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January 30, 2006
Ninja Dreams and House Moving
(X-posted on LJ; posted here for you noobs who don't read it and are demanding I update.)
Speaking of the Chinese New Year, I was blonked to learn that in fact I am not a Dragon but a Rabbit, according to the actual Chinese calendar, as opposed to the paper place mat you get at Chinese restaurants.
My lofty aspirations to have my house completely moved in and unpacked and set up and beautiful and shiny by Sunday night died... well, died Sunday night. On Thursday night and all day Friday I moved boxes from our old apartment to our new condo. On Saturday, mra, Dougie Fresh, and I moved the heavy furniture. Well, ok, the boys mostly did, as I moved the lighter stuff. Saturday my ankle hurt too badly and I was far too whooped to do anything but head straight to bed. Sunday we cleaned the old place, and by that time I had had it up to *here*. So when I got home at 4 p.m., I washed up and headed out to say a final fairwell to a friend who's moving. When I got home at 7 p.m., I really couldn't focus on anything, let alone drum up enough energy and thought to actually unpack.
So yeah. Lofty.
My goal this week is to make up a shit tonne of To Shin Do I've missed and unpack the rest of my household. I'm going to try and finish up my damn arrangement (the final pieces) so that I can submit it. Maybe this weekend I'll even get around to putting up my damn music webpage.
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I had kick ass dreams last night. The last one is what I remember most, a vivid account of how I was (somehow) an awesome assassin who specialized in vampire and lycan torture and death. Somehow a special government unit who was anti-Vampire and anti-Lycan caught wind of me after years and years of remaining under radar, and scripted me into their services. They sent me on a dumb ass mission with this arrogant jackass who didn't know dick about Lycans and Vampires in the middle of some northern country, like Norway or Sweden or Greenland. The mission was to break into this vampire haven, kill all seven vampires and any associated with them, and leave no trace of it behind. Apparently, these vampires were movers and shakers, and pissed the wrong people off.
So there we were, crouching behind this snow dune as I scope the place out. I note aloud that the sun is about to set and - since the jerk at my side had wasted my time - now was the last perfect opportunity. But he continues to babble, even as I start to move towards the house, and I see six vehicles driving past now. My obviously brilliant and logical deduction that only one remained was confirmed when I actually saw the faces of said vampires driving past.
Note: We had missed our chance because the jackass behind me couldn't tell his ass from a hole in the ground. I was annoyed that I was partnered up with him, but also convinced that they were using this as an excuse to 'get rid of' me, and that the neanderthal at my side would bail sooner rather than later.
I concluded that since it was dusk, the sun was hidden behind the snow-driving clouds, and the windows to their vehicles were super ninja sun-protected, that we had missed our chance for those six. But we'd get the remaining one.
Or it was a trap. That was entirely possible too. But the idea of a trap sent a thrill through me. I knew how to detect traps. And? I loved the idea of a challenge.
Up onto the house I climb, helping said incompetant up the several stories. On the roof, I'm walking silently... and he's clunking around, talking loudly, waving his arms like he just doesn't care. Because explaining my thoughts to him and getting him to understand it would take too much time, I just -do it-. I grab the side of the roof, swing down, and repeatedly slam my feet into the plywood they have covering an upper wall (somehow utilizing a most divine tactic to keep the noise at a minimum and therefore the last vampire from awakening) and eventually smash the plywood through, hopping back up onto the rooftop. There my plan is to listen quietly and await any noises from inside that might indicate the last vampire is awake and waiting.
There aren't noises, but I know he's there, waiting.
This is the part where I tell the guy in sign language that a vampire is waiting, and shake my head to show him 'no, we don't go in. We wait for his ass to come out -here-, where it is open and we know where we stand. Traps inside, better fighting ground outside.'
The baffoon leaps in, and there's no longer any sound. I assume the vampire grabbed him upon entry and drained him dry, although it is now growing impossibly dark, and there is no way for me to peek down and see if this is the case. In the meantime, there is a growing sensual anticipation.
Then my alarm went off. My dream was preferable to the idea of work. Oh well.
Speaking of it, I have to return.
The End.
Posted by Kelli Little at 11:42 AM
January 22, 2006
A Joke
A woman was shopping at her local supermarket where she selected:
A half-gallon of 2% milk,
A carton of eggs,
A quart of orange juice,
A head of romaine lettuce,
A 2 lb. can of coffee,
And a 1 lb. package of bacon.
As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier.
While the cashier was ringing up her purchases, the drunk calmly stated, "You must be single."
The woman was a bit startled by this proclamation, but she was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since she was indeed single. She looked at her six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off the drunk to her marital status.
Curiosity getting the better of her, she said "Well, you know what, you're absolutely correct! . But how on earth did you know that?"
The drunk replied, " 'Cause you're ugly."
Posted by Kelli Little at 11:31 AM | Comments (2)
January 12, 2006
New Photos - Halloween 2005
Just as a heads up, there are new photos posted on my photo page. Yes, I finally got some of Halloween 2005 up. Maybe someday I'll post everything else I've been lagging behind on.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:44 AM
January 03, 2006
FDR: Why'd intelligence in a president have to die with him?
Stolen from a friend's webpage, which you can find at http://www.livejournal.com/~timshel
Posted because I adore FDR for these quotes as well.
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Oh, President Roosevelt! How I adore you, worship you, admire you! FDR, may more of our public servants live up to your example.
"A nation, like a person, has a mind--a mind that must be kept informed and alert, that must know itself, that understands the hopes and needs of its neighbors--all the other nations that live within the narrowing circle of the world."
"We must scrupulously guard the civil rights and civil liberties of all citizens, regardless of their background. We must remember than any oppression, any injustice, any hatred is a wedge designed to attack our civilization."
"It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something."
"I sometimes think that the saving grace of America lies in the fact that the overwhelming majority of Americans are possessed of two great qualities- a sense of humor and a sense of proportion."
"Let us never forget that government is ourselves and not an alien power over us. The ultimate rulers of our democracy are not a President and senators and congressmen and government officials, but the voters of this country. "
"The liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the growth of private power to a point where it comes strong than their democratic state itself. That, in its essence, is fascism - ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or any controlling private power. "
"The only sure bulwark of continuing liberty is a government strong enough to protect the interests of the people, and a people strong enough and well enough informed to maintain its sovereign control over the goverment. "
"I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made."
"Repetition does not convert a lie into a truth"
Posted by Kelli Little at 05:44 PM