Flaming Chords

This is my front page. All comments here are screened; if you don't have my email address, you can drop me a line here. If I know your email address, I'll reply by email -- if not, I'll reply to your comment, and then rescreen both your comment and my reply.

It's also got every tag I have -- this is because my current LJ style doesn't include a tag index. (At least half of my participation on LJ is on my Treo. I chose this style because it loads quickly and it's still readable on a small screen.)

I'd tell you more about myself, but that's what my profile -- and the rest of my journal -- are for.

"Comment to this post, and I will choose 7 of your interests that I am curious about. You post about them in your own journal and we continue from there."

I replied when ms_daisy_cutter posted this meme, and here are the seven she chose.

( Math Metal, Dream Theater, Weird Art, Strangers in Paradise, Protosciences, Oneirology, Ingersoll. )

I love the pussy. The pussy loves me. Meow!

I'm being glomped by other people's outdoor cats on the way home lately. It's cute -- they watch me walk by, they plant themselves squarely in my path, they watch me stop. Then, they rub up against my legs, get in front of me again, and roll over. "No human can resist... the belly fur!"

Well, some humans can. I'm just not one of them. But then, I'm a redhead, which according to Heinlein means I'm part cat myself.


I can dress myself just fine... really!

Men, take notice. If you dress on the right, keep your cellphone in your left pocket. If you dress on the left, keep your cellphone in your right pocket. This is especially important if your phone is set on "vibrate." After I spent a few days without having charged my phone, I had to relearn this lesson the hard way. At work.


"Every moment of the night, I lead another life."

Passenger planes are flying overhead, and as they fly above my sleeping body, everyone aboard starts thinking, "I'm horny and I don't know why." Wonder why no more -- I'm the reason for it!

Still dreaming up a storm, regularly. Still being tempted to find a dealer who traffics in ecstasy, which is an easy temptation to fight. Still reasonably free of temptation to find a dealer who traffics in meth, which would be a harder temptation to fight. My inner demons are still apparently incompetent.

I hope that you ex-users here find this as funny as I do. Not just because I find this hilarious, but because my last LJ entry on the topic of drugs caused at least a few of you pain.

The last few nights, I've been dreaming about MDMA -- "Ecstasy," to most of you. And lemme tell you, the dreams have been amazing. ( Hidden for TMI. Kinda softcore pornish TMI. ) The dreams seem to be determined to get me to go buy some X and find a rave.

I take this moment to remind you that the drug I'm working on quitting is meth, not X. I've taken ecstasy twice, and I've never had any kind of intimate contact beyond a backrub while on it. The closest thing to orgasm I've experienced on ecstasy is the way that strawberries tasted while I was on it. I am in absolutely no danger of submitting to any urge to take ecstasy again, even with these dreams trying to pull me in that direction.

My inner demons seem to be a bit Unclear on the Concept.