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Back in black

 

Well, that was scary. Hooray for WP and scaring me half to death, thinking I was going to lose a years worth of new work, plus all the old stuff from 18yrs. old on. *gulps* But it’s all good, the baby/blog has been saved, and we will just have to live without the fancy-schmancy fonts that I’m not sure anyone even noticed, anyway. ;p

I apologize (only once, but I’m allowed one.) for taking so long to get back on track, and let people know what was/is going on. All I can say on my behalf is that, as always, real life got the better of me. One of these days I’m gonna wrestle that bitch to the ground and pin her for good, but for now…not so much. 😉

Real life update I just got over an 8 day bout with Salmonella, 5 of them in the hospital (Thank You again, St. Vincents!) but on the good side, I lost 15 lbs. and had 5 days of the most gorgeous view of “my” St. Johns river, even though I could barely appreciate it at the time. I took some out of the window pictures, hopefully they turned out well enough to throw some up in a bit. I’m still not 100%, but I’m working on 99%, and I think I can be happy with that.

Work update…what is this “work” you speak of? I know not this word. >.< Have had a totally uninspired last few weeks, which is partly my fault, as I firmly believe in the “use it or lose it” philosophy of poetry. The more you write, the more you feel like writing, and the more that little window/camera/file-cabinet/treasure box in your brain opens up, to collect even more. So my next casual goal (because if I make it firm right now I’ll scare it off…:p) is to write -something- every day. If it’s postable, I will do so, if not, I’ll let it sit a few days, go back to it, and see if it’s postable yet. *g* The Magic Refrigerator Door philosophy. Just because you just checked the fridge, 5 minutes ago, and found nothing, doesn’t preclude the possibility of a fridge-fairy, or maybe some flying space monkeys with interdimensional powers, having slipped something in there without your knowledge.

All that aside, I wanted to touch base (Hmm…base touching…I’m touching your base…we must be -really- good friends… ;)) and let y’all know what was going on, and what hopefully -will- be going on. For now I’ma take my crazy-lazy-hazy brain away, and go marinate it in Mt. Dew for a while. Love ya more!


Back in black

 

Well, that was scary. Hooray for WP and scaring me half to death, thinking I was going to lose a years worth of new work, plus all the old stuff from 18yrs. old on. *gulps* But it’s all good, the baby/blog has been saved, and we will just have to live without the fancy-schmancy fonts that I’m not sure anyone even noticed, anyway. ;p

I apologize (only once, but I’m allowed one.) for taking so long to get back on track, and let people know what was/is going on. All I can say on my behalf is that, as always, real life got the better of me. One of these days I’m gonna wrestle that bitch to the ground and pin her for good, but for now…not so much. 😉

Real life update I just got over an 8 day bout with Salmonella, 5 of them in the hospital (Thank You again, St. Vincents!) but on the good side, I lost 15 lbs. and had 5 days of the most gorgeous view of “my” St. Johns river, even though I could barely appreciate it at the time. I took some out of the window pictures, hopefully they turned out well enough to throw some up in a bit. I’m still not 100%, but I’m working on 99%, and I think I can be happy with that.

Work update…what is this “work” you speak of? I know not this word. >.< Have had a totally uninspired last few weeks, which is partly my fault, as I firmly believe in the “use it or lose it” philosophy of poetry. The more you write, the more you feel like writing, and the more that little window/camera/file-cabinet/treasure box in your brain opens up, to collect even more. So my next casual goal (because if I make it firm right now I’ll scare it off…:p) is to write -something- every day. If it’s postable, I will do so, if not, I’ll let it sit a few days, go back to it, and see if it’s postable yet. *g* The Magic Refrigerator Door philosophy. Just because you just checked the fridge, 5 minutes ago, and found nothing, doesn’t preclude the possibility of a fridge-fairy, or maybe some flying space monkeys with interdimensional powers, having slipped something in there without your knowledge.

All that aside, I wanted to touch base (Hmm…base touching…I’m touching your base…we must be -really- good friends… ;)) and let y’all know what was going on, and what hopefully -will- be going on. For now I’ma take my crazy-lazy-hazy brain away, and go marinate it in Mt. Dew for a while. Love ya more!


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please “like” this post if you can see it…i’m trying to find out if i have to fuss at WP to fix the blog.  *grumbles*


new/expired blog… :(

I don’t know what’s going to happen to this blog, but I can’t afford to renew it…hopefully it will be available again at kyotzeta.wordpress.com.  *crosses fingers*  If not, please check Various and Sundry Nonsenses or KC’s Co-op for news.  *hugs*


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How to send your name to Mars!

How to send your name to Mars!

This is my certificate commemorating my submitting my name to the Maven Space Program for a DvD that they are sending to Mars! I love this idea! Anyone may submit a name, and -all- will go. I thought I should put this here, as this goes to my twitter acct. as well as my fb acct., so the most people will see it…I hope. 😉

http://lasp.colorado.edu/maven/goingtomars/send-your-name/


Desert Knight

city lives and canyon eyes, the blue of distant skies,
crystal air and pinon scent compete with smog and lies.
through city traffic, city noise, he walks as if alone,
his mind awash with starfields, and the scent of cooling stone.
the smell of burning refuse fills his clothing and his hair,
the flames that warm the icy night reflected in his stare.
the city teems with tortured souls, a million silent howls,
a beast that grinds the spirit fine within its slavering jowls.
he walks alone within its jaws, and dreams a different night,
cold and clear, the stars so near they fill his mind with light.
and as he walks, the starlight gleams, a shimmering silver glow,
it spreads its wings behind him through the dirty sleeting snow.
and everywhere it fills the air, the scent of pine and sage,
it stirs the stagnant city smog, and cools the sullen rage.
and in his wake, the city’s ache, the all-pervasive pain,
is smothered to a fitful glow, an ember in the rain.


Things You Need When You’re Sad

This is a new favorite page for funny-sad-thoughtful-silly-and-sometimes-mildly-dirty-stuff. This one hit home, so I thought I’d share. 🙂

Thought Catalog

Your world is falling apart around you, sort of like that scene from Inception where Juno is learning to build and destroy environments. You’re reverting to your most petulant childish self in response, because when the going gets tough, the tough sometimes take a while to kick-start. If you’re anything like me, here are some of the things you’re going to need to get you through.

Intimacy

There’s something very comforting about physical intimacy, not to mention the endorphins that will kick you in the brain. And it’s all well and good when there’s someone you trust to poke around inside you, but it can end in tears when you find yourself in bed with a stranger at 4 a.m., freak out when you realize you don‘t really want to do what you’re about to do, demand he call a cab, and leave him completely blue-balled. Now there are two…

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Writing practice: 5 minute stream of consciousness, subject: School Days

walls of shattered glass scribbled with lipstick hieroglyphs, an ancient language of rage and hate and pain and love and other unsavory things above the surface bearing eons of genetic markers in smears of blood, tears, sweat and skin, a history of life contained within four walls. in the halls, scattered floes of paper, lines dripping down the page, clumped and lumped like biology experiments gone wrong, any moment wait to see them raise their monstrous heads and roar the power words of Trigonometry or Calculus until the walls drip and show the secrets of the Universe…or the library, whichever comes first.  metal coffins line the walls, lids sagging open as if hungry for more young flesh, for the scent and taste of …teen spirit?  empty chamber, with sagging scuffed marked and pocked wooden floors, still echoing with screams and moans and cheers and sighs, with bounds and rebounds, falls and recalls, and buzzers ring.  above, sullen light flickers and crackles, dust-covered tubes hanging, some dangling almost to block the path, almost to mark the path, to show the way to yet another hall, another bleak perspective.  tumbled tables, legs in the air, helpless dinosaurs tossed across the tiled room to land where they will.  phantom scent of grease and mystery, of hunger and appetite denied, leads to the chamber of horrors, each counter scarred and marred by generations of vessels slammed ringingly on their surfaces, and giant utensils whipped and dragged and slicing into vegetable matter and flesh alike, indiscriminately.


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St. Augustine Light House

St. Augustine Light House

I used to live right down the road from here, could walk to the park/boat dock at it’s feet…just thought I’d share some Spring-in-Florida goodness. 😉


Blue and Grey #4 (WIP, prose, crit. welcomed)

(This one is a bit longer, but it’s the end of the chapter and I didn’t see a good spot to cut it, so here it is.  :p  Hope it’s been a good ride so far…it’s been neat for me to see and know other people are actually reading it.  I’m thinking about trying to finish it before November, somewhere around 7,000 words or so…what do y’all think?  I’m halfway there, now, so I know it’s possible…but is that a good length for a short story?)

Sev scowled, and nodded. That’s sorted…go on, take it. She grinned, and began scooping up the pile, already scoping out the main drag for a good spot. Let the newbies take the one under the sunbeam, she’d take the one where the beam’d be once the people started coming…and -away- from the entrance, where the non-serious shoppers wandered in, and blocked off the view of the good ones. Cuddling the pile to her chest, she began shuttling back and forth, her grin widening as each new layer became visible. Putting each find where she felt it got the best show took the best part of an hour, and by the time she was done, the first trickle of customers was heading in. As usual, the day went by quickly…maybe a little too quickly. By the time the torches went on, and the night crowd started filtering through, she was already wondering what to do with herself that night. Tossing a quick if insincere grin up at her replacement as he approached, she sighed, and adjusted the new scarf she’d appropriated for herself as she stood. Ok, ok…you can have it. Anything happening?

He shook his head, already more interested in sorting and sifting. Party up t’the Hotties, but you know how that crowd gets…and I heard something about a new singer over t’the Kitchen Sync. Oh, and Jamie wants t’talk t’ya…said it’s important. Butt-in-a-sling kinda important. He looked sideways at her, quirking his lip at her suddenly nervous expression. Hell, relax…she prob’ly needs someone t’chew on for a while…it’s Jamie, y’know? If she don’t got somebody to bite ever day, she gets cranky. Maybe the Spikester ain’t been licking her boots right, huh? He grinned nastily, and put on a whiny tone of voice. Why doncha ever -listen- t’me, spikie? Left -then- right…left -then- right…are you just stupid? Is -that- your problem? Blue snorted…then outright giggled, swatting him beside the ear. You…are gonna get us -both- in trouble, she ever hears you do that. Ok, I’m off…just…be careful, huh? And don’t let that big piece go to anybody but Old Dave…he’s been looking for one just like it for-ever.

She shook her head, and headed off down the hall, after one last wistful glance at the treasures spread out all around her. Not till the weekend. Sellers-day was coming, just two more days…then she could pick and bargain…for whatever was left. She bit her lip, trying not to anticipate what this little “talk” with Jamie was about…Spike being her best friend wasn’t going to hold her here for -much- longer, especially if Jamie got wind of her…nocturnal activities. Sidling through the torchlit shadows, she wondered again what was with the lo-techs and lighting. Sure, it made it more…romantic, in here, and got people buying more…but they acted like even having lights back in the stores was somehow bad. Just a few little lights, and they’d double their productive time, instead of having to rush everything, then leave it sit all night. She shrugged, and slipped back into the shadows behind the “sales floor” with relief. Less smoky back here…and less temptation.

The store was dark, as usual, the only illumination coming from the tiny candle that sat in the mouth of the stores sign/mascot, giving a soft glow to her somewhat frantic looking features, and the tiny fire in the barrel that sat in the middle of the main room. The off-duty team sat around the barrel as usual, and someone had been in a giving mood, obviously…there was a strong smell of cooking meat, without the charred-hair smell that meant rat-thing, and a jug of chilled water sweated gently in the heat. She inquired as to Jamie’s placement with a raised ‘brow, and was directed to the back of the Lair…behind the double-row of beaded curtain that blocked off all light from the back room.

Boss? She moved to the curtain, parting it just enough to stick her head through…and received the usual grunt in reply. Slipping the rest of her way through the surprisingly heavy beads, she waited a second for her eyes to adjust, then paced forward to kneel down by the pair of figures who curled together in the middle of the cushions covering the floor. As her knees hit the cushion, two pairs of eyes opened, and one mouth grinned…but which was which was hard to tell. The gravelly voice that spoke was -definitely- Jamie, though…and -not- in a good mood, so most likely -not- the grin. What’re you doing, Blue? She blinked, confused, and shrugged. Talking to you? She tried. The voice snorted, and a rustle from the darkness revealed itself as Spike sitting up and moving out of range. Lemme clarify…what’re you doing that I don’t know about? That takes you out all damn night? That brings you back beat to hell and gone, and dirtier than a Raver at a Pow-wow? What…are you…doing?

Blue…gulped. I uh…I got stuff, boss. That’s all. You said, long as I’m working, you’re good. You said, when Spike and me got here. She blinked, as a light flared, revealing Jamie’s face all too close to her own, looking rather demonic in the flickering flame of the tiny tea-light candle. I said…yeah, I did. But that’s before I saw. You’re working, yeah. But one-a these days, you won’t be. You’ll be down t’fill, only -in- it, steada on it. Now me, longs it don’t affect the Claires, I don’t give a smack…but Spike, he likes ya, and I’m not liking it when he’s too worried about ya to do his…job, y’hear what I’m saying? She glanced over her shoulder at him, the look on her face softening into as normally…human…as Blue had ever seen. Spike, for his part, kept his eyes down, hiding his face behind his curtains of soft blond hair…but Blue could tell he was upset by the set of his shoulders. So…either y’tell me what’s happening…or I got no choice. I gotta letcha go.