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I finished my funeral home certificate.  I'm now job-hunting.  I'm writing quite a bit these days.  I'd like some feedback, but---

Journals and facebook feed is loaded with tragedy and making me feel like a total bitch for wanting some attention.  

Logical me: Attention is a human need.  Don't feel bad for wanting some.

Emotional me: Everyone else is going through such trials and you want feedback for a self-indulgent Middle Earth fanfic you wrote?!
  • Listening to: Vinyl
  • Reading: Funeral Director Education materials
  • Watching: Asl videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Baby 3 Musketeers
  • Drinking: Mike's Harder Lemonade
Found out I'm losing my hearing. Like, officially.  Can't say how much or how bad it's going to get yet, because they have to take repeated hearing tests to see if it's still degrading but I have enough hearing loss in lower registers that I can't hear normal conversation in noisy environments.  I had a donor at work with a voice like Isaac Hayes ask me for a tissue in a nearly empty room and I had to ask him to repeat himself three times.

It's not at the point at the moment where hearing aids are really necessary, but we'll have to see how far it goes.  I'm trying to look on the bright side; like, I'll learn ASL and stop talking.  That way people will have to work to communicate with me and I think that will cut out a lot of bullshit.  I can cut to the front of boarding lines and if people protest, I'll be like: *signing* and I think most people will give it up rather than push the issue.  I'll push my way to the front of concerts and if people protest I'll be like: I have hearing loss!  I have to be this close!  I'll get away with murder!
  • Listening to: Vinyl
  • Reading: Funeral Director Education materials
  • Watching: Asl videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Baby 3 Musketeers
  • Drinking: Mike's Harder Lemonade

Interesting day. A slip neighbor and I just helped someone with a 62' yacht tie up. He gave us a beer and $20 for it and a tour of his enormous yacht.

The real hilarity was the 'crew quarters'.

He had three separate quarters up top, one of which just had a pair of twin beds in it and Tom (the neighbor) was like: this is the crew quarters. And one of the three men aboard said: Oh no, the crew quarters are down below!

So the owner took us out back on the deck, lifted up a cushion and showed us a ladder leading down to a flat bed with a sink and toilet both within arm's reach of it.

I flat out said, right in front of the guy: 'If this was my 'burial at sea' boat, that is where I would put the corpse.'

Tom about choked, but the owner then rounded on me and started asking me questions about being buried at sea. I answered them to the best of my ability. He seemed surprised by the fact that yes, fish will eat your body.

I said that if you wanted to be buried at sea, you should be okay with the fact that fish will eat your body. He laughed and said: Circle of life!

As soon as we left and started walking back to our dock, Tom was like: If you're bad, they put you in the hole! Get in your hole!

  • Listening to: Alestorm - Surf Squid Warfare
  • Reading: Funeral Director Education materials
  • Watching: Abroad in Japan
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Spaghetti Sandwiches
  • Drinking: Clubtails Sex on the Beach
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the nice birthday wishes!  :iconbutteredlemons: even made me some art!

A Gift of Martin Freeman by ButteredLemons

I have recovered a bit from my low ebb, even though I am infinitely frustrated with work and it's stupid bullshit.  On that note, I have gone back to school.  I am currently in trade school to be a funeral director. Working with the dead is something I've been interested in for a while, but I really, really, really, really didn't want to go back to school.  A tech school is a bit better, since they'll just teach me the trade and I won't have to pay $300 per credit hour for Underwater Basketweaving.

The weather here is crap, as I'm sure it is across most of the US.  So the crabs haven't come out of hibernation yet, so no fresh crabs for my birthday dinner.  I am making a strawberry cake, though, so yummy!

Art wise, I've been absolutely bingeing on Bagginsheild over at Archive of Our Own.  My new love is Modern AU where Thorin swears.  I don't know why, I can picture just about every other character swearing up a storm easily, but the idea of Thorin: You're a bunch of fucking idiots! or Dwalin, you fucking knob!  has me on the floor. 

Really weird when you consider the fact that he's the only character that swears in the movies!  He tells Thranduil to go fuck himself (in Khudzul) and in BoFA, he calls Azog a piece of shite.  Okay, it was an archaic swear word, but it still counts!
  • Listening to: Antti Martikainen - At the Gates of Babylon
  • Watching: Konohana Kitan
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Salty Nori sheet
  • Drinking: Clubtails Sex on the Beach
 I want something pretty for me. Something beautiful because I don't feel beautiful.  I don't feel pretty.  I feel old. And fat and unwanted and my skin is hungry. There's several guys around that would fuck me if asked, but I don't fancy any of them.  The lesbians across the dock barely speak to me. The trans gal on the next dock over screams profanity across the water if Bear barks more than three times in a row. 

I want to buy myself something pretty, but I've been conditioned since childhood that something that exists only to make me happy is fucking worthless. I could be helping my friends; buying things for the boat, buying practical shit.  Happiness belongs on the back burner.

My facebook feed is filled with bile and hatred -- mostly from my closest blood relatives.

I have a roof over my head and a steady job. I shouldn't complain.  But I am so sad.  

I found a doll I really like and is really reasonably priced for the size and quality but I can't help feeling guilty about spending that money on it.  And my crab trap isn't catching anything here and I'm just sad.

What else can I whine fruitlessly about?
  • Listening to: Antti Martikainen - At the Gates of Babylon
  • Watching: Konohana Kitan
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Salty Nori sheet
  • Drinking: Clubtails Sex on the Beach

We have otters at this marina, too. Here they're much more likely to climb up on the docks because we have floating docks. So they'll drag fish up and eat and nap. Otter shit is the most atrocious thing you ever smelled in your life.

But the funniest thing is how the dogs react to them. Bear and Missy have very distinct senses for if an animal is domesticated or wild. Domesticated animals are for hanging out with. They are never aggressive to fellow pets, even if a few cats don't realize that. Wild animals are for hunting and tracking. Even foxes and other wild canines are wild animals to be tracked and barked at!

But otters count as domestic.

Both dogs have run up on otters and they are never aggressive to them. Bear met one this morning and was just like: Hi, what's your name? Do you live here? I do. Going swimming, huh? Okay, bye!

I'm pretty sure they either think they are extremely competent water dogs or very large, water-loving cats.

  • Watching: Embroidery videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Pizza 'n' wings
  • Drinking: Pepsi
I am officially over living on a boat.  The East coast is getting some weird weather and today we have winds that would qualify for a tropical storm if it were, y'know, storming. It's quite bright and sunny, just with 43mph sustained winds and gusts up to 80. At 85, that qualifies as a hurricane force.  

That's what New Jersey is getting right now.

I actually called in today because I don't want to leave the boat unsupervised just in case something happens.  Bear certainly appreciates my presence.  He is hell and gone over living on a boat, much less when it's rocking and rolling like this. I ordered a pizza and I'm settled in.  It's supposed to die down tonight.

The poor pizza guy lost his hat!   

Bear is not happy about the situation but pizza and wings help.
  • Watching: Embroidery videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Pizza 'n' wings
  • Drinking: Pepsi
I am safe in my new marina!

I got in just before the cold weather hit, my boat is an absolute wreck now, and we're in the heart of downtown Portsmouth.

My old/new neighbors are complaining that they can't sleep because the boats don't move around enough.  XD  Let me tell you, after getting up at 4:30 am for work, working a ten hour day, running home to leap into the cockpit and head out before I lost the light two days after the Winter Solstice and manually pulling Options stern-in to the slip, I had no problems whatsoever sleeping. I got a ride back, got my van, stopped to get gas at Wawa, got one of their club sandwiches for dinner and a Steel Reserve Blackberry.  I ate the sandwich in the parking lot so I wouldn't have to share, then took the dogs out for a walk.  After that I took a shower in the new marina and their water was sooooooooooo hot. I pulled out the handicapped seat and just sat in the spray and soaked. 

I crashed out at about 9:30 or ten and slept until 10 this morning.

Another walk for the dogs turned up doggie neighbors! We passed a little cafe that had chairs out front and someone had tied their Scotty to a chair while they went in to eat. He was busy sitting in the chair barking at everyone and everything that went by, but stopped yapping to greet Bear and Missy.  On the way back, they'd actually taken him inside in the hopes that he would shut up.  He hadn't. XD

Then we met a beautiful Harlequin Great Dane who was okay with Bear but intimidated by Missy. XD  She was just so friendly!!!

Now I have to put the boat back together and do some laundry.  But the worst is over! 
  • Listening to: If You're Going Through Hell - Rodney Atkins
  • Reading: Dwarves
  • Watching: Bright
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Mini Pizza
  • Drinking: Steel Reserve Blackberry
I went full pirate today and I'm not sorry at all.
  • Listening to: If You're Going Through Hell - Rodney Atkins
  • Reading: Dwarves
  • Watching: Miraculous Ladybug
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Chicken Breast
  • Drinking: Redd's Wicked Blood Orange
 So I have a new home to go to!

Today six other liveaboards and myself went en masse to Ocean Marine to negotiate for slips. Not only were we welcomed with open arms, the manager cut us a deal so that we didn't have to pay a deposit or two months up front. So I'll be moving later on this month.  I've got to get a bottom job done and get some new batteries.

But this seems to be a pretty nice place, despite being downtown.  It won't be as quiet as Scott's Creek, but it has a lot more amenities and is a hell of a lot closer to everything.  It will be nice to be able to walk places. 
  • Listening to: If You're Going Through Hell - Rodney Atkins
  • Reading: Dwarves
  • Watching: Miraculous Ladybug
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Chicken Breast
  • Drinking: Redd's Wicked Blood Orange
You know how bright and chipper and positive I was yesterday?  How I was getting my feet under me and working my way up a bit at a time?  Today, as I was headed out to the DMV to do responsible, adult things, I found a notice in my mailbox that the marina was closing and all boats had to be out by Jan 31, 2018.

So in two months I will be effectively homeless.  Did I mention my boat doesn't run?  My boat doesn't run.  That's actually less of a problem than the fact that Scott's Creek is one of the only marinas (and when I say one of the only, I mean it's the only one I know of) around here that takes liveaboards.  I just found out a few hours ago, so I'm scouring websites right now.  The one on the other side of Scott's Creek doesn't.  I know because I stopped and asked. The office lady directed me back to this place. I informed her that it's closing and about a dozen liveaboards are going to be displaced.

I've got my towing insurance, so I can get Options to another marina.  It's just finding another marina to take us that's going to be the problem.  OR I could sell her for a little bit of nothing and just relocate. That might be the easier option.

But for tonight, I'm going to get drunk and binge watch Miraculous Ladybug.

That sounds like a solid plan.
  • Listening to: If You're Going Through Hell - Rodney Atkins
  • Reading: Dwarves
  • Watching: Miraculous Ladybug
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Chicken Breast
  • Drinking: Redd's Wicked Blood Orange
Last night: Man, I'm going to be so fucking lazy today; I'm not going to do a damn thing.

Today: *sleeps until noon* Everything is going according to plan! . . . I should wash these cushions; they're dirty. *Throws cushions in the wash* My water pump came! Better install that!  *installs that* Now I can wash dishes! *washes dishes* Hmm, this cabinet the dishes go in is nasty; I'd better wash that, too.  *washes that* Now my bilge is getting full from all the washing.  I never weighted down the switch for that, did I? Let's see; do I have a big piece of metal I can afford to lose? *digs through toolbox* A chisel!  Perfect! Now the bilge is humming away and I am doing mass cleaning and so much for my lazy day! XD
  • Listening to: If You're Going Through Hell - Rodney Atkins
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Thor: Ragnarok
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Jalapeno Poppers
  • Drinking: Steel Reserve Spiked Punch
So I've decided to take the boat off of the market for the winter.  Fall and winter are not good times to sell a boat so I'm going to hunker down, keep repairing things and hope for a better market in the spring. 

So! Something I had planned on doing last year but the winter got too cold and I wasn't prepared for it. 

I'm gonna get some zebra finches!

When I was a kid, my mother loved anything with feathers on it. (Except parrots.  Parrots can eat a dick. And I only know that because I was exposed to them.)  But when I was a wee whelpling girl child of about 12, there was one Chinese restaurant we would go to on very special occasions.  They had an alcohol-free coconut punch I was allowed to order that was served in a tiki-style cup, and they had cages of zebra finches around the dining area. 

I don't know if you've ever heard a zebra finch sing, but it's something like a squeaky toy trying to sing opera.  It's adorable and soothing and I always loved it.

When I was 14, I saved money from my chores and bought a trio of zebra finches. 

At the time, my mother raised canaries, society finches, goulian finches, monk finches, and one I don't even remember the name of, but my mom unironically named her breeding male Prince Albert, because he had mutton chops.

I don't even think my mom knows what a Prince Albert is, but there we are. At the time, I vague idea that it was something naughty, but couldn't explain it.

Anyhoo.  My mother sneered at me for breeding zebra finches, because they were common as muck and only brought $10 a piece.  

But I always loved their song. And I told her as much. 

Now I'm trying to find some zebra finches 100% for my enjoyment and guess what?  Those little fuckers are hard to find on the East Coast. 

It's kind of like donkeys; once horses became cheap, everyone bought those.  So until you actually started looking for one, you had no idea how rare they'd become. I *might* be able to order a trio through Petsmart.  Craigslist has given me a collective shrug. Now I'm scouring bird-specific selling boards and having a hard time finding zebra finches.

But I will have my operatic squeaky toys!

Just you wait!
  • Listening to: If You're Going Through Hell - Rodney Atkins
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Thor: Ragnarok
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Jalapeno Poppers
  • Drinking: Steel Reserve Spiked Punch
Don't you just hate when they have a setup for an amazing movie and gloss over it to make a terrible movie instead?


Spoilers, BTW.


If you haven't seen Skull Island, it's the latest in the 'classic monster movie 'verse'.  Basically they take classic monster movie lore and fuck it harder than a fleshlight thrown into a prison yard.  The same people responsible for the latest Mummy movie are responsible for this travesty. 

And they made pretty much the exact same mistake: Blow 95% of the budget on big-name actors, then hand them a script written by a third grader with a head injury who was off his Adderall.

Skull Island sported Tom Hiddleston, Samuel L. Jackson, and John Goodman, who, though not a superstar is actually no fuckin' slouch as an actor.  He's also lost a lot of weight lately, so well done Mr. Goodman.  And all three of those stellar actors gave amazing performances of men collecting a paycheck. I seriously suspect Tom of blinking: 'They have my cat. Please help.' in Morse code in a few scenes.

The only actor who even remotely looked like he was enjoying himself was John C. Reilly and he starred in Stepbrothers, this was not the silliest fucking gig he ever did.

Anyway, back to the monster romp starring Tom Hiddleston and co-starring Tom Hiddleston's skintight, sweat-soaked T-shirt.  Don't laugh, like Samwise to Tom's Frodo, that T-shirt was the only thing that got me through the second part of the film.

So it opens to a WWII American pilot and a WWII Japanese pilot ditching both of their planes on Skull Island.  They both parachute to safety, then set about trying to kill each other with pistols, fists, and a goddamn katana.  Then we get the teaser of Kong showing up, then fade to black.

Then we jump forward to 1973, the Americans are pulling out of Vietnam and John Goodman is pestering some random Senator to get an expedition to Skull Island for reasons. They finally succeed and Samuel L. Jackson, who is a colonel pulling out of Vietnam, fucks over his immediate underlings to go to the dangerous, mysterious island instead of home after years of hellish war. We get a brief glimpse of Colonel Patton looking over his medals and wondering if this is what it was all for, which might lead you to believe he is a sympathetic character.  Ha!  Fuck you, that's what you get for thinking!

Tom Hiddleston plays an ex-SAS officer still in Saigon, despite the fact that the British noped out of Vietnam in 194-fucking-6. 'But wait!' Hardcore military history nerds are crying: 'The British SAS *did* participate in Vietnam!  They provided training and equipment to American troops!'

They also had to resign from the British military and re-enlist in either the Australian or New Zealand military OR resign altogether and just operate as mercenaries in order to keep the Crown's hands clean. 

And yet they spend the rest of the movie calling him 'Captain' and the Colonel pulls rank on him multiple times.

I digress.

There's also a female war photographer who contributes absolutely fucking nothing to the story except bouncing around the jungle in a tank top.  At the end of the movie I'm kind of left with the impression that she's supposed to be Tom's love interest, even though he never did anything except lend her a lighter and drag her ass out of danger once.  But he also dragged a lot of other people's asses out of danger in this movie, so I wouldn't read too much into that.

So anyway, Nick Fury, Loki, and Sully mount up and ride a fleet of helicopters through the 'never-ending' storm surrounding the island.  And if a bunch of whirlybirds can stay in the air through that, it wasn't much of a storm. Just a sailor talking here. 

So they're flying over the island, dropping bombs for science. And Kong shows up, fully visible, at the 30 minute mark.

Me: Wow, this movie sure blew it's load quickly. And there's still an hour and a half of this?

So Kong shows up and everybody is way too fucking calm at the sight of a 100 foot tall ape.  The people in Hiddleston's helo screamed with a bit of passion, back when they thought this flick could be salvaged.  All the military personnel are just like:  Hmm, the fifty caliber machine gun isn't doing much.  Well, I suppose we'd better keep trying.  Fly out of range of his fists? That sounds like coward's talk to me!  Oh dear, everyone's dying.

They literally just kept flying in circles around Kong until he'd smashed everything out of the sky.  So we're left with a handful of soldiers, all the expensive actors, tank top chick and a couple of 'scientists'.

There's a scene where Samuel L. Jackson just stands and watches while his men scramble away from the angry mega-ape.  I think the idea was that the Colonel would be glaring at Kong like he was the evil monkey who lived in his closet, but Sam's expression looks like he's thinking about what to have for dinner.

So the characters are strung out in an area about five or six square miles: Captain Tom Totally-Not-A-Mercenary, some 'good' scientists, tank top chick and one young, impressionable soldier, the Colonel, the rest of the soldiers and the douchey scientists, and one lone soldier camped out by the helo that was carrying all their explosives and totally not destined to become monster chow.

They start trying to meet up and NOW the soldiers are like: Wow, that was crazy.  Did you see that? How insane. I'm totally freaking out right now. *stifles a yawn*

In fact, they even try to call out one particular soldier for being too calm about the situation, but they only manage to sound like they're upset that he ate the last donut. 

So they're all trying to meet up with each other.  Tom and crew only meet nice animals, Sam and company get attacked by weird creatures every five feet. So it's not a real surprise that Tom's group is like: Oooh, how wondrous!  and Sam's group is like: Fuck this place and everything it stands for!  Burn it to the bedrock!

Oh, and Samuel L. Jackson interrogates John Goodman at gunpoint.  John Goodman revealed that he was on a boat in WWII that drifted too close to Skull Island and he was the only one who survived.  You would think that would que a flashback to some interesting action sequence that would reveal the reason for his obsession.  Ha! Fuck you, that's what you get for thinking!  Instead he instantly changes the subject.  Hey, you know how we're trying to meet up with the extraction team and get back to civilization?  We should forget all that and use all of our resources to kill that giant monkey.

Colonel Patton:  . . . . . that makes perfect sense.  (<----- No sarcasm intended!  This was the actual reaction!)

Tom's group finds old ruins and are suddenly surrounded by elaborately painted humans who are ready to chop them to bits with spears and knives, but then John C. Reilly shows up and says everyone is friends!  

And then everyone is friends!

Token soldier: Don't we have AK-47s? Why were we worried about this situation?

Okay, he didn't actually say that, it was just me thinking it out loud.

So John C. Reilly reveals himself to be the American pilot we saw parachute down in the first few minutes of the film.  The Japanese pilot he learned to love as a brother.  Reilly emotes passionately over the grave of his dead friend, who was eaten by the giant, lizard- like creatures he calls 'skull-crawlers'.

Audience: . . . . You've definitely buried something under a pile of dirt.  If he was eaten by monsters, what exactly in that grave?

Reilly: I actually just made the name 'skull-crawlers' up.  It sounds stupid now that I say it out loud.

Tom: That's -that's fine, I have no problem calling them that. *blink* *blink* They said if I did this awful movie I'd get Mittens back.  If I didn't, I'd get a pair of mittens back!  Please help! *blink* *blink*

And of course Kong protects the island from being over-run by skull-crawlers.

So they hop on a boat Reilly patched together from old planes and head to the North end of the island to meet up with their extraction team.  Along the way they meet up with Sam's group and he tells them they have to go pick up this lone soldier who's waiting by all their heavy ordinance.  So they leave the nice scientists in the boat and head overland to pick up the lone soldier, who, as you might have suspected, has already been eaten.  

They get attacked in a boneyard containing the skeletons of Kong's parents (seriously). Reilly pulls out the katana that belongs to the Zero pilot, yells 'Death before dishonor!' in Japanese and lays about him like a master swordsman.  Okay, that's kind of cool.  Not only did he and the Japanese soldier learn to survive together, they obviously learned about each other's culture, even to the point of wielding each other's weaponry.  And I can believe someone becoming a master swordsman out of sheer necessity after 28 years on Skull Island.

Tom: No, I'm the hero!  Give me the katana!

Reilly throws Tom the katana because he asked for it, so Tom can slap on a gas mask, run through clouds of lethal gas, chopping up pteranodons, and to save the youngest soldier . . . . for twenty feet.  Like this ten seconds was filmed for the sole reason of putting it in the trailer.  He gives the katana back to Reilly and never touches it again.  

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Look at that gif!  Don't you want to see this crappy movie now?!  

Tom: Can I have my cat back now?

So anyway, in the midst of all the fighting, they find the dogtags of the lone soldier in the boneyard by his half-digested skull.  Tom argues that he's dead now, so they should head back to the boat.  Sam holds up the dogtags of all the soldiers killed in the initial ape fight and says Kong killed them, just because they were razing him with machine gun fire, he must be stopped.

Soldiers: Yeah, that sounds right.  We have completely blacked out the fact that literally everything on this island has tried to eat us, and we're just going to focus on the creature that is impossible to kill with the weapons we have.

Sam: We're not making it back!  We're just going to kill this monkey!

Soldiers: . . . . . yeah, that sounds good.  I mean we survived Vietnam, fighting a 100 foot ape, helicopter crashes, killer giant spiders, razor beaked pteranodons, and multiple attacks of skull-crawlers.  We should totally give up on making it out alive now.

And just as aside, movie makers, the entire point of dogtags is identification.  There are two on the chain so you can take one back as proof and leave the second one with the body.  I know the lone soldier got eaten and puked back up again, but the Colonel definitely should have known to leave one with the bodies of his men, not take them both!

Anyway, so they split up again, Sam's group sets up a trap that seems to be pouring napalm on a lake and lighting fires.  I know this is a movie about a giant gorilla.  I know it has made up monsters and a certain level of belief suspension is required, but this handful of soldiers does NOT have the ordinance to kill something the size of Kong.  It just does NOT.  

He still falls over, big dramatic standoff between Sam's group and Tom's group, the soldiers turn on Sam, Kong kills Sam.

Me: There's still forty minutes left of this?

Oh yeah, because now the big skull crawler can come up from the depth now that Kong is lying down.  So the two monsters fight and I'll give credit where it's due; it's a pretty solid monster fight. The photographer chick gets tangled up in it and Kong snatches her up and still has to fight the giant skull-crawler while holding her in one hand.

Me: Oh, that's why she's here!  It's a King Kong movie; there has to be a girl!  Okay, I get it now.

So Kong kills the thing and puts her down and everybody hops on the boat and they head for shore. 

Random soldier: If people come here, they'll just ruin it.

Tom: They'll never hear about it from us.

Photographer Chick: That's right.  *holds a camera full of film*

Me: *Waits for her to drop it overboard*

*waits*



*waits*

Photographer Chick: *Takes more pictures*

Then the extraction helicopters show up.  And Kong steps out from behind the mountains, beats his chest and roars.

All right, you all can swear an oath of silence all you want, but there's no way the pilots and crew of those helos didn't see that. 

And indeed, there's an end credits scene that shows Captain Tom and Photographer chick being pretty much forcibly indoctrinated to the super-secret society of monster hunters.  

There's a cave painting of Godzilla.

I hope you got your cat back, Mr. Hiddleston.

So what was I talking about glossing over a good movie?  The American and Japanese pilot crash-landing on the island and having to cooperate to survive!  Mortal enemies locked in literal combat forced to become allies, then friends, then brothers all while getting caught in the crossfire of monster gangland turf wars?

I would watch the hell out of that movie!

Also, if Captain Tom and the Photographer got assimilated, how come John C. Reilly got to go home and watch the Cubs win?  They were on that island for three days, he was there for 28 years.  I would think his experience would be somewhat valuable.

I'm going to go see Thor: Ragnarok tonight, but I won't spoiler it like this one.
  • Listening to: Blow - Ke$ha
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Kong: Skull Island
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Potato skins
  • Drinking: Strawberry Soda
So I officially love this anime.

At first glance it's cute enough, a harem anime about a yaoi fangirl getting pursued by the four hottest guys in school.  The fangirl (Kae Shinomio) is obviously way more interested in setting the guys up with each other than being courted.  She tries to take their attentions seriously, but breaks down and admits that she's not ready and doesn't know what to do.

So the guys (brace yourselves)  . . . respect that.

They back off on the wooing but still hang around with her because she's so sweet and kind and loving.  Then the show introduces Shima, a fellow yaoi fangirl and lesbian.  I thought she was going to be a temporary character to pull dumb-ass jokes about, but she's officially part of the harem now. The guys get just as jealous over her as they do their other rivals.

The show also does episodes where the harem members examine their feelings and try to decide if they really have feelings for Shinomio or if they just think she's cute and examine their insecurities.  

There was even an episode where Shinomio gained back her weight and only two of the guys were at all in a hurry to see her lose it again.  Shima actually liked her better heavy and was actively feeding her sweets.

It's just a really well done anime and works past the constant rivalries most harem animes thrive on.

That's my two cents.
  • Listening to: Sleazy - Ke$ha
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Kiss Him, Not Me!
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Smoked Turkey snacks
  • Drinking: Red Muscato
So many good things happened this weekend I'm holding my breath for the big bad thing that's due to balance out the universe.

Got up early Saturday and showed the boat again.  Guy likes it, loves it, wants it, but he needs to sell his motorcycle first.

Me: Okay, thanks for nothing, Tire-kicker.

Right after I get to work, he texts me and says he's going to try to get a small loan for the difference on Monday because he WANTS THIS BOAT!

Me: Oh. Okay, do that thing!

Like he's serious about it!  All right!

Then, there is a professional cosplay model that I'm casually friendly with online - I have a dream involving her that wouldn't be out of place for a sitcom episode.  Long story short, she's stuck in the area and has to spend the night with me and we share my V berth because I'm apparently a shit hostess in this dream and hog all the good blankets. Nothing sexual happens, but random people keep popping by and see us together and assume we were having lusty, sapphic sex all night.  I text her the dream and say: I thought this was so funny, I hope it doesn't creep you out.  She replies that 'Your dream is so REAL.' then goes on to say how much she hates wearing clothes.  Then posts an old lingerie pic on her Instagram.  

Me:  . . . are - are you flirting with me?  I'm totally happy with that if you are!

Like this woman is waaaaaaay out of my league and it's been radio silence today, so if anything I'm thinking she was just in a flirty mood. This gorgeous, amazing professional model.  No one correct me!  I was in such a good mood!

Then, right before the evening rush last night, a fistfight breaks out in the lobby between three donors.  So the night manager shuts the center down early.  I still had to stay and wait for the samples to process, but I got to sit on my butt and play on my phone for the last two hours.  Like, my coworker left early and it took me half an hour to notice. And I only noticed because I wanted to show him the lingerie pic, not because I needed him for anything.

Today I roll out of bed and head in early for a mid shift, which I almost never work.  Sundays are always busy, but this is the busiest I have ever seen it, ever. We had to open up a third processing position to keep up with the rush. 

And I didn't have to close.

Such luck.

This weekend I'm spending in Johnson City, TN as a scouting mission/I'm on vacation trip.  I ordered one of those Fragrant Jewels bath bombs.  I wanted to try a bath bomb and these have gemstone rings in the center after the 'bomb' part dissolves.  Like those bars of soap with the sponge dinosaur capsules in the middle but for adults.

Speaking of gemstones, I'm catching up on MLP season 7 and I had the idea to cosplay as Maude Pie.  One of the things I thought was that as much as Maude loves rocks and minerals, she should wear gems on every available surface.

"These are my friends.  This is Turquoise.  He was formed when the action of percolating acidic aqueous solutions weathered and oxadized preexisting minerals."

So I did a link chase and stumbled onto a free gemology course. It's really fascinating!  I don't have many precious stones in my jewelry hoard; it's mostly just silver.  I have a few strands of pearls, an antique turquoise ring, some topaz and diamond earrings my mom gave me, and an huge antique silver bracelet with turquoise and smoky quartz. I splurged and got some cheap gemstone rings; citrine, white topaz, green amethyst, and milky fire opal. 

I am just feeling way too good; something bad has to happen.
  • Listening to: My Medicine - Dorothy
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Music Videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Drinking: Straw-ber-rita
So . . . . somehow some of my own works have ended up in my favorites.  I don't know how they got there and there's no obvious way to get them out.  Has anyone else had this problem?

That aside, there's a possibility that Hurricane Irma might make it's way in my direction.  Everyone is freaking the fuck out and I'm like: Um . . . very small chance it will turn this way? Also, it will have to pass over a couple of hundred miles of land?  Land tends to suck the strength from hurricanes?  

Chillax?
  • Listening to: Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Music Videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Toast
  • Drinking: Steel Reserve Spiked Punch
I should write some Pagan Gospel music.


(waits for hysterical laughter to die down)


No, I'm serious.

(waits longer for hysterical laughter to die down)

I love that style of music, it sounds like something whispered out of a dark grotto on a lonely dusty road and you will find yourself barefoot and wearing a cotton sundress even if you didn't leave the house like that.  Things like:



Or 



or




They're gorgeous and haunting and lovely but with a few exceptions a lot of them are awfully  . . . well,  . . . Christian.  Not that there's anything wrong with being Christian, but it gets a bit tedious listening to hymns to someone else's god.

Maybe I should write some lovely, haunting songs praising Pagan gods!  Hell, Barton Hollow would not sound out of place sung at a blot!  That's an idea, definitely.  Any suggestions?
  • Listening to: Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Music Videos
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Toast
  • Drinking: Steel Reserve Spiked Punch
So yesterday I came very close to rage-quitting my job.I don't want to go into details, but it was over a tiny accommodation I asked for and was shot down because I lived in a marina and was 'technically homeless'.  So I called off today for a mental health day.  Work called and let me know that accommodation was fine after all because of bullshit answer they clearly made up.

So there's that.

One of my slip neighbors is having to fly back to Oregon for a month for business reasons and found out about it right after she went grocery shopping, so she's giving me a boatload of food.  Yay!  Njord's crabs continue to be tasty.

This morning I got up, walked the dogs, then noticed a shiny silver thing on the rug in front of the ladder.  It was my VCH.  So I'm stomping around, looking for the ball (I didn't even masturbate last night!)  I finally give up and pull out my spare jewellry.  I'm standing up after putting another ring in and I hear something drop to the floor and bounce.  

Me: Ah ha!

No, it was the stone out of my amber ring.

I've got so many ups and downs going I don't know how to feel today.
  • Listening to: Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - LEAH
  • Reading: Sense and Sensibility
  • Watching: Smurfs
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Crab
  • Drinking: Lemon-ade-rita
Merciful to hungry sailors.

I am broke. I have money coming in the form of a large insurance check and my regular paycheck but the paycheck won't come until Friday and the insurance check sometime in the next two weeks.  So my food is down to the poverty staples of pasta, rice, toast, and peanut butter sandwiches.  I get home from work and I'm dragging down the dock, trying to figure out what to make for dinner.  I hear a splash and a thump. 

And eight inch long shad has just leapt from the water and landed on my neighbor's swim platform.  I expect a fish of that size to quickly bounce back into the water, but it just lays there.  Cautiously I step down onto the finger pier and lie on my stomach so that I can reach the swim platform.  I grab the fish tightly, expecting it to freak out and flop right out of my hands.  It doesn't.  It flips it's tail a few times but that's it.  

As I started walking back to my boat holding my prize all I could think was: The Gods are good!  I'm assuming Njord was responsible; he is the god of the sea.  On Friday he's getting a big helping of booze!

Around here shad are mostly used as baitfish, but when you haven't eaten meat in three days they taste like salmon.
  • Listening to: Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - LEAH
  • Reading: Mostly Harmless - Douglas Adams
  • Watching: SuperCarlin Brothers
  • Playing: Smurfs Village
  • Eating: Baked Shad
  • Drinking: Berry Kool-Aid