naamah_darling: Close cropped image of a blonde ponytailed man with a woman pulling a black stocking tightly around his neck. (BDSM)
So, I just sent the next four chapters of Frontiers and Fables to Sargon.  Only I sent it to the slightly wrong email address.

So some anonymous person just got four chapters of bisexual pirate bondage porn.  The first two are especially filthy.  Femdom flogging, restraint, bar gags, butt-plugs, F/F, female ejaculation, humiliation. . . .

I hope this random guy is understanding, or I'm gonna end up on some sort of watch list.

I did send another message with DEAR GOD PLEASE DISREGARD THE FORMER EMAIL in the title.  Hopefully he'll listen.  Or at least be entertained by what he finds.

I'm so sorry, random person.  I hope you like humiliation, ravishment, and fingerfucking. If it's any consolation, the third chapter has some nice dialogue.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
So fucking awesome I just took SAN loss.

Hand-painted glass eyes, wire-wrapped.







DO WANT. DO. WANT.

I was going to make a post about how I'm working on a new fully-painted box and I think it's going pretty well, but I suddenly feel terrible at what I do. And too amazed to care, because holy crap.

Hmm. Interesting! Ms. Knightley-Someday DESPERATELY wants one of these.

GAH.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (El Dorado: Miracle/Cheat)
Dear god, PLEASE tell me I have some Crimson Glory fans reading me.

I have loved Crimson Glory since Sargon introduced me to them almost 20 years ago. Their singer, Midnight, was . . . one of THE voices of metal. IS one of THE voices of metal. Razor-sharp, indescribable. Seriously, indescribable. That trademark wail either earns die-hard fans or drives people off, wincing, but nobody can be indifferent to it. The human voice doesn't really do that kind of thing, so listening to him was always kind of uncanny. Unreal.

They put out an incredible album, Transcendence, and things went downhill from there. Their next album was a flop. Midnight couldn't keep his shit together so he left the band, and they only put out one more album because without Midnight, they were just a really good metal band with a string of stand-in singers trying to fill in for a guy with one voice in a hundred million.

Midnight's death a while back hurt like hell, because it put the last nail in the coffin of hope for a reunion tour and album. Never going to be another voice like him.

Except there totally, totally is.



Shit oh my fucking Christ. My hackles went up and my jaw dropped and I still can't believe I fucking heard that. That is not Midnight. That is some guy named Todd La Torre. And he sounds almost exactly like Midnight. So much so that it is genuinely kind of frightening.

They've taken him on, of course. Crimson Glory have made kind of a career fucking up despite being awesome. Please, please, PLEASE, let them put out just ONE album with this guy. Getting handed second chances like this DOES NOT FUCKING HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. EVER.

Except it did, and it's fucking awesome.

A link to the original version. Just so those of you unfamiliar with Crimson Glory can investigate.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (El Dorado: Miracle/Cheat)
Dear god, PLEASE tell me I have some Crimson Glory fans reading me.

I have loved Crimson Glory since Sargon introduced me to them almost 20 years ago. Their singer, Midnight, was . . . one of THE voices of metal. IS one of THE voices of metal. Razor-sharp, indescribable. Seriously, indescribable. That trademark wail either earns die-hard fans or drives people off, wincing, but nobody can be indifferent to it. The human voice doesn't really do that kind of thing, so listening to him was always kind of uncanny. Unreal.

They put out an incredible album, Transcendence, and things went downhill from there. Their next album was a flop. Midnight couldn't keep his shit together so he left the band, and they only put out one more album because without Midnight, they were just a really good metal band with a string of stand-in singers trying to fill in for a guy with one voice in a hundred million.

Midnight's death a while back hurt like hell, because it put the last nail in the coffin of hope for a reunion tour and album. Never going to be another voice like him.

Except there totally, totally is.



Shit oh my fucking Christ. My hackles went up and my jaw dropped and I still can't believe I fucking heard that. That is not Midnight. That is some guy named Todd La Torre. And he sounds almost exactly like Midnight. So much so that it is genuinely kind of frightening.

They've taken him on, of course. Crimson Glory have made kind of a career fucking up despite being awesome. Please, please, PLEASE, let them put out just ONE album with this guy. Getting handed second chances like this DOES NOT FUCKING HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. EVER.

Except it did, and it's fucking awesome.

A link to the original version. Just so those of you unfamiliar with Crimson Glory can investigate.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Tootsie Pops!)
Because I am all kinds of feeling like crap today, here's something fucked up and hilarious to lighten the mood.

These roosters have been specially bred to have a very long crow. They sound like Godzilla. It is fucking badass.

Warning! Sudden horrible noise! Requires sound, but don't turn it up too loud! Those with headphones, take care.



Naturally, these birds belong in entertainment:



(I KID WITH LOVE.)

I really want one of those screaming as my ringtone.

As awesome as they are, I am really glad that these things don't live near me.

Also, if I had the money, I would totally pay [livejournal.com profile] ursulav to paint me a corpse-painted, bullet-belted, nail-studded, death rooster screaming in the middle of that one forest that shows up in all the band publicity shots.

Cock jokes commence in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Tootsie Pops!)
Because I am all kinds of feeling like crap today, here's something fucked up and hilarious to lighten the mood.

These roosters have been specially bred to have a very long crow. They sound like Godzilla. It is fucking badass.

Warning! Sudden horrible noise! Requires sound, but don't turn it up too loud! Those with headphones, take care.



Naturally, these birds belong in entertainment:



(I KID WITH LOVE.)

I really want one of those screaming as my ringtone.

As awesome as they are, I am really glad that these things don't live near me.

Also, if I had the money, I would totally pay [livejournal.com profile] ursulav to paint me a corpse-painted, bullet-belted, nail-studded, death rooster screaming in the middle of that one forest that shows up in all the band publicity shots.

Cock jokes commence in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
I don't care what you are doing or where you have to be, you have to go to this entry on SplodeFromCute and look at the utter mind-bending adorableness of Ziggy and Zora.

I've been following them on the comm for a while now, and usually figure everyone who wants to see kitten videos can go see them there if they want to, but I'm pushing you to go look this time. The videos. The videos! EVERY SINGLE ONE is 'splodeworthy.

And I have to say Zora is one of the more beautiful cats I have ever, ever seen. I know Bengals are a particularly lovely breed, but . . . WOW.

GO LOOK.
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
I don't care what you are doing or where you have to be, you have to go to this entry on SplodeFromCute and look at the utter mind-bending adorableness of Ziggy and Zora.

I've been following them on the comm for a while now, and usually figure everyone who wants to see kitten videos can go see them there if they want to, but I'm pushing you to go look this time. The videos. The videos! EVERY SINGLE ONE is 'splodeworthy.

And I have to say Zora is one of the more beautiful cats I have ever, ever seen. I know Bengals are a particularly lovely breed, but . . . WOW.

GO LOOK.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Naamah Juggernaut)
Shortly after leaving for Oklahoma City and the Nightwish concert with more than an hour to spare, we discovered that the turnpike was backed up for six miles, with no way to get off the goddamn thing. And when I say backed up, I mean that we were creeping along at about three miles an hour for most of it. It briefly opened up halfway through, and we burned it up until we hit another choke point and finally passed the road crew laying hot asphalt.

By that time, we were not just wishing that the people responsible would die, we were wishing that they would die slowly, painfully, in front of their children, and that it would hit YouTube.

I was becoming so enraged that I required enough antilycanthropic serum to make my tongue go numb. No lie. I was deeply glad it was [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and not me or Sargon who was driving, because I think either of us would have pulled some kind of kamikaze stunt right through the fence on the freeway shoulder and into the trees beyond.

So we got away from the construction, finally, and we realized that we were going to be late. Like, half an hour to an hour late.

"We will never make it," said Sargon.

"Stop saying that," I said.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND THESE SLOW FUCKERS WHO DRIVE THE SPEED LIMIT IN THE PASSING LANE." [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva said,* and there was promptly a hollow thud as her lead foot hit the floor.

We went about eighty-five most of the way, except for one brief stop to get food, which was made up for by the experience of passing a semi rig in a minivan going about a hundred. No lie.

We were not going to miss the Nightwish signing. This possibility simply did not exist in our continuum, and somehow [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva made the lost time reappear by hauling ass like a Formula One driver carrying medicine to the home for blind orphan puppies with bee stings. It was, indeed, driving like a [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva out of hell.

We got there in the nick of time. The signing was almost over. We were the last ones in line but for two extremely teenage girls and their mom. Close.

The guy ahead of us was, like, 17, and had written the band a letter. It had something Finnish written on it. He had been listening to Nightwish since he was "like, six years old." Thank you, anonymous Okie boy. I need practice feeling old. No, really.

I thanked the band for coming way the hell out here. Seriously, the venue was this . . . this cross between a roller skating rink and a honkytonk bar, with wood floors they use for line dancing most nights. It was really big, but the parking lot was gravel, with empty lots all the way around it and on the other side of the road. Empty lots with, like, yucca plants and shit. Serious boonies. I can only hope that they didn't feel it was too far beneath them. Dear god, the impressions people passing through must have of my state.

Anyway, I got to say hello to Marco, which was all I really wanted, and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and I expressed our admiration for Tarot. And that was pretty much all there was time for.

The opening act was a band called Volbeat, a Southern Rock band. From Denmark. That was about as strange as you are imagining. Not my thing.

While we were waiting for them to finish up and for Nightwish to get set up, we ran into [livejournal.com profile] nilesta and co. You know, the peoples who adopted Jack. Jack is apparently doing really well, which is great to hear. It was good to see them, really good.

Nightwish finally came on, and opened with Seven Days to the Wolves. The show was pretty good. Anette was okay. Not bad, but not consistent, and you could hear her bouncing off the limits of what her voice can do. She does not have Tarja's range. I don't dislike her, but I don't think she has enough charisma to make up for the fact that she hasn't got the chops to sing live for a band with as diverse and difficult a repertoire as Nightwish. She did well in the studio for Dark Passion Play, but live she just can't hack it. I have seen other videos. It's not that she's bad, it's just that she's not extraoridnary, and this isn't any ordinary band, this is Nightwish

Marco, who has been in this business for something like twenty-five years, was fucking astounding, and spot-on the entire time. They did The Islander, which sounded amazing.

The band performed Ghost Love Score as an encore, which surprised me (and made me really happy, since I adore that song). Then they astounded me completely and did Wish I Had an Angel for a second encore, which had both [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and I freaking out. Marco's all sexy growly during that song.

I, of course, howled my motherfucking head off** the entire time. The whole concert. Then double-time during the encores. All that practice in the car apparently paid off. My throat seems okay. Felt really good. Really, really good.

Overall, it was a damn good show on Nightwish's part. Kamelot were better, but fuck, there's no dishonor in that. Kamelot are a class act the likes of which I have never seen.

So I have a signed Nightwish poster, and two Tarot CDs signed by Marco, and a tee shirt.

Major props go to [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, who carried the day. Really and truly, without her stunt-car driving, we would not have made it in time to do the signing, and I would have been murderous with rage. She also put up with my high-volume howling the whole night. Mostly, I doubt anyone could hear it. That music was LOUD.

It's way late, so I must go to sleep now. And I do it completely satisfied, which is rare enough that I feel I should take note.

It was a good night.

* If it had been a speech balloon it would have had the wiggly, uneven lines around it, like Agatha in Girl Genius when she gets her rant on.

** I do not scream at concerts, because I am almost 32. I am not a man or drunk, so I can't pull off the drunken "WOOOOO!" So I pretty much have to howl.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Naamah Juggernaut)
Shortly after leaving for Oklahoma City and the Nightwish concert with more than an hour to spare, we discovered that the turnpike was backed up for six miles, with no way to get off the goddamn thing. And when I say backed up, I mean that we were creeping along at about three miles an hour for most of it. It briefly opened up halfway through, and we burned it up until we hit another choke point and finally passed the road crew laying hot asphalt.

By that time, we were not just wishing that the people responsible would die, we were wishing that they would die slowly, painfully, in front of their children, and that it would hit YouTube.

I was becoming so enraged that I required enough antilycanthropic serum to make my tongue go numb. No lie. I was deeply glad it was [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and not me or Sargon who was driving, because I think either of us would have pulled some kind of kamikaze stunt right through the fence on the freeway shoulder and into the trees beyond.

So we got away from the construction, finally, and we realized that we were going to be late. Like, half an hour to an hour late.

"We will never make it," said Sargon.

"Stop saying that," I said.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND THESE SLOW FUCKERS WHO DRIVE THE SPEED LIMIT IN THE PASSING LANE." [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva said,* and there was promptly a hollow thud as her lead foot hit the floor.

We went about eighty-five most of the way, except for one brief stop to get food, which was made up for by the experience of passing a semi rig in a minivan going about a hundred. No lie.

We were not going to miss the Nightwish signing. This possibility simply did not exist in our continuum, and somehow [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva made the lost time reappear by hauling ass like a Formula One driver carrying medicine to the home for blind orphan puppies with bee stings. It was, indeed, driving like a [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva out of hell.

We got there in the nick of time. The signing was almost over. We were the last ones in line but for two extremely teenage girls and their mom. Close.

The guy ahead of us was, like, 17, and had written the band a letter. It had something Finnish written on it. He had been listening to Nightwish since he was "like, six years old." Thank you, anonymous Okie boy. I need practice feeling old. No, really.

I thanked the band for coming way the hell out here. Seriously, the venue was this . . . this cross between a roller skating rink and a honkytonk bar, with wood floors they use for line dancing most nights. It was really big, but the parking lot was gravel, with empty lots all the way around it and on the other side of the road. Empty lots with, like, yucca plants and shit. Serious boonies. I can only hope that they didn't feel it was too far beneath them. Dear god, the impressions people passing through must have of my state.

Anyway, I got to say hello to Marco, which was all I really wanted, and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and I expressed our admiration for Tarot. And that was pretty much all there was time for.

The opening act was a band called Volbeat, a Southern Rock band. From Denmark. That was about as strange as you are imagining. Not my thing.

While we were waiting for them to finish up and for Nightwish to get set up, we ran into [livejournal.com profile] nilesta and co. You know, the peoples who adopted Jack. Jack is apparently doing really well, which is great to hear. It was good to see them, really good.

Nightwish finally came on, and opened with Seven Days to the Wolves. The show was pretty good. Anette was okay. Not bad, but not consistent, and you could hear her bouncing off the limits of what her voice can do. She does not have Tarja's range. I don't dislike her, but I don't think she has enough charisma to make up for the fact that she hasn't got the chops to sing live for a band with as diverse and difficult a repertoire as Nightwish. She did well in the studio for Dark Passion Play, but live she just can't hack it. I have seen other videos. It's not that she's bad, it's just that she's not extraoridnary, and this isn't any ordinary band, this is Nightwish

Marco, who has been in this business for something like twenty-five years, was fucking astounding, and spot-on the entire time. They did The Islander, which sounded amazing.

The band performed Ghost Love Score as an encore, which surprised me (and made me really happy, since I adore that song). Then they astounded me completely and did Wish I Had an Angel for a second encore, which had both [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and I freaking out. Marco's all sexy growly during that song.

I, of course, howled my motherfucking head off** the entire time. The whole concert. Then double-time during the encores. All that practice in the car apparently paid off. My throat seems okay. Felt really good. Really, really good.

Overall, it was a damn good show on Nightwish's part. Kamelot were better, but fuck, there's no dishonor in that. Kamelot are a class act the likes of which I have never seen.

So I have a signed Nightwish poster, and two Tarot CDs signed by Marco, and a tee shirt.

Major props go to [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, who carried the day. Really and truly, without her stunt-car driving, we would not have made it in time to do the signing, and I would have been murderous with rage. She also put up with my high-volume howling the whole night. Mostly, I doubt anyone could hear it. That music was LOUD.

It's way late, so I must go to sleep now. And I do it completely satisfied, which is rare enough that I feel I should take note.

It was a good night.

* If it had been a speech balloon it would have had the wiggly, uneven lines around it, like Agatha in Girl Genius when she gets her rant on.

** I do not scream at concerts, because I am almost 32. I am not a man or drunk, so I can't pull off the drunken "WOOOOO!" So I pretty much have to howl.

O HAI.

May. 1st, 2009 09:30 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (BTiLC Crackerjack Timing)
Hello there, insomnia. Nice of you to join us.

This is new. It's not trouble getting to sleep, oh, no. This is waking up after three and a half hours of sleep and being so completely not tired.

I also have a horrible alien growth on my face masquerading as a pimple. As in, oh god, when is it going to hatch? It is like five zits banded together to make a super-zit that is almost the size of a catseye marble. It is freaking me right the hell out. I should not have to deal with this acne shit. I am almost thirty-two.

I am trying to get in to see the doctor. This sucks completely.

Edit: In the meantime, I am finding My First Dictionary absolutely side-splitting. Words illustrated children's-book style, with really disturbing definitions. Good work.

O HAI.

May. 1st, 2009 09:30 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (BTiLC Crackerjack Timing)
Hello there, insomnia. Nice of you to join us.

This is new. It's not trouble getting to sleep, oh, no. This is waking up after three and a half hours of sleep and being so completely not tired.

I also have a horrible alien growth on my face masquerading as a pimple. As in, oh god, when is it going to hatch? It is like five zits banded together to make a super-zit that is almost the size of a catseye marble. It is freaking me right the hell out. I should not have to deal with this acne shit. I am almost thirty-two.

I am trying to get in to see the doctor. This sucks completely.

Edit: In the meantime, I am finding My First Dictionary absolutely side-splitting. Words illustrated children's-book style, with really disturbing definitions. Good work.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Panic Noodles!)
No people were injured, still no word on the dog. It was definitely arson. As I have heard it, some kids were seen buying gasoline at a nearby convenience store. Assuming that is true, I imagine they will be found very quickly, as it's on film and we know what their truck looked like. They apparently broke in and doused the lower story with gas.

The woman is a counselor who works with troubled young folks, apparently. Doing good work, trying to help people, all that jazz. Some reward. Little bastards.

I did get pictures (there was nothing else to do but stand there and stare in horror; by the time I got outside, it was obvious there could not have been anyone alive inside), though they are pretty inadequate to illustrating the scale. In the first, you can see part of the rear of the house sagging and starting to shear away.

Here. )

I am waylaid with the flu, or I would be out buying fire extinguishers and smoke alarms -- not that either would have helped these people, but it does make one paranoid.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Panic Noodles!)
No people were injured, still no word on the dog. It was definitely arson. As I have heard it, some kids were seen buying gasoline at a nearby convenience store. Assuming that is true, I imagine they will be found very quickly, as it's on film and we know what their truck looked like. They apparently broke in and doused the lower story with gas.

The woman is a counselor who works with troubled young folks, apparently. Doing good work, trying to help people, all that jazz. Some reward. Little bastards.

I did get pictures (there was nothing else to do but stand there and stare in horror; by the time I got outside, it was obvious there could not have been anyone alive inside), though they are pretty inadequate to illustrating the scale. In the first, you can see part of the rear of the house sagging and starting to shear away.

Here. )

I am waylaid with the flu, or I would be out buying fire extinguishers and smoke alarms -- not that either would have helped these people, but it does make one paranoid.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (WTF)
The house behind ours burned to the supporting timbers last night at about 1:30. The flames took hold in minutes -- so fast, so incredibly fast.

Only the far side was on fire when I went into the backyard to see. In the time it took for me to run back to the house, secure the back door, and run out again, it had spread to the rear of the house. When the flames spread onto the roof barely a minute later, I could feel the heat on my face. After about five minutes the back of the house collapsed. No crashing, no groaning of timbers, only the roar of the flames, and that high-pitched keening sound burning wood makes sometimes. It just sagged, then sheared away and fell down in slow motion.

I did not think something so large could burn so quickly and so completely. I have seen tiny campfires that took far, far longer to burn down. There was no wind, so the flame and smoke just billowed up, and the heat shot a fountain of golden, swirling sparks fifty feet in the air or more. Beautiful and horrifying. Once the firemen got to work, the pounding water of the fire hoses and the roaring steam sounded like hooves.

The woman and her son who live there were not home, apparently, so the word so far is that nobody was hurt. Don't know what happened to their dog. I don't want to speculate too much, but a truck was seen hauling ass away from the site. It would not surprise me to learn that it was set, though that would disturb me a great deal. The thought of losing my home to fire has always terrified me.

I will go see what's left tomorrow and see if anyone has heard from the residents. Good thoughts to them. And if someone set it, I hope they catch him fast and lock him away forever.

There's a lot of crimes I can forgive because I understand them, or understand the need that drives a person to commit them. This would not be one of those. Fire is really awesome, but . . . nuh-uh. Fuck a bunch of that.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (WTF)
The house behind ours burned to the supporting timbers last night at about 1:30. The flames took hold in minutes -- so fast, so incredibly fast.

Only the far side was on fire when I went into the backyard to see. In the time it took for me to run back to the house, secure the back door, and run out again, it had spread to the rear of the house. When the flames spread onto the roof barely a minute later, I could feel the heat on my face. After about five minutes the back of the house collapsed. No crashing, no groaning of timbers, only the roar of the flames, and that high-pitched keening sound burning wood makes sometimes. It just sagged, then sheared away and fell down in slow motion.

I did not think something so large could burn so quickly and so completely. I have seen tiny campfires that took far, far longer to burn down. There was no wind, so the flame and smoke just billowed up, and the heat shot a fountain of golden, swirling sparks fifty feet in the air or more. Beautiful and horrifying. Once the firemen got to work, the pounding water of the fire hoses and the roaring steam sounded like hooves.

The woman and her son who live there were not home, apparently, so the word so far is that nobody was hurt. Don't know what happened to their dog. I don't want to speculate too much, but a truck was seen hauling ass away from the site. It would not surprise me to learn that it was set, though that would disturb me a great deal. The thought of losing my home to fire has always terrified me.

I will go see what's left tomorrow and see if anyone has heard from the residents. Good thoughts to them. And if someone set it, I hope they catch him fast and lock him away forever.

There's a lot of crimes I can forgive because I understand them, or understand the need that drives a person to commit them. This would not be one of those. Fire is really awesome, but . . . nuh-uh. Fuck a bunch of that.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (SAMURAI FACE!)
I dreamed about space pirates raiding alien planets. My crew began taking an unhealthy interest in the local fauna. At one point, one of the pirates (who sounded exactly like Jeff from Coupling) had this to say about genetically engineered animals:

"You can't put a thousand eyes on a sheep and still have room for a functioning vagina."

I just . . . I have to live with this brain, you know? And it's really not all it's cracked up to be, when thousand-eyed sheep with no vaginas are all I remember about what was a really cool dream with a really great plot.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (SAMURAI FACE!)
I dreamed about space pirates raiding alien planets. My crew began taking an unhealthy interest in the local fauna. At one point, one of the pirates (who sounded exactly like Jeff from Coupling) had this to say about genetically engineered animals:

"You can't put a thousand eyes on a sheep and still have room for a functioning vagina."

I just . . . I have to live with this brain, you know? And it's really not all it's cracked up to be, when thousand-eyed sheep with no vaginas are all I remember about what was a really cool dream with a really great plot.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Morningstar)
Thank you all immensely for the good juju. You are my miracle workers.

Our third offer was approved, and we close on October 3rd.

I'm scared. Of course I am scared. I am so scared.

There's a lot of work to do, the transition is going to be so hard because this place is so different from the house we have now, from anyplace I have ever lived, and finding out how and where we will fit into it is going to be rough.

But let me tell you, it is simply an amazing house. It's so beautiful. It's very white on the inside – the former owners were obviously afraid of bold colors – but that white is like a blank canvas. A big, naked canvas, just begging me to have my way with it. Architecturally it's got all kinds of interesting things I can work with. When I'm done with it, it will be simply amazing. Oh, my friends, oh, oh, oh. I never thought to have anything this wonderful!

I will tell you about all of its awesome features once we've closed, but not before. I'm too scared that something will go south to risk rhapsodizing about it. Way too scared. It's not perfect in every way, but there is a whole hell of a lot to adore.

Keep it crossed for us. The third. They moved the date up a week because they don't want to make another payment.

Two weeks. We're moving in two weeks. Oh, shit.

Edit: I actually should throw a huge shout-out to [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, who drove down the nigh-invisible side street on a whim and found the house, and brought us a flyer even though it was out of our price range, and bugged us to go look at it, because it is not even a mile from her house. Which is actually the coolest thing about all of this, really.

So, if this all goes as planned, I will live very close to my dad, and very, very close to my best friend. I told you. It's fucking awesome.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Morningstar)
Thank you all immensely for the good juju. You are my miracle workers.

Our third offer was approved, and we close on October 3rd.

I'm scared. Of course I am scared. I am so scared.

There's a lot of work to do, the transition is going to be so hard because this place is so different from the house we have now, from anyplace I have ever lived, and finding out how and where we will fit into it is going to be rough.

But let me tell you, it is simply an amazing house. It's so beautiful. It's very white on the inside – the former owners were obviously afraid of bold colors – but that white is like a blank canvas. A big, naked canvas, just begging me to have my way with it. Architecturally it's got all kinds of interesting things I can work with. When I'm done with it, it will be simply amazing. Oh, my friends, oh, oh, oh. I never thought to have anything this wonderful!

I will tell you about all of its awesome features once we've closed, but not before. I'm too scared that something will go south to risk rhapsodizing about it. Way too scared. It's not perfect in every way, but there is a whole hell of a lot to adore.

Keep it crossed for us. The third. They moved the date up a week because they don't want to make another payment.

Two weeks. We're moving in two weeks. Oh, shit.

Edit: I actually should throw a huge shout-out to [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, who drove down the nigh-invisible side street on a whim and found the house, and brought us a flyer even though it was out of our price range, and bugged us to go look at it, because it is not even a mile from her house. Which is actually the coolest thing about all of this, really.

So, if this all goes as planned, I will live very close to my dad, and very, very close to my best friend. I told you. It's fucking awesome.

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