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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeAug 15th 2012
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    Dead Can Dance

    DEAD Can Dance

    Dead CAN Dance

    Dead Can DANCE

    Dead CAN DANCE

    DEAD CAN Dance

    DEAD CAN DANCE

    It's a damned good thing a true, literal orgasm from excellent music is a bit beyond me. It came close tonight though. Repeatedly. Thank you, god, for Dead Can Dance.
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    @city creed take the time, turn off the noise, recover and attack it with a vengeance when you get back. Safe travels.
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    Okay, not really sure what happened. I've been all over the place this summer, and I've also heard that my novel will be published next spring. I've had a huge stage fright in starting to edit the second draft of the damn thing, the first draft got finished about 1,5 years ago and I've hardly touched it after that.

    Brace yourself for corny: last Saturday, after a couple of days of heavy carousing, I decided to fuck off to the wilderness to calm down a bit. Took my tent and a backpack and holed out on this island in a nearby national park / wildlife reserve. I ended up sleeping really weirdly - joints ached like fuck and the honking water fowl and occasional humans on the other side of the still lake kept dragging me semi awake, and at one point I'm sure I shouted "oh no, not the rabbit - shit, this is a dream!" out aloud. But yeah, then suddenly something started talking to me and what it said was "get to the editing, you whiny little wanker bitch, like this" and I started seeing some notations and book pages.

    Woke up feeling O_o, got to the city, sat down in a cafe, two hours vanished and the structure of the first quarter of the book was revamped. Fast forward to 2am and the rest of the book was defragged. Been re-writing it like a fuck the whole week, even skipped work this Monday to do it. This morning I woke up like "*bling* eyes open, now the shit that despaired me yesterday makes sense, no time for pants" and... well, you get the gist.

    I'm not complaining. Not one iota. I'm just finding this unbearably corny - a first time writer goes to a wilderness and has a dream that helps him write, for fuck's sake :D But shit, I just might have the fucker ready 'till the end of the year, and the second draft ready for Monday.
    • CommentAuthorflecky
    • CommentTimeAug 16th 2012 edited
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    The rehab assessment was good. The staff there seemed like genuine and honest people and it's situated in an really nice area; plenty of trees, hills, bits of water called streams - that sort of thing. They've even got a cool dog that sat in the office as I answered all the questions and stuff. The main building is impressive; art rooms, woodwork areas, compooter rooms, educational things, a building-bikes-from-wrecks yard, and other time-killing shit.

    Maybe my brain is just old and scrambled, but the place had a really healthy feel to it; I'm not used to healthy, so that's a bonus!

    So I 'passed the test' and the woman who assessed me - she's an ex-junkie who seemed very bright - offered me a place there; reckon I'll go for it, thank ye kindly, ma'am!

    In a planet full of some 'orrible shite, that's gotta be worth a hug.
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      CommentAuthornelzbub
    • CommentTimeAug 16th 2012
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    @ Vorn and @ Flecky - congratulations to you both. good luck with the next steps.
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      CommentAuthorglukkake
    • CommentTimeAug 17th 2012
     (10779.6)
    @flecky places with good dogs are good places, true facts!
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    @flecky: That is terrific news, man!
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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeAug 18th 2012
     (10779.8)
    My company opened a new play - THE CITY by Martin Crimp, a Brit and well known in the English/European circles but a niche guy over here. Anyway, damn good theatre and I didn't have to sweat to make it. Just got to watch, kick back, let my mind and my heart free and then afterwords there was champagne, cheese, crackers and fun and roving conversations about art and performance.

    Lovely.
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    I danced for five hours straight last night.

    I has a tired.
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    @flecky: Sounds great! I hope you get to go soon.

    @razrangel: Glad to hear you have an easy play coming up.

    @JP Carpenter: Dancing makes a good tired. :)

    Last night I had my parents over for some card games and found out that Watson (cat) had been missing since Friday morning. That my mom had looked everywhere she could think of, and to top it off, there are young eagles that have been flying over the land more than the lake. I was really worried (complete with dreams about it). Thankfully, I got a call this morning from my mom, telling me that he had been on a neighbor's roof. He climbed up a pine tree, got on the roof, and well, ya know. I guess the eagles aren't that hungry? Anyway, he's safe at home, and as of this morning making up for previous lost meals. I think I'll be stopping by tonight to give him some extra pettings.
    • CommentAuthorArgos
    • CommentTimeAug 20th 2012
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    Omg, please give your cat extra pettings. I had to put my cat of 13 years down this past Saturday, and while I was fine for most of the day, I totally lost it when I went to bed and started weeping. I am so glad to hear he was found safely.
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    Yay for Flecky.

    As for me, I got to see Die Antwoord open for Jane's Addiciton. I might not ever get to see TOOL again, but at least I've finally seen Jane's. I crammed myself up to the front, nearly got in two girl fights, and was in great great pain the next day, but it was SOOOOO WORTH IT!

    Navarro
    (no, it's not entirely in focus, but whatever, it looks like he's LOOKING AT ME)

    guh.
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      CommentAuthorAlan Tyson
    • CommentTimeAug 20th 2012 edited
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    Well, my car is safely (I hope) in the shop, and I've been told it's gonna be on the top of the docket for tomorrow. Learned that it should all be covered under warranty, which is excellent news.

    I hope my baby comes home soon.

    Edit to add: I'm pretty sure this is what I looked like when my car stalled the first time.

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      CommentAuthortaphead
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2012
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    Whoops. I accidentally all the parts for a Jazzmaster and a Telecaster. I this bad?

    Nothing left now but the old elbow grease.
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      CommentAuthorFinagle
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2012 edited
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    (Will only make sense to Britons)

    Today was Results Day. my good friends kid got 5 GCSE A* this year. One B, and the rest A's.

    I am led to believe that this year, that is pretty damn good. Something about the grading being tougher. Yeah?
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    @Argos: I totally did. Hugs to you, so sorry to hear that you had to lose your kitty.

    @Finagle: I am the one of that rare non-Brits who actually know about GCSEs. I actually took IGCSE courses in the boarding school I was at during early high school. Kudos to that kid, that's awesome. I hope they do well with their A and O levels when they come up.
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      CommentAuthorphill_sea
    • CommentTimeAug 24th 2012
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    @Vorn
    Thanks for sharing your experience here, it's good for other creatives to see that sort of thing, imo. Also, I think you're in good company with your "First time writer's story" since our current benefactor had a similar experience while snorkeling, as I recall: an immersion in nature that lead to an extended moment of clarity.

    @Flecky
    Congrats on passing their tests, hopefully this extended trip into a more natural environment will be as good for you as it was Vorn. *Hugs*

    @Rachael
    Those are awesome pictures of some rock legends: Nicely Done.
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    I'm back home, and I got married.

    The week before the wedding, my ma called and said that her doc told her that she had cancer. Apparently she found a lump in her stomach and the doc had done some tests. When the results came back the doc would set up a new appointment to go over results. Instead, the on-call doc just called her up and basically said, "Yeah, it looks like you have cancer so you should probably come see your doctor."

    After meeting the specialist, he calmed things down and said until there's a biopsy, don't nobody know shit. So I flew into town and stayed with the folks until the surgery was over. They got the fat bastard out (along with a mini bastard) on Thursday last week, and the doc's don't think it is cancer, but they're still testing it.

    So then I flew home on Friday, and got married on Saturday, and everything went off without a hitch.

    Followed up the wedding with the 12 week prenatal visit that included an ultrasound with the baby doing flips and being very active. It just looked like a little fetus person waving their arms and legs and jumping around having a little womb-party going "WEEEEE!!!!" and that seemed like a good thing to us.
    Also the nurse thinks she may have seen a penis. Stay tuned, I find out for sure on my birthday.

    Names, for a boy, we like Callahan as a first name, to honor my stepdad, Pop's last name. We'd call him Cal for short. And a girl we like Fiona.
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    @phill_sea:

    I've been very interested with my dreams and gone through them since early teen age, and I'm amused how my subconscious doesn't even try anymore. :)

    @rach:

    Hmm, in several threads some of your photo links are broken for me, like that latest one from here. Some of the photos work, some don't - is it just me or others too?
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    Okay, color me surprised, I didn't really call this. About 2-3 months deep into the diet change (drop beef, pork and chicken, cut down on dairy and processed grain), and holy fuck I'm feeling good. I'm not living that much healthier otherwise than before, in some regards maybe a bit worse, but the subjective physical wellbeing has simply skyrocketed. Any other such experiences here?

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