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Jul. 17th, 2010 @ 06:46 pm SQUEEEEEE!
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That is all.  Just SQUEEEEEE!
Jul. 11th, 2010 @ 06:12 pm Borrowed from Brandi...
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DIFFERENT COLOR = that's me.

I am a morning person.
I am a perfectionist.
I am an only child.
I am Catholic.
I am currently in my PJs.

I am currently pregnant.
I am currently suffering from a broken heart.
I am currently in love.
I am left handed.
I am married.
I am addicted to MySpace.
I’m shy around the opposite sex.
I bite my nails.
I currently regret something I have done.
When I get mad, I curse.
I don’t like anyone.
I am comfortable with who I am.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy jazz music.
I have a car.
I have a cell phone.
I have a pet.
I have at least one brother or sister.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I’m smart.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have had a broken bone.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have had surgery.
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I am able to hate. (Yes, if you hurt me enough I can start to hate you).
I have had the cops called on me.
 I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t.
I have kissed someone of the same gender.
I have mood swings.
I like Shakespeare.
I love to cook.
I like Michael Jackson.
I love sleeping.
I love to shop.
I miss someone right now.
I own over 100 CDs.
I own over 100 DVDs.
I own and use a library card.
I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream.
I read books for pleasure in my spare time.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I strongly dislike math.
I am capable of daydreaming.
I think Britney Spears is pretty.
I will try ALMOST anything once.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would classify myself as ghetto.
I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am tired.
I am currently waiting for someone.
I lost contact with someone.
I hate Miley Cyrus.
I think Party In The USA is catchy.
I’d date Harry Potter.
I like magic.
I can name all the past presidents of the United States.
I know who was president before George Bush.
I love pickles.
I need the internet to live.
I prefer chocolate over vanilla.
I watched Star Trek.
I watched all six movies of Star Wars.
I own an Xbox.
I think music is life.

II. Movies (the ones I've seen are in blue)
Pride and Prejudice. Glory Road. The Princess Bride. Robin Hood Men In Tights. Love Actually. Garden State. Goonies. Center Stage. Ocean’s Eleven. Seven. Newsies. 300. Donnie Darko. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Dragonheart. My Best Friend’s Wedding. Anchorman. Drop Dead Gorgeous. Wedding Crashers. Elf. Zoolander. Austin Powers. Clueless. Mean Girls. Harry Potter. Hairspray. Moulin Rouge. Fight Club. Rocky. Pulp Fiction. What A Girl Wants. Kill Bill.
Thank You For Smoking. Little Miss Sunshine. Peter Pan. Requiem for a Dream. The Departed. Dawn of the Dead. Memento. Friends With Money. The Lovely Bones. Divorcing Jack. 17 Again. National Lampoons Animal House.  8 Mile. Office Space. Snakes on a Plane. Boondock Saints. Taken. Say Anything. The Silence of the Lambs. Saving Private Ryan. Superbad. The Prestige. Just Friends. The Devil Wears Prada. Avatar. Good. Under the Tuscan Sun. Steel Magnolias. Saw. Ace Ventura. She’s the Man. Because I Said So. Catch and Release. Music and Lyrics. Spanglish. Casablanca. Stick It. Step Up. The Fast and the Furious. Pineapple Express. Joyride. Halloween. The Italian Job. Crash. Marley & Me. Must Love Dogs. The Last Kiss. Chicago. Harry Potter. Rush Hour. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Clerks. Shooter. The Bourne Identity. Meet the Parents. Dirty Dancing. A Christmas Carol. Rudy. National Treasure. Sleepless in Seattle. Miss Congeniality. The Science of Sleep. The Matrix. Everything is Illuminated. Good Will Hunting. 500 Days of Summer. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Empire Records. Phantom of the Opera. Lord of the Rings. Click. Scarface. District 9. The Notebook.  

Apr. 23rd, 2010 @ 10:01 pm Reading Without Pity
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Where the hell am I: home
What I'm listening to: nothing
I post on Television Without Pity (on a bunch of different shows - my name there is Delirium64) as well as a few other message boards.  Have you ever run across a poster who just drives you nuts?  Like you can't even stand to read his/her posts and just the screen name makes you roll your eyes?  Said poster knows everything, has a comment about everything, comes off as irritatingly condescending, and can't seem to handle when someone has a different opinion.  It makes me nuts.  Just sayin'

Mar. 21st, 2010 @ 12:56 am Oh My
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Where the hell am I: home again
What I'm listening to: tv background noise
Well, I ended going out tonight and had a really good time.  Went to see the Mean Clowns play at the Locust Valley Inn with some friends (hi Lori, stop snooping around my blog and comment).  Music was great, company was fun, and parts of the evening were surreal and involved discussions of endowment vs deformity and finger artists.  But I had fun.  Now I want to go to sleep, but sleep isn't ready to claim me yet.
Mar. 20th, 2010 @ 08:07 pm My Oh My, I've Been Delinquent
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Where the hell am I: home
How I'm feeling: satisfiedsatisfied
What I'm listening to: none. I thought it was strangely quiet.
 I haven't posted in ages and that's sort of dumb.  Anyway, here I am.

What a glorious day today was.  I wanted to get out and take some new photos for the portfolio, but I was a little lazy this morning.  Instead, I worked on the
Avalon Imagery website a little, started an Etsy page for the site, and did a corresponding Facebook fan page.  Now I need to shoot some new stuff.  Maybe I'll do some more portrait stuff.  I don't know.  And we have to get up some of my friend Julieann's stuff for the Etsy page.  I haven't been writing, but I have been busy with work and the like.  After doing webmistress work, I went out shopping with Julieann.  I needed a shower/wedding gift and some stuff for me.  Ended up with a cool shower gift - a stainless utensil holder with bamboo utensils in it and a lovely gift card.  Wrapped it all up in cheesecloth and tied it with silver curly ribbon and life is good.  Also got the bamboo utensils for me, as well as a spider (chinese skimmer/strainer) and a microplane.  We then went to Wild Fig for an early dinner where we ran into my mom and dad, who ended up paying for half our meal (go mom and dad!).  Now I'm nestled at home with the sweet little furry demon and my jammies.

We had a talent show with our guys at work on Friday.  It went well and really, it is a joy seeing those guys work so hard practicing and doing such a good job.  I spend so much time with them I often forget that they are disabled.  They teach me so much.

Let's see... what else?  Oh yeah.  Today was apparently "give Lynne the stink-eye" day  Everywhere I went I got flashed the stink-eye.  I was wondering if it was what I was wearing, but I was dressed innocuously enough.  Whatever, all those who gave me the stink-eye today.  May you receive one in return tomorrow.
Jul. 6th, 2009 @ 10:54 pm Fiction - This Fleeting World
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This Fleeting World

 A Star at Dawn


Denae lay on the damp ground, looking up at the sky. A single star twinkled in the mist of the dawn. Another day to endure. The dawning of a new day held no new hope for Denae. It hadn’t held any hope since Gareth left. Oh, she knew that to pin all one’s hopes and dreams on another person was a dangerous precedent to set, but she truly had thought that Gareth was worth it. In the end, she wasn’t sure that he had been. He’d left her, as all the others had before. And she was left an empty shell yet again. The dawn star twinkled out in the face of Denae’s gaze. She sighed and stood up, tall and proud, rolled up her sleeping blankets, and stowed them in her pack. She ran a hand over her body, cleaning herself with a thought and changing her clothing with a whim. She was now dressed in brown fabric leggings and a leather vest that laced up the front. She pulled on her worn and comfortable boots and tied up her long auburn hair with a strip of leather. Reaching into her pack, she pulled out a waycake and absently nibbled at it while she planned out her day. The plan was simple. Travel. Move on. Leave this place and the memories behind. Start anew. Denae hoisted her pack onto her back and set off.


A Bubble in a Stream

Noon approached and Denae felt the heat rising off the bare dirt pathway she traveled. She had traveled a great distance and felt herself wilting in the heat. Shielding her eyes from the bright summer sun, she spied a stream running parallel to the path, well hidden by the overgrowth of the forest. She slipped off the main path and found a small clearing through which the stream ran. Denae knelt by the stream and cupped her hand, drinking a little of the water. Satisfied that it was potable, she ran her hand over it as an extra precaution, purifying it. She splashed some of the water on her face and allowed it to dry, cooling her off. Denae opened her pack and took out another waycake and some dried meat. She ate, conserving what she could. She had the ability to transform her food into whatever she wanted it to be, but chose not to. Some of the simple ways were the better ways, in her opinion. She stripped off her clothing and immersed herself in the cool stream, washing the travel dirt off her the old fashioned way. She sat in the hollow of a rock, the stream rushing around her body. She was taken by the sight of a large bubble of water. Slipping her hand under it, she lifted it out of the water and gazed into it. Denae found her vision meandering back to the last time she saw Gareth. He had stood there, staring at her as she told him the way it would have to be. He wasn’t the man she needed. He was lacking. He stared at her as she spoke the words, “This can never be. You are not worthy of me.” He turned his back to walk away. Denae lifted her other hand and with a finger, popped the bubble of water and spilled the memory of Gareth turning his back on her into the rushing water of the stream.



A Flash of Lightning in a Summer Cloud 

Denae shouldered her pack and once again struck out on her journey. The sky was blue with a few clouds on the horizon. The day was sweltering. The best she could hope for was a summer storm to break the oppression. It was well within her powers to create a storm, but it would not have the same effect that a naturally occurring storm would have. She sighed and continued down the dusty path she found near the stream. The way by the stream would take a little longer, but the proximity to fresh water was well worth it. Not that Denae knew exactly where she was headed. She just knew that she had to put distance between her and the memory of Gareth. It wasn’t easy for her kind in the world anymore. Where once the Magi were regarded with respect, now they were regarded with fear and sometimes loathing. It was better sometimes to mask the powers inherent in the Magi. As a Mage of the Fourth Kingdom, Denae had been used to being placed on a pedestal. But following the Kingdom Wars, that pedestal had toppled. There was talk of an island where deposed Magi had relocated, forming a society that none could compare to. That was where Denae was headed. If the place existed, she would find it, regardless of the path she had to travel to get there. Denae felt the wind shift and lifted her eyes to the sky that was visible between the leaves of the trees.   A dark cloud loomed over the canopy. Finally, there would be a storm, and a break in the heat. Denae hurried along the path, looking for a break in the trees or a fork in the path. Finally finding a divide in her way, she took the path leading out of the forest. The sky rumbled and she looked for shelter. Spying a small cave in the rock formation ahead, she rushed to it as the skies opened up and the rains washed down.   Denae sat on the ground in the shallow cave, and watched the skies darken. The world around her turned as dark as night for a short while, lightning streaking the sky. She started as one bolt of lightning traveled from the billowing light gray cloud to the ground in front of her, briefly illuminating a figure standing in the rain. Denae peered through the raindrops to see Gareth. She blinked in disbelief, but he was gone by the time she opened her eyes. As quickly as that bolt of lightning, the skies cleared and the rain stopped. But far from feeling cleansed by the summer storm, Denae felt soiled from within, and had no way to explain the feeling to herself.



A Flickering Light

Denae stopped for the night, making camp in a larger cave than the one she had sought shelter in earlier. With a wave of her hand, she set up sleeping blankets and lit a lantern. She pulled another waycake, dried meat, and an apple from her pack. It was all the food she had, and all the food she deserved. She also pulled out a small vial of red liquid. She placed the vial on the ground next to the lantern and ate her evening meal. When she finished, she picked up the vial and uncorked it, dipping her finger in the viscous liquid. What she saw earlier was not possible. Gareth had left her, she thought as she rubbed her fingers together, smearing the liquid between them. With her finger, she painted an “X” across her heart and lay on her sleeping blankets. Looking up at the ceiling of the cave she watched the shadows dancing by the flickering light of the lamp. She raised her hands and watched them dance on the ceiling. As she played with the shadows, she became aware that there was a shadow not her own. Slowly she sat up and turned her head. She was alone in the cave, yet the second shadow still danced on the ceiling. She closed her eyes to block out the familiar form.



A Phantom 

When Denae opened her eyes, he was standing over her, looking down at her with a strange look in his blue-green eyes. She gasped. It was Gareth. But how? He had left her. Why was he here? How was he here?


“Gareth…” she said.


“Denae,” he replied, coldly.


“Why are you here?”


“Don’t you mean ‘how’ am I here?” he said, echoing her thoughts.


“Yes. How are you here? You left me.”


“I left you?” he scoffed, “Did I have a choice?”


“You could have been what I needed.”


“You mean I could have been what you wanted,” he said, “but I failed to conform to your wishes and became yet another of your victims. Is that mine?” he asked, pointing to the red mark across her chest, “Is that what I was reduced to?”


Denae trailed her fingers across her chest, feeling the stickiness of the mark she had made. She looked at Gareth, his eyes glittering in the lamplight.


“Yes,” she replied, “it’s yours.”


“I hope you at least got something good out of it. I mean, the heartblood of a warrior is supposed to be quite powerful.”


“It can give great protection to a Mage,” she said quietly.


“Protection from the living, but not from the dead, Denae. You have no protection from me.”


“You wouldn’t harm me.”


“I wouldn’t?” he asked, “After what you did to me? After stabbing me in the back and collecting the blood from my broken heart for your nasty little collection of Mage toys? You’re heartless, Denae, and you will never find the peace and happiness you seek. Peace comes from within and what’s within you is too dirty to breed tranquility. Before I dispatch you to the hell you deserve, let me show you what could have been.”


Gareth put his ice cold hands on her, one over her eyes, and one over the mark drawn on her in his blood. Denae felt her heart slow and circulation stop. She felt her eyes roll back in her head and she saw…



A Dream


The sky was a vivid blue. The sun shone brightly in summer sky. Denae was smiling up at Gareth. Between them stood a little girl, auburn haired and blue eyed. It was a picture of extreme happiness. Denae could feel the warmth between them. She sat on the green grass, the little girl jumping in her lap. With a wave of her hand, Denae released a swarm of multicolored butterflies. The little girl chased after them, Denae watching with laughter. Gareth sat behind Denae and pulled her back to him so she was learning against him.  He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear.


“What could have been, Denae, but no one could live up to your expectations and no one could give you what you wanted. So you took it. You took my life for the protection my blood could give you. You took the lives of others for what they could give you,” he laid several vials on the ground, “the heart blood of a warrior, the tears of a bard, the brain fluid of a healer…how many more would have had to die to give you what you wanted? No one else will die now. No one, that is, but you. This world is fleeting, Denae, and your time in it is done.”


Denae felt her heart beat its final beats, then nothing. 


“Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: A star at dawn, a
bubble in a stream; A flash of lightning in a summer cloud, A
flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.”

Jul. 5th, 2009 @ 08:22 pm Sunday Random
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Today my mom asked me how I liked going to the gym.  I had to be honest and said, "mom, I fucking HATE it."  But I know I need to go and that I need to get into better shape, so I go.  But I'm not overwhelmingly thrilled with it.  Perhaps I'll grow to like it.

I run a community based day habilitation site for MR/DD adults.  One of our guys is missing.  He left his residence in Russell Gardens (Long Island, NY) last Monday at 9:00 am to go for a bike ride and has not been home since.  He's been spotted about, but so far, we haven't been able to locate him.  I've been praying more than ever and we NEED to find him.  He needs his medication.

The upstairs neighbors are quieter, but they need to learn to shut the front doors to the building.  They are constantly leaving my apartment open to the outside... and open to Jehovah's Witnesses.  The only Watchtower I want any part of has Jimi Hendrix involved.  I had a visitation of the Witnesses the other day.  I told them I was Catholic and had no intention of converting.  Then I reminded them of the little known subsection of the Commandments:  Thou Shalt Not Annoy the Catholic.

Cats aren't that big, so why does their poo smell worse than that of an elephant?

I have to do laundry this week and I hate laundry more than I hate the gym.

Things that make me happy:
  • Rita's Sugar Free Italian Ices
  • Pizza
  • Non-Gym Days
  • Fireworks on the 4th
  • Calexico
  • Sleeping late
  • Puppies and Kittens
Things that do not make me happy:
  • Gym days
  • Doing laundry
  • Getting up early
  • Noisy neighbors
  • Jehovah's Witnesses
Just thought I'd share.  And just to be random.
Jun. 26th, 2009 @ 07:00 pm Michael Jackson....
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So Michael Jackson, the "King of Pop" is dead.  Long live the king.  Or whatever.  I'm sorry a man is dead, I would feel sorry that pretty much anyone was no longer in the realm of the living (bar some terrorists and maniacal despots), but I can't say that I'm mourning his passing.  Does that make me cold because I feel nothing?  A friend on Facebook said "...wonders if having no comment whatsoever on the death of Michael Jackson says something about me as a human being."  Does that fact that I really have no comment either, that I can't muster up enough sympathy to really care about the passing of Michael Jackson say something about ME as a human being?   I value life.  I love life.  But I didn't value or love Michael Jackson.  To me, Michael Jackson was a man who was mentally ill, a man who spent his life both chasing and being chased by his demons.  I don't think he was a great humanitarian.  I think he liked touching little boys... or just wanted to go back to being and playing with little boys.  I didn't care for his music.  I didn't think he was some great tortured genius who changed the face of music.  I never listened to his stuff and wasn't a fan.  But now, one would think that he created life.  One would think he was the be all and end all of music.  One would think that he influenced everyone who ever created or indulged in music.  The fact is, he was a sad little man who made music that some people really liked.  He wasn't the second coming.  He had no bearing on my life, and now he's gone, more than likely a victim of his own folly.  I wish his family well, but no, I'm not mourning his passing any more or any less than I mourn the passing of any living soul.
Jun. 21st, 2009 @ 03:54 pm Gee, thank Livejournal, for making me feel inadequate
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I log onto LiveJournal to discover this:

You've only made 2 friends.

Rub it in, LiveJournal. Mock me because I don't make friends easily. Now I'm off to slake my sorrow with ring dings and diet pepsi. Bastards.

Jun. 18th, 2009 @ 06:48 am UST
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Where the hell am I: why, home of course
How I'm feeling: complacentcomplacent
What I'm listening to: Bob the Builder in the background

I woke up early this morning - I should go into work a little early and get my billing done since I'm a tad short staffed today.  Anyway, I got up early and flicked on the television.  Skipping though the channels, I settled on "Bob the Builder" since it was mindless background noise during my morning routine.  There is so much unresolved sexual tension between Bob and Wendy.  Do you think the equipment characters can feel it?  Will there be a very special episode someday where Bob and Wendy consummate their budding relationship on one of the unsuspecting trucks?