Quite simply, I'm leaving LJ for Blogger, you can find me here: It's MY World (Can't Has, Not Yours)

I like the simplicity of the interface, while allowing for unique customization of each individual blog, the lack of drama (it's quiet, folks, and I like that). Plus, I'm following my baby sister's blog.

So I just lit the filtered end of my cigarette.

I'm posting from the Santa Rosa area of California.

Last night, I went out to a bar with a bunch of B's relatives, and had a BLAST. Got pretty drunk, but drank plenty of water, and it was just ... good to get out.

Wandered around the town today, with my sister, and it was really fun. (I'm going to be feeling it in the morning, though -- my arms are already stiff and sore.

Flying back to Seattle on Monday evening, will be home, like "home" home, on Tuesday, and I plan to just crash out for a couple of days.

Going to California for a couple of days.

Back Monday!

Oh.

God.

Michael Jackson Dead

They were trying to "cast out" the "demon" of homosexuality.

Is it just me, or is that assault?

K, this is just bizarre, and hilarious.

The Ambiguously Lesbian Duo

I'm taking a break from the internet for a day or two, due to my highly unstable emotional state. (It's a medication issue.)

I'll be back on Thursday, though.

I actually did something creative and productive for the first time in, like, forever. The result, crappy as it may be, is located at writing.com, and is titled The Box -- R&R, plz?

It's bedtime, now.

Good... uh, I guess it's morning, now, so, good morning?

The screencap says it all.

And a brilliant response, about halfway down page 1 of the comments:

More paranormal behavior in the Bellingham police logs

Reported: May 8 2009 5:03PM
Location: 500 BLK GRAND AV
Offense: MENTAL PROBLEM
Officer took report from female stating she is being harassed telepathically. Suspect has not successfully been determined to be an actual person.


ETA: Wow, I fucked up the formatting. It's fixed, now, I think.

I just went screaming out of my room -- BIGICKYSPIDER!

Thankfully, Jimmy killified it.

Trouble is, I don't know if there are more of these fuckers hiding out in here...

"Satanic women don't want to gain their strength by castrating men, or by making themselves out as victims. Whether they're providing healing and inspiration to those under their roofs, cracking the whip in corporate circles, managing their own home-based businesses or maneuvering whatever they need to survive, all are applying and increasing their power - not whining about why they don't have any! We don't need "feminism" on our sleeve as our primary identity. We have our identity as Satanists. Satanic women are fierce; fierce defenders of their men, of their children, of their ideas and values." -- From the article Satanic Feminism, first published in The Black Flame vol. 6, #1 & #2 1997

Part of this really stood out to me -- "Whether they're providing healing... or maneuvering whatever they need to survive, all are applying and increasing their power -- not whining about why they don't have any!"

I have one question: What about those of us who are happy with the power we have, and don't feel a need or desire to increase it? What about those of us who are just beginning to explore LaVey's works, and while we heartily agree with the philosophy and lifestyle, just aren't that into "gaining power"? I mean, some people are just fucking content with what they have -- yeah, things could be better, but why dwell on what could be, when you should be enjoying what is -- amirite?

I feel that, honestly, that atheistic Satanism -- a rational, thought-provoking Path -- is the right one for me.

EDIT: It just struck me, that "power" in this context doesn't necessarily mean monetary power or societal power. I am continually learning, continually taking in information, and, as they say, knowledge is power.

This had me *floored*, I was laughing so hard.

<a href="http://www.fstdt.net/QuoteComment.aspx?QID=61678&Page=1">A Fundie Tells The Truth About Heaven</a>

Happy 4-20, everyone!

Mondays. I don't do Mondays at all -- I won't even get out of bed (unless someone's dying).

I look forward to Caturday every week!