Will you lookit that, the world of webcomics has itself another MILESTONE!
Here's to either another 100, or something even bigger n better to take its place! *raises champagne glass*
I'm doing another friends-list cut, this one far more severe than the last. This time I'm afraid it's a matter of trust on my part.
The fact is this: Somehow, exweetie is being made aware of the content of my protected entries. Now, I've brushed it off in the past, and I still don't care whether he knows what's going on in my life, but it galls me that someone is sharing information from my protected journal.
If you've been cut and it hurt your feelings, please find a way to talk to me about it maturely. Angry emails/comments will be ignored and deleted; however, vindictive rails against me elsewhere on the internets will not be given a shit about, so feel free to piss and moan to your heart's content.
I don't care about who it is, really, I just want to get on with my life.
in the General Discussion forum:
BPOI was a very big part of my life for a long time. Here, I felt accepted, appreciated, and cared about. I have made many friends and learned many things, always expected to laugh, cried on more than a few occasions, always appreciated the opinions, the candor, the overall honesty of this group. I'll never forget or regret my time spent here, but that time is now past.
I always hate when people write those big "I'm leaving!" posts on a forum, emotionally wrought over some small quibble or fed up with a larger issue, and I was just going slip away quietly. I suppose as my last existing post was over a year ago I already had. But as I was here gathering up some things I had written during my stay, I realized that there are many more of you who have been part of my life than those I'm currently in contact with, and I feel I owe it to you as well to have a little closure.
I can't just walk away without saying Thank You. For listening, talking, accepting me. For your opinions and attitudes, maturity, caring; your honesty, your candor, your humour, your warmth. I wish every one of you well in whatever life has to offer.
For any who wish to keep in touch or just say Hello, I can be found at http://szara.livejournal.com. Until then, adieu!
Comments are welcome, especially by members, but will be screened just because I'd like to read them first.
Within the next few days I'll be trimming down my friends lists (LJ, MSN) to the people I've interacted with personally in the last few months, or I have personal reasons for keeping up with through LJ/IM/whatever. If you're still interested in being on mine and I've cut you, just leave me a comment and let me know, it's not likely there was any great awful reason for removing you.
- Tags:friends, lj, to_do
- Music:Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
For years I've remembered seeing a show on TV in a hotel room in the States, in the late '80s, but haven't been able to figure out where it came from. Maybe somebody can help me?
A woman, a young boy and a young girl are on vacation at a beach house. The girl is the woman's daughter; the boy is just a friend who came on the trip along with them. The boy is rather afraid of the water, but every day the girl dives headfirst into the waves, cheerfully begging the boy to join her, showing him how easy it is. Finally, their last day at the beach arrives, and the mother tells them to get ready to go. "Just one more swim!" cries the girl, and dives into the waves again. She never comes out.
Cut to 20 years later. The boy, now a grown man, returns to the beach. He looks out at the water, and sees a fisherman's boat coming in. The fisherman has something caught in his nets, a mass of wavy blonde hair. The fisherman lands on the beach and says to the boy, confused, "But nobody's drowned here in..." "Twenty years," says the boy.
There's also something to do with a sandcastle, which we see the boy building when the girl disappears into the waves, and seems to be still there when he returns in the future, to be finally washed away with the discovery of the girl's body.
I remember asking someone about this at one point and being told offhandedly, "Oh, sounds like 'The Twilight Zone'," which I simply accepted as fact and planned to look up someday. It's vaguely bothered me ever since, and I haven't been able to find it in TZ plot descriptions.
Surely someone out there in LJ-land has seen this little bit of television-ness and can enlighten me? I'm really and truly curious.
Half lemon juice, half water. Spray it where the ants are. They go away. (Mostly. And it's only been a few minutes, they might come back.)
ETA: A few hours later, I still see the odd straggler, and they're massing about on the floor and by the side of the printer, but no longer on my desk where they were streaming through thick and dark. Yay!
I've been overrun by little black ants. They started out in the bathroom, but now they're in the living room as well, encraoching closer and closer to my regular spot for sitting and putting together stuff, in front of the couch.
Lucky for me these aren't biters, but...yeesh. I've got "psychosomatic crawly syndrome" just at the thought of these things everywhere, the thought of them crawling all over me. *shudders*
Put out ant poison (in the bathroom so the cats can't get at it), but it apparently takes a few days to work. I'd love suggestions on substances that are cat-friendly but ant-fatal, that I can put out in the living room and kill the buggers right quick. Please?
- Location:living room
- Music:M*A*S*H 4-4: The Late Captain Pierce
Yeah, don't forget about turning your clocks forward one hour this morning*. Could screw you up otherwise.
(Hooray, my microwave finally tells me the right time! I never got around to changing it last time around....)
*Not valid for residents of Saskatchewan, Arizona, and anywhere else that doesn't participate in DST.
So apparently there was a lot going on in his life that I didn't know about.http://shadynights.livejournal.com/14350.html
This explains so much...but nothing of what I was aware of at the time.
I just want none of this to ever have happened.
I was completely clueless...because he never gave me a clue. What the fuck happened?
And since when is Nightshade his bestest best friend in the whole wide world, to whom he tells every little tiny detail of everything??
I had NO CLUE any of this was going on. Not because I didn't want to hear it...but because HE DIDN"T TELL ME!
And no, I never intended to publicize all this shit the way it's been done, but hey, he wasn't talking and I needed support.
I DON"T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!
OH, and I was NEVER some fucking frail leaf that had to be handled with kid gloves. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I'm a GROWN woman and though I've been through some shit and sometimes REACT with EMOTION, I can stand on my own fucking two feet. FUCK!
I'm still in shock right now, and will keep adding to this post throughout the day.
I never told anybody to "take sides", in fact I insisted that he not be thought badly of for this.
And you knwo what? It would have been AWFUL for me to have insisted that he stay in the marriage, but I had no idea that things were bad...at all. He made one attempt to end it, one time, and then retracted it and begged my forgiveness before I even recieved the letter in the mail.
And again, NONE of this would be even in the least bit shared with anyone if he'd been up front with ME from the VERY BEGINNING. It IS no one else's business...but he's made it so by not communicating with me.
Very often, when I open up Trillian (my IM client), it freezes up as it's loading. Very often, as this is happening, several people poke me all at once, adding to the freezing and long load time.
Please keep this in mind if I've just signed in and seem to be ignoring you. I'm not. I am, in fact, yelling at Herman to hurry up and un-freeze, and at the people IMing me to hold on just a sec, I'm coming, even as they're thinking themselves ignored and signing off in a huff.
Seriously. I'd change it if I could.
It's DANG COLD in here. And I've got on thick socks, 3 layers of shirts/sweaters, and thick jeans.
Add to that the trouble I had getting to sleep last night (4 am, I think it was, when I finally dozed off), and then when I DID sleep, I had this dream that I was down south visiting exweetie when he chose to break it off with me ~ but still wanted to have a great vacation, driving and seeing things and acting like nothing was wrong.
It was really quite awful.
2 more hours till lunch, then I can go take a nap. How time seems to fly when I'm not paying attention, yet crawls interminably when it matters....
"When I realized that I might be gay, I didn't rule out men. But if I'm gonna be with a guy, I'm not gonna be with some aggressive, macho, male pig who has different standards of behaviour for himself than he does for me."
I got a letter today. It wasn't a very good letter. It was followed by shock, a lot of wailing and incredulity, and a long phone call to confirm what was going on.
We're getting divorced.
The first person to say "I told you so" gets drop-kicked off the face of the earth.  You may have a valid point, you may feel entirely justified, you may even be right, but it's the last thing I need to hear right now, honestly. What's done is done, I need to move on from here without beating myself up.[/edit]
We're still in contact, it would kill me not to have that at least. I don't hate him and don't want anyone else to, either. He's got his reasons, and whether I agree with him or not, I won't try to make him feel something he doesn't.
Right now I'm hurting more than I ever thought possible, but the numbness is starting to set in. I hope that'll last for awhile. I know I can survive, I just can't see past the immediate ...NOW, right now.
I just want to go to sleep, a dreamless sleep, and wake up when everything's over. No more memories, no more hurt, nothing.
 Yes, I was pissed that I got a letter, but we've got that sorted out, it's behind us at this point and we're moving forward from here.
I went up to the mailbox today, something I almost never do. On my way back, I glanced at the neighbour's yard ~ the same yard where Szara met her end ~ and saw something I'd hoped I'd never see again.
I won't go into details, but again, there wasn't much left. What there was, was black. None of my cats are black. In fact, the only black cat in the neighbourhood that I can think of belongs to...
The woman who walked past Szara's remains twice that morning and never said a word to me.
My gut reaction, I'm ashamed to say, was to simply walk away, as she had. That feeling didn't last long. Why should I be so cruel to her? What if someone else came along and took care of it before she got home from work ~ she'd never know what happened to her beloved Jackie. She hurt me, sure, but that's no reason to do the same.
First thing I did, after letting bossmom know why I wouldn't be back in right away, was to find Mambo. First of all, when I wasn't actually looking at the black fur that remained, my imagination painted it a wet, dark gray, the way Mambo's gets when he's grooming ~ I had to make sure he was alright. Mom reassured me that she'd seen him catapulting from the tree out front not five minutes before, and she would have heard something...but we still wanted to be sure.
It was a "one time in ten" day: I circled the block twice, calling, mewing, zipping his little mouse, to no avail; and when I reached the front yard the second time, there he came trotting towards me, wanting to know where I'd been. I grabbed him up and gave him such a squeeze. He's an indoor cat now, for good, but for leash walks. He'll have to be indoors-only anyway, when we move.
And then the hard part. I took two garbage bags and gathered up what was left, tying them loosely in case she'd want to check. I've just come in to write her a note, since I don't know when she'll be home from work, to let her know what happened. It'll be up to her where to go from there.
Nice as it was to have a "gaming phone" that did more, it just didn't cut it for what I wanted it to do. Turns out the OS was from 2004 and un-upgradeable, and 3MB memory really isn't all that much. Hey, I'm new at this phone-as-a-computer thing.
So I took it back and got a Nokia 6670 instead.( Look at the pretty pictures!Collapse )
Got eReader to work, no problem. With plenty, PLENTY, of memory to store books, also. This thing will be getting lots of use for a loooong time to come.
And yes, I'm still calling this one Nate.