25 November 2005
17 November 2005
Full Metal Alchemist
Okay, it’s official. I’m hooked on Full Metal Alchemist.
I’m also totally grooving on the theme song.
In other news...the whole Sorvuso thing gets wierder and wierder.
I’m losing my grip on that whole part of my life.
I’m also totally grooving on the theme song.
In other news...the whole Sorvuso thing gets wierder and wierder.
I’m losing my grip on that whole part of my life.
15 November 2005
I need some magickal help here...
The name “Sorvuso” was revealed to me by someone who immediately upon opening their mind to other Paths immediately clammed back shut and is now claiming uber-Christianity.
Does the name Sorvuso mean anything to anyone? Does it ring any astral bells?
Curious (and alarmed) minds want to know.
Does the name Sorvuso mean anything to anyone? Does it ring any astral bells?
Curious (and alarmed) minds want to know.
Teacher Teacher, Can you teach me?
I’ve decided that I should give in to my calling to be a teacher of the Path that I follow. If you would like more information on what is involved or if you would like to be in a class, let me know here or via email at bigbearjt@gmail.com
11 November 2005
Okay..it's time for me to kill the mp3 player...
If ya know Red Sovine...
It’s not music to listen to while you are depressed...
Lyrics to Red Sovine - Roses For Mama
Well, I had two weeks vacation comin’,
so I thought I’d drive down to Florida:
spend some time with an old friend,
date a few girls,
make a few parties,
and just kinda live it up again.
So I packed up my car,
and then I called my Mom in Tennesee,
and told her what I planned to do.
She said, “Son, are you comin’ by?”
And I said, “Mom, I’m really pushed for time,
but I’ll see you in a week or two.”
And I was drivin’ through this little town in Georgia
when I remembered:
today’s Mama’s birthday.
Well, I thought, I’ll just stop and
wire some flowers; shouldn’t take too long;
then I’ll be on my way.
So I walked into a flower shop
and the first thing I saw was this little boy,
with his eyes full of tears.
I said, “What’s wrong, son?” He said,
“Mama loves roses. And today’s her birthday,
and I haven’t seen her in almost a year.”
He said, “I live with Grandma now.
But I promised Mama some roses,
’cause I talk to her all the time.
I wanted to give her five,
’cause that’s how old I am.
But the lady said I couldn’t buy ’em with just a dime.”
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
Well, the little fella’s story
kinda touched my heart, so I told the lady
to give him what he wanted and charge it to me.
Then I told her
I needed to wire a dozen roses to my Mama,
up in Chapel Hill, Tennessee.
I looked around, and the little boy was gone.
But all of a sudden the door flew open
and he come runnin’ back in and he said,
“Mister, I forgot to thank you for the roses.”
He smiled, he shook my hand,
and ran back out again.
Well, I started on out of town.
And I was feelin’ real proud of myself
for thinkin’ of my Mama and really carin’,
when I looked out the window
and I saw that same little boy,
kneelin’ by a grave in an old cemetery.
I stopped my car and walked over to where
the little boy was kneelin’ down. And he smiled
up at me and said, “This is where my Mama stays.
She says she sure does thank you
for these pretty roses.”
Well, that’s when I had to walk away.
And I drove straight back to that flower shop
and I said, “Lady,
have you sent those flowers to Tennessee?”
She said, “No, not yet.”
I said, “Well, never mind.
I’ll just take them back with me.”
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
It’s not music to listen to while you are depressed...
Lyrics to Red Sovine - Roses For Mama
Well, I had two weeks vacation comin’,
so I thought I’d drive down to Florida:
spend some time with an old friend,
date a few girls,
make a few parties,
and just kinda live it up again.
So I packed up my car,
and then I called my Mom in Tennesee,
and told her what I planned to do.
She said, “Son, are you comin’ by?”
And I said, “Mom, I’m really pushed for time,
but I’ll see you in a week or two.”
And I was drivin’ through this little town in Georgia
when I remembered:
today’s Mama’s birthday.
Well, I thought, I’ll just stop and
wire some flowers; shouldn’t take too long;
then I’ll be on my way.
So I walked into a flower shop
and the first thing I saw was this little boy,
with his eyes full of tears.
I said, “What’s wrong, son?” He said,
“Mama loves roses. And today’s her birthday,
and I haven’t seen her in almost a year.”
He said, “I live with Grandma now.
But I promised Mama some roses,
’cause I talk to her all the time.
I wanted to give her five,
’cause that’s how old I am.
But the lady said I couldn’t buy ’em with just a dime.”
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
Well, the little fella’s story
kinda touched my heart, so I told the lady
to give him what he wanted and charge it to me.
Then I told her
I needed to wire a dozen roses to my Mama,
up in Chapel Hill, Tennessee.
I looked around, and the little boy was gone.
But all of a sudden the door flew open
and he come runnin’ back in and he said,
“Mister, I forgot to thank you for the roses.”
He smiled, he shook my hand,
and ran back out again.
Well, I started on out of town.
And I was feelin’ real proud of myself
for thinkin’ of my Mama and really carin’,
when I looked out the window
and I saw that same little boy,
kneelin’ by a grave in an old cemetery.
I stopped my car and walked over to where
the little boy was kneelin’ down. And he smiled
up at me and said, “This is where my Mama stays.
She says she sure does thank you
for these pretty roses.”
Well, that’s when I had to walk away.
And I drove straight back to that flower shop
and I said, “Lady,
have you sent those flowers to Tennessee?”
She said, “No, not yet.”
I said, “Well, never mind.
I’ll just take them back with me.”
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
Roses for Mama
Today’s her birthday
If you read my previous post...
If you are a regular reader of my LJ, you know that when I start not-posting for longer periods of time, it generally signals a down period. Yup. That’s what this has been.
Things have been messed up in terms of romance and dating.
I had one date with a very nice young man but he’s not looking for anything as he’s just out of a relationship. Bummer, but I can respect his honesty.
One guy has been flirting with me for a few months now and every time I try to set a date, he always has something going. I called him on it, he set a date (yesterday) and I heard nothing in the week leading up to it. Done with that.
There is chaos/confusion running rampant in my spiritual life, but I feel that I’m finally getting back on track and realigning my beliefs again. I may have found a student. He is leary and unsure if he wants to change his current path. As I told him, you have to know your path. You do not have to dedicate yourself to a path for life, but you do have to honestly walk the path if you wish to learn along the journey.
I’ll post more details of my religious stuff in my other journal and link it here as a Pagan only friends list. If you want to be on that Pagan/Wiccan/Shaman/Celtic friends group, let me know and I will add you to that group for this journal and let you know the name of the other journal that focuses strictly on my religious postings.
That’s all for now. I’ll most post more later catching up on things during the last couple of weeks.
Things have been messed up in terms of romance and dating.
I had one date with a very nice young man but he’s not looking for anything as he’s just out of a relationship. Bummer, but I can respect his honesty.
One guy has been flirting with me for a few months now and every time I try to set a date, he always has something going. I called him on it, he set a date (yesterday) and I heard nothing in the week leading up to it. Done with that.
There is chaos/confusion running rampant in my spiritual life, but I feel that I’m finally getting back on track and realigning my beliefs again. I may have found a student. He is leary and unsure if he wants to change his current path. As I told him, you have to know your path. You do not have to dedicate yourself to a path for life, but you do have to honestly walk the path if you wish to learn along the journey.
I’ll post more details of my religious stuff in my other journal and link it here as a Pagan only friends list. If you want to be on that Pagan/Wiccan/Shaman/Celtic friends group, let me know and I will add you to that group for this journal and let you know the name of the other journal that focuses strictly on my religious postings.
That’s all for now. I’ll most post more later catching up on things during the last couple of weeks.
This song summarizes how I feel about love and romance about now...
Coming Up Close
by ‘Til Tuesday
One night in Iowa, he and I in a borrowed car
went driving in the summer, promises in every star
out in the distance I could hear some people laughing
I felt my heart beat back a weekend’s worth of sadness
There was a farmhouse that had long since been deserted
we stopped and carved our hearts into the wooden surface
we thought just for an instant we could see the future
we thought for once we knew what really was important
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home and oh, by the way
don’t you know that I could make
a dream that’s barely half-awake come true
I wanted to say -
but anything I could have said
I felt somehow that you already knew
We got back in the car and listened to a Dylan tape
we drove around the fields until it started getting late
and I went back to my hotel room on the highway
and he just got back in his car and drove away
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home and oh, by the way
don’t you know that I could make
a dream that’s barely half-awake come true
I wanted to say - but anything I could have said
I felt somehow that you already knew
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home Come on home
by ‘Til Tuesday
One night in Iowa, he and I in a borrowed car
went driving in the summer, promises in every star
out in the distance I could hear some people laughing
I felt my heart beat back a weekend’s worth of sadness
There was a farmhouse that had long since been deserted
we stopped and carved our hearts into the wooden surface
we thought just for an instant we could see the future
we thought for once we knew what really was important
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home and oh, by the way
don’t you know that I could make
a dream that’s barely half-awake come true
I wanted to say -
but anything I could have said
I felt somehow that you already knew
We got back in the car and listened to a Dylan tape
we drove around the fields until it started getting late
and I went back to my hotel room on the highway
and he just got back in his car and drove away
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home and oh, by the way
don’t you know that I could make
a dream that’s barely half-awake come true
I wanted to say - but anything I could have said
I felt somehow that you already knew
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home
Coming up close
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home Come on home
03 November 2005
Hrm...
Okay, so I’m sitting here thinking I *really* need to get cracking on my killer kitties story for National Novel Writing Month and so what do I cue up in its entirety?
Pink Floyd - The Wall
Interesting choice of music in my mind I guess.
There’s a lot more going on that I’ll post about later.
Pink Floyd - The Wall
Interesting choice of music in my mind I guess.
There’s a lot more going on that I’ll post about later.
02 November 2005
<i>Elmwood</i> written in 1998
Elmwood
I was struck by the irony of flying over Elmwood
Not maybe, not kinda, but very much Elmwood
As I looked down and watched my hometown
Sliding before my eyes as if it were a dream
I could make out Central Park
The “Y” towards Yates City
I quickly found the Country Club,
then the high school, then Maple Street,
The creek showed me Rose and Ash streets.
Then I saw the little snow covered dot
Where Putnam and Harrison come together.
Home.
At least what had been home,
Now just a reminder of things past
And a reminder of things future
Many of my life’s most important lessons
Were either taught or learned there.
We’ve been away from that house for seven years,
Seven years to break the bonds,
Seven years to vainly break indelible bonds,
No matter how much time,
No matter what the distance.
I think the “H” in Home is for Hope,
of dreams to be realized.
The “O” is for the open arms of Mom
who always made it better.
The “M” is for motivation
the driving force to do all we can.
But most of all, I think the “E” in home
is for Elmwood.
(c)1998 by John Lamb
I was struck by the irony of flying over Elmwood
Not maybe, not kinda, but very much Elmwood
As I looked down and watched my hometown
Sliding before my eyes as if it were a dream
I could make out Central Park
The “Y” towards Yates City
I quickly found the Country Club,
then the high school, then Maple Street,
The creek showed me Rose and Ash streets.
Then I saw the little snow covered dot
Where Putnam and Harrison come together.
Home.
At least what had been home,
Now just a reminder of things past
And a reminder of things future
Many of my life’s most important lessons
Were either taught or learned there.
We’ve been away from that house for seven years,
Seven years to break the bonds,
Seven years to vainly break indelible bonds,
No matter how much time,
No matter what the distance.
I think the “H” in Home is for Hope,
of dreams to be realized.
The “O” is for the open arms of Mom
who always made it better.
The “M” is for motivation
the driving force to do all we can.
But most of all, I think the “E” in home
is for Elmwood.
(c)1998 by John Lamb
My novel...
Did anyone read it?
Hell, does anyone read my journal any more?
If you actually did read the first two chapters I posted, I’ll admit that chapter two is rather clunky. I’m trying to fix it up and get it to flow smoother. Anyone have any suggestions? I can’t guarantee I’ll use them, but I’ll certainly consider them.
Hell, does anyone read my journal any more?
If you actually did read the first two chapters I posted, I’ll admit that chapter two is rather clunky. I’m trying to fix it up and get it to flow smoother. Anyone have any suggestions? I can’t guarantee I’ll use them, but I’ll certainly consider them.
Interesting day so far...
Bad News:
I check my paycard before heading to work. No paycheck.
Good News:
It should be there, they’re checking on it.
Bad News:
No, it’s being processed.
Good News: Got to work 20 minutes early, got caught up before clocking on.
Better News: Got sent home before I clocked in...it was that slow at work. Call volume was almost non-existant.
Best News: Payroll is in process. I should have it tomorrow morning.
So, I have a day off and I’m home before noon. I’m going to clean up my part of the house and enjoy some time to sit back and write...and maybe play some Final Fantasy XI.
I check my paycard before heading to work. No paycheck.
Good News:
It should be there, they’re checking on it.
Bad News:
No, it’s being processed.
Good News: Got to work 20 minutes early, got caught up before clocking on.
Better News: Got sent home before I clocked in...it was that slow at work. Call volume was almost non-existant.
Best News: Payroll is in process. I should have it tomorrow morning.
So, I have a day off and I’m home before noon. I’m going to clean up my part of the house and enjoy some time to sit back and write...and maybe play some Final Fantasy XI.
01 November 2005
Aaarrgh!
NaNoWriMo is here and I have a story in my head. I’m so frazzled from work and the trip to Chicago last weekend that I can’t write. I need a real vacation...not two days out sick followed by a two day mad dash road trip.
*ponders* I need a vacation. I really do.
*ponders* I need a vacation. I really do.
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