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Goodbye to This Here and Now

Momma taught me to not play fixed games, and the one I suspected to be mounting here has reared its head in full (and breaking everything :p). So I'm shutting down blogging here and moving all public blogging operations to my domain. Feel free to follow along if you wish, or not... I'm honestly not bothered about how many people read my words. I love engaging people in conversation, in debate, so I do hope people come along for that reason. Anyhoose, the place is:   http://www.digitalglitc

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...Show his Softer Side...

The Kimberly Trip - He Wore Pink [[Song]]   To listen to the song, it should be loaded up in the upper right-hand corner. Honestly, I recommend listening to it all, because The Kimberly Trip is JAWSOME. The former bassist is a DJ on the station I used to DJ on, Radio KoL, and it's just... good, solid tunage.   Now, this song is the song of the day for the simple fact that I was reminded of the ills of gender stereotype forcing. From the first day a child is born, he or she is told that he

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Another Week Down

I put up my next story last night; feel free to go poke at it as you wish.   I feel like i should be saying more today, but really, what is there to add? I'm still sick, the husband is still sick, the baby isn't happy because she's teething, and DEAR JEEBUS CHAPPED NOSE. I'd say hooray for the weekend, but that means two less people on our support team... sigh.   I thought about poking around the news and trying to find a bit to discuss, but meh... it's early. Once again, the little one i

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IT'S SPREADING D: D:

Apparently, my husband has hopped on the sicky train - joooy.   I have no idea if it's a sore throat or flu or what, but I'll continue to muck through until it's past. I'm not so miserable that I'm non-functioning; I'm actually managing to get by quite well. I made a satisfying dent in the post-holiday work load yesterday, and managed to knock out my story for this week. At least, I've written enough and to a point I can call it done; I will likely leave it where it is because I'm honestl

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Scar, Scar, Can You Feel My Power?

The Reflecting God: [[Song//Lyrics]]   Morning dearies! My birthday was quite nice; I still have a pile of 'thank you' to issue on Facebook. And I will make sure to do it as best as I can, 'cause that's only polite. And politeness, etiquette... these are things that help keep life running smoothly - they're lube (but not discreetly delivered to your door, alas).   There is one thing I can confirm today that I couldn't fully confirm this time yesterday - I'm deeefinitely sick. My throat i

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It's Bratday! (Though, Politely)

And by that, I mean it's my birthday, hee hee. In my family, it was tradition that the birthday boy or girl got to don the mantle of birthday brat, and not have to lift a finger.   So far, so good - Neil hasn't made me deal with Leah yet and I've been able to cheerfully work on responding to all the well wishes that filed in overnight. In this digital age, I do my best to practice the base courtesies; a brief 'thank you' to a status message is this era's equivalent of a thank you card. An

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Sandpapering: Finer to Coarser

Day two of this throat itchiness, and it's... kind of itchier? It feels more strongly dug in, at least. And as I apparently have the world's tiniest mouth, I can't actually manage to take a peeksee down there and see if there are any white lesions forming. I guess that I'll just keep drowning myself in honey today, and hopefully, it'll pass quickly... I hope. I don't want to miss my own birthday dinner because my throat is closing up, or something. And it IS that sort of direction that it f

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Itchy and Scratchy

... but not of the cat and mouse variety, no. That would probably be nice as compared to what is itching and scratching - my throat. I woke up and blam, it feels like I swallowed nettles.   Sigh.   Good thing I have lemon in the house, eh? Though I'll need to get more honey; the jar I had was getting manky, and got thrown out last week. Besides throat soothing, I'd want it, and oats, to do some honey oat bread. There's nothing quite so fine, and as it's a wheat versus a white loaf, it'l

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Butterflies and All

I am somewhat pleased to announce the release of my first original fiction in nearly 20 years, The Feast of Belwas. It, and anything else that I manage to do for this prompt-driving thing, will be chilling out at its own wordpress install:   http://www.digitalglitch.org/chrysalis/   And even if I'm not running around going 'I'M TEH BESTEST!', I am pleased that I managed at least the one story. I hope to make more happen; I'd like to y'know... try to love the whole thing a bit more.   ...

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-Static-

Hissspitbzzzt, fuzz fuzz whirr. Whiiiiiiiiiirbbzzzzt.   ::snow::   Mmm, brain... fuzzy. I think I broke it last night. But I did it for a good cause - another 900 words to my short story! I'm not quite done yet, but I did get to the arbitrary point I wanted last night - to the point where I could include the prompt. I've sent Matalina what I have thus far to poke at a bit, and if she doesn't think it's mega-suck, then I'll probably try to polish it off tonight. Even if it is mega-suck,

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Bad Nets, No Cookie!

So I'm sitting there last night, slowly hacking out a tinycrap story, when I realize that my radio stream has gone mysteriously silent. Neil and I look at each other, and then look at the modem - no action. He also spots that the cable box is off - no love, no view. Well crap, we call the help line to find out there's some sort of mega-massive fault in the area, but that it should be back up (and I quote) 1am, 6 of January. We get to that point, which is bedtime, shrug... go sleeps. I set u

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An End to All Things (Crimson Ball Sinks...)

Wear Your Love Like Heaven: [[Song//Lyrics]]     As we still have company this morning (and this time, they are supposed to leave in a timely fashion *chuckles*), this too will be kept short.   Firstly, I celebrate the return of my PC; its clanky keys bring me much joy. Secondly, I made the decision to completely retire from radio last night. It wasn't an easy decision, but my crap-o-meter had hit full, and it doesn't exactly purge itself. Knowing that trying to balance friendship aga

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[[Something Clever]]

Making this incredibly short, as I currently have company, company soon to depart down the road. They caught us en route from Glasgow to Redhill, so it was really only a few hours of catch-up last night. Which was nice; I'd not seen either of them since our friend Dee got married May of 2009. Leah wasn't that far along in the baking process, so I was only just starting to feel uncomfortable and big... ah, memories. *grins*   Today... going to get my desktop back, but I don't think in time t

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A Shift in Pressure

I can't tell if my sinuses are trying to block up again, or unblock. All I know is that there's a change in pressure, and I'm not really sure I'm down with it... sigh.   I spent most of yesterday avoiding people; my emotional state isn't a social one. I did finally get to the point where I could address the husband grieving for me though, so that's good. I dislike-to-despise people feeling for me and find it a stressful and unwanted obligation. I'd rather rot under my own pain than share i

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Damnit Kids, Quit Dying!

Whelp, that's a great way to kick off the new year - another death amongst the Dallas music scene. The medical examiner has ruled it a suicide, but I don't know more than that; I suspect that 'battling demons' continues to be quasi-code for a fair chunk of drug problems. Why do us artist sorts have such problems with substances?! A rhetorical question, that... I fully understand the why of it, having been there and done that. But it makes me nervous - it's the second death amongst my generati

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The New Year... Not That it Should Matter. :)

If you're looking for wishy-washy 'Better year than last 'cause last year was awful and everything is terrible forever!', go find an emo kid. Seriously, how many people do I see devalue their life every.single.year the second the 31st/1st rolls around? If each year is so freaking miserable that you want to see the back of it, then you're probably doing something wrong. However, if one is looking forward to the New Year as a chance to encourage themselves to be better, do better... well... not

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How Do You Measure//A Year in the Life?

Seasons of Love: [[ //Lyrics]]  Firstly, I would like to state for the record - Rent first came to my attention in the mid-90s, not the mid-2000s. My (step)father has AIDS, and has had said illness since 1990; he contracted HIV in 1986... I guess he's not gotten the message yet that it was supposed to be a terminal disease, hee hee. This was about the only album everyone in our large family (I have two younger sisters and a baby brother) could agree upon in the car, and even sing along with

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Get to Know the Feeling of Liberation and Relief

Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over [[ //Lyrics]]  This popped into my head, so out it comes onto this quasi-page - bwahahahah! And joy, there's even several lines that are applicable to this day.   Of course, I pick the most ironic one.   Yes, I'm still congested to the moon. So no, I don't know the feeling of liberation and relief. I know the feeling of being still ridiculously congested and at a loss for what to do. Perhaps I should just strap myself to a bowl of steam. It migh

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Blessed Silence

... ... ...   ... ... ...   ... ... ...   It's just... so quiet... this morning. Like, really, truly quiet. Like, so quiet that I need to turn the radio on just to have a tiny bit of background noise.   Of course, it's 'cause the baby is at her grandparent's house - relief! Too bad we can't ditch her for a few days. As much as I adore my tiny little one who is finally getting to a point where she's interesting, it's still a slow and painful adjustment process for me. I'm sure

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Love is a Hook, and Quasi-Freedom

As I sit here listening to the sounds of the binman making his rounds (yayayay, snow prevented it last week), my child sneezing and babbling and other assorted sundry, I slowly try to drag my brain into the realms of consciousness. It's a slow process which takes hours if done properly, but I generally have to bang up a rush job and pray I don't accidentally set someone on fire with my harpy tongue... or fire.   Yeah, handle with care - that's my motto for me. Or is it 'May Contain Nuts'?

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A Fortunate Sleep

I hate confrontation. I'm rather normal in that, I suspect. However, if someone is acting like an ass, I will call them out on it and attempt to politely correct their behavior.   Even if it means that it massively fuels my anxiety and insomnia... sigh.   Aaaanyways, long story short - had a spot of it last night right before bedtime. Someone on the station decided to be 'cute' and post a rather snarky, passive-aggressive response to my need for cover tomorrow. It was merely a link to th

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Running on Half Steam :'(

My beloved desktop bit the bullet last night. I'm fairly confident that it's something that is fixable one way or the other, but that doesn't make me particularly happy about the downtime, either.   See, Mr. Heatsink decided that he wanted to divorce Mrs. Motherboard. We suspect things haven't been square between them in some time; there's been a lot of racket and general loudness issuing from their home. So when, poof, the whole system crashed yesterday and wouldn't get past turning on, I

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Making it Short (Merry Christmas)

Hope everyone is having a fantastic day, regardless of religious (or lack of) bent. I'm going to y'know... slack off today and keep this short, 'cause there's an adorable little miss playing in her brand-new ball pit (she adores it like baths), and there's a pile of gifts for us to work through, hee hee. I'm not sure what can top my Christmas Eve opening; Neil got me Dragon Age Ultimate Edition, and it kept me very busy yesterday. My mentor of antiquity, the long-lost Sheen Sedai (Brown Ajah,

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Batman's a Jinglebutt

In the fine tradition of naming books my Sims are writing in my Legacy game, so goes the selection of this subject line. As in, someone or something random was said in the house, and I record it for spite and notoriety.   I so nice.   In this case, my husband was referring to one of our cats, Batman. We've put multiple bells on his collar so he cannot sneak up on his sister, Poison. It doesn't really work, but it was worth a try in the scheme of things. But to get to him, I think the cha

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Melting (Baking (Sentimental (Not?)))

Melting, meeeelting! Oh, what a world, what a wicked girl...   Oh wait... that's something different. Sure, both are centred around H20, but I don't see any tragic anti-heroes puddling in my yard amongst the vestiges of snow. Yes, I'm truly British and Texan, considering my continuing obsession with all things weather. Though that could also be rather egotistical - it just seems that those two groups are especially obsessed with what the sky is doing.   Perhaps we just entertain easily?

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