February 7
From my brain
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2008
Me 09:34, 7 February 2008 (EST)
First day back to work following the packing mania of the last three days. Part of me wants to make the joke to coworkers, "Yeah, against my better judgment I came back." The other part of me realizes that if I were home, she'd just make me pack / clean more. :)
No update yet on yesterday's tidbit.
Me 20:54, 7 February 2008 (EST)
So, the other day a thread started on the guild forums about 10+3 Personalities Every Guild Leader Needs Around. It was a good laugh for many, and I of course found myself as "The Optimist":
- Nothing can bring down the Optimist. He’s always in a good, cheery mood and it helps rub off on everyone. He’s willing to help people any time. He’s a genuinely kind person who has no hidden agenda and has nothing but nice things to say.
- Why he’s an asset: He can help the raid stay cheery and positive. When he joins the channel, he makes everyone in it smile. His “can do” attitude helps provide that last spark of energy to down Al’ar on the last attempt when everyone is weary and frustrated.
- He doesn’t care about the destination. He cares about the journey.
So, I'm not generally cheery IRL, but I try to be in game.
In real life however, optimism is a bad habit to have though sometimes. Especially when your good news turns out to be more of a pipe dream than reality.
Bollocks.
2007
Me 09:50, 7 February 2007 (EST)
Rules for Driving on My Roads During Snow
- If roads are bad and you don't like to drive in them DO NOT DRIVE
- Call in sick to work
- Tell your grandkids you're not coming over
- Reschedule your prostate exam for next week
- If the roads have been plowed and there is decent traction, you will NOT be permitted to drive less than 40 miles an hour.
- 30-35 is permissible on turns
- 30 is unacceptable on straight aways
- < 30??? You're lucky I don't own firearms.
- If I pass you while you're doing 25, don't look at me like that you schmuck. learn2drive!
When I woke up this morning I got up, got dressed in a heavy flannel shirt (buttoned to the neck), work jeans, boots, long-gloves, scarf, hat, ski mask hat, and duster, and went out to do the driveway. I should have done it the fun way, but instead I used the shovel like a normal person instead of the leafblower like I wanted to.
I started the car and left it running for almost 45 mins while I got ready. My thoughts: if someone wanted to trudge through the arctic to steal that car, they obviously needed it more than we did. It was so warm and toasty by the time I left though that even the steering wheel was warm. :)
As I pulled out onto the second street from ours, I saw an amazing sight: a snow plow! Yes, in central Ohio, and even at 6:30am! I was blown away. They just don't plow here like that! I wondered if perhaps I really wasn't in the same lands.
And then, I got behind the morons and realized, yup, you're in Cowtown still. On the longest stretch of my trip, on an area that you're not supposed to pass on even if the roads are pristine and clear in August, I got stuck behind someone doing 25.
I'm feeling better now. Really. stab stab stab
2006
Me 20:35, 07, February 2006 (EDT)
LFG to help me farm one of these.
1995
Can it be that I left off on such a somber note yesterday? Perhaps it was the topic which inspired me to jump into story instead. Once again I may be reading too much into things, but I have asked her to be my outside voice and critic of my work with Symbols. She has said to me time and again how my word are good, often speaking how she wishes she could do the same. So I asked if when a chapter or two is complete if she would read. She is the only one who truly encourages my work. I only fear that my heart is running away with me once again in asking her to do this favor for me. I must make it a point to not change myself or my writing to cause her feelings to change. Change is an awful thing in some cases and this it would be. My writing is who I am. I should not change it for anything in the world and I don't think that I could for that matter. Darias himself breathes within me. Rhiannon has touched my heart in many different forms. Basilius is my darkest side and for that reason refuses to show himself in the light. Nerian lives in obscurity, a constant contradiction at times, but is the key to a fun-loving nature. Kalil is wisdom, knowledge passed down through generations to the next so that the same mistakes will not be repeated. They all live within me in some way and just need to find their own path to follow out. Darias is more a part of me than I think I am a part of me. He is alone in the world and has few people to call Friend. He lives in his valley, segregated from all that is in the world both by choice and by alienation at once. He wants no part of what happens in the lives of ordinary people or the reverie that the trive in. His days are spent in his valley, tending his garden and caring for a small herd of quiltain. Though the antics of the playfull creatures entertain him, he still longs for someone at his side. There alone is the reason for Rhiannon. She possesses all of the best qualities of every woman I have known. Her every movement is graceful and carefully metered. Her temper is quick and short. Her shimmering green eyes look within you and search out your heart. Her hair is a flame which seems hotter than a thousand suns. Her mind is in many ways equal to his, though she does not show it or will not. Her heart.....at some times it seems touchable, attainable, but yet somehow, for some reason, it pulls away.
- Resting
- Resting now in my dreams,
- I can close my eyes and see you
- Lying asleep on your pillow.
- Your slumber is peaceful,
- Thoughts of me trouble you not.
- But my sleep is not so.
- I think of you as I drift off to rest,
- Walking with you while I sleep,
- Only to think of you when I wake.
- Oh that you slept not so restfully,
- And that I am wrapped in your dreams
- As much as you live in mine.
