Friday, December 31, 2004
HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!
OR, to put it another way:
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2005, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great, (not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country or is the only "AMERICA" in the western hemisphere), and without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith, choice of computer platform or sexual preference of the wishee.
(By accepting this greeting, you are accepting these terms. This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others, and is void where prohibited by law, and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year, or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.)
I'll be at work.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
It's a day off... geesh...
Aside from cleaning the catboxes... thought I'd add to my livejournal.
Personality cocktail
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Name Acronym Generator
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| How to make a Ogersama |
| Ingredients: 5 parts success 5 parts ambition 1 part instinct |
| Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add emotion to taste! Do not overindulge! |
Personality cocktail
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| Ogersama may explode without warning |
| M EXPLOSIVE |
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| O | Omnivorous |
| G | Glorious |
| E | Emotional |
| R | Respectable |
| S | Special |
| A | Accurate |
| M | Masculine |
| A | Altruistic |
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I'd buy CK/one from this guy!
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas, My Friend
Merry Christmas, My Friend
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt
Leatherneck, 1991
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt
Leatherneck, 1991
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
KOBY!
I have a new boy in my life!
We opened presents a little early here at 630 Southgate... and I got a Lil Bratz Boyz named Koby. (My first words were, "You Lil' Perv!) He's got black hair, blue eyes, and is really cute. Problem is that he's four inches tall and plastic. I've dated worse.
Happy Christmas to All! And to all a Good Night!
hugz
Oger
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
all I want for Christmas, part 3,658
Okay... it was inspired by
"The Engrish contained in the pages of this site are real and true examples of flawed English. To the best of our knowledge, none of the images have been doctored in any way (other than to lower the resolution of the images)."
Well... one t-shirt I'd wear would be this:
And, while we're talking about things I'd like to "wear",... uh..
Please, Santa, PLEASE?
I can't LOOK like him, could I HAVE him? Probably not... instead I'll just flirt with the cutie Grocery Store guy. He's wearing a Santa hat this month.... and I'd love to sit on his lap.
Monday, December 20, 2004
November 26, 2003: New York Times Op Ed
You Better Watch Out
By HARVEY FIERSTEIN
According to legend, New York lore and two major Hollywood flicks, Macy's Santa is the real deal. And tomorrow, to the delight of millions of little children (not to mention the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court), the Santa in New York's great parade will be half of a same-sex couple.
And guess who the other half will be? Me! Harvey Fierstein, nice Jewish boy from Bensonhurst, dressed in holiday finery portraying the one and only Mrs. Claus.
Won't America get a kick out of that? But what if Santa really was gay? Could there be a another Mr. Claus? Would those grinches who, as we speak, are fashioning legislation to deny marriage to gay and lesbian Americans make an exception for the jolly old soul? What has Santa ever done except bring joy and gifts to all? Just the sight of his face is enough to bring a smile to the Scroogiest of politicians. Would his gifts of love and goodwill be answered with exclusion and derision?
The answer, history tells us, is "of course." Consider the Americans who have rained nothing but glory on our nation. Think about the magnificent works of Walt Whitman, James Baldwin and Hart Crane. They're just a handful of writers who shaped the American vision and yet could not achieve full citizenship because they were homosexual. How many wedding parties have walked down the aisle to the music of Virgil Thompson, Stephen Sondheim, Jerry Herman or Aaron Copland? Yes, we get to provide the music, but we are not allowed to get married ourselves. The next time you stand, hand on your heart, and sing "America the Beautiful," remind yourself that we owe those towering words to Katharine Lee Bates, a lesbian.
Remind yourself, too, of the Rev. Mychal F. Judge, the fire department chaplain who was killed on September 11. There was hardly a religious leader in our city who did not glorify his name and hold him up as someone to emulate. But remind them that he was a proud and openly gay man and those same moralists will turn their backs in denial.
The unhappy tradition continues today. The Bush administration spends billions spreading freedom abroad while at home it devises legislation to deny equal rights to gays and lesbians. What is it with you people, anyway? Are you so insecure about the way you handle marriage that you're scared gay folk will show you up? Trust me, we will make as much of a mess out of matrimony as you do. Just give us a chance.
In the end all I can say is this: If I really was Santa's life partner, you can believe that he would ask and I would tell about who has been naughty or nice on this issue. Still, as we approach the holiday season I'd like to imagine that fear and bigotry will not prevail in this land. Maybe this holiday season we can toss out some of the intolerance that nests in our hearts and make room for more love and acceptance.
Of course, there will be those who say, Santa Claus lives near Canada and isn't even an American. To them I reply, neither is anyone who would deny a person full citizenship because of whom he or she loves. Besides, we've been looking at a time share on the Cape. Happy holiday and remember to wave to me on my float. I'll be the man in the big red dress.
Harvey Fierstein won the 2003 Tony Award for his performance in "Hairspray."
By HARVEY FIERSTEIN
According to legend, New York lore and two major Hollywood flicks, Macy's Santa is the real deal. And tomorrow, to the delight of millions of little children (not to mention the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court), the Santa in New York's great parade will be half of a same-sex couple.
And guess who the other half will be? Me! Harvey Fierstein, nice Jewish boy from Bensonhurst, dressed in holiday finery portraying the one and only Mrs. Claus.
Won't America get a kick out of that? But what if Santa really was gay? Could there be a another Mr. Claus? Would those grinches who, as we speak, are fashioning legislation to deny marriage to gay and lesbian Americans make an exception for the jolly old soul? What has Santa ever done except bring joy and gifts to all? Just the sight of his face is enough to bring a smile to the Scroogiest of politicians. Would his gifts of love and goodwill be answered with exclusion and derision?
The answer, history tells us, is "of course." Consider the Americans who have rained nothing but glory on our nation. Think about the magnificent works of Walt Whitman, James Baldwin and Hart Crane. They're just a handful of writers who shaped the American vision and yet could not achieve full citizenship because they were homosexual. How many wedding parties have walked down the aisle to the music of Virgil Thompson, Stephen Sondheim, Jerry Herman or Aaron Copland? Yes, we get to provide the music, but we are not allowed to get married ourselves. The next time you stand, hand on your heart, and sing "America the Beautiful," remind yourself that we owe those towering words to Katharine Lee Bates, a lesbian.
Remind yourself, too, of the Rev. Mychal F. Judge, the fire department chaplain who was killed on September 11. There was hardly a religious leader in our city who did not glorify his name and hold him up as someone to emulate. But remind them that he was a proud and openly gay man and those same moralists will turn their backs in denial.
The unhappy tradition continues today. The Bush administration spends billions spreading freedom abroad while at home it devises legislation to deny equal rights to gays and lesbians. What is it with you people, anyway? Are you so insecure about the way you handle marriage that you're scared gay folk will show you up? Trust me, we will make as much of a mess out of matrimony as you do. Just give us a chance.
In the end all I can say is this: If I really was Santa's life partner, you can believe that he would ask and I would tell about who has been naughty or nice on this issue. Still, as we approach the holiday season I'd like to imagine that fear and bigotry will not prevail in this land. Maybe this holiday season we can toss out some of the intolerance that nests in our hearts and make room for more love and acceptance.
Of course, there will be those who say, Santa Claus lives near Canada and isn't even an American. To them I reply, neither is anyone who would deny a person full citizenship because of whom he or she loves. Besides, we've been looking at a time share on the Cape. Happy holiday and remember to wave to me on my float. I'll be the man in the big red dress.
Harvey Fierstein won the 2003 Tony Award for his performance in "Hairspray."
Sunday, December 19, 2004
everything comes in threes
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
Dug
Big Gay Oger
Bonifatius Eburhard
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
Eburhard65
AnkhMrprk
Ogersama
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Wit
Thoughtfulness
Musical Ability
THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Weight
Lack of Romantic Relationship
Rage
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
German
Scot
More German
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
GWB
Stupidity
Ignorance (wait, that’s all GWB)
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
Pop-tarts
Diet Coke
Comfortable shoes
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
Jeans
Socks
Comfy long-sleeved shirt
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists (at the moment)):
Madonna
J. S. Bach
Danny Elfman
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
The Killers: Somebody Told Me
TISM: Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me
John Pizzarelli W Rosemary Clooney & Diana Krall: Brazil
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
Being rich
Owning my own home
Opening a business
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
Communication
Trust
Adventure
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
I was adopted.
My favorite food is sushi.
I can feel the presence of spirits.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
Perseverance through pain
Able to walk in stilettos
Alabaster skin
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE SAME SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
Bright blue eyes
Tight Adonis belt
Quick honest smile
THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
Computers
Medievalism
Music
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
Professor
Author
Counselor
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
Pennsic
Saxony, German
Highlands of Scotland
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Celebrate my 20th year in marriage
Serve in a state-wide office
Experience joy without ceasing
NEW KITTEN PICS
I went to see National Treasure and fell in lust with the quirky sidekick, played by Justin Bartha 
Yeah, he was in Gigli, but everybody makes mistakes. And, well... black hair and blue eyes are my thing.
"While the movie National Treasure suggests that something is on the back of the Declaration of Independence, you've come to the right place to find out what's really on the reverse side of this important document. We are the National Archives. The original Declaration of Independence is on display at our Building in Washington, DC. Please note that only the front side of the Declaration of Independence is on display in the Rotunda for the Charters of Freedom."
Also, psyched about a movie which will open on MY BIRTHDAY!!! whoot!
Where are you Christmas?
Why can't I find you?
Why have you gone away?
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me?
Why can't I hear music play?
My world is changing
I'm rearranging
Does that mean Christmas changes too?
Where are you Christmas?
Do you remember
The one you used to know?
I'm not the same one
See what the time's done
Is that why you have let me go?
Christmas is here
Everywhere, oh
Christmas is here
If you care, oh
If there is love in your heart and your mind
you will feel like Christmas all the time, oh
I feel you Christmas
I know I've found you
You'll never fade away, oh
The joy of Christmas
Stays here inside us
fills each and every heart
With love
Where are you Christmas?
Fill your heart with love
mmhmm...
Cindy Lou Who - Where Are You Christmas?
Friday, December 17, 2004
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But, what does it signify?
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Each winter as the year grows older,
we each grow older too.
The chill sets in a little colder;
the verities we knew
seem shaken and untrue.
When race and class cry out for treason,
when sirens call for war,
They over shout the voice of reason
and scream till we ignore
all we held dear before.
Yet I believe beyond believing,
that life can spring from death;
That growth can flower from our grieving;
that we can catch our breath
and turn transfixed by faith.
So even as the sun is turning
to journey to the north,
The living flame, in secret burning,
can kindle on the earth
and bring God’s love to birth.
O Child of ecstasy and sorrows,
O Prince of peace and pain,
Brighten today’s world by tomorrow’s,
renew our live again;
Lord Jesus, come and reign!
Carol of Hope, William and Annabeth Gay, ©1971, United Church Press
The angel Gabriel from heaven came,
With wings as drifted snow, with eyes as flame:
"All hail to thee, O lowly maiden Mary,
Most highly favored lady." Gloria!
"For know a blessed mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honor thee;
Thy son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,
Most highly favored lady." Gloria!
Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head;
"To me be as it pleaseth God," she said.
"My soul shall laud and magnify God’s holy name."
Most highly favored lady." Gloria!
Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem all on a Christmas morn,
And Christian folk through-out the world will ever say:
"Most highly favored lady." Gloria!
The Angel Gabriel from Heaven Came
By: Basque carol, para. Sabine Baring-Gould, 1834-1924
Iordanis oras praevia
Vox ecce Baptistae quatit:
Praeconis ad grandes sonos
Ignavus abscedat sopor.
Auctoris adventum sui
Tellus et aetheret mare
Praegestiente sentiunt
Et iam salutant gaudio.
Mundemus et nos pectora:
Deo propinquanti viam
Sternamus, et dignam domom
Tanto praemus hospiti.
Tu nostra iu, Iesu salus;
Tu robur et solatium:
Arens ut herba, te sine
Mortale tabescit genus.
Aegris salutarem manum
Extende; pprostratos leva;
Ostende vutum; iam suus
Mundo reflorescet decor.
Qui leberator advenis,
Fii tibi laus maxima
Cum Patre et almo Spiritu
In sempiterna saecula.
Iordanis oras praevia
Charles Coffin 1736
Veni, veni Emanuel!
Captivum solve Israel!
Qui gemit in exilio,
Privatus Dei Filio.
Refrain
Gaude, gaude, Emanuel
Nascetur pro te, Israel.
Veni, veni o oriens!
Solare nos adveniens,
Noctis depelle nebulas,
Dirasque noctis tenebras.
Refrain
Veni, veni Adonai!
Qui populo in Sinai
Legem dedisti vertice,
In Maiestate gloriae.
Refrain
Monday, December 13, 2004
This fur is normal, well-rounded, and enjoys a variety of aspects of the furry fandom. They are polite, well-mannered, and know how to use a colon in a sentence (barring that, they at least make an effort at being legible). They thank artists and writers for their hard work. They enjoy role-playing on the MUCKs. They shake their heads in shame at the antics of the lesser-evolved members of the fandom who still act like brats. They nod in agreement with much of the criticism leveled at the furry community by groups like SomethingAwful, but know that the criticism is not leveled at them, specifically, but rather at the morons who go around screaming, FERSECTIUON OMG!
Characteristics: Polite! Very rarely gets into a flame-fest, and then only on the side of good. Probably goes to cons, if able, and enjoys the company of like-minded people. Sexually, they may be some of the kinkiest people in the fandom, or they may be the most boring frozen-fish in the bed. Sex isnt the most important thing to them, though they may well enjoy it. Generally found on MUCKs and chat more often than Normal Furs; doesn't lurk quite so much.
Rarity and How to Cope: These are the nicest and most pleasant furs in the community. Generally interesting. Although rarer than one may like, usually found on Livejournal and other blogging communities, as well as the occasional forum-crawler. Commonly lurking around on newsgroups.
What type of fur are you?
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THIS IS JUST PAINFUL.
So, anywho... Megapixel 2.0 is now 20 weeks old, being a BRAT! This afternoon when I got downstairs, the tree was not in it's expectedly verticle position. I almost neutered the kitten then and there. Instead, I removed everything from the tree, mixed water and lemon extract in a spray bottle, and spritzed the tree, the tree-skirt, and some of the garland with lemony water. According to some websites, cats hate citrus. We'll see how the tree is when I get home.
I'm assuming that it's Pixel who has been playing with my Christmas tree. But, this is the first time that the recovering Jehovah's Witness has slept with a Christmas Tree... perhaps he's sonambulating or something... then there's always the older cat who could be using my assumption to his benefit.
It's time to exit. Later.
Friday, December 10, 2004
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town? Hmm..
Nightmare Before Christmas
Second Favorite Christmas movie.
Yeah... Christmas is secular/commercial. I mean, I don't know any pagans or wiccans who DON'T celebrate Christmas. Yeah... they say YULE with the in-crowd, but they still want Christmas Presents and Christmas Dinner and family time. I get to work this Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, while an atheistic friend of mine has the weekend off and is heading home for the holiday. Weird, huh?
Also, I get to help a recovering Jehovah's Witness celebrate his first Christmas... helping me see things NEW again. Ever have to describe how to decorate a Christmas Tree to someone... you know... first lights, hiding the wires as much as you can... get them about 6 inches up the branch... then the ornaments... hang then about 2 inches in... heavier ones need to go in deeper... then the tinsel. With cats, I don't have my icicles on the tree... got the silver Mardi Gras beads instead.... and the garland is being rehung every morning. Well, it's also Pixel's first Christmas as well.
Well... food time. Oh... you get to guess what is my FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE of all time... but here's a hint. "You'll shoot your eye out!"
on this the Feast of Pope Saint Gregory III
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town? Hmm..
Nightmare Before Christmas
Second Favorite Christmas movie.
Yeah... Christmas is secular/commercial. I mean, I don't know any pagans or wiccans who DON'T celebrate Christmas. Yeah... they say YULE with the in-crowd, but they still want Christmas Presents and Christmas Dinner and family time. I get to work this Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, while an atheistic friend of mine has the weekend off and is heading home for the holiday. Weird, huh?
Also, I get to help a recovering Jehovah's Witness celebrate his first Christmas... helping me see things NEW again. Ever have to describe how to decorate a Christmas Tree to someone... you know... first lights, hiding the wires as much as you can... get them about 6 inches up the branch... then the ornaments... hang then about 2 inches in... heavier ones need to go in deeper... then the tinsel. With cats, I don't have my icicles on the tree... got the silver Mardi Gras beads instead.... and the garland is being rehung every morning. Well, it's also Pixel's first Christmas as well.
Well... food time. Oh... you get to guess what is my FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE of all time... but here's a hint. "You'll shoot your eye out!"
on this the Feast of Pope Saint Gregory III
Quizilla Self-Discovery
Rafael. You're most like the ArchAngel of Healing.
You want people to shape up, and you nag. But
you mean well, and you're well loved despite
it. Or because of it. You bring the donuts
even as you tell people to eat more veggies.
Which ArchAngel are you most like?
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"Nerd" Your not a sheep and your smart
(at least you say you are) therefore most
people dont like you.
Which stereotype are you?? (with pics)
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You are Raistlin Majere from Dragonlance.
You smirk, torment and look dashing in black
velvet. Ultimate evil magic powers are an
additional bonus.
Which Cool Evil Guy Are You?
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Okay... that's enuf for now... although it's weird how SPORADIC Quizilla is.
Have a nice morning! Oger
Tuesday, December 7, 2004
Bibliophilic Challenge
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find.
RESULT: "Such a form, called a "ghost body," is immune to fatigue and physical harm, and it can fly at great speeds."
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find.
RESULT: "Such a form, called a "ghost body," is immune to fatigue and physical harm, and it can fly at great speeds."
Poofikins!
Ingunn Haldoorsdottir ROCKS! She can drink like with the best of them... she always has a welcoming smile. I worry about her choice in spoons.
But, all in all, she is one of my personal joys in my PENNSIC reality. Granted, there are MANY joys in my PENNSIC reality, but Ingunn's sparkle adds to the great shining light that is our annual war.
And just last week she sent me some wonderful buns!
But, all in all, she is one of my personal joys in my PENNSIC reality. Granted, there are MANY joys in my PENNSIC reality, but Ingunn's sparkle adds to the great shining light that is our annual war.
And just last week she sent me some wonderful buns!
And, nothing to do with Chrissy, but found this last night and fell on the floor laughing.
DO I ROCK?
1. Reply to this post if you want/need me to publicly tell you how cool you are!
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and possibly why I think you rock socks.
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!
4. If you know of someone who could use the lift, go ahead and post in your journal why you think they rock.
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and possibly why I think you rock socks.
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!
4. If you know of someone who could use the lift, go ahead and post in your journal why you think they rock.
Okay... let's just get one thing defined here... I was gonna type STRAIGHT... but that wasn't the word... really!
As for WHY does Thaddeus rock? The man takes trash and makes it treasure... and I'm not just saying on the Christopher Lowell (is he gay?!) type of trash to treasure... I mean the man has been given the shitty end of the stick on many levels, yet he's not bitchy, bitter, or a scrooge. Nope. He'd give you the shirt of his back if you asked him... and it would fit... and be FABULOUS.
Thaddeus rocks because even when up he's up to his ass in alligators, he can still laugh, and make you laugh as well.
NUF SAID.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
I have over 2,000 mp3's on my computer... and still, everything is kewler when Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace\John Williams - Duel of the Fates.mp3 is played as the background music!
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