"If there is at least one person in your life who you consider a close friend,
and who you would not have met without being part of any online community,
post this sentence in your journal."
You know whom you are.
You like it when eroticism has been built up to
such a level that it only takes a sexy look to
make you feel weak at the knees. Sexual games
really appeal since, for you, good sex happens
in the brain.
The subtle lover is a master of eroticism because a
subtle mind can take hold of fine nuances of
suggestion and allow them to develop into
something creative and different. You are
fortunate in having such a distinctive
imagination linked with the ability to
understand your unique and special sexual
impact. The downside is that as a subtle lover
you may come to require elaborate fantasies for
total satisfaction. A major task in life,
therefore, is to discover a partner whose
inventiveness and imagination match up - a mind
and personality that compliment your own. This
will not always be easy, but it's definitely
worth holding out for the right person.
Together you can explore an exciting world of
luscious sensuality and pure eroticism that
most couples desire but never attain.
How Erotic a Lover are You?
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Loneliness dominates you. You can hide it well, but
its there, and your friends can see it. You
constantly feel alone, and need to do things to
fill your time. Your afraid to tell people
this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad
way, and you think you screwed up everything.
And when you are in love is when you are sad
the most. (Please Vote)
What Emotion Dominates you?
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--Dune, The Machine Crusade--
Individually and collectively, humans are driven by sexual energy. Curiously, they construct great edifices around their actions in an attempt to conceal this.
Pain is always more intense than pleasure...and more memorable.
The human mind, facing no real challenges, soon grows stagnant. Thus it is essential for the survival of mankind as a species to create difficulties, to face them, and to prevail.
- If you could meet any musical superstar who would it be and why?
- If you could only save 1 item from your home/life excluding pets, what would it be?
- What was your favorite toy while growing up?
- If you had to dress in one color for the rest of your life, what color would it be?
- What was your least favorite subject in school?
- If you could be great at any sport, what would it be?
- If you could have any 1 super power, what would it be and why?
- How many cds or mp3s are in your current collection? (an estimate is ok)
- What year was your favorite birthday? (ie. "my 19th birthday")
- If you could swap places with any rich/famous person, who would it be and why?
This is hard for me. Of modern music, I think I'd choose Depeche Mode for complicated reasons. They music they produce has touched my soul in so many ways, they were one of the first bands I chose to like of my own accord, and their music is so damned beautiful. :)
A bit of a cheat, given the question wording, but. My cat's ashes. They are the only thing in this apartment to which I owe a promise. Everything else can be replaced.
LEGO'S!!!! Hell, if anyone has any doubt of that now that I've grown up, they obviously don't know me/haven't been to my apartment. :)
Black is the only good answer for this. Or white, but I look like a blotchy corpse in all white.
English. Words are a form of communication. Let me communicate without your stupid rules.
So many to choose from...I think I'd go for mentat super powers. If you don't know what that is, read Dune, by Frank Herbert. I mean, being empathic would be nice, casting magic would be nice, being able to fly would be nice, being able to read minds would be nice...but really. Being able to think, computer like, with all the human powers of intuition, would be an amazing thing.
MP3's: Just over 1000. CD's? (checks) ~125?
Favourite birthday? Christmas I could tell you, but birthday? We'll say this one, because quite frankly, it was amazing. Description to follow.
Oh. That's rough. If it was a straight swap, and I had to have their life, I think I'd choose ...No, he's a scientologist. Um. Brad Pitt? He's a good choice. Rich, classy, no weird associations that I'm aware of.
In other news, looking for ideas for my journal. If you ever have technical issues with my journal, please, let me know. =) If you ever have any ideas for journal styles, also, please, let me know. :) Pondering being over radical and looking into hacking up my desktop. For example this fellow is using windows XP. How f* cool is that. I fear however for my very sanity were I to become one of these people. I would be forever tweaking my desktop, frittering away my time. But oh so pretty. PRETTY DAMN YOU.
As of late I've felt very hemmed in at home. I have this rampaging urge to clean that will eventually spiral out of control, everything will be cleaned room to room. And then, due to entropy, everything will shortly be worse again. =) But at least I don't have to work for the rest of the week. Who knows what I could get accomplished in that time. It might even be something useful.
Thanksgiving was a blast. My mom and I exchanged birthday gifts (our birthdays are just days apart), and I think my dolphin sun catcher thing is oh so cool. I have no place to hang it in my apartment without drilling into the ceiling, which I don't think I'll do, but it is something I'm going to add to the collection for future use (along with dolphin wind chimes, for example). For my mother I gave her blue and white snowflaked Christmas themed serving platters. One is a, well, think vegetable dish. Well in center with divided subsections around it. The other is 3 squares in a row. Platter like? She seemed to like them, so I hope all is well. She likes snowflakes and if you get her waxing, she loves snow too. Though behind a glass window, with a fireplace next to her. :)
We ate porterhouse steak (1.5 lb a piece baby!) covered in a white mushroom sauce. The side was my mother's French onion soup, which, I kid you not, she could easily sell for 5 dollars a cup. It's my mother's signature dish and one I'm going to beg her to make as often as I can. =) For dessert, since it was my birthday, she served carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Very nummy. Afterwards we sat in front of the fireplace and played board games for the rest of the day. Parcheesi (I won one, my mother won the other game), trivial pursuit (Kudo's go to Bri), and Scrabble (I won, though I think my mother received the best word title: gaiety) were the games of choice. Quite frankly, this is one of the best birthday's I've had in a long time, rivaling the best Christmas ever. =) So thank you to those that had a part in it. My Aunt for her card, wingedpixi for hers, melydia for hers (and the ever frustrating little puzzle gift, I still can't get all the balls in the damned castle), and hisdaffodil for her cookies. Yum. Moral of the story, for all my joy in technical things, as one hobbit has said: If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
Lately my holiday's have been swinging upwards. This is good, because I can remember the dread and disappointment they bred in me as a young teen. I hope the trend continues, for I would like to become a better person for it.
Speaking of being a better person, the other thing I did on Thanksgiving (of note) was to go to the actual family Thanksgiving. My mother and I are both solitary creatures and are both radically different from the greater family unit, so I suppose I should mention this. Nearly everyone in my immediate family was there, except the eldest cousin Abby (Abigail). She lives in Chicago now and rarely visits. She was supposedly having Thanksgiving with the extended family she lives with out there. A side note: I am the oldest of the immediate family child-wise. Though I guess to be honest I have a nephew now. Not that I've met said nephew. Hell, my Aunt has only met said nephew once. Sadly, Jimmy has become estranged from his family. But he did show up, sans his wife (who apparently can't stand my Aunt, and I am so informed, the feeling is now mutual due to her snubbing) a woman I've never met. So we were mostly all there. I wish I knew my cousins better. I remember roughhousing with Jimmy (who didn't snap at me for calling him that. He hates it. He'd rather be Jim now.) and being a boy, something I didn't get much of an opportunity to do except in my own mind. I remember the girls (Abby, Alison, and Angela) laughing at us. There is now Joey, but he's more than 10 years younger than me, I was 'grown up' by the time he was born, and the family's had separated out a bit. Anyways. Wish I knew them better, because they're all people now with distinct styles (Alison has a tattoo!) and personalities (though Joey is a bit young (between 10 and 13..), and his is still forming). And I know so little about them. I wonder if this is my fault, nobody's fault...and how to rectify it in any sort of non-awkward manner. We all live in the same city! This shouldn't be hard. But I can't think of anything. Anyways. I went to Thanksgiving. Alison had cooked everything but the turkey. Damn it was good. I had a plate, knowing I had to save room for the above mentioned feast with my mom, but I still couldn't resist eating everything (turkey, garlic herb potatoes, stuffing) down to the plate. =) I think the topper was the baked pear for dessert. Pear, cut in half, brown sugar, granola...rar yum. Bri said it sounds like a crumble or a crisp? I don't care. Still good. We shared drink and good cheer, though I think the 'kids' mostly carried the conversation. =)
Now how could I have forgotten the other family members. The pets! At my Aunts house was the dog, which is why Bri wasn't there. She was cute. She still wouldn't let me touch her. She's very shy of strangers. Apparently it's taken Alison's two year long boyfriend 10 months (the length of ownership on said dog) to let the dog become enough used to him to allow for the occasional petting. But my mother's cats were without a doubt well aware of their status as Dominant Animals. Though when Athena...lol. This requires an explanation. There is a electrical organ piano tucked arc-length across a corner, this means there is space behind the corner. The cats are not supposed to go down there. When my mother catches them, she squirts them, tells them no, etc. So. Athena. Perched on top of organ, looks down. My mother: No! Athena readies to jump. My mother gets water bottle. Sprays cat. Cat jumps down. Mom sprays cat again, with the No!. Cat jumps up. My mom moves to walk away. Cat jumps down behind organ. Repeat this process several times. OMFG we were all laughing, and Athena was wet and had no clue why her humans were laughing at her and she was so humiliated.
Oh good times, good times. Though I could have done without the massive allergy attack I had. It left me pretty weak. So come the next day, for the party at ayradyss and lakos, I wasn't feeling so up to par. Of course I couldn't resist playing with the kittens either. I love cats. ;) These two had this amazing ability to get into spaces they shouldn't have been. And then of course not be able to get out. Which was a source of much amusement. "Does anyone know how Kai got into the closet?" "No, how did you know he was in there?" "Well, the paw waving frantically under it as I walked past was my first clue." Zev got into my lap of her very own accord which made my heart melt. I think she knows that she's my favourite. I like her brother, but. Also, their names full and spelt would be nice to know (hinthint!). The party had 31 people. I spent most of the time pre food sequestered upstairs because my person-phobia was kicking in. I did however get to blither at dragoni82, for which I'm sure she wishes she could have spent the time elsewhere. But it made me feel better, so thank you. =)
Then food! Traditional thanksgiving fair. Even sentient cranberries. Then the game Apples to Apples (there is an expansion set for this game!!). For ayradyss: The game I was trying to remember, Bri informs me, was Rumours. After food I felt much more balanced and able to deal with the world, so I went and was mostly a statue, but one that occasionally made people amused. I think the comment from one of ayradyss sister's friends: "I don't know him, how do I know what he thinks is good." was by far the funniest thing I heard about me. For the record (Rachel?), I like you. You're cute and witty. =) After the game was over, I drifted out into the living room / wandered. Eventually I ended up staring at the LJ list, which, of 31 people at party, I think the list was 20 people long. And it's not even primarily through the LJ that we have met! After that, of course, was the video games. DDR being the notable. I need to get better at the game. I may buy a ps2 and a nice pad (think 350 dollars all told) with a good copy of DDR (this requires version input) for this sole purpose. Well, really because I know it would provide a good workout. And it would keep my feet to eye action good. I mean, I have good finger control, but DDR has made me realize 2 things: my sense of rhythm is bad. I only thought Elizabeth was kidding once upon a time...and the other is that eye to foot coordination isn't as good as I thought it was. And having this pad would annoy the neighbors beneath me. They of many arguments at all hours of the night and day with music to boot.
But really I know that me spending that much money is a pipe dream :) And Bri will loathe: Where the heck would I put a pad like that!
After much DDR fun, and me needing to take off my shirt, game popularity wore down. Mostly because anyone who wanted to play had already exhausted themselves. :) So I began to play Tekken. For a while I was alone, then two people came along and threatened to school me. This is a challenge. I knew within two matches of the first challenger that he was better than me. The second challenger was never a contest. He whupped me. It was more amusing for me to watch them play. They also informed me of a (to me) little known tekken feature, that is, the ability to program the top 4 buttons to do useful things. Like say one button push for both rp and rk. Impressive says I thoughtfully. :) Again with the playstation 2 lack doth I note. After that, there was a bit of half hearted attempt to play Soul Caliber 2. Then after that was the movie Italian Job. I wanted to leave before that, but then they were going to watch that and I just couldn't pass that movie up. It's too much fun, even with the DVD player and it being a poopoo head and skipping out on some of the fun minicooper action.
So that was my Thanksgiving. tinarobin gave me the best birthday wish out of all the people who wished me happy birthday. This is not to belittle the rest of you, but hers was incredibly sweet, and I am forever thankful to her for her continuing friendship and support.
I can be so easily distracted by catalogs. Victoria Secret taunts me (I'm so tempted to get women in my life gift certificates with the admonition: whatever you buy, I get to see.) and Bed Bath and Beyond has neat things. Like dish sets! In their own holder. With everything!! And razors. I want a nice electric razor. And..and...stuff. :) Oh the God of consumerism.
The only strange conundrum in my life is that while I and Bri are supposedly 'apart', it doesn't much feel like that while she stays here. We've just...I dunno. Cooled down.
So. We'll leave this here. Happy is as happy does.
Winter cometh. Which reminds me. First day of snow this year was on Thanksgiving which prompted me to say: Give thanks, winter is here. And besides, I'm being asked to crack Bri's back in her oh so subtle way.