a woman she met at FoS last year. Julie is cool as hell, and if her husband, Travis, lives up to the hype, I'll have a new best friend in no time. :) I'm mostly facetious, but fantasy nerd plus metalhead plus alternatively religious all in one? That's a potent mix.

At any rate, they left, and I got back to doing simple things like keeping the laundry going. Meanwhile, I was burning some cedar incense and had my bedroom window open. The gentle coolness of a day in the mid-60s helped me relax, even when I got text messages from work, irritable about my failings from when I was there.* I dozed a bit while playing WoW for the first time in over a week, and finally made dinner. I watched some TV, and capped the night by watching "Man of Steel".

The whole evening, though, I felt a presence growing in the back of my mind. Far from being some malignant and evil presence, it was a feeling of rightness and order. I'd almost call it a sense of homecoming. It was a sense of belonging and relaxation capable of penetrating whatever negative emotions I may be feeling, swaddling me in a blanket of peace and contentment.

For the last month, you see, I've been stressing about my home living situation. I've known I need to move, but I couldn't find all the identification that I needed in order to proceed. Earlier this week, I called them and canceled my move-out. Then, work has been just busy enough to keep me rather emotionally worn out from dealing with it. At points in the last month, my apartment has been downright messy, and even when I could have, I chose to hide from my responsibility instead of facing it head on.

Coming back to today, I was struck by just how.. comfortable.. my apartment felt. It was more than that, though. It felt good in a way I've not felt from it in what seems like ages. It felt like home again. I know that likely sounds silly to anyone reading this, but I found that I could almost sob with relief at the feeling. I even rinsed my dishes and put them in the dishwasher (another first in the last couple of months) and am sipping water right now instead of drinking tea. Even discovering that my TARDIS mug was ruined by getting put in the dishwasher did little more than make me sigh in sadness that it was gone. I immediately recognized my luck that I still have a TARDIS, courtesy of Craig and his amazing way of working wood (TARDIS Prime rules).

Well, whatever the source, I'm not going to worry about it too much. I'm simply going to accept that I feel good in my place, and call it a night. This thread, at least, seems to have been mended, and I was able to find it again.


* - The first issue was that the Guest Care clerk was scheduled 10a-7p instead of 8a-5p. As I told the Accounting clerk, I know I said something about changing that shift to the person in question, but I could also have convinced myself I did say it, when I didn't really. The second issue was a question whether I replaced a shift for someone we knew had probably quit. I simply gave them one option, asked when I 'd have had a chance yesterday to do so, and told them that the option was my best idea, unless they knew something I didn't. I hate feeling guilty for things that are -- logically -- out of my hands.
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[Reposting from my WordPress (which is, itself, in a state of disuse, but that's neither here nor there for this post's purpose), as it occurs to me now, that this is a better forum for such a post. Don't skewer me too deeply on the content. I haven't completely reread it, and my bed is calling me back to dally away the early morning.

As of April 2017, moved to coincide with the date I actually wrote the entry.]

In Love with the Darkness
(originally posted March 12, 2014)

I have been in quite a funk for the last couple of days. You see, I don’t adjust well to Daylight Saving Time. It affects my mood in general, and I’ve been affected more than usual this year. However, that’s a post for another day.

Today, I went to see “300: Rise of an Empire” with a couple of friends. I almost didn’t go, and armed with the knowledge I have now, that would have been a tragic decision. You see, the movie was precisely what I needed to calm my nerves, with its sex, violence, and blood, all in glorious 3D. More than that, though, was the main character, Artemisia, played by Eva Green.

Her character was dark. That is, she was arguably Neutral Evil on the D&D scale. She had reasons for her personality, but that did nothing to lessen the cutthroat nature she exhibited. From the punishment she served onto a failing general to how she manipulated those around her, including a God-King, she was cold, calculating, menacing, and dangerous.

…and I was immediately taken with her.

Sure, she was quite beautiful, with her long black hair and piercing brown-eyed gaze, but it was her personality that grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. I found myself, to be brutally honest, turned on by her actions. Even in the scene in which she punished a failing general, I was trying to soak up everything about who she was. I realized I was brainstorming ideas to win her.

That revelation startled me. “I like nice girls,” I told myself, “not women this clearly bad for me.” I have long told myself that I want the woman who is a nice girl. Eowyn from Lord of the Rings, for example, may be a fighter, but she also firmly walks in the light. While I may be attracted to someone like Black Widow from the Avengers, I never really considered her someone with whom I’d desire a relationship.

Or do I? The women I’ve found myself most attracted to in my life were not “safe”. Of course, I’m referring to those few women in real life that I’ve become close to. My first girlfriend was nice to me, but had a wild streak that eventually caused our breakup. My love from NJ was a bad woman from start to finish. While my longest relationship with a woman wasn’t terribly dark, the circumstances surrounding our relationship (and who we had to keep in mind) were not all rainbows and unicorns. While I freely admit that I may be stretching the examples above just a bit, I also think that there may be a grain of truth within it, too.

No matter how small Artemisia would have made me feel, as long as she was there at the end of the day, I would have been more than happy with her. No, that’s not quite right, either. Honestly, I think that she echoes something within my own soul, that I normally keep on a tight rein, for fear that it would break free and chaos would ensue.

Tonight, though, I embraced that darkness, and I found that I liked it. I attempt to live virtuously, not for any deity figure, but because I believe that’s how I should live. Doing the right thing has ever been my driving force, but for a couple of hours this evening, I walked the other path. Even in the sex scene (it’s 300, does that really surprise you?), I found that I would love that kind of relationship. Harsh at times, violent at times, yet with a mutual desire and love that ties it all together and keeps it from being simply a lust-fueled physical affair. I recently even wrote a letter about a bad relationship I had, and in it, I was appalled at my ex’s suggestion that I was anything but a gentle, loving partner.

What I find particularly interesting about this seemingly-new discovery is that, while it may feel new, it probably isn’t. Death isn’t something that many would consider a good thing, yet I have felt an absolute love of Death – albeit as personified by Neil Gaiman in Sandman – for over 20 years now. In recent years, as I have explored my pagan side, I am smitten with Freya; however, not as her love and fertility aspect, but as the goddess of Death who gets choice of the slain before Odin. I fell in love with a Michael Whelan painting of Diana/Artemis (it’s only recently that I learned they are two distinct goddesses, so that one image continues to serve as representation for both in my mind), and male suitors of her, according to myth, did not fare well.

I’ve always thought about my ideal relationship as one in which I am provider and protector. It’s not out of some antiquated ideal, but it’s what I want to do for the one I give my heart. Tonight, though, I considered the possibility that my ideal may not need a protector; truthfully, she may be my protector. I considered the possibility that the gender-standard roles in a relationship are reversed, or at the very least, interwoven more than in a typical manner.

This is a lot for me to process tonight, and I decided to put it down on “paper” before I forget it, because I know this is just the first inkling of a much larger thought process. I’m sharing it on my WordPress mainly because I wanted to get it published somewhere there’s a chance someone will see it. I don’t know why, but I want to air these words with the universe.

If you are here from the Facebook link, you are in the same group that saw that letter about my ex from New Jersey. I apologize for the random, meandering way I wrote this, but as I like to say, flow-of-consciousness is important for puzzling out things like this.

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Last night, I watched "Mirror, Mirror", the 2012 movie about Snow White that starred Julia Roberts. During the ending credits, I was immediately taken by the song "I Believe in Love", sung by Snow White's actress, Lily Collins.

I hopped on iTunes, downloaded it to my iPhone, and began to loop it. For nearly an hour, from around 3-430 or so, I danced willy-nilly around my apartment. I am grateful for the ground floor unit for that reason. I felt almost trance-like when I was singing along with the chorus in my head: "I believe, I believe, I believe..." Twelve times before it said "in love". Listening to that song, fresh from watching the movie with an actress whose costuming and appearance are so closely connected to what I want to find in a soulmate, I almost felt like I was chanting an affirmation to Freyja that I had not given up on finding that love.

This feeling was so strong, that I actually lit my candles and turned off my artificial lights, and continued to dance, flail, spin, lip sync, sway, and step in time to the song. I looped it so many times, I literally lost count. I had poured an offering of Innis & Gunn beer as an offering to Heimdall, to watch over the mother of a friend. Partway through the dancing, I got the mental nudge/urge to share my Angry Orchard Elderflower Cider with Freyja. Grabbing a margarita goblet, I filled it up and placed it on my Freyja altar. I then gave myself up completely to the music and moment for almost an hour.

I finally began to wind down, and snuffed the candles on my Freyja altar (in my living room), and retreated to my bedroom, where my main altar was still lit. After a few more repetitions, I snuffed those candles and went to sleep.

I had no moments of startling clarity or insight. I just felt like I was supposed to be up and dancing/moving, and I felt like I was supposed to share the cider with Her. Does that make my experience less sincere or valid? Was I assuming it was Freyja, when it might have been some other deity? I often get hung up on questions like this. I have a problem with worrying that my path is "proper" or "valid" or even "real".

After talking to Kendra last week, I feel much better about my path not being quite a perfect fit for the name I use for it: Asatru/Heathen. Yet, when I have these moments that don't seem to appear in any kind of documented lore, I worry that I'm "doing it wrong."

If I am not "doing it wrong" (and I honestly am willing to accept that I'm not, even as I have to adjust my mind to that belief), then what did last night mean? It was such a surreal experience. I went to bed physically worn out and content mentally, yet I never really got the sensation that I truly grasped what it was I was supposed to. I felt some kind of close connection, but my own self-doubt and fears and skepticism kept me from identifying it more closely.

Thanks for reading. I am trying something new with this post: I'm posting it to Facebook under my "Pagan Friendly" filter, so those who know me there can view it too, if they wish. I'm not fishing for answers. I just feel that I should be sharing this, and I hate Facebook notes.
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Saturday went pretty well, over all. I went and saw The Avengers with Scott, Jon, and Rick. (OH MY GOODNESS!! That movie was AMAZING!!!) Afterward, I completed the paperwork so that Rick was registered for May Day. Later that night, Cynthia came by, and kept me company as I cleaned the crap out of my place.

Today, I woke up feeling FANTASTIC. I mean, I was in a great mood, felt good, and was happy to be alive. It didn't really go anywhere, though I realize now that I have to be careful. I had a smoothie for breakfast, and had some coffee later. However, I had no solid food until feast at SG's May Day. I wouldn't say it tanked my mood, but I definitely had a few moments where I was rather tired. From now on, I will have SOMETHING solid, even if it is "just bacon". (I'd almost made 3-4 pieces of bacon this morning, but scrapped the idea when I realized that I might get more sleep before getting up for SG's May Day.)

I'm going to bed now. I am planning on getting up early tomorrow and going walking at Shelby Farms, though I was just reminded that I am picking up Scott to take him to the doctor tomorrow at 930, so the walking may have to wait.

Regardless, I am going to bed now, and planning on reading a little bit before sleep claims me. We will see how I feel in the morning. Walking in Shelby Farms from 615-715 sounds doable, when it'll only take me 30 minutes to shower/dress and 30 minutes to drive to Scott's. By my estimation, that will put me 1 hour ahead of where I need to be.

Wish me luck, and good night, everyone!
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Today, I watched St. Elmo's Fire for the first time. It's a John Hughes film, and the man knew how to make films.

Despite knowing that it wasn't quite as fun and happy as Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, or Sixteen Candles, I still was unprepared for how... dark... it was.

Kirby is a stalker. In today's world, he'd have been arrested long before he got stuck in the snow. Billy is the typical "never wanna grow up" guy who always wants life to be fun. Alec is the "has everything going for him" guy. Kevin is the hopeless romantic, holding onto a wisp of a dream, and blinding himself to anything else. Jules is the "I have to appear to have it all to have worth" person. Leslie...actually seemed somewhat normal. Perhaps her deal was simply that she wasn't quite ready to dive headlong into marriage. Meanwhile, Wendy was the "too timid to truly strike out on her own" character. Y'know, the one who never takes any risks?

In the aftermath of watching it, one thing strikes me: there is a little bit of each one of them inside me. Oh, there isn't really any stalker in me (but I can be single-minded to the point of obsession), but they all spoke on some level with me. With Kevin and Leslie, especially, I found myself realizing that he loved her early on in the movie. When things crumbled with Alec and they seemingly hooked up, I really hoped that it was a permanent thing, because I really like that idea of having that kind of love for someone.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't sit at home and cry over what ifs and might have beens, and I certainly don't derive my self-worth from who I'm dating or not. Still, there is absolutely a part of me that wishes that I'd been just a little bolder when I was younger, and felt like love was something that I deserved. Looking back through the years, I realize there were several girls that I probably would have liked, had I allowed myself to risk finding out. Instead, I found reasons why they weren't good, to console myself at never having tried. Those I did try with, I couldn't have tried very hard, or things might have gone differently.

Still, I am not giving up. Not yet. However much I'd like to find that love, though, I know also that I can be happy as just me. I actually can say, for the first time, that I *am* happy with just me. If you go back and read through my journal, a recurring theme has always been how much I wish I could find someone, but I never was happy with myself, either. I complained about my job, or my living arrangements, or my family, or my friends, or something. I could never take pleasure in my life as it was.

Oddly, I look back at those times, and I realize that I wasn't happy. I don't know what I could have done differently, but I know as sure as I am sitting here that I wasn't happy. I don't know what I have changed, either, for that matter, but my friends swear that I have changed a LOT in just the last few years. I feel more sure of myself. I am happier with where I am. I feel more certain of where I believe I'm headed, even as I sit here and say I have no idea. :)

Wow. I didn't all that coming when I started this post.

Simply put, what Kevin felt for Leslie reminds me of what I felt for some girls (that I considered unattainable) when I was younger. I don't really feel that much anymore (not the amorphous "in love" anyway), and the memory of those days of feeling love for someone without any kind of cynicism/realism weighing things down causes me moments, where I do have my "could have been" moments.

I saw a little of myself in each of the characters, and it was a sobering, depressing, and thoroughly enjoyable experience. One day, I may very well find that magical "love" again. Until then, I stride confidently forward, because there is no turning around. Once in a while, though, I have to glance back, to remind myself of where I've been and why I'm going where I am.

Now, to watch something more upbeat before bed, because I have a feeling that if I go to sleep feeling down like this, my goddess (the one I know, or the one I don't*) will make a point to visit me in my dreams, and snap me out of it. And I can't say that I necessarily want that. :)


* - That is a post for another time. To sum it up, I follow one, but I have a feeling (and have had for a while now) that another watches over me, but I don't know who she is.
tek2way: Anime - Valkyrie (Humor - The One Bling)
As the title suggests, I have succeeded in cleaning my apartment up to even my standards. I took a nap once during it, and I've showered since I finished. That said, I'm really tired. I think the time has come to dig out a BluRay or DVD, and settle in to watch some movies/sleep during said movies. "Why," you ask, "did you have to clean your home when you are clearly really sick™?"

It's simple, really. While some may call it pride, I look at my home as the physical reflection of my body/soul. Thus, when the place is dirty when I've gotten sick, I just feel that I will do more for myself by cleaning it too. A more mundane explanation is probably simply that, when my home is dirty, my focus isn't on getting better. So, cleaning gets it off my mind AND makes me feel happier.

As for dinner, I think I may make some chicken noodle soup. Oh! Or maybe tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. That's a terrific combination. Either way, simple, quick, and healthy is the way I'm going tonight.
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I spent my day off today doing nothing but downloading songs from iTunes (that I already paid for -- iTunes now allows you to redownload things you've purchased), and watching movies. Wow, have I been watching movies today. Let's see. I started the day with "The Hangover", then watched "Problem Child". Next, I found "She's Out of My League". Finally, I gave in and ordered "Rango" via OnDemand. All were great, and I am thoroughly glad I had the chance to watch "Rango", and it was a darned hoot of a good time (the Spirit of the West scene alone was killer).

The movie that had me thinking was "She's Out of My League". Those of you who know me well enough, know how I tend to view myself in general. I definitely identified with Kirk, a 20-something who had never gone to college, felt stuck at his dead-end job, was unlucky in love, and felt like he would never accomplish his dreams. I'll point out that Alice Eve, who played Molly1, is also beautiful, and the character was very likable, so it was really easy to feel the movie (as a result, that is a movie that I am going to pick up on DVD/Blu-Ray sooner or later -- one of the first movies to pass the "is it good enough to BUY?" litmus test I came up with a year or two ago... but I digress).

Click for the rest of my wake-up call )

Well, that's most of what's running through my head right now. It's a jumble, and I'm sure there's something that I missed, but I decided that it was past time to share. Who knows? Maybe someone I know out there will have advice or say something I need to hear..


1 -- Why is it that the name "Molly" makes my blood move just a bit faster?

2 -- Bringing up that reality would mean they'd argue and possibly break up -- or actually live happily ever after -- is another post altogether.

3 -- I don't believe in multiple orders from one car in a drive-thru. It's discourteous.
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It has been a while since I last posted here. Additionally, those posts are gone, scattered to the four winds of time and space. In my naivety, I believed that no one was actually watching here, and consequently suffered for it. I *KNOW* better than to post things on the Internet and expect them to stay hush hush. I have learned, and am moving on. I'll speak no more about it.



I spent my day off today doing nothing but downloading songs from iTunes (that I already paid for -- iTunes now allows you to redownload things you've purchased), and watching movies. Wow, have I been watching movies todady. Let's see. I started the day with "The Hangover", then watched "Problem Child". Next, I found "She's Out of My League". Finally, I gave in and ordered "Rango" via OnDemand. All were great, and I am thoroughly glad I had the chance to watch "Rango", and it was a darned hoot of a good time (the Spirit of the West scene alone was killer).

The movie that had me thinking was "She's Out of My League". Those of you who know me well enough, know how I tend to view myself in general. I definitely identified with Kirk, a 20-something who had never gone to college, felt stuck at his dead-end job, was unlucky in love, and felt like he would never accomplish his dreams. I'll point out that Alice Eve, who played Molly1, is also beautiful, and the character was very likable, so it was really easy to feel the movie (as a result, that is a movie that I am going to pick up on DVD/Blu-Ray sooner or later -- one of the first movies to pass the "is it good enough to BUY?" litmus test I came up with a year or two ago... but I digress).

Click for the rest of my wake-up call )

Well, that's most of what's running through my head right now. It's a jumble, and I'm sure there's something that I missed, but I decided that it was past time to share. Who knows? Maybe someone I know out there will have advice or say something I need to hear..


1 -- Why is it that the name "Molly" makes my blood move just a bit faster?

2 -- Bringing up that reality would mean they'd argue and possibly break up -- or actually live happily ever after -- is another post altogether.

3 -- I don't believe in multiple orders from one car in a drive-thru. It's discourteous.
tek2way: Anime - Valkyrie (Music - Keeper of the Seven Keys Part II)
So, I had to work from 6am to 3pm today, hot on the heels of getting back into town from my trip, which I know I still have to write up. I *wish* I could have slept in today. No such luck, though. Work was okay, though I was grumpy for about the first half of it, and only mostly better for the last half. When I got home, I took a nap, and felt worse (emotionally, not physically.. I felt rested somewhat) when I woke up. I had steak with Charles and his girlfriend, and we watched Pan's Labyrinth. I loved that movie, though it was definitely jarring at times.

Now, it's too late to properly compose a post for my trip, so I'm gonna apologize, say I'll do it tomorrow, and get some sleep tonight.
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First, R.I.P. Bernie Mac AND Isaac Hayes. :(

Work was okay today. I went in, got started doing payroll. I snuck my iPod upstairs, and listened to it to help keep me from zoning out first thing in the morning. When the co-manager got there, he sent me to Starbucks for coffee and McDonald's for breakfast for him and me.* Yum! :) (Heck, it was free even. He paid for it, since I went to get it.) I finished payroll completely around 1030am, and had to go downstairs to help out.
That was when all hell broke loose. We had 3 lunches due at 10am (mine and two others), another due at 11am, and yet ANOTHER due at 1130am. Suffice to say, I volunteered to skip my lunch, to get things kinda back on track. Then, my CSM -- who is on vacation! -- called, and didn't like what she heard about how things were going, and was all fired up to come up there to make sure things are going the way she wants them, and said that no one was skipping their lunch. (Control freak much?) She also took issue with the fact that I was on UScan while the UScan clerk was on a register. Given that the two of us were working the exact same shift, and the UScan clerk WANTED to be on a register, I don't see what the problem was. (Control freak again?)

At any rate, the co-manager apparently talked to her, and she quit calling. Heh, he even told me not to answer the phone if she called. "She's on vacation," he said by way of explanation -- which DOES say it all.

I didn't get to leave until 230pm anyway, despite technically being due to leave at 200pm because of no lunch. The Guest Care clerk (the 1130am lunch) didn't get to go to lunch till 115pm (yes, we were THAT behind), and he fell asleep while he was on lunch. No worries, though. I came home, had some chili dogs (using Hebrew National hot dogs -- yum!), and chilled a bit on WoW, playing my Draenei Shaman on The Scryers.

Non-sequitor regarding my current guild/server in WoW )

Anyway, Charles and his girlfriend came home. We talked a bit, and they invited me to see a movie either at the theater or on PPV, but I decided to pass. Instead, I took a nice two hour nap. When I woke up, they were having breakfast for dinner, and shared with me. Then, we watched Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay. (Seems they went with the PPV route! :))

That movie was hilarious, and it had a deeper meaning, if you can believe it. It played on a lot of racial stereotypes, but showed them from both sides, and really made you think about it. That said, its ending was what I expected from a Harold & Kumar movie. I need to pick this one up on DVD. It is worth it. ;)

Now, I must sleep, for I have work in the morning, and I'm meeting [livejournal.com profile] dragonpurr for lunch afterward. Then, I'm coming home and cleaning my room from front to back and side to side. It's not TOTALLY trashed, but I'm dissatisfied with the condition it is in, and I am going to see about correcting it.

Oh, and with the low being only 62 tonight, I'm SOOO sleeping with my window open. Huzzah! :)


* - I'm not sure if that's proper grammar, and it bugs me. However, it's technically accurate, so it stays for now.

P.S. I'm going with Charles and [livejournal.com profile] strieson this weekend to Corinth, where I'm gonna learn what makes hunting so fun. We're not actually hunting anything, but I'm going to learn to use a gun, I'm gonna ride a 4-wheeler, and I'm gonna spend the night away from my computer (I'm even leaving my phone at home!). I can't wait. It sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I can't wait to see the night sky out there. Might have to take a notebook, just in case I find myself creatively inspired.

P.P.S. Charles sent me the Match.com profile of someone his roommate knows. I confess I'm intrigued.
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I was off today, and it wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly great, either. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and I could never shake the bad feeling associated with it. I created a sheet so that the three of us here can track our chores (to keep everything equal, so everyone stays happy), and took a nap. I caught up my laundry, and helped Charles hang his new ceiling fan when he got home from work.

Charles and [livejournal.com profile] strieson went to Taco Bell to get dinner, while I stayed home. I'd decided that I wanted to cook some burgers, since I'd bought them on Sunday. First, though, I grabbed a metal file and fixed the latches on both of our back doors, so that they'd catch when they closed (as it was, the screen door never caught, and the inner door only closed for sure when the dead bolt was engaged). Feeling rather proud of myself, I cleaned up and made those burgers.

About the time they were done, Charles and [livejournal.com profile] strieson came home. I'd just decided that I wanted to watch "Stranger than Fiction", and oddly, both of them really liked the idea. We took a short intermission mid-movie so that Charles could talk to his girlfriend, but that was it. Normally, it's a steady stream of breaks because of the "no inside smoking" clause we have here.

The movie was very thought provoking. I thoroughly enjoyed it, too. I found the end to be suspenseful enough that both [livejournal.com profile] strieson and I yelled at Charles for trying to predict what would happen (while I had a feeling, I didn't want any outside influences affecting it).

Now, it's over, and I find myself melancholy )

Oh well, enough of my whining. Good night, Gracie.
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In early May, while I was on WoW hiatus, I finally got around to reading Raymond Khoury's The Last Templar. I picked it up on a whim a year or two back, because of the connection to the Knights Templar (real world knights.. I mean, come on!). That book was awesome. It was enjoyable, fast-paced, and the pages turned themselves. I'd love to see it as a movie.

I realized something then, too. I *can* enjoy fiction that's not strictly fantasy or science fiction. It was more of a modern day thriller that used the Templar myth as the backdrop, more than it was a fantasy story set in modern day (which I also like, but I digress). So, I got to thinking about what else I could read that would give me the same thrill.

I chose my copy of The Da Vinci Code (TDVC), by Dan Brown. As with Khoury's book, I'd picked it up a while back, but never got around to reading it. Also, as with Khoury's book, I was gripped. The nonstop action kept me reading. It made me think some, too, since the Holy Grail has always tied into Arthurian legend, and I'm a sucker for that. Just one of those things that make you go hmmm...* When a co-worker saw I was reading The Da Vinci Code, he lent me his copy of Angels & Demons, saying it was a better book by far. You know? He was right, and that's not disparaging TDVC at all. They're both rather good books. One day soon, I'll have to pick up a copy of Angels & Demons for my own.

I've run out of books like that to read, though. I am not sure what authors to look for, or where to look for them at a bookstore. I want to get that other Dan Brown book, but I'll have to remember its name (or read the back cover when I find Dan Brown at the bookstore). Anyone know of any other authors that write in a similar vein?

Tonight, and the whole reason I titled this post thus, I got The Da Vinci Code on DVD. Tom Hanks wasn't bad as Langdon, though I think a more fitting actor could have been found. Sophie's actress was good, but she seemed to be lacking a little of the fire from the novel. Sir Ian McKellan, however, was inspired for the role of Sir Leigh Teabing, even if I did hear Gandalf a couple of times (and Magneto once). :) I wasn't really fond of how they ended the movie, since it deviated significantly in ways, but was basically the same. I definitely preferred the book's ending, but I found it an enjoyable way to spend the evening.

I work 6a-3p tomorrow, doing accounting supposedly. We'll see what I'm doing when I get there. I'm all set to mind every P and Q that I come across. Wish me luck.


* - If you can cite the source for that, you get a gold star! :)
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C and I just finished watching (over the course of a week or so) all three Extended Editions of Lord of the Rings.

Those movies are WITHOUT A DOUBT some of my favorites ever. Scenes still move me the way they did in the theatre. Heck, scenes from Return of the King still remind me of what Trilogy Tuesday was like. Yet, I am still finding things that I didn't notice before (though darned if I could name one now -- stupid memory!).

We need more movies like these. 300 came close, in one way, but over all, it still fell short. Even Star Wars (the first one, the one I consider sacrosanct) doesn't measure up. (Don't get me started on the prequels, and I always felt that Star Wars was the best of the original three, even though Empire Strikes Back was truly awesome, too.) I sense a forthcoming LJ post, listing my top ten favorite movies of all time (again? can't remember).

I know I promised pictures of my room once it was done, and it is done. I'm not going to fuss with taking pictures tonight, but look for them soon. I'm rather proud of the way it turned out. It's mature, but there's hints here and there (if you know where to look) of my geekiness still. The thing I particularly like is that it's not hitting you upside the head with it, like at the apartment (or really, any room I've ever had).

Finally, I didn't get a call today about an appointment with that hernia surgeon, so I am going to call them tomorrow to find out what is going on, as well as ask about my ability to get some kind of doctor's note for work, so that I don't kill myself before I have the chance to get this worked on. C did some research, and discovered that it could theoretically be fixed without invasive surgery (C has a hernia too, but in a different location, so I kinda have a support group right here in the house with me).

Now, I'm gonna get a good hot shower, drink some Tension Tamer Tea, and go to sleep with visioins of elves, dwarves, and dragons in my head.