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Below are the 15 most recent journal entries recorded in
Green Lion's LiveJournal:
|Thursday, February 25th, 2010|
|Friday, September 19th, 2008|
|By popular demand
Right here, right now.
Take a picture of yourself right now.
don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
post that picture with NO editing.
Sorry, I work from home, I can type in my undies.
|Saturday, January 26th, 2008|
|Thursday, December 21st, 2006|
Because I post so much I need a new one.
|Wednesday, December 1st, 2004|
|It's only fair
Somebody else told me why I was cool, so I'll tell you why you are cool, if you ask.
I cannot promise to be wordy, but I can manage sincere.
|Thursday, July 29th, 2004|
I was introduced to www.kittenbreak.com yesterday, and sent them a picture of Churchill. He's posted already: go to Latest Kitten, then back 3.
The mini-godzilla trying to eat a City of Heroes character -- that's him.
It's kinda dumb, but random cuteness does alleviate some editorial stress.
|Wednesday, June 9th, 2004|
We have a new kitten, Churchill. We adopted him because he fits our WWII cat naming theme, in addition to the fact that he's adorable. Pictures will be available as soon as I can find the darn card reader.
So, Tuesday night, Nimmy brings Churchill a small dead mouse.
He brought it to the front door, and I told him it was very thoughtful, but he couldn't bring it in. However, Jim had left the basement/garage door open, so he snuck in through his cat door and delivered the present. Churchill was very sad when I took it away.
This morning, Jimmy informs me that Nimmy is on the side porch with a present. This time, he brought a small fur mouse toy. We have no idea where he found it.
Churchill is thrilled.
|Tuesday, February 10th, 2004|
Questions from arunthol
q1- Why don't you write more? (And I ask that honestly, not as a goad)
a1- In part, because it's frustrating. CFIDS is rotting my brain out at the age of 33 -- I can't always find my nouns. Jack finishes my sentences for me sometimes, talk about demoralizing. It's not impossible, but it's slow and arduous, and I do not take the same glee that some of you do in the process (which is why I have always maintained that I am not actually a writer but merely an amusing fraud). So I don't. I'm sure I will again some time, when I'm not so very busy working on other people's words.
q2- Got any advice you've been dying to give me and just haven't found the right time to offer it?
a2- Do I seem like the kind of person to hold back advice, whether I think you want it or not?
q3- What's the nicest thing I've ever done for you? (It's all about me, didn't you know?)
a3- This is harder than it oughta be, because you've never been a jerk, so nothing sticks out. :) I'm going to take the easy way out and say the time you fell down the front stairs without dropping Jack (was it Jack?) on the way to the zoo, sacrificing your own ankle in the process.
q4- Can you write me a little story about an Indy car, a pomegranate, three mules, a priest named Susan and the Eiffel Tower?
a4- No. But I have a house full of small metal cars, a bottle of pomegranate juice in the fridge, and at least three donkeys in the Christmas ornaments. I worked for an Episcopal priest named Susan once. And, uh, I got nothin' on the Eiffel Tower.
q5- Who's the Baddest Mo Fo Lo-DOWN 'round this town?
a5- Not you, weird boy.
In the interests of keeping things fair (and because you got the lion's share of bizarro questions) A bonus non-bizarro question for you: BONUS: Of all the characters you've played, which was your favorite? Why? Of all the characters I've played?
This is a non-bizarro question? You are aware society still considers us to be freaks, right?
I don't really have a favorite, but because you ask about _your_ characters, it brings to mind the duo of Kiandra and Lupine. Fun characters, my first character, and I got most of my "kill them and take their stuff" stage worked out right at the get-go (at least the "take their stuff" part). And we managed to pull it off without weirding the group dynamic too much. :)
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|Wednesday, December 31st, 2003|
|Happy Dammit New Year
Last New Year's Eve, we wrote down a list of everything that had sucked during the year and burned it.
This year we can't even do that, because tenzil
is sitting on a tank of liquid oxygen.
|Monday, November 24th, 2003|
|An Addendum to the Ruination of Christmas
Jim helped Jimmy write his letter to Santa while I helped Jack.
"What do you want to say to Santa?" I asked.
Jack said, "I want to ask him when I can take my Go-Bots out of the plastic."
|Friday, November 21st, 2003|
|How I ruined Christmas
So, I did some advance Christmas shopping (well, it's advance for us) and brought home two large robots of varying complexity for the boys. On sale -- yay me. Then I left them in the kitchen and completely forgot about them.
Jimmy came home from school, and eventually wandered into the kitchen. "Ooooh Mom, did you get anything for me?" he squealed. Luckily, his present was still in the bag -- he only saw Jack's. He goodnaturedly hides in the bathroom while I run the presents upstairs and tuck them into a space on the far side of the bed. We explain that these are presents from us, not from Santa, and he should keep Jack's a secret. So far so good.
Then I forget the presents again. Jack isn't feeling well; he coughs himself awake early in the morning, and comes in to our bed. The sun comes up; Jack leans over the edge of the bed and says, "Oooh!" I shriek. Jack goodnaturedly averts his eyes from the present. "Did Santa come early?" he asks. I mutter that yes, Santa dropped some things off early this year, try to act surprised on Christmas morning.
I ruined Christmas.
|Wednesday, October 15th, 2003|
So, in looking around through stuff today I found that moths had gotten into my alpaca yarn. They seem to looooove alpaca.
I was wroth. So I took the whole box downstairs (it had much other yarn in it) and dumped it in the dryer on hot. 15 minutes is said to kill any moth eggs. I set it for 20 or so.
This is what I got when I opened the dryer:
|Tuesday, April 29th, 2003|
|Thursday, October 24th, 2002|
So, last night, Jimmy, Monkat
and I made Halloween cookies with Monkat's oven and priceless assistance. The pumpkin cookies were painted like jack-o-lanterns, and the corn syrup in the 'paint' was taking a while to set, so they were boxed in one layer.
This morning, while I ran around getting Jack's things ready for daycare, Jack managed to remove the lid from the box. He then bit the green stem from the top of each and every cookie. Jimmy's happy -- he got nibbled cookies for breakfast.
|Friday, July 26th, 2002|
My parents are looking into having the "annual" cider party on September 15, depending on whether they can get apples. I'll post an update when they know for sure what's going on. It won't be after the 15th, because my parents are going to gallivant around Europe like college students.