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And time stands still, and worries fade into the background, and I am content with my few joys.

A week's worth of back-posting, all in one! YAY!

___ <---Deat sweet Tallest, this depresses me -_-;;;.


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[brandishes AK-47] Anyone want to make a visit to Nick studios with me?

From's Cat Type Test.

'Tif, your cat's a Tugger

Who knew a cat could tug at your emotions like that? Your cat's always doing things that get you right there in the heart. But that shouldn't be surprising considering their personality. There's just something about the way they roll over for a belly-rub, or race to the front door to greet you after a long day that's so endearing!'

And from their inkblot test...

'Tif, your subconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality

The world is a sexy place for you - your erotic self leads the way. Whether this is because you're presently in a great physical relationship or simply want one, you are much more aware of the sexual undertones in situations than most people.

This heightened focus, coupled with your vivid imagination, can make you more likely to have original - at times risqué - interpretations of things that other people might see as innocuous.

Your subconscious is telling you that you are very much alive, and have a great deal of passion to bring to life.'


The weather is so beautiful out right now. It FEELS like Halloween. Which I love. That slight chill in the air, just enough to give me an excuse to wear my trenchcoat. The fresh scent on the wind, a scent that's sharp and bracing. The absence of the horrendous SUN that's been plaguing me for months -_-;;; (I love summer because I hate the cold, but damn it, I can't stand sunlight.) I left the window open while I cleaned my room today. In this weather, I just want to go find a field somewhere and sit, and read, and enjoy being alive. Or to visit the cornfield maze, preferably one of the nights it's the haunted maze. Or to just drive around in the dark, with Wallflowers on the tape deck and the window rolled down. I'll be doing the maze thing soon, and tomorrow night we'll be going to the casinos for a few hours, which means a good 45 minute drive each way, with my newly dubbed Junior/Senior and Semisonic cassette to keep mom and I company.


Dear sweet Tallest I love THIS MAN. It makes me all misty-eyed to see such strong supporters of Pete, one of my absolute favorite characters in the X-Men universe, and one of the most abused. And this guy actually WROTE Pete in a short story anthology and seems to be a close friend of Ellis, Pete's creator. Now I must hunt down these non-Excalibur appearances Pete seems to have made O_O.

Steve wants to know what Pete's all about. So I provide with Pete*Quotage. And Pete/Kitty*Quotage, as they're just so damn adorable, and snarky, and one of the only het pairings I truly love and will defend whole-heartedly. YAY!

"The truth is out there -- and it's got bloody great teeth."

Kitty: Mister Jardine, this is going to sound funny, but -- why are you helping Pete? He doesn't seem like the type to inspire loyalty, if you know what I mean.

Jardine: If you mean he's a rude, unpleasant toerag, then say so. He is. He also saved my daughter's life in China four years ago, and took three bullets doing it. And when I asked him why he did that for a complete stranger --which she was --he said "It needed doing." Remember Big Fat Doyle from the pub? Pete STOLE a Black Air chopper to get him to the hospital when his appendix ruptured. "Needed doing," he said. We help Pete Wisdom because he's spent his whole life on his own, but however much he likes to cover it up -- he cares about people.

Pete (walking in): All right, you can stop talking about me now.

Kitty: You think we don't have better things to talk about than YOU, Wisdom?

"Don't even think about it, mate. Even if she WAS interested -- and she's ten years younger than you, so why would she be? -- it's safer on your own. No one else gets hurt."

Kitty: All Americans learned about England from that film. London fog, cobblestone sidewalks...

Pete: I'll cobblestone you in a, no, I'm rotten with computers.

Kitty: Lucky you brought me along, then, isn't it?

Pete: You know computers?

Kitty: I'll have you know I am the GODDESS of computing. You can worship me a bit later if you want.

Pete: Don't put ideas into my head.

Shrine (exploring Pete's memories): You were inserted into the area via helicopter, entirely alone... Good grief, you were expected to disable them all YOURSELF? I can see it in your mind now, so clearly, more vivid than before...the terrorist's spotter chopper was between you and the fortress entrance. You recognized the pilot sitting in the chopper from your briefing -- a family man, involved with the group simply because he thought it was right -- hold on -- no, you COULDN'T have --

Pete: Thass right... drove a bunch of my hotknives right into its fuel tank...keep lookin'...

Shrine: Oh, God. You went inside. OH GOD. What...What're you doing to them?

Pete: I'm killing them all, Shrine. I saved this memory especially for you, Shrine. Keep looking around, Shrine, and you'll see some entrails laying in the snow...remember them steaming...

Shrine: Such...such CARNAGE...such calm in your mind...You're a MONSTER. Oh. Oh, -no-...

Pete: A little stressed, are we? You miserable little button-pusher -- You've never had to deal with an honest emotion in your life, have you? I specifically dug this memory out of my mind, arranged it in my head, pushed it to the front so you HAD to find it. I have to accept what I've done, and move on, try to become someone better. You try to control, to experiment with emotions -- and that ain't the way it works. How does REAL LIFE taste, Shrine? If you spend your entire life just watching -- you'll never develop the stuff to live it. [pours wine on Shrine's unocnscious (dead?) head]...And your wine was horrible.

Pete: This phasing thing... ye know, since this pretty much constitutes my resignation from Black Air -- maybe we could turn to a life of crime or something.

Kitty: A mutant Bonnie and Clyde? Who'd buy that?

Pete: Oh come on -- the Dynamic Duo, Pryde and Wisdom. How's that? Like Starsky and Hutch, Butch and Sundance.

Kitty: Ren and Stimpy.

Pete: I get the impression we're no longer popular.

Kitty: Don't jump to conclusions. For all I know, it was a present from another of your weird friends.

Pete: My weird friends? Look who's bleedin' talking...Besides, most of my friends are DEAD.

Kitty: I can see why. What have we wandered into this time?

Pete: Taxi! C'mon, don't be afraid...we're with the Dangerous Sports Club...

Kitty: Nice hotel suite Mr. Jardine got us. Great view. Can we go down to that park later?

Pete: I told you, I don't LIKE fresh air.

Kitty: Creep. Did room service bring you enough forms of poison, then?

Pete: I told you -- cigarettes and scotch are my FOOD.

Pete: He just tried to fossilize my head! ...Don't say a word, Pryde...

Kitty: Wasn't going to.

Pete: Can we get a taxi?

Kitty: We walk.

Pete: Can I get a taxi?

Kitty: Only if I can go shopping.

Pete: We walk.

Various bad guys with guns: We'd like a word with you. But we can just as easily kill you here and now.

Pete: Is that right?

Kitty: Well, we wouldn't want to argue with two gunmen...and three unarmed men...would we?

Pete: GOD, no. ...Try not to kill any of 'em, Kitty.

Pete: You made me throw my cigarette away. You must be punished.

Pete (as Kitty fights): I'll just stop and watch if that's all right with you.

Kitty: Sure. These guys aren't much of a -- umf-- workout, but it'll do. I suspect, though, that you just like watching me get sweaty. Which is fine...but a bit of applause and general worshiping couldn't hurt, too.

Pete: Kitty, are you nearly done? I think you're just playing now...

Kitty: Give me a minute, this one's still got his eyes open.

Pete (to one of said bad guys, lying on the floor with his nose all over his face): You see that beautiful woman dancing on the throats of you gunmen? That's my girlfriend, that is.

Kitty: You're a bad influence on me, Wisdom. If anyone asks, then you made me do it.

Kitty: Last time I looked, I held American citizenship, bub.

Pete: Bub?

Pete: Oh, for God's sake, will you bunch of whining toerags please snap out of it?

Kitty: That's Charles Xavier she's talking about --

Pete: And so what? What exactly can we do about that? A while ago you were accepting that Baldy no longer EXISTED. Put the angst away. Okay, the bomb's dropped. Life goes on. No amount of sulking or worrying changes that. We've got our own lives to live. In that regard, in five minutes time, I am using the autopilot on the Midnight Runner and taking it down to the pub. If I go on my own, I go on my own.

Kitty: Well. Wait up, you horrible english git. While I'm around, you don't have to go anywhere on your own.

Rewards Drive started yesterday. FUCKBEANS!!! I HATE the Rewards Drive, I really do. I got so burned out on it last year, and because I pretty much blew everyone else out of the water (I sold more than anyone in all of the Southern Stores franchise, yay me :P) they'll be expecting me to sell the things like hell this go around. And I don't think I can. My heart's just not in it now. Plus I'll be gone a full week of the competition (BRIDGIENESS, YAY!!!). Actually, the last week of the competition O_o. Oh well. Good riddance I guess. Michael's already sold 10 Rewards Memberships, and I've sold a grand total of 0, yay!! I wasn't on register at all yesterday (too busy moving THE ENTIRE FUCKING NEW RELEASE WALL, JOY!!!) for which I'm grateful. Oh well, I'll do what I can do, take the little bit of money the Rewards will give me, and just don't sweat it if I don't come anywhere near last year's sales.


My X-Men: Evo DVDs finally came. FUCK YES. And I will never order from again, yay!


I must write horribly angsty unrequited love ficcage for my babeh. But I have no ideas, OMG ;_;.


A certain someone's finally showing up in the RP. YAY ^_^. [loves all over him]


Mid-South Fair!!! The Mid-South Fair was this past week, yay! I got to go twice, once free (thanks to Co-Worker Aimee giving me a free ticket she'd won).

The first night it was me, Trey, mom and Allen. Mom and Allen went off and did their thing, for most of it, while I spent my first visit being the one in charge, with Trey in tow. We wandered around some of the buildings, saw Timmy's picture entered in the school art competition (a picture he wasn't aware he'd entered, heh XD), and finally wandered around Libertyland Amusement Park, which is wonderful at night, once you get into the less crowded areas. We saw a cute little toad, hee. He was all brown and, and...CUTE. As toads tend to be [smirk]. We spent $4 on a ride on the carousel, whee!! As it was starting I turned to Trey and said, "You know, wouldn't it be funny if mom called while the ride was going to tell us they were ready to go?" And surprise surprise, SHE DID. O_o I r a mind-reader. ph34r meh. [makes spooky finger wigglies]

That night we also saw a group of kids, about four of them, one of which was wearing a Ride The Pig shirt. YAY! We passed them like six times, in different parts of the fair. Alas, though, I wasn't wearing Zim*Pot, aside from my watch and hat.

Things I acquired during the fair:
Yumminess from the deep-fried Snickers bar I ate (yes, you heard right, DEEP-FRIED SNICKERS BAR)
A wax mold of my hand, a red one, on which I can hang bracelets and things
Some nice blood-red shades, for when I get my contacts again :P
A bracelet, kinda black rubber with a metal clasp, engraved with the words Bondage*Whore (Ah, the look on the guy's face when I wrote that one down XD. I laughed and told him it was an inside joke. Heh.)

The second day just mom and I went. We didn't stay till dark, but that wasn't so bad because it was the last day, not to mention wristband day, so there were tons of PEOPLE there. Which is a bad thing. We had another DEEP-FRIED SNICKERS BAR. We started to go to the reptile show again, but though the programs said 4 pm, it wasn't until 6:30, so we hung around and ate some chicken. I then talked to the guy who ran the show (America's answer to Steve Irwin, only not so hyper), starting off with questions about my ball python, then waiting to see if he actually wanted to talk more. He did, and we talked about snakes, writing (he tried being a writer, but gave up after far too many rejections. He and his wife were going to do children's books together, but they got frustrated that she couldn't illustrate it the same way he saw it in his head.), and other things. I mentioned wanting a piebald ball python , which is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet. He said by the time I'm ready to buy one they'll probably be down to a couple hundred dollars, which is a nice drop from the $10,000 price tag on one right now O_o.

Anyway, after that we went behind the reptile trailer-thingy, and found the miniature horse show! Yay! There were lots of people with these tiny little horses (I've seen bigger dogs in my time), and they were showing them and riding around in little tiny horse-drawn buggies! Like this! So cute! I got to pet one. He felt like I imagine Kurt probably does, like some really fine, expensive velvet. Mmmm...[rubs on Kurt, oh yeah]

We sat and watched that for about two hours, until time for the bear show. The bear show was in the middle of the fair, which put us back in the teeming throng of human filth, unfortunately. But the bears were cute, and they were celebrity bears! They'd been in several movies, including being models for the animators in Brother Bear.

After the bear show, back to the reptiles! Finally! The show was different that day. As it was the last day, they decided to just pack up all the animals after getting them out for show, so they picked one person out of the audience to help handle each one. Except for the two caiman, of course O_o. Now that was fun XD. Those little buggers have teeth. They also had a HUGE alligator snapping turtle. I mean HUGE. The thing must've been almost three feet long. It's TAIL was like 8-10 inches long, and ridged like some dinosaur's. Tres cool. I didn't get to help hold the ball python [sniffle] BUT I got something even better. I was one of the six to hold the 17 FOOT LONG BURMESE!!! He was absolutely gorgeous!!! He weighed 180 lbs, and I got the heaviest part, the tail XD. Damn that's a hefty snake. And so beautiful. I was beaming like an idiot the entire time, and kept rubbing his smooth scales. Much loves for the python, yes.

After that we made our way to the exit, back through the TEEMING THRONG OF MADNESS. Some random middle-aged black guy stopped me to say he loved my trenchcoat XD. All in all the fair was a great deal of fun this year, moreso than last year I think. It's always a little sad to see it go, even when half-the-time there's not really anything to DO there.

Oh well. I've got Halloween to look forward to. Nothing's gonna bring me down for long ^_^. [SNUGGLES Bridgie]

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