Don't Tease Me
Yo.
Have I mentioned that I strongly dislike my job lately? I think I have. My mom seems to be getting tired of hearing it. She's even telling people who ask about me the TRUTH. *gasp* For the record, my mom's something of an image whore. She doesn't like people knowing that she (and by extension her husband and children) is human. I've never seen someone so obsessed with looking together and happy even when she isn't. It's probably why my mother and I are often respectfully disgusted with each other. I believe in being at least half-way genuine. I won't go out of my way to show people I'm upset, but I don't go out of my way to pretend I'm all music and rosebuds either. Course, I doubt I could pull off that kind of front. I just don't have the energy. I don't even have the energy to smile half the time, and that's when I'm fucking ecstatic.
ANYWAY!!! The I-hate-my-job thing isn't like say . . . before the hurricane's. I think I've been taught a lesson that no matter how bad things may seem (what with actually LOSING money now that I'm working rather than MAKING money or even just BREAKING EVEN), they can always get worse. Way worse. As you can all tell, we're already thinking JULY 1ST down here; and gee, how much have they fixed our levee????? Well, they were talking 'bout adding 10 feet to the thing. Yay. I'm feeling oh so protected now that they're TALKING about doing something even if it's lame. I'm really proud of myself for voting for these people.
(July 1st is the first day of the official hurricane season, but I can bet good money we'll be sticking to the tube's Weather Channels and weather reports like glue way before then.) By the way, if you want to see some FANTASTIC footage of Katrina from the Beau Rivage Casino Hotel (which is located ON Biloxi Beach, MS), go to Google videos and search for Katrina . . . oh hell - here's the direct link:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5954521938928173924&q=Katrina
This dude filmed while staying at the hotel. By the way, the last shot, after the worst had passed, is a shot of across the street. You'll notice that there is nothing there. The hurricane blew away the string of fast food restaurants that used to be there. Don't worry, the film is only about 10 minutes long.
I need to run for office. This is fucking ridiculous. And yeah, I am naive enough to believe I'd win. I am even naive enough to think I'd make a difference. Dumbasses. Me and Dad are already looking at our house with mournful eyes. Dad said we need to erect a really long pole in the ground so that we know where our property was after it gets sucked underwater. Mom is not finding our morbid brand of humor very funny, but we gotta be realistic. There is virtually nothing to insulate us from the damn storms anymore; and no, I'm not just talking Louisiana coast here. I'm talking about the whole coast. Actually, I would go so far as to say there *IS* nothing. Notta. Zilch. Notta.
This time I'm bringing my scanner with me. I need to come up with a contingency plan for my furniture. There is no fucking way I'd be able to afford another bed and dresser. NO FUCKING WAY. >-<
And now that I've delved into the darkness and just barely skimmed the bad things swimming around in my head.
Yesterday, I got home from work, took a bath, then sat down with my brother in the living room. The tv was on, the sound was off, and we just fell into an easy mutual teasing session. I really treasure moments like that. They come so few now that we're older and have work and exhaustion induced irritation and so many other things. But like I said before, we haven't really fought or anything since the hurricanes. It's really nice though - that we can interract so fluidly. Anyway, I need to remember to buy Matt some Ben and Jerry's The Godfather ice cream. I bought a pint and fell in sinful lust. Matt wanted to try some so I promised I'd get him a pint next time I go grocery shopping.
And speaking of brothers: Since it may never see the light of day in DAL, I thought I'd share this little skeleton of a scene with you guys. Lady Mae is giving the young (and impressionable) Sewenna advice on how to choose a husband.
Mae: Should a man catch your eye and be gifted with a sister, you are truly blessed.
Sewenna: How so, milady Step-mother?
Mae: Simply 'Milady' will do, my dear. If the man you deem suitable should have a sister and treats that sister well, he shall surely make you a great lover, a terrible husband.
Sewenna: I do not understand, milady. How can one man do well at one and shite at another?
Mae: LANGUAGE! You spend entirely too many hours with those brothers of yours! A young lady with such boorish manners will never suit. Do you wish to remain unwed for the whole of your life?
Sewenna: *is cowed*
Mae: *clucks tongue* Now then, the man who treats his sister well knows the great burden of womanhood and respects the woman's need of protection. He would dote upon a lover, taking great care with her pleasure. However, his devotion would be to that first woman of his peerage, his sister. A wife would come second, if that. Truly, a most unhappy arrangement.
Sewenna: And should a man treat his sister awfully?
Mae: That man you should avoid for he is surely an enemy of women. A man that could foresake a woman of his own blood and family has no honor. You do not wish to have such a cur in your bed, young Sewenna, for he will no doubt bring you to violence.
Sewenna: Milady, what of the man with no sister?
Mae: Would you buy a plow before acquiring the prerequisite livestock?
Sewenna: I should say not!
Mae: Then you shall not entertain marriage with a man whose character cannot be determined through his relations with a beloved sister.
Sewenna: Your choices leave the field of eligible men very bare, milady.
Mae: My dear one, the lesson is that no man is truly eligible or suited to marriage. A man is only good for bedding, and even then he leaves much to be wanting.
Or something like that. Do not ask me where Mae's twisted logic came from. She's something of a feudal feminist. Hee. Now I want you guys to think about this - her relationship with Joseph as it is reflected here XD
And yeah, in other creative pursuits, Father is still coming along as is His Worst Nightmare (which may or may not be my last Takara piece), as well as several art projects (which no one will see until it is all done - I have roughly 24 of 75 pictures in a series completed, as in OUTLINED). I'm in the process of inking several things right now. I hate/love inking. Hate because it takes so damn long, there is no way to correct screw ups (most of the time), and it just KILLS my back and hand. Love because once I'm done, the picture looks so fresh and defined and I feel like there's life in the sketch again. It sort of pumps me up to see the result, which is a good thing. If I didn't ink, I promise I'd never ever color anything.
Next Thursday I'm going take the first two civil service tests!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
Am I forgetting anything?
No, I didn't think so.
SLEEEEEEPPPPPzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
- Kysra
Have I mentioned that I strongly dislike my job lately? I think I have. My mom seems to be getting tired of hearing it. She's even telling people who ask about me the TRUTH. *gasp* For the record, my mom's something of an image whore. She doesn't like people knowing that she (and by extension her husband and children) is human. I've never seen someone so obsessed with looking together and happy even when she isn't. It's probably why my mother and I are often respectfully disgusted with each other. I believe in being at least half-way genuine. I won't go out of my way to show people I'm upset, but I don't go out of my way to pretend I'm all music and rosebuds either. Course, I doubt I could pull off that kind of front. I just don't have the energy. I don't even have the energy to smile half the time, and that's when I'm fucking ecstatic.
ANYWAY!!! The I-hate-my-job thing isn't like say . . . before the hurricane's. I think I've been taught a lesson that no matter how bad things may seem (what with actually LOSING money now that I'm working rather than MAKING money or even just BREAKING EVEN), they can always get worse. Way worse. As you can all tell, we're already thinking JULY 1ST down here; and gee, how much have they fixed our levee????? Well, they were talking 'bout adding 10 feet to the thing. Yay. I'm feeling oh so protected now that they're TALKING about doing something even if it's lame. I'm really proud of myself for voting for these people.
(July 1st is the first day of the official hurricane season, but I can bet good money we'll be sticking to the tube's Weather Channels and weather reports like glue way before then.) By the way, if you want to see some FANTASTIC footage of Katrina from the Beau Rivage Casino Hotel (which is located ON Biloxi Beach, MS), go to Google videos and search for Katrina . . . oh hell - here's the direct link:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5954521938928173924&q=Katrina
This dude filmed while staying at the hotel. By the way, the last shot, after the worst had passed, is a shot of across the street. You'll notice that there is nothing there. The hurricane blew away the string of fast food restaurants that used to be there. Don't worry, the film is only about 10 minutes long.
I need to run for office. This is fucking ridiculous. And yeah, I am naive enough to believe I'd win. I am even naive enough to think I'd make a difference. Dumbasses. Me and Dad are already looking at our house with mournful eyes. Dad said we need to erect a really long pole in the ground so that we know where our property was after it gets sucked underwater. Mom is not finding our morbid brand of humor very funny, but we gotta be realistic. There is virtually nothing to insulate us from the damn storms anymore; and no, I'm not just talking Louisiana coast here. I'm talking about the whole coast. Actually, I would go so far as to say there *IS* nothing. Notta. Zilch. Notta.
This time I'm bringing my scanner with me. I need to come up with a contingency plan for my furniture. There is no fucking way I'd be able to afford another bed and dresser. NO FUCKING WAY. >-<
And now that I've delved into the darkness and just barely skimmed the bad things swimming around in my head.
Yesterday, I got home from work, took a bath, then sat down with my brother in the living room. The tv was on, the sound was off, and we just fell into an easy mutual teasing session. I really treasure moments like that. They come so few now that we're older and have work and exhaustion induced irritation and so many other things. But like I said before, we haven't really fought or anything since the hurricanes. It's really nice though - that we can interract so fluidly. Anyway, I need to remember to buy Matt some Ben and Jerry's The Godfather ice cream. I bought a pint and fell in sinful lust. Matt wanted to try some so I promised I'd get him a pint next time I go grocery shopping.
And speaking of brothers: Since it may never see the light of day in DAL, I thought I'd share this little skeleton of a scene with you guys. Lady Mae is giving the young (and impressionable) Sewenna advice on how to choose a husband.
Mae: Should a man catch your eye and be gifted with a sister, you are truly blessed.
Sewenna: How so, milady Step-mother?
Mae: Simply 'Milady' will do, my dear. If the man you deem suitable should have a sister and treats that sister well, he shall surely make you a great lover, a terrible husband.
Sewenna: I do not understand, milady. How can one man do well at one and shite at another?
Mae: LANGUAGE! You spend entirely too many hours with those brothers of yours! A young lady with such boorish manners will never suit. Do you wish to remain unwed for the whole of your life?
Sewenna: *is cowed*
Mae: *clucks tongue* Now then, the man who treats his sister well knows the great burden of womanhood and respects the woman's need of protection. He would dote upon a lover, taking great care with her pleasure. However, his devotion would be to that first woman of his peerage, his sister. A wife would come second, if that. Truly, a most unhappy arrangement.
Sewenna: And should a man treat his sister awfully?
Mae: That man you should avoid for he is surely an enemy of women. A man that could foresake a woman of his own blood and family has no honor. You do not wish to have such a cur in your bed, young Sewenna, for he will no doubt bring you to violence.
Sewenna: Milady, what of the man with no sister?
Mae: Would you buy a plow before acquiring the prerequisite livestock?
Sewenna: I should say not!
Mae: Then you shall not entertain marriage with a man whose character cannot be determined through his relations with a beloved sister.
Sewenna: Your choices leave the field of eligible men very bare, milady.
Mae: My dear one, the lesson is that no man is truly eligible or suited to marriage. A man is only good for bedding, and even then he leaves much to be wanting.
Or something like that. Do not ask me where Mae's twisted logic came from. She's something of a feudal feminist. Hee. Now I want you guys to think about this - her relationship with Joseph as it is reflected here XD
And yeah, in other creative pursuits, Father is still coming along as is His Worst Nightmare (which may or may not be my last Takara piece), as well as several art projects (which no one will see until it is all done - I have roughly 24 of 75 pictures in a series completed, as in OUTLINED). I'm in the process of inking several things right now. I hate/love inking. Hate because it takes so damn long, there is no way to correct screw ups (most of the time), and it just KILLS my back and hand. Love because once I'm done, the picture looks so fresh and defined and I feel like there's life in the sketch again. It sort of pumps me up to see the result, which is a good thing. If I didn't ink, I promise I'd never ever color anything.
Next Thursday I'm going take the first two civil service tests!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
Am I forgetting anything?
No, I didn't think so.
SLEEEEEEPPPPPzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
- Kysra