May 2, 2003 - B
"Itchy, Twitchy and B*tchy"
On one group (INFJ), we are discussing the difference between mainstream writing and literary writing. In mainstream writing, the protagonist merely reacts to his environments and never learns anything. Whereas, in literature, the protagonist has an internal battle. Their motivations and inner struggles are the focus. In the end, either the protagonist or the reader has an epiphany.
According to this 'intellectual', Lestat falls into mainstream because he never learns anything. He is always just the same 'ol impulsive bad boy. (But that's what we LIKE about him!)
Would my Michael and Sebastian then be 'literary' because they quit their self-indulgent ways and learned responsibility and the importance of family? Somehow, I'm not sure the 'intellectual' would think so.
For one thing, he doesn't like very many female writers. (Yes, dear readers, he's one of THOSE people!) Never fear, the feminist ladies of the group are showing him his pile and putting his nose in it.
It is all so strange. On that group, I am the non-serious funmaker. I can't help it, I love tweaking their noses. But in my personal writings here, I am serious. But, WAIT! I am having FUN doing it, so maybe that means I can't be taken seriously. Oh, and yes, I menstruate. That monthly loss of blood really puts a strain on the brain, you know.
Actually, in my case it is every 25 to 26 days. I am quite 'regular'. Have to be consistent at something, I suppose.
Anyway, I am having fun. You can have 'fun' along with me, or go read the books only college English professors read. I don't know about these intellectuals. I still hold with Royko's theory. If you have fun, the readers will too. On the other hand, bore yourself, and you bore everyone.
I cannot lose, for at least one person is amused!
Anyway, it is all interesting to ponder. I am so many moods, you'll have to like one of them! (That may be something only Yuma readers will understand, unless I explain. There is a radio ad for a local bar which promises 'we treat you so many ways, you'll have to like one of them.')
Have fun, dear readers!
May 2, 2003 - C
"A Ramble With Teeth"
Test.
Sensuous slop of the day.
Why am I like a vampire?
Greedy, want immortality. If I can't f*cking have it, then I want my voice to at least live on.
Why? Because I am greedy, (and I don't f*cking care.)
So I want to SUCK you into my worlds, my head, and keep you all mesmerized, enchanted, and enthralled.
See my teeth. See those lovely sharp points? Do you think words can bite? Just a little 'nip' here, it won't take long, just a 'nip'. You want a sample, don't you? Just one word, you'll want more, won't you?
There, there, that's a nice dear. You like it, don't you? Have some more.
Yes, get hooked!
You come back now. You know I'm always willing to share.
Want another nice kiss?
You can feed me back with praise. I love that, it tastes so good, it goes down my throat so smooth and warm. Yes, feed me some of that. I won't ask for much, just a little. It's so tasty. I appreciate those tender words, yes, so nice. Hmmmmm, so nice!
Ooh, Do you want another sweet kiss? Until then, I'll be waiting . . .
May 3, 2003 - A
"The Morning After The Night Before"
Ah yes, there's a whole lot of weirdness underneath that mask. Really, that knowledge is not new to you if you've been reading for some time. But weird can be fun. And fun is good.
May 3, 2003 - B
"The Evening After The Morning Before"
''X-Men 2''
Julia's done the last of the laundry. We are likely in for the night. A cheery visit with friends in the morning, I will remember next time I don't like the massively sugared iced coffee drinks of Starbuck's and get some thing plain like an Italian soda or a cafe au lait, was followed by getting tickets for X-Men 2.
Before the movie, we ate at the nearby Mandarin Palace. I found myself not so hungry after the tasty apple 'galate' (sp?) earlier. The honey chicken and beef dishes were yummy as always with the clumpy rice, but, my, how the WATERMELON appealed to me. I ate several large wedges.
Then we went back to the theater in hopes of finding a good seat for the one o'clock showing. It was twenty minutes early, and already the theater was filled. The popularity of this movie amazes me. Sometimes Julia and I have gone to find the whole theater almost completely to ourselves.
Other than it is only the second day of its showing, I can only assume there is something about the concept of 'mutants' to which people are attracted. Prehaps more of us than one might suppose thinks of themselves as 'mutant' in some way. Julia and I pondered this out loud. ''Do we know any 'normal' people. Have we EVER known any 'normal' people?''
I scanned through that by now large assemblage, and concluded, ''No, not one 'normal' one in the bunch!'' I don't know who these 'normal' people are. They're somewhere, ruining the outcome of the national surveys and what not. But for all intents and purposes, they could be mythical.
The movie was very involved. Scene went to scene, and I had to keep alert to keep up. A mysterious blue mutant with amazing leap and hop and teleporting abilities attacks the president. I can imagine it was no concidence they chose an actor for the president who so closely resembles our current president. As could be imagined, the reaction is 'strike back'.
From there on, we learn things are a bit more complicated as we learn 'Stryker' (Brian Cox), a former Army commander, wishes to rid the world of mutants. 'Xavier' (Patrick Stewart) must seek assistance from an old foe 'Magneto' (Ian McKellen) for all of mutant-kind to survive. Later, we discover the fate of human-kind also hangs in the balance.
One by one, each of the mutants contribute their rare gifts to battle their foes. A few new ones join the troops in the first movie. Besides the beguiling 'Rogue' (Anna Paquin), 'Wolverine' (Hugh Jackman) and others, the most oddly sympathetic is 'Nightcrawler' (Alan Cumming) a German who really prefers being called Kurt, who has worked in a circus. He turns out to be quite gentle, as he fingers his rosary beads, given totally to his faith. His blue skin, which he has had etched with symbolic designs, his completely pointy teeth and big yellow eyes make an unusually attractive mutant.
He, however, needs to learn some mutant pride, as he asks another blue, albeit scaly, mutant named 'Mystique' (Rebecca Romijn-Stamos), why, since she could shape-shift, didn't she just stay in the shape of a human? Her terse answer that this shouldn't be necessary gave the proper direction.
This able and athletic fun fare made a happy afternoon's viewing. I can only assume there will be an X-Men 3, in which the battle between mutants and 'muggles' will go on.
(Note from the future, August 19, 2006: YES! Of course there is a sequel, X-Men 3: The Last Stand)
May 4, 2003
"Little 'Devils'"
One of the 'little devils'. Don't you see his face?
There! I've outlined it for you!
Capsaicin is very useful, for it is sometimes found in arthritis joint creams, as a natural pain reliever. The Habanero (and other really hot chilies) produce a euphoria a few minutes after they are ingested because they cause the body to secrete endorphins.
Endorphins are the body's own natural pain relievers. The chemical makeup of endorphins is similar to that of the opiates. Yes, folks, we're talking a natural, HEALTHY and LEGAL high!
This may be the best cure for sinus pain, for when I eat foods containing these peppers, my sinuses are cleared out good!
I saw some bright orange peppers at Fry's today, and they intrigued me greatly. Julia told me they were the famed Habenero, and I was still curious. We bought three, which altogether cost only 40 cents. We will get a lot of bang for the buck! One website of a sauce manufacturer claimed that pure habanero peppers were inedible without being processed into a sauce.
They never met Julia or I. Okay, we didn't just bite into it whole. Julia did cut part of one up into tiny 1/4inch (0.64 C) pieces and carefully hid them among large strips of heatless red and yellow bell peppers, under melted cheese on a crisp flat tortilla.
Wow! Was that ever tasty!
May 5, 2003
"No 'Flight' Today"
But I am at the landing station, ready for 'take off', yet unsure of a destination.
That bird outside knows what to sing about. Its twilight songs are varied and no doubt eloquent.
It could 'take off', but for the present he is content to perch in our tree and serenade us sweetly.
I listen to the other random, human caused sounds of the descending night. Slamming doors, accelerating engines, sirens blaring, all are evidence of lives beyond our quiet home.
I would wonder of their lives, and what fills them, and often do.
But for now, the bird has ended its concerts and the crickets have taken over. My mind-flight shall wait for another day.
May 6, 2003
"I Am Waiting"
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I am waiting for the inspiration to come like sweet rain. I am waiting. Thrash the pot, stir the wine, serve the fine cakes. I am waiting. Finest fruit of bean, steaming. Clear and red, the aged grapes chilling. I am waiting.
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May 7, 2003
"Pen In Hand"
It felt good to hold it, with practice I could learn control over fine details. The mandala I created is a bit lop-sided, with none of the perfect symmetry so easily possible with digitally created mandalas.
May 9, 2003
"Ever Resourceful"
Julia, ever resourceful, wants nothing to go to waste. And sometimes things SHOULD go to waste. But the peas are only a couple of days old, so they'll be given another chance.
Tomorrow should be an interesting day. I've learned of a web project called 'May Day' in which all participants are documenting this coming Saturday, TOMORROW, by photographs through out the day. So far, this morning, the count is up to 675 participants.
I've bought new disks for the camera, hopefully the flaky computer will receive them, and soon we will have lots of pictures if all goes well.
Of course, things don't always go well. But I are willing to be flexible.
Miraculously, I have had new inspiration on the story. Vivian is a character that just HAD to come into outside existence. Some may not believe a woman can go seventy years without looking in a mirror, but those of us, mostly women, whose self-esteems have ever once in their lives been low enough, will believe it.
Poor Vivian just can't look at herself in the mirror, for she is ashamed of being a blood drinker. She, however, suspects nothing much further than that. After her beloved Edward disappears on her, she becomes a orphan of the streets. But in the big city, she finds friends who look after 'Crazy Viv', so she survives, somewhat. Nevermind her gothic friends in the velvet and lace and capes DO think she's crazy. They share her odd drinking habits and help her to find donors.
She learns how to exist on tiny sips, never realizing for her friends the 'tiny sips' are sufficient. Her friends are there before her, eating their burgers and fries, yet she doesn't question why these things no longer appeal. Okay, Vivian is 'slow', and maybe she's half earned the title 'Crazy Viv'. Fortunately for her, our noble band of vampires find her and rescue her.
I have ideas, too, for some more chapters in the story, and hopefully these will soon see actualization.
But 'one day at a time' . . .
A happy Friday (or Tuesday, or Sunday, or whatever day it is . . .) to you dear and faithful readers.
