Does anyone know what the symbol in this link is, or where it's from?

http://patcarlucci.deviantart.com/art/--118973143

If you know, please comment here, send me an e-mail, msn me or let me know.

What is it about Guitar Hero that makes is to damn addictive?  I....just...can't...stop...playing...

Because everyone else is cross-posting this from facebook, here's mine. =)

RULES:
You are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
(I'm not going to tag anyone here on LJ. Instead I'm just going to tell everyone that reads this and wants to do it, to just do it. Like Nike.)



25 Random Things


1. I am more comfortable traveling then staying in one place

2. I spend too much time playing video games

3. I have 1 sister

4. I can name all 7 dwarfs, and all Santa's Reindeer, but I can't remember my parent's birthdays

5. I'm a writer

6. I hate people that are stuck-up

7. I stole a car when I was a teenager

8. I would rather listen to others then talk about myself

9. I'm a private person

10. I would rather be friends with guys then girls

11. I am not a pet person

12. I've helped to fly an airplane

13. I've been in a car accident

14. I never want to have children

15. I love all stupid comedy movies

16. I would have voted for Obama

17. There have been four times in my life I thought I was honestly going to die

18. I'm an Atheist

19. I don't say "I love you" unless I really mean it

20. I'm a Libra

21. I don't like vampires

22. I would love to spend a few weeks in Amsterdam

23. I don't like TV

24. I've worked in a porn store

25. I want to live forever

Today is just not a good day.

It's my day off, I have cramps from hell, my back hurts, and I had the strangest dreams. I think they were a combination of taking a muscle relaxant and a T3 before bed, and reading the novel, Wicked. If you don't know, Wicked is the story of the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West. If haven't read it, you simply must -- it's politically, sexually exciting and richly told.

The imagery of Oz is colorful and beautiful, painting a picture of stunning Renaissance architecture meets high fantasy. With races, dress, customs and mythologies following the same lines. It is crammed full of theological, ethical and moral issues that come off, not as preachy, but absolutely delicious!

The dialogue is amazingly fast paced, witty and intelligent, and the characters deep -- growing and developing with the story.  Every night I have to fight to put the book down -- but Wicked is something I want to savor.

You Attract an Aries

When aggressive, impulsive, egotistical Aries meet you, they've met their match. You can step up to their challenges - and challenge them right back. You can also let an Aries win when you're fighting, while slyly still getting your way. You shower your Aries with much needed praise and affection. But not so much affection that they get complacent!

Hmm... interesting, that.

A month ago I was hired for a job in retail. The pay was alright, the hours were decent, but it was pretty much an over Christmas thing, which was fine for me, I was at a point where I was desperate enough to take anything. I picked up the job quickly, and four days after I started I get a call from my boss. She tells me that the night manager quit and wants to know if I want the job. I do.

My only real issue is that except for our GM and the assistant manager, all of the staff are about as new as I am. I find it hard to be in charge of people who I have no seniority over. I know more about the management end, the till functions, and I came in knowing more about sales and customer relations then most people would ever want to. I'm qualified. Logically, I know that.

My issue is that little voice that tells me I'm not. It says she offered me the job because they couldn't find anyone else, that I have no business tasking other people, and that I need to work harder and be better no matter what I do. This is the same voice that wants to sabotage any of my healthy eating habits by saying things like "why does it matter, you're never going to be the way you want?" or "just quit -- it's easier anyway." This same voice says I will never get published so why bother to write a novel; I'm a hack. Or that I don't deserve what I want, or I don't need it, or I'll never get it anyway.

From a logical stand point I can sit here and type that it's silly. Everything that voice tells me is bullshit. I'm great. But, for some reason when it comes right down to it, I just can't wrap my head around that I am actually good enough. I have confidence issues; most people wouldn't know it to meet me or spend time with me. I don't put myself down (aloud, at least), and I always seem to go for what I want when I want it, and speak my mind. But just because people can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there.

I don't feel I deserve anything, and that needs to stop.

I need to start getting a handle on my life. I need to let a lot of things go and change my thinking. Believe it or not, at one point when I was younger I had a healthy lifestyle. I need to recapture that and start taking care of my body  -- really wanting it for reasons that are right for me. I need to set real goals, write them down and make plans to get there, not just live a life of abstract ideas. Most of all, I need to change how I see myself, and learn to really care about who I am.

I have always defined myself by the people in my life or the man in my bed, and I can't do that. It does me no good. I can't spend my time waiting for the approval or love of other people -- I need to get that from myself.

My relationship is ending in strange circumstances, I need to accept that. It's not on bad terms, it's really what's best for both of us, and we both know that. I have to look at it as what it is, an opportunity to start to really live my life as a whole, independent person; make my own money, have my own place and interests in the city I choose, and start to make life what I want it to be. I need to work my ass off to get what I want, and feel the accomplishment of achievement.

I know it's going to be hard, I don't want it to be easy -- I want it to be earned.

There is cat hair everywhere! I don't know what the deal is with these cats, but since Toben has one black cat and one orange and white, it seems like I just can't win. My black clothes are taking it the hardest, and being that 50% of my wardrobe is black (no, not a goth, I work in retail, and black is a good color for matching dress separates with), I feel like my life is spent with cat fur covering my clothes.

I have a lint roller - it helps, until I set foot outside my room and I get into the area where the cats are allowed. I really don't like cat fur - not even a little (and the fact I have a slight allergy doesn't help). I knew he had cats when we moved in together, and while I wasn't thrilled, it wasn't a big deal -- or so I thought. I'd had cats most of my life up to that point, however, I had primarily outdoor cats, and these little critters are full-time indoor cats.  BIG difference.

The litter box is an issue unto itself, and they are both really... needy. Every time I leave my room they are there, meowing, purring - waiting for me like love-sick stalkers. I've told them both very bluntly that I do not like them, and am not interested in spending time with them, but that seems to only encourage their behavior. But all of that pales in comparison to all the fur! I am not the type of person to want to vacuum the house daily just to clean up after animals.

I'm frustrated -- and, so I've discovered (and much to my surprise) not a cat person. Maybe I am not a pet person at all, though I did alright with my sister's puppy, Alice, when she was down here. Though, I know just watching a dog for a few days and owning one are totally different things. Still, I really enjoyed the time with Alice -- she did like to pee on the floor, but it was an easy clean up, and she did really well for only being partially potty trained. We had fun on our walks, and she was trainable in a way that cats don't seem to be. More to the point, she responded to my style of obedience in a way that cats don't.

I think I will have to spend more time with dogs before I rule out not being a a pet person, but I think I am done with cats.

A very powerful commentary on the vote of Prop 8.

In the world we live in, with all the progress we've made, the miles we've traveled and the steps we have taken, it's sad that this is still an issue. It's sad that it even has to be. We deserve to live in a world where love matters and is encouraged, not shunned.

After all, any kind of love is fine, it's your hate you have to watch.

Please watch the video.

I was just reading the journal of someone I know (she seems to have the MOST interesting adventures, I swear!) and she was talking about orgies and swinging. I'm not by any means anti either of those things, and anyone who knows me will know that I am all for sex, sex and more sex.

I guess, I just don't understand the idea of any type of group sex when you are part of a couple. I can't wrap my brain around it. I'm way too possessive for that, I suppose. What's mine is mine, and I find something so very sexy about someone who feels the same way. (Now, orgies when you're single - that is a horse of a different color! MMF hotness FTW!)

If I am seeing a guy and I see another woman put her hands on him, I have this deep need to just want to kill a bitch. And if I see him touch her, I want to slap him until he bleeds. Maybe I'm just old fashioned like that. =)

Still, I find the idea of couples who swing really interesting (maybe because I don't understand it.) I've heard people say that it adds spice to their sex lives, and I guess I can see that part - kind of like having your cake and eating it too. You can get good and unholy fucked by that guy you're into, and not have to worry that it's cheating on the person you're with. At the same time, if you are wanting to fuck other people to the point you are actually doing it, then why are you in a committed relationship? (Yes, I know a relationship is more then sex - yes, even for me - but even with your partner knowing about it, I still see a bit of a loss of loyalty.  Aren't your pussy and his cock something to be saved for one another?)  Then again, if you're doing it together, is it just something you two are sharing?

I have no idea.

I know it wouldn't work for me.  And in all my orgy fantasies, I've never been a part of a couple, nor has anyone else involved in the act.  Well - with the exception of one, but that really doesn't count as an orgy - more of a gang-bang, I think.  And the couple wasn't exactly a couple, but I digress.

Hmm... more proof I have way too much time on my hands. 

Just came across this on youtube and thought it was pretty good. Obama's got the moves!

Long story short, I have no money, and my cell phone was turned off.   Crappy, but it happens - I was trying my best to pay the bill, but clearly it wasn't good enough because they informed me that if I didn't pay 500 bucks on the spot they would shut the phone off.  Whatever - turn it off then, I am having enough issues trying to pay my rent, let alone a cell phone.

So I call them and ask that; if, while my phone is turned off, if they can take all of the features off of it (because they are still going to charge me all my monthly fees), so that when I am able to pay them, I won't have to pay so much.  Well, it seems they can't make any changes to your account while the service is suspended.  The hell?  I get that I owe them money - fine.  I get that they turned off my phone - fine.  I get that on top of what I am going to owe, I will also have to pay a 25 dollar fee to get the phone turned back on (that's a lot of money for some asshole to press a button), but still - fine.  But, what why the hell can't they take services off so it will make the bill easier to pay back, and I can get it turned back on sooner?  I'll tell you why.  Because they are money hungry blood suckers, that's why.

This is the dumbest thing I have ever heard.  Whether the account is suspended or not, they should still be able to edit it on the computer - but my guess is that even if they wanted to, the customer service reps wouldn't be allowed to because the executives of Rogers (those capitalist jerks) had the software designed so that is not an option, or at the very least will penalize agents that alter services on suspended accounts.

So now, because of this, I will be getting charged an additional 100 dollars a month (my normal monthly fee), on top of what I already owe, so I don't know when I will ever get it paid back.  Just one more way that those corporate assholes found to suck even more money out me. 

I don't know if this is just Rogers or not, but it's horrible.

It reminds me of something George Carlin once said: "whoever coined the phrase let the buyer beware was probably bleeding from the asshole at the time."

Wow... one day, three posts! I'm having a blogging day.

The bedroom is so screwed up right now. I stuffed everything here and there to make room to move in the new bed and now Sir Francis Drake couldn't find my journal with directions and a GPS tracking system. Yeah, it is that bad.  But at least I finally have a nice king-sized bed to roll around on in the night.  And new 450 thread-count sheets to boot!  Good times!

Christmas is coming up, and I've decided this year, I don't want to do gifts.  Really, I don't.  I'm not a Grinch - okay, I am kind of a Grinch - but that's not the point.  The point is that I don't want anything.  Well, unless someone is going to get me that Viper GTS I've always wanted, or can put on the magic hat and restore everything from my hard drive crash.  So, since there is nothing I want, I don't want anyone to buy me anything - and since no one is buying me anything, I'm not buying gifts.

I'll still eat all the good Christmas food, and get myself all fat and jolly.  I'll see the family, and get so drunk I can't stand up (ah, Christmas traditions), and generally enjoy myself - I just won't be getting or giving...er... at least as far as presents go.

Also, on a totally unrelated note - I'm going to rape the entirety of Blizzard Entertainment with a massive, spiked dildo.  How much down time does one server need!?  To quote the infamous Nyhm: "Hi Bliz... know what a server is?  Wanna stop messing them up everytime we have a manintence?"  I know the patch was huge, and I know there were a lot of bugs, but dis be freking stoopid! 

Get it together already, Jesus Christ on a Pogostick!   /rant

There... I think that's it.  I should probably sleep now... sleep - pfft!  Who sleeps?

I snagged this from avianity . So, very fitting. As I keep saying, I was born in the wrong time!

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Happy Birthday gyda_in_calgary ! 
Woo!

Hm... the lack of a job is really kicking my ass.  Actually, less like 'kicking', and more like screwing with an non-lubed, spiked dildo.  I don't recall ever having been this broke, and that is saying something. 

Now that I'm forced into a more limited job selection, I see how much I really took for granted my working options up to this point.  There was a time -- and not too long ago, I might add -- that I could take most any job that came along, and work it with at least average success.  Fast food, retail, factory work, waitressing, blahblahblah.  My only limitations for the work I could take were qualifications - which, for most jobs where I'm concerned, are not a big deal.  I've always been qualified enough to get my foot in the door, or at least an interview, and was able to BS the rest until I actually learned it.  A lot of jobs are easy like that.

Now, having the issues I do with my back, and not being able to work on my feet for too long, i find my selections limited, and the jobs I can take to be needing more in the way of qualifications -- at least more then I have, or can Bullshit my way though.  I've burned through all the call centers in this city over the years, and try as I might, it seems I don't have the qualifications needed to get an interview in the reception, admin or data entry feilds.  All of the hotels that I've been too have no front desk openings, and though I do have some limited managment qualifications, it would only be to places in the service industry where I would pretty much have to stand, lift and act as a regular worker.

I'm frusterated by the opprotunities I don't seem to have at the moment, and even more so by all the years I took for granted complaning about jobs that I would kick a baby to have now.  I'm so talented, it seems a shame that I don't seem to be able to get anywhere.

I guess that's all for now.  Just some muddled thoughts and aggravations.  Bleh!

It's been a long time since I posted here, but I decided I wanted to take up blogging again because it seems I have a lot of time on my hands, and any writing I can do is good.

Speaking of, I made myself a journal for all my stories a while back, but I don't know if I ever posted the link here. Chained Abraxas .

Other then that, not too much newness to report.  Man, is life really that boring, or have I just done things and I don't think they're that interesting?

Life is so strange.

I was having one of the worst days I'd ever had today. Hell, this who week things seem to have gone from bad to worse. I ruined a brand new $400.00 cell phone, and had to spend $200.00 to replace it (not to mention getting roped into a 3-year contract with my horrible cell phone provider over this phone). I had to apply back to a job I hate at a place I swore I would never work for again, I've gained almost 2lbs over the last few weeks (hey, it's a big deal to me), I've gotten writers block and can't seem to get my bearings on my novel, everything is costing me money that I don't have, and life - in general - has been horrible.

Then, today, after running around the mall, almost in tears over that stupid cellphone situation, I check my e-mail. I used to post to a lot of communities that I was interested in, some having a lot to do with emotional/psychological things. In my e-mail inbox I find a reply to a comment I made to someone in one of those communities. I made this reply several months ago.

The gist of this person's reply to me was that my message gave them hope, and made them believe that things were going to be alright. That turned the tide of my whole week. Knowing that I was able to do that for someone is greater then the petty, bad things I was worried about.

I'm not going to mention who this was or what was said, but it was amazing to hear! This has been a really great day.

Sometimes, when I get bored, I read through various LJ communities. The dramas, the funny, funny dramas. What are these people not doing that they have so much time for the dramas?

If you are artistically inclined, or have experience with online art communities, you might want to check this out for a laugh. http://community.livejournal.com/artists_beware/134984.html

That is just one of the goldmines of drama I found today.