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Desperate need for excitement...

I'm bored. All the time. I don't know what it is really, I've got the life everyone would want, successful husband, anything I want I can have...but, I'm just bored. I was just watching Sex and the City movie again. I love Kim Cattrall's character Samantha. She's just divine. Samantha is the woman I used to be, except, not a dime to my name back in the day. I love the part where she walks in on her neighbor and he's standing buck naked in an outdoor shower. The line was terrific..."The moment Samantha met Dante, Samantha was in hell." Then, summarily goes on to gain so much weight to make sure she doesn't cheat on Smith (her boyfriend). "She eats so she won't cheat." I don't eat, which causes me to gain weight, because I don't want to come out from behind my computer desk and look at the outside world only to be reminded and remember all that I'm missing out on. The exclusive nightclubs, the fabulous people a...

Tired

I've had a long day I guess. It's one of those moments where you want toothpicks to keep your eyes open. Seems as my medication for my Thyroid is working better, I'm down 2 pounds again. Encouraging to see the weight come off. I can see the bone structure in my face better, it's not just 'fluffy'. Went through William Gibson's blog today. Interesting man. Odd though. He's the guy who coined the term "cyberspace". Funny that it takes only one person to describe the lifestyle of people all over the world. Sometimes, I wish I knew if he had thought up virtual worlds too. That's the ultimate cyberspace experience. Talking to someone half way around the world... Being a resident in cyberspace, you really don't notice much of the world around you that is outside and away from the computer. It's always "when's that next event". You always want to be a part of the "next event". You can buy a new car in...

Inauguration Day

First off...let's set this up right, so you can understand if I babble, it's because I've not slept yet. Last night I stayed up too late playing World of Warcraft. Ok, owning that bit of indulgence. I was amped to see the inauguration. So I stayed up for it. A lot of people are saying on the facebook tie-in with cnn.com video that this is a day that people will ask you where you were when it happened. I was on my couch wrapped up in a blanket, cheering for Obama and looking at Bush going "Buh-bye" in very overjoyed tones. I sat through watching the movie stars come in, and giggled a bit when I saw Dustin Hoffman and John Cusack...just thought that was way cool. But then came the Bush Blemishes...the drunkard daughters who have been a blight, right next to their father, on the image of our country. I think I might have thrown up in my mouth a bit to see those two. Just the thought of precious Sasha and Melia replacing that makes me overjoyed. Those two little ...

Superheroes

I found the quote...lol...I love this quote...this is where I am in my life right now. It's from Kill Bill Volume 2. It's the conversation between the infamous Bill and Beatrix Kiddo (a.k.a. "The Bride"). It's the Superhero Monologue/Conversation... Bill: As you know, l'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology... The mythology is not only great, it's unique. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman....

Ahnonay and the Big Picture

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In Uru, we have an Age called Ahnonay. When you begin the journey into this Age, you are met with a "Cathedral". You walk through the grand stone door and down a hallway of pictograms... As you link through, you go to a "watery" Ahnonay... After "watery" Ahnonay, you link through to a version of Ahnonay that is supposedly time shifted. There is thunder and lighting, mist swirls around in every crack and crevasse. Then, as you link through again, you find yourself in "Space" Ahnonay... Even again, as you link, you find another "Unfinished" Ahnonay... I remember when I first attempted the puzzle in Ahnonay. LOL...I can remember it so wonderfully, the scenery was breathtaking, the music divine...but it was like a sadistic gym coach came up with it, because the biggest thing I remember from it was, "Link, take a lap, Link, take a lap, link, take a lap". Every time you would link through the book in Ahnonay, it would take you ...

OOP! ACK!

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I went to see Le Rêve at the Wynn. My reaction: Now let's do some homework on this thing, which I did before the show began, via the internet on my piddly Pantech phone, while sitting in the beautiful theatre that Le Rêve plays in. (I wanted to see the run-time of the show, which I found out after sitting through the debacle, that it's an hour and a half long.) As I was putting away my phone after I dug up a little info, a really nasty and mean usher yelled at me for having my phone on. The thing takes shitty pictures, it's not like it's an iPhone or a camcorder, it's a piece of shit phone that ANYONE with a trained eye, like those ushers are supposed to have, would see. I don't know what the hell she could have been on about, besides, I don't want to tape the show, I want to watch it with my full attention, but that's another shortcoming of the Wynn in my opinion. Then again, shortsighted and rude people piss me off anyways. Anyways, let's forg...

The Past Few Months...

Lots of topics to cover, from Family to Online Worlds, so I'll just get going. Let's start with May. They found a fybrocystic lump in my left breast. Fun. NOT. Tests, tests, tests, more tests. June 16th, my Uncle Bill died. The man had Parkinson's Disease. He fought it for nearly 20 years. When he died, I was angry at first. Angry at a governmental buracracy that held up research that could have improved his quality of life and given him a fighting chance to live longer. Then I came to terms with the fact that he's not suffering anymore because the Parkinson's had made his body a prison for him. I still can't pick up the teddy bear he gave me for my 6th birthday. The thing is 30 years old and has been restuffed and still, I can't pick that thing up, much less touch it, without crying. He and my Aunt Sissy were the only ones who understood and embraced my individuality. Much less to say, his death was a massive blow. 8 days later. The news hits t...