Personal Rambling: 2005 Archives

It is 10pm on New Year's Eve and I want to go to bed.

I just got very depressed and ran from the room and howled in despair when Mr. Kallisti chased after me with a bottle of sparkling wine. "I'm sorry!" I wailed. Sorry that I no longer lived the rock and roll lifestyle. Sorry that I couldn't even stay up til Midnight on NYE to have a glass of sparkling wine in a pink rose encrusted goblet from the Madonna Inn. "I swear, I used to drink a lot! And every night, all night!" I wept. "I could shoot vomit from across the room and still hit the toilet!" I cried, burying my face into his shoulder. "It barely made a splash outside the bowl..." my voice trailed off.

Sigh. That was over ten years ago now. I'd left like Cinderella from the ball, hailing a cab outside a friend's apartment in the Castro to get home before the vomit flew. I'd made a vow as a teenager to never let your friends see you hurl. After sixteen candy flavored jello shots and half of a log of port wine cheese in the shape of a venus de villendorf I was certain it was coming. Liz, remember that party? I think that was the Gorey party at Autumn & John's, circa 1994.

After my sob fest I had the Mr. pour me some of that sparklin' wine. I'm having about 4 oz. before I go to bed. Fuck it. I've had my rock and roll. Now I get to be happy.

I was sitting here absorbing the internet and I hear this noise and think "wow, that plane sounds awful close." like it is landing on the roof. And then realise it is just the rain!

Man. We don't get real weather very often. Oh boy! I think we probably won't be going out today.

They finally released BBC's "Love in a Cold Cimate" on dvd and it arrived yesterday. Perfect day to cuddle with it.

Ack! Biscuit just stuck his tongue right in my mouth! Three times! ♥

♥ Giant box of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM winging its way from Japan from Celga!
♥ Two large packages have left the Blastmilk premises to their new owners. Buh-bye!
♥ Box of Liebchen LOVE winging its way from Fancyboots this week!
♠ Everything else M.I.A. Teehee.
♥ Started thinking of names for F16 girl. OMG.
♠ Have had PMS of doom making this week very hard to enjoy despite my true happiness. WTF!?!?
♠ Work moved to new offices which isn't helping.
♥ OMG, Liebchen! Can't wait. She'll be my Christmas Fairy... and with a name like Merry Wink who would have expected less?
♥ Expecting phat raise in the new year. Woo!
♠ Snow White & Pink Poodle Momokos have been delayed til March/April. Boo.
♥ So I ordered Wonderland Annz.

1. 6am: wake up
2. dye hair w/o applicator bottle o_o
3. write this silly list
4. be run over by crazy puffy tailed biscuit who has a burr in his but, clearly.
5. rinse hair and shower
6. take peektures of rhiannon's lovely soah that I stayed up til midnight painting as soon as there is enough light. EDIT:: YAYAYAY, she liked her!
7. get together last of the shipping from all the selling I've been doing and box it up. EDIT: will have to be boxed up at work :/
8. 9am: Podiatrist appointment for that 1" square area on the pad of my right foot that hurts like a f@#@%#r and has for a week so even though my hip feels better I am limping. hope I don't get stabbed with anything and that it is not cancer EDIT: I probably have the tiniest fracture in the tiniest bone in the big toe pad of my foot, very common with people with circus freak feet like mine apparently.
9. 10:30am: arrive to work late with too much to do such as:
   • ADD: stock option meeting. oh boy, we've been HERE before. DOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
   • meet with lovely operations manager about all new letterhead, envelopes, biz cards etc due to impending office move
   • [misc software product one] Datasheet tweaking and readying for printer
   • ADD: eat bowl of yummy beans for lunch
   • [misc software product one] Webpage updated to match the new fancy datasheet collateral
   • [misc software product two] Print ad finalization and sent off to trade publication
   • STILL WORKING ON: turn datasheet flyer for [misc software product two] from two page (just printed last month) to four page
   • OOPS: start basic layout for [misc professional services] collateral
   • coordinate company christmas card design (art being done by David--SWAK!) and printing and mailing
   • finalize design and creation of [misc software product two] landing pages for banner ad campaign
   • run general updates, article additions, job postings etc on the website
   • try really hard to care about SEO EDIT: do two seconds of random thought count?
   • box up and ship sold items and answer ebay questions
   • drop packages off at post office
10. WHATEVER O'CLOCK: go home EDIT: 7pm. UGH!
11. pack for LA
12. pack dorries for LA and OMG make final decisions on outfits etc
13. update the Absinthe Buyer's Guide with new brands
14. make/eat dinner EDIT: getting Indian take out. yay!
15. clean up house and dolly table as I've been painting and doing commissions for weeks so haven't put ANYTHING away and there are boxes of dolly clothes all over the living room and my house is a MESS and very small. mew.
16. make list for lovely laura who is going to be taking care of my needy kitties while we are away
17. ADD: change catbox
18. ADD: add all the various people's cell #'s to my addy book
19. ADD: Oh uh. Draw my FCS face! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! EDIT:Phhhbbbbbbt! Going to have to do in hotel. Or just tell them to do Sasha face w/ pointy little evil brows. Teehee!

20. sleep eventually
    

Ever hear a Kallisti's blood curdling scream? Well, Mr. Kallisti did when I got this in the mail today...

There's a reason they don't actually put "20 Year High School Reunion"... so they are not liable for my coronary. Someone, fan me!

And then there's this:

Mr. Kallisti: "Kallisti, a porn room and "Slerpis at home".
Now I really do have everything I need."

Everyone say Happy Birthday! He's 37 on Saturday... now we're off to Tahoe in the morning. I want mountains, a pedicure and thou. Oh, and maybe all you can eat crab at the buffet. Mmmmmm!!!

Feelin' the love when David & Peter drunk dialed us from a Chateau in Pontarlier, France. Woo. Actually had an "I love you, man" moment.

Peter says my namesake, Chloé Kallisté, is thriving at 2 years, 4 months! Aw!

It is moments like these that I curse my fear of flying. Damn, damn, damn.

I love you guys!!!

M'kay, we're off to run errands and get some Popeye's Fried Chicken™

OMG. Weekends are so awesome. I've been singing happy saturday songs all morning (very off key, of course).

We went and saw Oliver Twist last night. And it was brilliant. BRILLIANT, I say...

The murder of Nancy is a pivotal moment in English literature. Gah, Dickens is a god. And Polanski surely does him justice.

And on that note, something I've been meaning to share: Mr. Kallisti loves me so much he mounted this old magazine cross-promotional bit on hotdogs and the Broadway production of Oliver! a few months ago. Two great tastes that taste great together!

Note the red & yellow thumbtacks. Aw!

And Biscuit caught sleeping in my MSD clothing box. My bad for leaving the lid off, I guess! But you get the picture about what a small kitty he is.

We're cleaning the house, getting ready for the Halloween decorations that will be going up tomorrow. The nephews are coming over to help, fun will be had by all! Oh boy.

Also, I've pre-ordered Liebchen. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Diep, I can't wait to see her.

Ok. So. Went to The City the other day to do a wee bit o' random downtown shopping and accidentally ran into The Stripper, er... Love Parade.

I'm sorry, I might be a little bit jaded, but the Stripper, er... Love Parade totally gets The Hand from me. After years of Mardi Gras in New Orleans, regular parades, even by half naked techno raver chicks, really suck. Even on a good day, that was one of the lamest parades ever.

I grabbed Mr. Kallisti by the collar and stomped off. Wasn't havin' none of it. No sir. If he wants to see a parade, we can go go to Mardi Gras next year.

DAMMINT.

Contrary to many reports, the French Quarter remains undamaged by flooding. The streets are dry and damage to the 18th and 19th century buildings appears to be minimal. Heavily pierced French Quarter denizens are emerging slowly, almost groggily, and some are looking to evacuate. One woman, wearing a black lace slip and fanning herself with a souvenir fan from a production of "Les Miserables," makes her way toward the Superdome, carrying no luggage.

Salon, as usual.

And all those and theirs that I love desperately.

Happy Anniversary to Us!

30 seconds after a Kenny Rogers look-a-like pronounced us Man & Wife: 10am, August 4th, 2003

(and yes, I'm wearing a blinking dime store heart necklace. he gave it to me on our second date. mew!)

Check out our goofy weddin' album. If you're sick of seeing it and how grossly happy we are, please ignore :p

Must needs post a picture later, but Mr. Kallisti gave me the matching diamond studded wedding band to go with my emerald. It is beautiful, and I cried. A lot.

I keep thinking it can't get any better, and every day it does.

So grateful.

And next week... the 28th Anniversary of Elvis' death and my 37th Birthday! *falls over*

I've been tagged by Anika!

List 5 reasons you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud of how big a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the same.

1. I love Shirley Temple movies. They make me cry. I'd also mention my Hayley Mills fetish, but I don't happen to think that is dorky. Hayley is way cool.

2. I just forgot how old I was. 36? 37? OMG! I really can't remember. I have to do the math. Holy crap. I'll be 37 in two-ish weeks. Right?

3. I was going to mention my age in reference to the fact that I like to do crafts and housework in a pink froofy petticoat.

4. I am very particular about my sponges. There are three stages to the life of a sponge: 1) brand spankin' new out of the package are used for dishes 2) gettin' grodey (dork word) are used to clean the stove and 3) toilet sponge. There are very specific signs of decay that are evident when a sponge must be demoted to the next level.

5. I used to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night in HS with a friend to go eat CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES (pic of some other dork) at the iHOP around the corner from our house. We had to split an order.

PLEASE STEAL THIS MEME!

We weighed Pekoe yesterday. TWENTY-TWO POUNDS OF KITTY. He is one big cat. So fluffy though.

I wanted to finish the peekture projekt this weekend, but had the pms weekend of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. I couldn't get anything done. However, I did have a few left over that I hadn't posted from last weekend.

Babyjane had requested a close-up of my face-up supplies, and someone else of my work area. Lucky them it was all out as I was redoing Ondine all week.

So. A close-up of the work area mid-face-up. The only thing missing is the piece of paper I scribble chalks on to dab my brushes in for blushing. Here's what it looks like tidy. And then just for kicks a close-up of Oriettacat's Bad Fairy doll in her fairy cage. And a little miracle. My uncle got all excited recently when he was rummaging around in one of his kitchen drawer. He has my grandmother's house, and traditionally the bottom drawer closest to the floor was my toy drawer. Well, he found that little dirty 2" doll way in the back. Still in one of the earliest examples of Kallisti Kouture. Ah, treasures.

And Lyssa wanted to see my ginormous dvd collection. Here's the large chunk of it that is not in storage:

And, as always, there were a few requests of Biscuit. Just to put it in perspective, Biscuit (who is one year old now!) is about 7.5lbs. Pekoe is 22lbs. And Biscuit kicks his ass!

That last one with my favoritest thing in the planet, Mr. Kallisti in a rare appearance. Biscuit is quite the Papa's boy, they love eachother.

So. I'm probably down to dolly pix. A couple people asked for bedtime pix and the girls don't have a bed, and don't really have proper nighties. But I'll come up with something!

This is going to be the longest post in the world. And it is only the first half!

Spent yesterday running around with a camera. Sorry these are not quite in order. I'm too disorganized for that :/ Please click on thumbnails for nice big peektures.

1) Took Mr. Kallisti to doctor early this morning for hand strain
2) It started pouring rain
3) I'd really like to curl up with a nice heating pad, some ice cream, and a weepy movie

Sorry lovies! Also, Mr. Kallisti just brought me home the Venus Vibrance. Hahahah! It makes us laugh.

Dittie for the Day: The monthly cycle is the cycle of my life.

Mr. Kallisti made this last night. It's an "in joke" but you'll still get the special feelin's...

My brother has been cleaning out his garage, and we've been cleaning out ours. So I don't know how he got me to take home 4 crates of old family photos and memorabilia, but I did it. I'm a sucker for family pix and history.

OMG but there was a lot of stuff. Most of it I'd never seen or been aware of. Had no idea it existed.

Here are some gems:

Mama at Kansas State or County Fair, circa 1956. Ride 'em!

Christmas 1969. Oh boy! Got my favorite toy! Cigarettes! I just quit three years ago. Check out that shag rug, baby! Bloo!

Me=My grampa Mel. Playing college football. With "that commie's brother." Teehee. Different times. Different times...

I am not kidding.

Mr. Kallisti brought home a book, a scary book, from the free book exchange. One of those creepy seventies books on breast feeding, filled with topless mothers, the glistening dewdrop of baby spittle gleaming on their engorged nipples.

And there's this section, called "sex & breastfeeding." It is so wrong! A picture of mother and child breastfeeding, while daddy anxiously awaits his turn. The seventies were so creepy. Blythe notwithstanding, there is no good in romanticising the seventies.

But yeah, in a paragraph describing the involuntary squirting of milk during sexual arousal describes how damp and hot your body gets. Mr. Kallisti quipped about "the bog of lust" and I nearly fell out of my chair.

There. That is all.

See what happens when Mr. Kallisti goes through the ole photo bucket!?!?

6th Grade. *cough*

Jon & Marjorie

Notes written on the back: Marjorie & Jon

Teeeheee. It didn't work out between me and Jon. Hahahaa!

And Thanksgiving dinner. That is my dad with the whipped cream can, and my brother with some large implement sticking out of his head. Circa, um... 1978?

So much love.

I promised someone awhile back a pic of me having been attacked by a curling iron. I WAS TWELVE. It was 1980.

I've had the same postman for years. One day he caught me leaving the house and we struck up a conversation as he was curious what all these hobby boxes were coming from Japan. I explained, in brief, what I was buying and he said he built model trains and so also had a steady stream of hobby boxes delivered. Over the years we've mentioned them in passing, then finally this last Christmas he left a couple real live snaps in our mailbox. They were awesome and lovely and we put them in our photo box.

Just now Mr. Kallisti was going through the photo box sorting when he ran across them and said "Did you realize? This is the corner of Hope and Despair?"

No. No I hadn't. Surprises from all corners. I give you, ladies and gentlemen, Eric the Postman's model train snap.

RE: Dolly Nazis! For clarification and varying opinions, please read the comments to my LJ feed of this blog.

(LJ users can of course ignore this. You've seen it already. Or not! A lot has been added. The controversy rages.)

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks? Fuck Off!

If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you are the cops it ain't anarchy

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
Teachers, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think?

Dead Kennedys Nazi Punks Fuck Off, 1981

Wow. People sure are dumb.

And this is never ok. And yes, even despite the sexy hotpants, and the fact that the holocaust happened "a long time ago." *rolls eyes*

Mr. Kallisti came in from the garage cleaning project the other day, all excited because he'd found my High School scrapbook. It is quite a relic. Most of the stuff was put in when I was about 15-16, and then I added a bunch of music clippings from the late eighties, hence all the sugarcubes scraps. In any case, I know several of my freeeends who will get a kick out of this!

My favorite is my topless new wave fairy drawing (bad hands!) that is completely coffee splattered and cornered by a newsclipping of my friends burning the flag on campus. Sigh. Those were the days.

(clicky to go to scrapbook gallery!)

Concert meme lifted from Paul, the uber cool.

* take the ones from my list that you have seen, and post them in your own LJ.
* add more until you have 25.
* bold the ones you add.

Adam and the Ants (x3)
Bongwater (x3)
Dead Can Dance
Happy Mondays (X1)
Gene Loves Jezebel
Nina Hagen
Robyn Hitchcock (x23847)
Killer Pussy
Cyndi Lauper
Love & Rockets
Lene Lovich
Oingo Boingo
Siouxsie (x3)
That Petrol Emotion
The Butthole Surfers (X2)
The Cramps (X2)
The Damned (x2)
The Dead Kennedys (X2)
The Church (x4)
The Knitters
The Ophelias (a lot)
The Pogues (x4)
The Ramones (x5)
The Stranglers
The Sugar Cubes (x2)
Throwing Muses (x3)

Infinite Cat. Start at #1.

Bonzai Car Crash.

New pic added to the me gallery: yes, that is a Sanrio Twin Stars hair barrette, baby. Circa, um... 1976. About the same time I was watching this.

Wow. Nearly the same haircut I have now. Whoda thunkit? One of the better poodle cuts I was subjected to as a child. I'm tellin' yah, the world is much more curls friendly than it was in the IRON IT FLAT seventies. Sheesh. No wonder I went all punk rock and shaved it off at fourteen. Yip.

And found this... a sketch I did of an old cow skull. Anno Domina 1991. Neato.

And her loverly Volks Project:

Dear Volks,

Musume sunshine,
my only sunshine.
She makes me happy
when skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear
how much I love her.
O, please don't take
my Volks dolls away.

Love,
Becky Alice of California

Tearful rant for the evening:

"We storm in there with our McDonald's hamburgers and our heat-seeking moisture missles and we say 'have a bite of democracy! we know you want it, c'mon! eat it! eat it!' Meanwhile we've disturbed a nest of fire ants and we don't know what the fuck to do with it. We're the big ugly American country. How embarrassing!" Tears streaming down my face I turn to kitty and say, "Biscuit, your mama is a bleeding heart liberal!" in my best Sissy Spacek accent.

Hormones much?

It didn't help that in the middle of the final episode of "Island at War" I had been watching just prior to this outburst, Mr. Kallisti informed me that Hunter S. Thompson has killed himself.

I feel so devastated.

HE WOULDA KICKED YOUR ASSES FUCKERS.

That is all I can think. Meanwhile, I've gone from looking like Clara Bow (fresh cut and dye today) to Carol Burnett as Miss Hannigan... pretty, pretty?

1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:10 a.m.
2. Diamonds or pearls? Mmmm. Pearls.
3. What was the last film you saw at the Cinema? Took the nephews to see The Incredibles last week, which I really loved. Made me want to buy and furnish My Dream 50's Ranch House. But the movie "Parents" did that too. Wicked.
4. What is your favourite TV show? Twin Peaks and X-Files in equal measure. Oh, and um... Eastenders. EEeeeeeeeeeeee!
5. What did you have for breakfast? Blueberry Morning cereal.
6. What is your middle name? Alice
7. What is your favourite cuisine? Indian and Thai and Chinese and Japanese. But I think Indian gives me the most food orgasms.
8. What foods do you dislike? Brains.
9. What kind of car do you drive? 1993 Red Ford Festiva that Mr. Kallisti made little devil horns for the roof. Vrooooooooom!
10. Favourite Sandwich? Hot Coppa and Provolone on sourdough with everything. I could eat those everyday.
11. What characteristic do you despise? Nastiness
12. Favourite item of clothing? Same as Anika, my glasses. I've been wearing the same pair for four years now. I'll die when they disintegrate and they're already 50 years old.
13. If you could go anywhere in the world for a holiday where would you go? Europe.
14. What colour is your bathroom? Um, rental "navajo white." Bleh!
15. Favourite brand of clothing? Um, I dunno. Phat girls don't get to wear brands. *mad face*
16. Where would you like to retire to? New Orleans. Sigh...
17. Favourite time of the day? Dinner time! I love to cook.
18. What was your most memorable birthday? Um, yeah. All I remember is pouring Jegermeister all over my roommate's vinyl pants and then licking it off. He was still in my bed the next morning. D'oh!
19. Where you were born? Oakland, CA
20. Favourite sport to watch? Iron Chef
21. Who do you least expect to send this back? um, most of my friends?
22. Person you expect to send it back first? der
23. What fabric detergent do you use? Anything but Tide. Tide makes me itch.
24 Pepsi or Coke? Coke until I started drinking diet soda, Diet Pepsi tastes better.
25. Are you a morning person or a night owl? definately both.
26. What is your shoe size? 8
27. Do you have any pets? 3 kitties: Zman, Pekoe & Baby Biscuit
28. Any new exciting news you'd like to share with your family and friends? We're looking into buying a house. A crappy shack that will cost us millions, but at least it will be ours.
29. What did you want to be when you were little? First a marine biologist. I loved the sea creatures. I used to check out "Song of the Humpback Whale" from the library when I was eight and listen to it for days. Then I wanted to be an artist, and then I gave up. Right now I'm everything I ever wanted. Weeeeeeeeeeee!

Stress positions indeed. A nice fresh tidbit from Abu Ghraib.

One Army guard, Sgt. Jeffery Frost, said the prisoner's arms were stretched behind him in a way he had never before seen. Frost told investigators he was surprised al-Jamadi's arms "didn't pop out of their sockets," according to a summary of his interview.

Frost and other guards had been summoned to reposition al-Jamadi, who an interrogator said was not cooperating. As the guards released the shackles and lowered al-Jamadi, blood gushed from his mouth "as if a faucet had been turned on," according to the interview summary.

and...

Dr. Vincent Iacopino, director of research for Physicians for Human Rights, called the hyper-extension of the arms behind the back "clear and simple torture." The European Court of Human Rights found Turkey guilty of torture in 1996 in a case of Palestinian hanging _ a technique Iacopino said is used worldwide but named for its alleged use by Israel in the Palestinian territories.

and...

There, the interrogator instructed guards to attach shackles from the prisoner's handcuffs to a barred window. That would let al-Jamadi stand without pain, but if he tried to lower himself, his arms would be stretched above and behind him.

The documents do not make clear what happened after guards left. After about a half-hour, the interrogator called for the guards to reposition the prisoner, who was slouching with his arms stretched behind him.

The interrogator told guards that al-Jamadi was "playing possum" _ faking it _ and then watched as guards struggled to get him on his feet. But the guards realized it was useless.

Um. Wow. A very ancient and popular method of torture even, of course, employed by the Inquisition (just to name drop). I've been wondering what the "stress positions" term meant in all the talk about Abu Ghraib. Well, now we know. In Renaissance Rome the victim would be hauled up buy their wrists behind their back to a great height and occasionally dropped, thus ripping the shoulders out of the sockets. But just hanging in this position can dislocate the shoulders, compress the chest and cause suffocation, or "blood [to] gushed from his mouth 'as if a faucet had been turned on.'"

LISTEN UP SHEEPLE, YOU'VE DRUNK THE KOOL-AID!

This is just a small rash caused by dodo apologists who keep maintaining that what happened wasn't really torture. Ya'll make me itch.

:P

Bloomberg, who has said he personally favors same-sex marriage, announced over the weekend that he would challenge the ruling of a judge in Manhattan earlier this month that gay couples have the right to marry under the state's Constitution. Bloomberg has said he believes New York state law forbids the practice.

Newsom said he did not want to pick a fight with the mayor of the nation's largest city, but he said he was stunned by Bloomberg's decision to appeal.

"I think if you believe something, you've got to act on it,'' the San Francisco mayor said. "If you don't believe in it, don't act on it. But don't say you believe something and then do everything to stifle that belief."

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2005/02/11/MNGBCB9K7F1.DTL

"Well, if you want to talk about tradition being codified in this country, tradition was codified in the (1857) Dred Scott decision by the U.S. Supreme Court to deny blacks citizenship," Newsom said. "That was tradition. It was wrong. ...

"So when Mayor Bloomberg or others say it's tradition -- marriage between a man and a woman -- I harken back to those days where the tradition was challenged because it was the right thing to do, and I wish that the mayor (of New York City) would challenge the tradition of bigotry as it relates to same-sex marriages. I think that would be courageous."

Ya know, if Newsom's actions cost us the election last fall, so be it. I was so proud to be a San Franciscan that the rest of the country can go fuck itself.

Half my family is gay (and black for that matter). Two of them celebrated their 25 year anniversary in New Orleans last year. I have friends closer than family that stood in those lines at the courthouse. These are my people. And if I didn't like dick so much I'd be gay too.

I used to be so cynical, but Mr. Kallisti changed all that. Marriage matters. A lot. To some of us anyways.

*steps off soapbox*

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(sorry if this has made the rounds already, but it had me wheezing at my desk.)

Happy Mardi Gras! *throws confetti*

♥ Ondine's body is shipping from Celga this week. So excited!
♥ Broke down and bid on Baby the Stars Shine Bright black dress set sans shoes and won for less than my max bid. It was a "bargain"... whatever that is when buying expensive designer dolly clothes.
♠ why are doll eyes so expensive? I am in a quandary, need 12mm & 18mm eyes. I want Antique Rose but that is a bust. I don't like how masterpiece looks but might be ok for tiny Unoa face? I dunno... sigh. So stuck.
♠ feel anxious and fugly today.
♥ am making Mr. Kallisti watch Gormenghast and he's liking it. SO IN LOVE.
♥ Finished Katamari Damacy
♠ Finished Katamari Damacy and I don't know what I'm going to do with all that free time now. Also, fun games are not good for carpel tunnel. OW.
♥ Visited my uncle last night and after telling him about dressing St. Trinian in gramma's ole dolly clothes he gave me her dolly high chair. I used to play with it when I was little but I didn't know she'd made it herself when a teenager. Squeal! Fits Trinian perfectly, must send pictures to lovely Uncle.
♥ Won a bunch of vintage dolly clothes off of ebay
♠ Don't know if they will fit Trinian or the other girls. Crap shoot!
♠ I am totally stuck on my re-design for blastmilk.com v2.0. I've got it totally down, EXCEPT for one element and it is driving me crazy.
♥ Spending Valentine's Day in a suite at the Peppermill in Reno this weekend.
♠ It's only Monday.

Dear Universe,

I needs me some 18mm AR Peach eyes.

Love,
Kallisti

Edit: ♥ I just got my free parking pass for work! They pay for my garage, but had limited passes so I've had to pay out of pocket and get re-imbursed. WOO!

Mr. Kallisti learning Kanjii so he can translate my doll books and websites for me >.< and then spending an hour resizing dollybird patterns on the computer and piecing them together so I won't have to go to Copy Central when I am sick.

*explodes*

♥ Mr. Kallisti buying me a PS2 just so I could play Katamari Damacy. So, now I am playing it all day while sick.
♥ A big tall Powerpuff Girls coffee mug filled with tea (2 bags peppermint, 1 bag valerian root), 2 slices lemon, tablespoon full of apple cinnamon syrup sent from Gramma in Kansas = happy throat!
♥ Mr. Kallisti buying me crates of sick supplies, including a gallon of sugar free pistachio ice cream that ROCKS.
♥ St. Trinian.
♥ Imai outfit from Aimee. Yay, I helped her go to Japan. Yay!
♥ my very naughty kitten. naughty!

...um, I know there's more.

I've sold FeeVerte.net for a tidy sum to a dear friend at Oxygenee.com. I can't believe I've really done it!

I'm so relieved. I've been running the site for nearly eight years, and the past couple years have been grueling since my heart just wasn't in it anymore. Due to drama, politics, betrayal and heartbreak, I've just had it all squashed out of me. And I've found someone I believe will maintain the core integrity of the site, who is a lovely friend, very supportive and honorable.

I've agreed to stay on for six months to maintain and integrate his site with mine. Eventually he may add a bit of commercial interest, but I know it won't be evil. It will be an honest endeavor. Mr. Kallisti and I will also be staying on as moderator admins.

I am sad too. Without the site, the friends I've made, my life wouldn't be the same. This is where/how I met Mr. Kallisti! I've been mentioned in books and articles, and have friendships forged all over the world now. But I've lost some friendships too. And some have lost me...

My sadness since I began this process a month ago has been profound. But you know when you reach the end. You just know. I feel so grateful that someone was there to take over from me.

I've just posted to the inner forum, we eagerly await the reaction. It will go public this afternoon.

I think I'm going to cry.

p.s. look for blastmilk.com part II in the coming months, in which I consolidate much of my online material into kallisti's wee funhouse of severed heads and scary dollies. I'm so happy. *sniff* Really I am.

Stolen from Tamera! And posted only cuz it is so sorry.

How far?
1. Go To Mapquest.com
2. Click on Directions
3. Enter your Current Address and the Address of your Childhood Home (or at least the town if you don't remember the exact address)
4. Put the time and distance in a post like this.
5. Don't forget to repost these directions. (Not the door to door ones)

Total Est. Time: 6 minutes
Total Est. Distance: 2.26 miles

6 minutes!

I swear, I've lived far away most of my adult life (pphhffbt! In San Francisco). It's my brother's fault I moved back. He got me cheap rent! Wah!

And now I'm working 1 block from my High School. Yip!

Me. High School. Badass new wave photo coloring courtesy of Sharon Gore who sent me this picture DECADES later! Cry.

Can I have these two tattooed on my ass? So in love.

Wow, you'd think I was bored at work, but I'm not! I'm crazy bizzy!

I just need to come up for air and post every once in awhile so I don't drown in work. Also, Quark is evil.

I'm surprised there was a debate at all on the Ohio voting irregularities. And even more suprised that my Senator (yes, she is my personal senator), Barbara Boxer, was the lone dissenting vote when the chamber voted 74-1 to uphold Ohio's votes. Go Barb! WOO!

"Our people are dying all over the world ... to bring democracy to the far corners of the world. Let's fix it here," Boxer said.

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