xhesika: (tealfashion)
So between now and the last time I gave an actual update:

1. My friend Kat's computer crashed, she sent it to us and we fixed it. The only thing wrong was that she had somehow gotten a virus from big fish games and it FRIED her hard drive. So we got her a new one and then I loaded up her lappy with games, Sailor Moon, Labyrinth, and many other essentials.

2. Some days I feel discouraged with Artemis, at this point I KNOW that it's going to be impossible for me to jump back into it. I'm going to have to work on short stories and read over the whole story before I make another attempt at writing the last chapter. The good news, and I don't know if I put this up here yet, but I found a binder with the original Book 2! Meaning the only thing I am missing now IS the final chapter of Book 1, then I will be back to where I was before the move.

3. Got a very promising lead on a job, but I don't want to divulge the details too soon, I don't want to jinx it and have it fall through.

4. Working on the Ritzko Project, the goal at this point is to be able to send out signed copies of the first book as Christmas presents. Meaning more it has to be done by November so that I can start NaNoWriMo.

Full plate for the time being, but at least I'm feeling more validated.
xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
I originally wasn't going to post any more dreams, but they seem to all have some sort of cryptic meaning, and they've been coming VERY often. The first depicted here was one that I had immediately after my appointment, and after fighting fire demons with flamethrowers with Him, I decided to open up a little more than close myself off. The result: adventures.

I've decided to call him Morpheus, for lack of a better name. The Greek god of dreams, it seems fitting enough.

Fire Demons:

I can feel the heat from the blaze on my face, the surroundings glow red with the flames. It's a cathedral, in the process of being eaten alive by the flames of creatures that split the earth and came from inside.

Morpheus is there, standing next to me, and talking as if He knows the appointment I've just come from, "You were going to bring him to intimidate me, where is he?"

He's talking about Micheal, the woman at my appointment told me to ask the archangel for protection if I felt threatened. But I don't feel threatened now, "I asked him to come if you were dangerous."

Morpheus ignores what I say, and instead passes me a rather large item, "This place is past divine intervention. The walls will collapse and the roof will cave. However, we can stop the intrusion here."

"What is this?" I ask, but I already know what it is, its a flamethrower.

"We fight fire with fire."

Christmas Nightmares:

We're watching a movie, the Nightmare Before Christmas projected onto a bed sheet in the middle of a camping trip. Faceless beings wander about in the distance, but there's another with us that is not so faceless. A small child lays curled up with her head on a folded blanket.

I'm sitting with my knees up to my chin, "I've seen this movie more times than I can count."

"Intrinsic." Morpheus is watching the sheet with a small smile, "What do you think he's looking for."

"He's missing love, isn't he? Family and friendship. The things that Christmas embodies, but Halloween can't give."

"Personification of holidays." He shakes his head, "But Halloween can give it. If you give it time."

The little girl opens her eyes and looks at us curiously before rushing over to us to snuggle up and watch the movie. "He was watching you." I tell the little girl, "He was always watching you, because he loved you and wanted you safe."

Sea Treasure:

Its a abandoned beach, the rocks are carved in the shapes of early house frames. I'm walking through one, barefoot, somewhere I've lost my shoes. Or thrown them away, I hate getting sand in my shoes, especially when the sand feels so good on my feet.

Morpheus sits atop one of the rocks, on the apex of the roof of the building I'm climbing through, he's watching the shoreline.

I look over to the shoreline, the little girl is there, her face has become scaly and she pushes an eerie tune from her mouth to the sea.

The smaller creatures are scuttling out of the water, hurrying across the sand in an attempt to escape the sea. Countless crustaceans and bugs run across my feet and I look up to Morpheus.

"That little girl, she was watching Nightmare with us." I say.

He nods, "I was bringing her home."

"Home?"

I look back to the girl, the sea churns violently and an army of nāga, selkies, and mermaids push themselves up out of the water.

The spectacle is nothing short of beautiful, "She's a mermaid!" I say with a large smile.

"She's their god."

Snow Angels:

I've been sick, its been hot. This was today, I was having trouble falling asleep. Between going to throw up what little I've been able to eat, and trying to take a cold shower to cool off, sleep was being a little more than elusive.

I barely remember falling asleep. I don't know how I got into bed, but I must have.

I went to the window and pushed the curtain away. There were about two feet of snow blanketing the street and Morpheus is looking up at me from below.

I rush down the stairs and pull on my boots, but I don't bother with my jacket, and its a good thing because it's not too frigidly cold despite all the snow.

Morpheus is singing. Its the same tune he beckoned me with half a year ago and instead of drawing me in he uses it to pull more snow from the sky.

I'm having fun, running through the snow and kicking it up into the air and dancing. Morpheus walks behind me, a smile on his face and hands in his pockets.

The Haven:

The most recent. Morpheus shows me a castle made of stone, and from the outside it looks abandoned, but when he shows me the way in I find that it's become delightfully overrun with streams, vegetation, fire, and ice.

"Your Haven." He tells me.

I explore, finding and delighting in the wonders of this new place. And he's correct, this is truly my Haven, before I really understand what's going on I find myself walking up the walls, looking for the best place to survey this new world.

I find it in a strange tree house, suspended in vines and stone, I look over the edge. "This is the cathedral."

"Sanctuary."

Black Swan

Mar. 29th, 2011 08:09 am
xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
That movie that was in theatres in 2010? It came out of DVD today, so I watched it. Or tried to.

I'm sure I'll make an attempt to watch the whole thing later, but its one of those things where I feel really REALLY awkward watching it in the daytime with Robbie.

About thirty minutes in Robbie gets up to unplug his own lappy, my eyes get all wide.

Robbie: "What?"
Me:  "I think they're abut to have sex?"
Robbie: "Oh shit."
Me: "This is too much right now."
Robbie: "Did you really just turn that off."
Me: "I don't even KNOW what I'm watching right now."
xhesika: (changed my mind)
It's started to scare me. The simple fact that all of my recent dreams start out with me in my pajamas. I feel like the gap between this and the past dream was a lot longer than it had been previously. There was no song, but it was a lot more...personal? I can barely describe it. I was able to ask a few questions, get angry with my answers, then.... I do plan on a more lengthy description later.

We've finally bought the deep fryer and I am enjoying all the foods that I stick in it. Curry buns are pretty awesome, but pizza rolls are the best.

I'm currently watching the new "karate" kid. It's the KARATE kid, so why the hell are they doing KUNG FU? Get your shit straight people. Also, any idiot that thinks Detroit actually looks like that IRL needs to go there and get shot. EL-OH-EL. Other than that, it's cute.

Not sure what I'm going to to do for thanksgiving yet, I got a bunch of time off for it, but Robbie is working most of the time. Hopefully we'll be able to go up north for Christmas, but this week it looks like me and the kitties. I do plan on making some of Robbie's favorite fried chicken and asparagus.

I ordered Robbie's Christmas gifts while he was sick in bed last weekend. I'm having fun torturing him with how far they've come so far in the shipping process. I'm planning on ordering some legos for him too soon if I can. But seeing as how I ended up spending roughly 170 on the present that is on its way, I'm not sure how that will go.

Boogyman

Oct. 11th, 2010 11:47 pm
xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
I couldn't begin to describe all the strange things I've researched in working on Artemis. Diseases, hand bones, language of flowers, ice cream, aquariums/zoos, Jannah (Islamic Paradise), nitty-gritty details on fruit, weapons/firearms. All of these things just to make sure they existed in 1863 (I was sad that Kamen couldn't crack an Alice joke on Rei.) Sometimes it seems like a little much to delve into for a few moments of interest, but then again, it does give me something to smile about later.

When I was in kindergarden our teacher decided to show us this movie around Christmas, that was a variation of the Nutcracker. In my opinion the music for the ballet is waaaaaaay too overplayed, I much prefer Swan Lake. Every once in a while I would look for this movie but had no such luck until about an hour ago. Its a stop-animation, much like Santa Clause is Coming to Town (a few of the people who worked on that project had a hand in this), but it was done in Japan and got a few awards. The movie was released around 1980, and is cheesy, as badly done as most other stop-animation, and gritty.

The beginning two and a half minutes are what scared me, and from the comments on YouTube, it looks like it had similar effects.


Looks like an over-hyped boogyman, right? A rag man was basically a junk man who would travel around and ask people to trade their junk for things of value. Bones, scraps of fabric, and bits of metal, anything really. There's a VERY similar name for the Boogyman in many spanish-speaking countries, all of which mean "Sack Man".

Sack Man stories are all pretty much like the beginning animation for that movie. He collects bad children and throws them into his sack to eat. Seeing as how Hombre del Saco actually existed in the 16th and 17th centuries, its easily something Kamen can toss about.

Fuck this shit, I was terrified of the Rag Man when I was little. I still have this anal tendency with the blankets Robbie doesn't understand. Always up over my head but away from my nose so the Rag Man couldn't tickle me and wake me up.

EDIT: What a fucked up way to start a children's movie.

...I can't believe I'm downloading it now...

Beautiful

Oct. 11th, 2010 08:55 am
xhesika: (Default)

Beautiful choreography, beautiful actresses, beautiful music.

Yes, Devdas is my favorite Bollywood movie.
xhesika: (changed my mind)
Because I seriously DO need to see the idiots behind me talking about the "true colors" of someone sparkling. Whatever happened to the sexy sort of evil from all good movies? The tortured villain with a juicy troubled past? Like Carousel, the Fantasticks, and Labyrinth? I'm a Der Todd fan myself, who doesn't like death personified as a sexy young man in a military jacket, constantly vying for affection? El Gallo was pretty epic though.

I have discovered Muslim comics, which are actually really good. I still like the one I found about Jesus and Buddha as roommates better, but these are amusing enough.

Today we took the tires to be rotated, as it turns out the people who put the tires on our car over-torqued the bolts and stripped the threading and destroyed three of them. The people at Midas were pretty appalled at the incident, luckily we had the receipt for the tires in the glove box of the car and went over there immediatly. They were very understanding and wasted no time in ordering the parts and fixing the wheels free of charge. Robbie and I took ourselves over to see Mr. Black, not before stopping at the Aldi to grab a bottle of vino and a jug of juice. I had two glasses before noon. I was ready to tear someone a new asshole for a little there. Then I had bacon and everything was cool.

Et q'mu gyyj xezy.
It was good vino.

I can write Vks, I just have an awful time speaking it, all the words with invisible vowels mess me up. Then there's the sentence structure, which only Yoda would really understand. I really should learn more of it though. I keep meaning to look up a rosetta stone copy for somali, I think that might be one of the more useful languages to have under my belt.

Tomorrow is date night! I haven't been on an actual date with Robbie in ages, I got two tickets for AMC as a gift so it looks like Vampires Suck is on the agenda.

Tonight it's a tie between Elizabeth (Takarazuka Moon Troupe), A Very Potter Musical, and Devdas.

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