One Song For Sunday… (Re-blogged)

Eyrie Of An Aries

I heard this song on a replay of American Top 40 on Sirius XM Radio yesterday, and thought that it was a perfect song for a Sunday.



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One Song For Sunday…

I heard this song on a replay of American Top 40 on Sirius XM Radio yesterday, and thought that it was a perfect song for a Sunday.



Musical Monday…

It must be Monday! I was asked a question the other day, which seems to be, on its surface, quite rhetorical. I hate answering rhetorical questions, so if the person who did so would kindly ask it in the ‘Open Thread’ part of my blog, I might be able to get around to it. Otherwise, I’ll just track down their email and address the non-issue there, since I’m not one who gets in long debates in the comment sections of any blog, whether I follow it or not. You know who you are, LOL – I’m not one who feels the need to “call someone out” unless I’m being complimentary!


On that note, enjoy these three songs. I can’t say that I feel particularly snarky, but I’m definitely not in a mood to be interrogated about a casual observation!



Thursday Thoughts…


I see that I have more readers…the little block of avatars at the side shows a full count of 30. If I were in Cyrodiil I would be pleased as punch – leading a group of that size into battle is one hell of an accomplishment, especially if you don’t utilize TS3, Ventrilo, Mumble, RaidCall, or any other approved (or non) VoIP. The maximum per group is limited to 24, anyway…but still! Not bad. Speaking of my game, I have built my guild up enough to where I have a tabard and a guild bank – I just need my lucky number in the roster, now. ’tis a delicate dance…I digress.

Welcome to all of the newcomers: read my ‘About’ page and my ‘Comments / Open Thread’ to get familiar with how I operate; read older posts, and show some modicum of respect. It’s pretty simple…just play nicely! I do my best, but…meh. Anyway, what is percolating in my mind lately? Quite a lot, but I’ll do my best to be concise…it’s a challenge!

First off, as an avid, lifelong reader, I was so very disappointed – but not surprised at all – to hear of the racist Theodore S. Geisel cartoon. For those who don’t know, Herr Geisel is better known as Dr. Seuss, considered to be quite the progressive “children’s” author. The Lorax and Yertle the Turtle were among my favourite books, as was Horton Hears a Who. Anyway, watch the clip and decide for yourselves…me, I have other things to focus on: my book and my health.


I don’t weigh myself often; I’m not obsessed with the scale. I suppose I’m one of those admired, yet hated, women because I can eat what I want, when I want. My metabolism has always been admirable, even when I had people gleefully telling me that I couldn’t possibly lose all of that baby weight that I gained when pregnant with my son. Then the comments of, “oh…well, just wait until you get into your 30s – then it will change!” Okay, so that time has come and gone; I’m over the threshold of the big 4-0, and…still no friggin’ issue! I just put on a pair of Levi’s that I haven’t worn in 10 years – big whoop. I’m not satisfied because I weigh too little! I’ve lost over 10# in the past 6 months with no effort, and that’s not good. Why? Simple: STRESS. I can’t work with others. I can’t live with others. I can barely play nice with others. I need my own space and my own schedule…stress causes me to lose my appetite – I just stop eating. I drink water, tea, and tons of coffee…and I grab bags of salad, carrots, snap peas, all of that ‘healthy’ snack stuff…but I also need stacks of peanut-butter sandwiches. I need pounds upon pounds of every type of meat: beef, poultry, shellfish, swimming fish, venison, mutton, pork ‘exotic’ meats. Then I need fruits: lots of citrus. I’ll eat a lime the same way people eat oranges, and I love oranges and grapefruit. I can eat strawberries all day long, along with kiwifruit and peaches…lots and lots of fresh, ripe peaches.

Anyway, I weighed myself and am not happy…I don’t like being underweight. Some people strive for it, which is sad. I don’t look pinched or wizened like an anorectic, but…I know that I’m on the thin side, and I don’t like it at all. I’m an Amazon, not a waif! I weighed 142# 6 months ago; today, I weigh 129#, and I am 5’11”. I haven’t weighed that little since high school, and I was much more fit then and 2 inches shorter…so I wasn’t done growing or maturing physically. I’m a mesomorph with a very high metabolism, so I need to eat and eat and eat whilst maintaining a moderate activity level: weight-training 3 – 4 times / week; light cardio daily, with housework and…other activities making up the difference. I can, and should, weigh closer to or between 150 – 160# of healthy muscle tissue with 20 – 25% body fat; I maintained 21% body fat at my fittest. Basically, right now, I weigh as much as I did in high school…but am only 25% as fit as I was back then. That’s not right and I have to change that…and the only way to do that is to sell a short story or three so I can afford the exercise equipment I need. Kettlebells and my elliptical aren’t sufficient enough, and riding my bicycle on the beach isn’t something that I’m able to do daily due to weather or the seasonal crowds. Summer is here and the tourists are thick…I do my best to not despise them.


Speaking of looks, fitness and beauty, I had been puzzling over a commercial that I’ve noticed over the past year or so. Something to do with people, specifically women, needing to inject some substance in their cheeks so as to “lift” them and make sure that “the apples of your cheeks aren’t falling.” Great – women not only have to worry about sagging bosoms and buttocks; now, we’re told that we need firm facial cheeks as well…as if any man is really looking at our faces, right?!? Sheesh…anyway, I think I figured out why there is suddenly this ‘necessity’ for high, firm, ‘youthful’ faces. Ask yourself this: how long have people been using Botox to keep their faces smooth and unlined? In a sense, “youthful?” Quite a while, no? Well, what happens to muscles that are paralysed? Answer: they atrophy. They slacken. They lose their shape. When one choses to have no facial expression, their faces end up looking dead – closely observe pretty much any female ‘news’ anchor, especially those on any station owned by Rupert Murdoch, and you’ll see what I mean. So, this new facial injection seems to be the end-stage ‘repair’ of those early face-deadeners. Can’t wait to see the endless adverts about the lawsuits that will certainly follow…those will be interesting.

Let’s see…what else? Well, the girls and women abducted from Chibok have been gone from their families for 416 days, but the ridiculous circus that is the political race in the U.S. is far more important to most. The only good thing about the political idiocy, is the fantastic jokes that are sure to come from my favourite sources…so I’m looking forward to much hilarity on that end. It’s sad, when you think about it: the U.S. political system has been a plutocracy for quite some time, IMHO.

Finally, what is going on with my Mariners? Five losses in a row… *shakes head in disappointment*

Well, at least they’re still good to look at and fun to watch. Lloyd McClendon, the manager, did the team proud the other day – he was in fantastic form!




Internal Dialogue – Part II

Act I, Scene II

[Opening scene, again at Stonehenge, weather unchanged: The Aries, Kali, and Sepultura13 are relaxed in their chairs, drinking their libations of choice. A gleam appears in the eyes of The Aries as his sake spreads warmly through his system. His left hand holds his sheathed sword like a cane as he sits, and he spins it idly from time to time.]

The Aries: Sssoooooo…how ya feeling, Seppy-chan?

Kali: Any new thoughts that you care to share?

Sepultura13 (staring at her bottle of ale): Well, now that you mention it – there were a few new things that came to mind, and they bother me greatly.

K: I presume they concern your son.

S13 (touching one finger to the tip of her nose and pointing at Kali with the other): Yes indeed…he is first and foremost in my mind for the time being…EVERYTHING about him is concerning to me, namely this – in his desire to avoid and escape the painful truths he’s uncovering, he seems hell-bent on plunging headlong into a situation that will bring nothing but disaster. It seems that this debacle has been brewing for over a year now, and the worst part is, nothing I say will be heeded. All of my knowledge and life experiences won’t help save him from himself, and that’s one of the hardest things to do as a parent – watching your offspring make things more difficult for themselves and suffering. I wanted to guide him in the right direction, but my efforts were sabotaged by people who professed to care.

A: Pisses you off a bit, doesn’t it? I can feel it…

K: …and you have a right to be angry, milady. I think you are a bit disappointed, no?

S13: Yes and yes, to both of your questions. I thought I’d instilled some pride in him! I can’t believe some of the outright dumb things he’s done recently…unbelievable!

A: ‘Dumb’ is being too kind! (Laughs raucously)

S13 (swigs angrily from bottle): You’re right!! He’s been fucking STUPID!! Breaking his hand by punching a metal pole, then not going to the emergency room to get it set and treated properly?!? Gawds…another thing – why the FUCK didn’t he ever let me know that he was homeless? His schooling was top priority; when I was working I would have helped him secure a stable place to stay, if he’d just asked! (polishes off one bottle and lets it drop)

K (softly, with an edge of iron in her tone): We mustn’t litter in this sacred place, milady…please, stow your empties back in your pockets and dispose of them properly when you return.

S13 (grabs up bottle and shoves it in her coat): Sorry, sorry…I forgot…

A: Anyway, why the hell was he punching a post? Seems to me his fist would have been much more satisfied by punching a face!!

S13: Because of some stupid, silly-ass drama created by that foul, loathsome, inbred white-trash cunt he thinks he’s ‘in love’ with…FAH!! Her cuckolded husband keeps his head in the sand when it comes to the men she drags home to share her bed, while he works shite hours to pay the bills to keep a roof over her worthless, thoughtless head! He’s a fucking moron, in my opinion…he REALLY believes that ANY of those kids he’s raising are biologically his?!?

A: No kidding – a real man would be calling her out on her shit and laying down an ultimatum or two – not working all night to pay bills, then coming ‘home’ to a fucking pigsty and the state CPS knocking on the door! Moron… (swigs from sake bottle, then corks it and replaces it in the folds of his haori)

S13: Gawds – fighting with some other dickhole over a fat, stupid slag…it’s like a fucking Jerry Springer nightmare come to life! Not only that, this cunt keeps calling HIM to ‘lean on’ while she waits for her court date to get her kids back, and this isn’t the first time, either!! Shit…I really thought I raised him to have better morals than that…just goes to show you that desperation can weaken the strongest foundations – and if he’d only contacted me instead of leaving me out of the loop, he wouldn’t have been so desperate for a roof over his head! (opens another bottle and guzzles deeply)

A: Don’t forget – the dickhole who your son wanted to punch isn’t that rank slob’s husband, either! That spineless tool seems to have dug his own grave and is content to be there.

S13 (snarling): This is true – he knows she spreads for any swinging dick in a 25-mile radius and chooses to stay with her, so that’s his own damned fault – ONCE should be enough cheating for anybody with a functioning brain! Anyway, aside from that, there seems to be one more powder-keg a-brewing. If my ears didn’t deceive me and I heard what I THOUGHT I heard, well…sometimes, people forget that voices carry. (swigs from bottle)

K: Do tell…

A (impatiently): Yeah, spit it out! We’ve been wondering what the big secret is that you’ve been holding in your footlocker – you know that when you want to hide things from us, you do an excellent job!

S13 (sips from bottle and gazes at it): Well, you know that my son has been talking with that slag ever since he left Arizona. She blows up his phone on a regular basis, and he seems to be at her fucking beck and call – he claims that it’s due to her upcoming court case involving her children, but she should be turning to her fucking HUSBAND for support, no?!! Well, the other evening, when I was watching Toonami, I could hear him on his cell phone in the other room. I know that he was talking with that pasty, obese beefalo! You both know that I don’t deliberately eavesdrop, and he always forgets to use his ‘indoor/library voice’ – well, I heard two sentences that disturbed me greatly… (swigs from bottle again)

(Kali and The Aries wait)

S13 (gathers her thoughts): I heard him ask, “Did you do what I said? Did you take it and hide it? You know, that thing?” I guess she asked him a question, because the next thing he said was, “You know, that thing…the test.”

(The Aries raises one eyebrow, while Kali’s face becomes an inscrutable mask)

S13 (angrily): I’m at my wit’s end with that!!! The possibility is there, and the timing is too coincidental to ignore…I know he’s been banging that bucket of slop, but to do it without protection…fuck-all, that’s THE fucking worst thing that could happen! If my suspicion is correct and it proves to be true, I’m washing my hands and clearing right the fuck out…and nobody better tell me that I’d have to accept any so-called ‘grandchildren’ born out of wedlock with a married female who would fuck a dog if no one else was available!!! Fuck NO!!! Even with a gawddamned paternity test!!!

(The Aries is speechless and sips at the sake bottle; Kali gathers her thoughts for a moment, then finally speaks)

K: Sometimes, our best efforts aren’t enough. All you can do is note that you did your best, and you were sabotaged…you can’t be faulted for that. Not everyone is blessed with your internal strength, too…take some comfort in that.

S13 (sighs): I came close to being homeless a couple of times in my past because of undependable people…but I didn’t sell myself or my standards to survive – I worked hard! I learned that relying on myself has been the only way to go. Depending on losers isn’t a recipe for success!!

(Kali and The Aries both nod silently)

S13: Then, when I wasn’t expecting it or even looking for companionship, The WindRider entered my life – that seems to be the rule; when you stop ‘searching’ for love, it drops right in your lap! Anyway, we have moved forward together in a loving, mutual relationship. He’s been my rock…not discounting you one bit, ‘Ken-kun’! You’ve been an important part of me for a long time – your strength has helped me move mountains.

A: Aye…I knew that once you found your strength and sense of self, you would draw a strong one to you. He is your counterpart in every way…that’s good to see.

K: Indeed…it would appear that you found your Lord Shiva!

S13 (smiling): Yes…yes, I have – it’s amazing. Sometimes I wish he and I had met a few years ago…we would own the fucking world by now!

A (laughing): Well, it’s not too late! You are both still in your prime, and your travels are already legendary…you’re well on your way!

S13: A toast to us, then – Skoal!!

(The Aries pulls out another sake bottle from his haori and clinks it against Sepultura13’s bottle of ale; Kali touches her flask to the other containers and they all drink deeply)

S13 (leans back in her chair and stretches, staring up at the sky): I think I feel a little bit better, now…that was a lot to hold in.

A: You know we’re always here for ya, Seppy-chan…we will carry your burdens for you as long as you need us to.

K: You don’t have to fight these internal battles alone…you know this – that is why you called us here, no?

S13: Yep – and now I feel cleansed in a way…I can move forward with determination and don’t need to apologize for my thoughts and feelings. I own my actions, unlike some!

A: Unlike MOST – don’t forget that! This is the true meaning of being a 1%er…those fucking idiots you encounter every day are clueless to that fact! Politicizing everything…silly, stupid, cretins!! But, that’s a topic for another day…

(gets up from his chair)

A: It appears we are adjourning so I’ll take my leave, if I may? (he bows to Sepultura13, then to Kali)

A: Ladies…until the next time.

(he turns and walks towards the north; Kali and Sepultura13 watch him until he fades from view)

S13: He never waits for thanks, does he?

K (smiling): He knows that your gratitude is deep and genuine…it is enough for him. He doesn’t like leaving the door unguarded, you know.

S13: True, true…and thank you, Lady Kali – your presence is most beneficial. Your voice of reason always cuts through the anger and the pain, and it helps immensely. Thanks again…morning draws nigh.

(her eyes close and she grows opaque, then fades away altogether)

[Kali remains seated while Sepultura13 vanishes completely. She chants a soft mantra while the sun is sets and the shadows grow longer. Storm clouds are building, and the sinking sun washes them in brilliant gold, bright yellow, blood red, and deep purple. A massive gray edifice appears out of the gloom on the eastern side of the ‘henge. Kali continues her chant as she waits on whoever deigns to make their presence known. She has a feeling she knows their identity, but has not had the opportunity to directly communicate with them since Sepultura13 and The Aries took control.]


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