December 20, 2007

Merry Christmas


I'm off this afternoon to try to finish my shopping for Christmas gifts. Yes yes, I know...at least I won't have to fight the weekend crowds of procrastinators this weekend. Hope you all have a peaceful, happy holiday. xoxo

November 27, 2007

Have I lost it? Why YES!

*grin*

Is spring here yet? Shit. Guess not.


"Elaine - Enjoying a Few Drinks and a Traditional Mustard Easter Cigar with Bathing Easterish Ponies, Hello Kitty Heads and a Ton of Headache Inducing Marshmellow Fuckwads" by Merkley

My sidebar is borked. So is my header. Jeebus, even my profile image is. I have to get my butt in gear and fix all this stuff...or not. Damn, I'm lazy.

Yeah...I hotlinked. Bad girl! *swats self in the butt* If someone yells, I'll fix it but I'm to feckin' lazy to do it without being yelled at. lol

My dad told me that "the Golden Compass" is evil because it's an athiest movie. huh? O.o

Just in case you wondered, 'tater tots are evil. pure.evil. yes.

I used to be apathetic but now I just don't care.
*laughs*

November 16, 2007

bwaaahahah

not the ride on anyone's shirt tail, but I also don't want to make a liar out of myself *points down at last post*.

I'm too busy giggling and guffawing at this, however...

Go look and laugh with me.

Happy Friday!

November 07, 2007

Revival

Hey! Hi there. How the hell are ya?

For those of you that still pop in to check on me these days (all what...2 of you?), apologies for my absence. It's true that I am still spending the majority of my on-line time in Second Life. I have a ton of cool friends there, a job doing security in a club, I build, dance...blah blah. You don't wanna hear about all that, I know.

Yesterday I was looking for a particular picture that I knew I had posted in my blog. As I combed through my archives, it occurred to me that I really do miss this creative outlet. It might take me a bit to get back into it, but I think I'm going to try to start posting regularly again.

Ahh, it's good to be back. Now to make the rounds and see how many links over here are outdated/dead. *sigh*

May 16, 2007

Made of Pain

A woman is not made of flesh, bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
She is manufactured like a sports sedan.
She is retooled, refitted and redesigned
every decade.

Cecile had been seduction itself in college.
She wriggled through bars like a satin eel,
her hips and ass promising, her mouth pursed
in the dark red lipstick of desire.

She visited years later still wearing dark red lipstick,
and danced through Manhattan in mini skirt,
hair loose as a horse's mane.
Oh dear, whatever has happened to poor Cecile?
She was out of fashion, out of the game,
disqualified, disdained, dismembered from the club of desire.

Look at pictures in French fashion magazines of the 18th century:
Century of the Ultimate Lady
a fantasy wrought of silk and corseting.
Paniers bring her hips out three feet
each way, while the waist is pinched
and the belly flattened under wood.
The breasts are stuffed up and out
offered like apples in a bowl.
The tiny foot is encased in a slipper
never meant for walking.
On top is a grandiose headache:
hair like a museum piece, daily ornamented with ribbons,
vases, grottoes, mountains, frigates in full sail,
balloons, baboons, the fancy of a hairdresser turned loose.
The hats were rococo wedding cakes
that would dim the Las Vegas strip.
Here is a woman forced into shape
rigid exoskeleton torturing flesh:
a woman made of pain.

How superior we are now: see the modern woman
thin as a blade of scissors.
She runs on a treadmill every morning,
fits herself into machines of weights
and pulleys to heave and grunt,
an image in her mind she can never approximate,
a body of rosy glass that never wrinkles,
never grows, never fades.
She sits at the table closing her eyes to food
hungry, always hungry:
a woman made of pain.

A cat or dog approaches another,
they sniff noses. They sniff asses.
They bristle or lick.
They fall in love as often as we do,
as passionately.
But they fall in love or lust with furry flesh,
not hoop skirts or push up bras,
rib removal or liposuction.
It is not for male or female dogs
that poodles are clipped like topiary hedges.

If only we could like each other raw.
If only we could love ourselves
like healthy babies burbling in our arms.
If only we were not programmed and reprogrammed
to need what is sold us.
Why should we want to live inside ads?
Why should we want to scourge our softness
to straight lines like a Mondrian painting?
Why should we punish each other with scorn
as if to have a large ass were worse than being greedy or mean?

When will women not be compelled
to view their bodies as science projects,
gardens to be weeded, dogs to be trained?
When women cease to be made of pain?

February 24, 2007

ACK O.o

Damn, I overdid it last night. I'm told by my partner in crime, a girl I've been friends with since we were four years old, that we now have a Friday night tradition. That would be going to Hugh's Jungle Room and dancing, drinking and doing karaoke. Yes, that's right - Celti got up on stage and sang. EEP!

I had not performed in public since college musicals. Although I know I sound freaking awesome when singing in my car to the radio (lol), I wasn't so sure about this. Turns out I did ok...got a few compliments from strangers, so it couldn't have been half bad. I sang "strong enough" by Cheryl Crow. :)

Anyway, they have this signature drink there named a Texas (something quite rude that rhymes with agate) and whoo, boy. It's a powerful concoction. I only had three last night and man, was I blasted. This morning, I was most certainly green around the gills. ack.

I won't share my views on my musical performance of last night. Let's just say ack again. lol Anyway, I'll beware of the drinks, and will be sure to pick out more songs that suit my range and attitude like Cheryl. :)

My friend, I'll call her Neece, is a freaking hoot. In the 30+ years we've been friends, we've never fought, never had a falling out at all. We tend to go for periods where we don't see each other much, then we fall right back in just as if we talked yesterday. She is a priceless gem.

Ahhh, fun times...

February 12, 2007

My Goodness, Yes

...I'm still alive. I'm ok. I'm keeping on keepin' on. I have plans. I'm moving forward. Life is good and bad and confusing and amazing. That's really about all I can tell you. ...well, except for I love you for continuing to care about what's up. LJ post coming soon, methinks. *smooches*

January 14, 2007

Bad to the Bone

Hello! Yes, yes, I am alive and well...I've just been a bit swept away from the blogger world, that's all. I've been bad and I apologize for seemingly abandoning this, my home on the internet.

Honestly...it's Second Life. Really. It's pretty much all I do while on-line now-a-days. I dance in a club there, have a place of my own, have tons of wonderful friends and am even working on starting my own business. I'm learning to build things, and reception to them has been great, so I'm looking into selling them. There are people who actually make a living running their own business in Second Life, peeps! I'm not kidding. Find something that's in demand, word gets out and you've got it. It's no joke really...Second Life is growing like a field of weeds.

...a few stats for you:
Total Second Life Residents: 2,594,214
Online Now: 21,499
US$ Spent Last 24hours: $849,397

That's 24 hours. Nearly a million in 24 hours. There are days that I've seen it to be over a million. Unfortunately, they are a private company right now, so no stock available, but you can bet I'll be buying some if they go public. Wooo ha!

I've actually considered starting a Second Life blog. I think I would call it "Avies Behaving Badly". *grins* There are tons of them...go look. It's just that there are so many crazy things that go on, so many tangled up relationships and scenarios. It really would be a scream. I've explored the world of being a neko(part cat, part human), have gotten to know the social and feeding habits of shemales, befriended furries and demons...it's freaking amazing. Oh...and I'm a dominatrix in training! :p

Sooo...how are you? lol