Author: john wick

MAGAX: The Destroyer!!!

http://www.neopets.com/neopedia.phtml?neopedia_id=186

(This was one of my boss’ favorites. He’s a sucker for all that testosterone drama.)

Still waiting for approval on the conmen. We’ll see…

Ah. Flash Gordon.
Great Dale.
Great Zarkov.
Great Vultan.
Great Baron.
The Best Ming EVER.
(And let’s not forget Princess Aura.)

If only their Flash didn’t suck eggs.

Blackmail, lies, betrayal, stealing letters, seduction, sex, murder.

Damn. This is what I’m missing in my life.

I need a co-conspirator. A woman who understands my desire for wickedness, cunning, and cruelty. And can match me, measure for measure.

But, I’m not ready for her yet. Not yet.

You know, I thought I was done with the sewing circle rumor thing when I got out of high school. But, as it turns out, the Cam is just loaded with pepper pots who have nothing better to do with their time than talk about other people’s lives.

I guess the current string are rather complimentary in a weird way. A very weird way.

I can’t think of any words, so you get someone else’s. In an interview, Waits told a story of coming off a bus into the rain with his young daughter. They saw a woman in an old dress, spinning in the rain, dancing a mad waltz. His daughter said, “It must be hard to dance that way — in the rain with no music.” The words stuck, and this little song of hope was born.

Hold On
(T. Waits and K. Brennan)

They hung a sign up in out town
“if you live it up, you won’t
live it down”
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don’t look back just
Come on Jim

Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You gotta hold on

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there’s nothin left to do

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.

Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me

Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there’s nothing left to keep you here, when
You’re falling behind in this
Big blue world

Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on

Down by the Riverside motel,
It’s 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it’s so hard to dance that way
When it’s cold and there’s no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there’s a record
That’s playing, a song called

Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
And just hold on.

I don’t know what to write. I’m still recovering from the weekend. After-effects are still in my head.
Maybe tomorrow.

Not a whole lot to do today. Recovering from a very strange weekend.

Friday: Ended up doing the very last thing I wanted to do, which was see X-2. As it turned out, the movie was much better than I expected, and the company was wonderful. I got to meet someone new () and we talked until 3 AM. Driving home, I felt better than I have in 6 months. I’ve had a few “soul sisters” in my life. If I’m lucky, I may have met another one.

Saturday: A bad day. Off-balance all day long. Distracted, discombobulated, disoriented. Couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Maybe I blew all my karma on the night before. Maybe someone wished me some ill-will and it found me (not very often). Don’t know.

Sunday: Lazy day. Got some housework done, some writing done. Just sat about and really didn’t do much of anything.

This week? More work on the Neopets CCG, a few more stories for the Neopedia, and maybe — if I’m lucky — nah. Nobody could be that lucky.

Not even me.

I woke up early (I was up ’till 3:00 AM) and was overcome with the desire to clean my apartment. I worked all morning through, not even realizing how much time had passed. When I was done, almost by the second, called. I hopped in the car, we ate lunch at Pink’s (ahh…) and waiting for the Prince and his ‘ling.

I told I was in a daze, not exactly sure why. I was distracted. Unfocused. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I felt like there was something I should have been doing, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like there was something important, but… and it was right there. I just couldn’t…

We went to play L5R. Can’t play L5R; one of the key characters is missing. Shit. Then, everything went straight to hell. Somebody said the wrong thing. My temper flared up. I kept it inside my head, but it was there. There was no way I was staying in the room. I’d rip somebody’s head off. Verbally, at least. So, I told everybody I was leaving. That meant three other people had to leave with me. I don’t think they cared all that much, anyway. They came to play L5R and we weren’t, so we left. I dropped the Prince and his ‘ling off at their car and went to my boss’ party (the one I planned on attending after the game anyway).

It was fun, but I couldn’t get my head free of that haze. Something was going on… I don’t know.

Something happened yesterday. Something important. I’m not sure what it was, but I am sure I should have been there for it, and I wasn’t.

I don’t know what happened last night. It’s still a blur.

Three things last night. Priorities. Who do I pick? Well, work comes first, so I pick work.

I was supposed to have dinner with co-workers… until the very last second. Waiting around in the office… waiting… waiting… I ask. “Oh, that’s been cancelled.”

Shit.

I hop in my car. Rain, rain, rain. Californians don’t know how to drive in the rain. Stuck in traffic… looking at the time… looking at the time… Where are the…

Directions…

Shit.

On the cel. Nobody knows. “Come see X-2,” they tell me. “We’ve already gotten you a ticket.”

Shit.

I didn’t like the first one all that much. Everyone says this one is better. Okay. Otherwise, it’s laundry.

X-2 was fun. Like roller coaster fun. And, I think I made a new friend. That was a surprise. And it felt so good to be able to talk to someone who’s body chemistry isn’t dominated by testosterone. I’ve had too much of that lately.

L5R tonight. I should be planning. Plotting. Preparing. But all I can do is think about last night…

I once wrote that Lady Fate and Dame Fortune are playing a game with the world. That’s how I felt last night. Both of them had plans for me, and both tried to assert those plans. One of them won out. I’m not sure which one did.

I lived in Albany, Georgia for five years.
And I was glad to leave. No… I think elated is a better word.

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