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It's Christmas Eve morning (note: didn't get around to posting this till his second nap in the afternoon,) and I'm sitting here with Callum sleeping on my lap, waiting for him to wake up so we can go to the store and get some red cabbage for Fakemas dinner. We did Fakesgiving, now it's Fakemas because everyone can only get together on the 26th. That's fine by me, because hey, extra days of celebration, right?

I'm also typing this on my laptop because my Mac crapped the bed. It took me about two frantic weeks to rescue everything off the dying hard drive. A friend gave me an iCloud type thing as a gift, so it's all being backed up online.

Oh, my Mom gave me a month subscription to Ancestry.com. OMG, the things I found! On my Mother's Mother's side, all the way back to Ireland and Germany. On my Mother's Dad's side, a total dead end. Apparently my great grandmother never even existed. And all records stop after my great great grandfather. The only hint is a slave from Trinidad with the family name. I'm thinking maybe that's why they never discussed anything.

On my dad's side – wow! 4th great grandmother Rebecca Moon, great Aunt Freelove Moon, some people who fought in the civil war (on the GOOD side, mind!) and then, after that, I started going back further when they started turning up in England. England was really good about keeping records. I started to see titles: Sir, Lady, Lord. And then Baron, Viscount, Count... and then princess. It turns out I'm directly descended from Princess Marguerite of Italy, and all of the Capet kings and queens of France. I was really hoping for the British Plantagenets, but no dice. I am French as hell. And no direct line from Eleanlor of Aquitaine, though her husband was my 21st great grandfather. :/ It tickled me about Princess Marguerite, though, because I understand that Margherita pizza is named after her, and that's my favorite.

And there were some slaves on that side, too, from Jamaica. So it's like, Kings and Queens from France and Italy had a bunch of descendants who came to America in the 1700s and married Natives and slaves. And then a second wave of immigrants came from Italy and Germany.

I just wish I could find anything at all on my Mom's side!

Last week I went out with my best pal, Glassworker. We went to see Thor 2. It was my first post-baby movie. I freaking loved it. Best fight scene ever (though it pissed me off, because I have that whole world-bending, gravity-screwed, physics-mess kind of stuff in my book, too.) There were some parts that made me laugh until I was slapping my thighs. And of course Tom Hiddleston never puts a line wrong. I'm glad it was my first movie after having CJ. I mean, I had already had one night out (the TBS concert,) but this was a little less stressful. The movie theater is right around the corner and I went with my best friend.

CJ is still asleep, but once he wakes up, we're off to the store. Then we come home, eat lunch together, (he's super into food, like me,) then he plays with his piano for a few minutes while I do some stuff online. Then by 2, he's ready for another nap. He still naps on a pillow on my lap. I haven't really tried putting him down for a nap. Every little thing wakes him up. One of these days, I'll try it. Then when he wakes, we play together for a while, then take the dogs out, he plays with his Mozart Cube or Music Turtle while I feed the dogs and get his dinner ready. Then he eats dinner, then I eat dinner, and then by 6 he's asleep again and I usually watch something on TV. These days it's Fringe on Netflix. He wakes up, we play for a bit, then his Grammy comes home and she takes him for a while so I can clean Havoc's cage and take a shower. He's usually asleep by 9. He still does not sleep through the night. At this point, he wakes around 5 AM asking for food. But he's pretty good about going back to sleep after I feed him. I like to put him in my bed after 5 AM and let him sleep there for a few hours. He's getting so big now, he hardly fits into the little space he used to occupy. And he does tend to wake me up by grabbing my face or kicking me in the crotch. O_O

Yeah, that's my whole day right there!

He's also started waving goodbye and clapping, right at 7 months. Clapping is right on schedule, waving a few months ahead, I think. He still won't crawl, though I see him thinking about it. I think there's time for that.

Tomorrow is obviously his first Christmas, so we'll stop by Boychild's family across the street for a bit, but the real family dinner will be the day after.

After the holidays I have a lunch date with Empress, Lady Chrysanthemum, Snarklit, Gold Dragon and hopefully Lao Shir.

And then it's the loooong, cold winter.




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This past Tuesday we had Fakesgiving. Everyone else in the family is going to be away in Disney for actual TG, so we bumped it up a week and a half. It was a little hectic because I had to work, and lots of the food got burned because it's pretty hard to do this whole holiday thing with an infant! But it was still brilliant. The only problem was that SB and his girlfriend weren't there, since they moved to upstate NY and couldn't make the trip down. I think it's the first Thanksgiving that I haven't seen him. And Timmy was working. :(

And now I've got all holiday music on my iPod and holiday stations in my car, because I am ridiculous.

Callum really, really loves this whole "eating" thing. He's very into yogurt and fruit. Not a fan of veg so far, but there's time for that.

Funny moment: My Mom talking to my uncle about cable vs. Direct TV and asking him, "You have Optimum, right? Do you have a big package?" and realizing what she was saying halfway through the last word and trying to un-say it. Chrissie and I laughed until we were in tears.

I have to work super early tomorrow, extra early, in fact, to squeeze in a 90 minute treatment and an hour one. My first client is a book scout but she's told me straight out that she left one of her doctors because she could tell she wanted to get published, and that she left a past massage therapist because she talked too much about herself. And she's really nice, so I don't want to put her off. And when I'm at work, I'm a massage therapist and not a writer. I'm there to do one job.

Though, god, it really sucks having an actual book scout right there, and not being able to ask questions or anything!

I had to take next Monday ant Tuesday off work, because my Mom has to work and I don't have anyone to watch CJ. To make up for it, I'm going in on black Friday. Once I come home, then I'll go out and get a little holiday tree for baby and me. :) I'm going to be even more obnoxious about the hols than I used to be. Ha.




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This is gonna be a story in photos. :)

The holiday season )


And that's the story, in pictures, of this holiday season!





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It’s that time. You know, when you go into the store and you’re blasted with holiday songs on a constant loop until you’re sick of them and you want to punch music in the face?

I actually dig holiday music. Some, anyway. Though there are those that make me think their writers/creators should have been kneecapped before they got the chance to record them.

WORST HOLIDAY SONGS:



The Christmas Shoes - Be honest, you don’t know of a single more cloying, manipulative, and flat-out bad song ever recorded for the holidays. This guy is so damn proud of himself for buying some kid’s dying Mom a pair of hooker shoes so she can go meet Jesus, he just can’t get over how awesome he is. Although honestly, sometimes I’ll listen to it for a laugh.

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer - This song wasn’t even funny when it came out, when, in the 80s? It was a gimmick then, and now it’s a dated gimmick. There is nothing hilarious, or cute, or clever about it. It’s just pointless.

Baby It’s Cold Outside - Maybe not a holiday song exactly, but you do hear it stuffed in there with the other holiday songs. How disturbing is the story here? Does he actually slip something into her drink? Jesus!

The Holiday Season - I’m sorry, I just can’t get past the “coming down the chimney down” part. Why does he have to say “down” twice?

Do They Know It’s Chrismas? - WTF do you care? Not everyone celebrates the same holiday as you! This is such a patronizing, colonialistic, White Savior piece of junk.

Blue Christmas - I know, it’s a classic, and a really pretty song. But try listening to this one after you lose someone. Just try.

Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart - Just because it WON’T GO AWAY.

But, there are really awesome holiday songs that I really enjoy, too. These are the ones I can’t wait to hear this year:

O Holy Night - Man, I’m about the least Christian person ever, but I have to hand it to them: they have beautiful music. This is one of the most gorgeous melodies ever written. I even tear up over the penis version.

Happy Christmas / War Is Over - Okay, so the John Lennon version has lyrics that are, say, a little dated. Like, you probably wouldn’t record them today. It’s still a beautiful song and it gives me the all-overs, especially when the kids start singing. And especially if you want a war to be over. For a version with somewhat, err, updated lyrics, see the one by The Used and Street Drum Corps. Anything with this kind of drums is orgasmic to begin with, and no matter your feelings about Bert McCracken and how me might or might not smell, he’s got a beautiful voice.

Snoopy And The Red Baron (Or: Snoopy’s Christmas) - Man, shut up. This is the best song.

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - This one gets me all emo, too. “Through the years, we all will be together, if the fates allow…” Well, sometimes the fates don’t allow that. But you know, like Hesher said, you still have one nut left, right?

Little Drummer Boy - Any version of this song is good. I don’t even care that there was never any drummer boy or any oxes or cows or whatever, this is just a gorgeous song. Especially by the Harry Simeon choir, or the one with David Bowie and Bing Crosby. Do you know that there is a Hula to this song? And it’s beautiful!

Carol Of The Bells - The build up, the melody, everything! And nothing’s as good as the version by Trans Siberian Orchestra and Savatage, AMIRITE? (No, it’s not Metallica. STOP.)


Well, that’s my list of worst and best.
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Gacked, as always, from [livejournal.com profile] spatterdash :D

1 - What did you do in 2012 that you’d never done before?

Got pregnant. :) That's pretty new.

2.Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?


I don't really make resolutions on New Years.



3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

My friend Casse, whom I used to work with at The Bad Place. Also, Jennel got married.


4. Did anyone close to you die?

Yes, I lost a few folks this year. My very beloved Uncle John Koko, for one. That one still hits me pretty hard when I think about him. I haven't yet been able to listen to his music, which is a huge loss in and of itself. And more recently, my friend Stace.


5. What countries did you visit?

None, sadly.


6. What would you like to have in 2013 that you lacked in 2012?

Oh boy, an agent? I say that every year! Job security, too.


7. What date from 2012 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

August 25th was the day I went and got knocked up, so that's pretty special.


8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I'm not sure getting pregnant is actually an achievement. It's not something for which I needed a particular skill-set or determination. I got lucky.

I guess my biggest achievement was getting into the LRRH Redux book not once, but twice, and also having my essay on feminism sourced as the inspiration for it. That was really special for me.



9. What was your biggest failure?

Again, not nabbing that agent. Also, I think I spent a lot of time futzing around instead of writing. Another thing I say pretty much every year.


10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Morning sickness was pretty bad for a while. I also effed up my right shoulder earlier in the year. According to my chiropractor, I might have torn some fibers from my tendon, causing them to slip out of the groove. He set them back into place and the problem started to resolve.



11. What was the best thing you bought?

Sperm. ^_^



12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

I want to say, I love [livejournal.com profile] spatterdash's answer here: Every person in the nation who voted for Obama (or just voted against Mitt Romney). Also, a lot of my friends and family who got really outspoken and active when it came to social issues. As well as Joe from HitRECord for his unabashed feminism.


13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Again quoting [livejournal.com profile] spatterdash : The entire Republican party. As well as, sadly, some family members. I had to un-friend an uncle, not only because he was such a hardcore right-wing conservative, but because he called everyone who disagreed with him (well, me,) a "braindead liberal."

And recently, let's add to that these tone-deaf, gun-loving, NRA-supporting assheads. Really? Now? You're doing this now?



14. Where did most of your money go?


Sperm.



15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?


SPERM! Hehe. Getting pregnant. Thinking of baby names. Getting onesies in the mail.

And getting partial requests for my novel, and good feedback from editors and agents. Getting published again in something that meant a lot to me.

Obama's reelection, obvs. I was super excited about that.


What song will always remind you of 2012

GANGNAM STYLE! For sure! And also probably "We Are Young" by Fun. That was my summer song.


17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder?  Happier!

ii. thinner or fatter?  Oddly, thinner. But that's going to change soon enough.

iii. richer or poorer?  Poorer by far.


18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Dancing. Working out. Remodeling.


19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Worrying.



20. How will you be spending Christmas/New Years?

Christmas, probably partially at my cousin's house and my Mom's. Then, a second Christmas with SB, Jo-chan and my uncle. New Years, probably nothing. Though I might hit Chinatown for the Lunar New Year celebration.




21. What new people did you meet this year, and any old friends reconnected?


I met some new people on HitRECord, a new receptionist at work, some nice folks and students at the yoga studio where I taught a Hula class.


22. Did you fall in love in 2012?

nah!



24. What was your favorite TV program?

Oh boy, let's see. I've still been watching Doctor Who. I watched Lost on Netflix and got really into that, too. I like Elementary, and Once Upon A Time.


25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

No, I'm not big on the hate. I am disappointed in lots of folks, though.


26. What was the best book you read?

I really enjoyed The Hunger Games. I also was into JK Rowling's new one, The Casual Vacancy.


27. What was your greatest musical discovery?


Fun., I guess, because I really enjoyed quite a few of their songs. Psy, I just know the one, but I like him a lot.



28. What did you want and get?

Published again. :) By HitRECord, again. :D And pregnant!


29. What did you want and not get?

A book deal. An agent. The usual.




30. What was your favorite film of this year?

Looper, by far.



31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I was 40, and didn't really do much. I'd had an ultrasound two days before, and I told some friends that I was pregnant. That was kinda neat.



32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Agent. Book deal. More Hula.


33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2012?

Same as usual, which is just "whatever's comfy." Although I did like a lot of earth tones and fitted tops this year.


34. What kept you sane?

I don't have a tendency to go insane. What kept me mellow was probably music, walking on the beach, walking in the park with my dogs, things like that.


35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Tom Hardy. :DDDDDD And I also really like the Obama family. I fancied Tom Hiddleston, too. He was great in The Hollow Crown.



36. What political issue stirred you the most?

The election and everything that was at stake during it: Women's rights, voter suppression, LGBT issues, minorities. And gun control, obviously.


37. Who did you miss?

My Dad, my Gran, Uncle John, and now Stace.



38. Who was the best new person you met?

I didn't meet a lot of new people this year, sadly.



39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2012:

Cheap mashed potatoes stay down when nothing else will.



40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

No lyric. Just the dance to Gangnam Style, which I can do pretty well, if we're being honest.

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So it's obviously been a really crappy week in terms of the big picture. The whole Sandy Hook thing went down Friday which is pretty devastating and unthinkable. Most of that I've dealt with on my Tumblr. That's where I keep most of my non-personal, great-big-world, social issue stuff. (And my fandom stuff too, really.)

So it's kinda hard to get that incident out of one's head long enough to focus on one's own life. But I am fortunate in that I can just go to bed sad and angry, whereas those families will probably never sleep again.

The holiday season carries on. I finished my gift shopping relatively early, and am just waiting on two more gifts which haven't arrived yet. My tree has already stopped sucking up water but it looks and smells really nice. Jo-chan is here 4 days out of the week and my Mom's got her tree up and even some lights.

Tomorrow is my anatomy scan ultrasound, so of course I'm a little nervous. It's to make sure Puglsey has all his parts and nothing looks unusual. Of course, at times like this, one wonders what kind of world one is putting children into. How do you know they'll ever be safe, when you can't even send them to school anymore? And then there's the worry about, how do you know you're not going to raise the next mass murderer? I know that good parenting and noticing signs and things like that has a lot to do with it, but events like this make it seem like it can so easily go wrong.

But of course, that kind of thing doesn't show up on ultrasound.

I had some good news about Haku. I was talking to Wizard Vet (or Genius Vet, whichever) about adding a new med, because the seizures are piling up again. We talked about Zonegran and that seemed like a good thing to try. Stress: try, because it's a hit or miss thing. The first thing to do was test his bloods to make sure that he's still in good shape. His liver values are slightly high (at 218 – last year they were 178,) but Wizard Vet said that's actually a really good value for a dog who's been on pheno for so long. She said usually they're in the thousands. That's because I keep him on mega doses of Milk Thistle every day. His chloride was MAD high, and that's a kidney value. Normal is 125 and his is 147. It doesn't sound like a big jump, but it's a small window. However, she said that's from the KBr, and if the Zonegran works, we can reduce the KBr.

Zonegran is CRAZY expensive. Like, $500 for a hundred pills, and he gets two a day. Fortunately, ZONICIMIDE is only $30 and is the exact same thing, and the pharmacy in town can fill it. What a huge load off my mind, let me tell you.

Guess I'll have more to post about tomorrow. Or at least, when I feel like posting what goes on tomorrow. :)



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All right, y'all know how I feel about this white-ass holiday and celebrating the slaughter of indigenous peoples, but it is still a day to show thanks for what we have. And I have tons of privileges and lots to be thankful for. Our family is doing Thanksgiving tomorrow instead of today, but in the spirit of the thing, here's my list.

My Mom! She is the best. I couldn't have asked for a better mom. And then in the last few years, the way she not only went back to work, but quickly climbed to a supervisor position after only being there for a little over a year, is pretty inspiring. Also, thankful that I had the Dad and grandparents that I had to raise me.

My close family, too. From my awesome cousins and their lovely son across the street who are always right there to help out, or for a laugh, or a few slices of pizza, to my other awesome cousins SB and Jo-Chan who are like a brother and sister to me, to my actual brother, and a small handful of aunts and uncles, (a very small handful,) I'm thankful that I get to see them or at least talk to them so often.

Some truly great friends, especially by best friend Kim. Some of my longest friendships, Drex and Durga. And of course, the always inspiring Empress, Chrysanthemum, Snarklit, Clydius Maximus, Dragon, McK, Sifu, Lao Shir... Most of them are from Kung Fu, obviously. And some of my friends are from when I worked at The Bad Place. It took me a long time to make friends, but the ones I have, I hope to keep forever.

The fact that I am apparently super healthy (*knock on wood!*) and super fertile, as well! Next year, I'll be thankful for having some bizarre little offspring running around and pooping all the time. Crazy!

My awesome Ninja Wizards. Those are my dogs and crow, in case you guys don't already know that. I know everyone thinks their pets are the cutest, the smartest, the most special – and you're all right, too. :) I've been through lots of crap with my guys and the way they all adapt is pretty amazing. And let's not forget my goldfish, The Doctor, either.

HULA. I'm so thankful that I can dance, and I'm thankful to the Hawaiian culture for sharing this with me.

My internet pals, old and new. I've known some of you for over ten years now. Imagine that? All the fandoms, all the squeeing, and then getting to know people outside of fandom, too. Some of you I've met, and some I've yet to meet, but I count you all as friends.

HITRECORD. Not only because these were the first (and so far only!) folks to publish me, and not only because I have all the resources I need to make whatever kind of dumb film I want, or that people use my resources to make their own art. That's all cool and stuff, but I'm thankful to have met some good friends on HitRECord, too. I'm sorry that I missed you all during the tour this year. Hopefully there will be something next year and we can all get together again. I haven't gotten any novels published yet, but Joseph Gordon Levitt thinks I'm a pretty great writer. And that is awesome.

I have a good job with a really terrific boss.

I have a home.

I have food, clean water, electricity, a computer, a warm bed, a TV. Money is always a struggle and a big worry, but I can't complain too much when I have all these privileges.

I'm also really thankful that I'm mostly happy. I know folks who have all of these privileges and more, but suffer from depression. I know what anxiety disorder is like, but depression and other mental illnesses are devastating and I'm thankful for my brain chemistry that allows me to feel this happiness.

And let's not forget, as always: There are good movies to watch, good music to listen to, good novels to read, fascinating science to learn, delicious food to eat, and all other sorts of interesting things in the world.

Whew, long list, and I'm sure I left a lot of things off, but I guess those are the basics.

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COURAGE. That is how I feel today, so HA. (I did try the sword form with that new sword. Haaaarrddd. But fun.)

Well, today is a day off and it is gorgeous out. Nearly 80 degrees (finally!) breezy and shiny. I tried to take the dogs to the beach (which I do on every day off now) and, BIG mistake. It was way too crowded. Sano was in hysterics. Welp, it's Memorial Day weekend, after all. The beginning of a-hole season. I swear I nearly up and murdered some people while driving yesterday. I swore, promised myself, made a vow that I was not going to leave the house at all after work yesterday. But, if the vet is open tomorrow, I'm going to have to go into Speonk to pick on Sano's meds. Ugh, traffic, UGH.

Speaking of vets, Haku was boarding at the vets yesterday. They turned their backs on him and also left his leash and collar within his reach (which I have warned them, so often, not to do,) and he ate his collar. He didn't get any of the tags, but the metal parts got stuck in his mouth and cut his gums to pieces. They're giving me a free service, so there's not much I can say. :/ Still, I don't think that "free" should mean "we're not even going to bother." On the other hand, accidents happen. On the OTHER hand, this is a known thing, and it's half the reason why he has to go in daycare in the first place.

In more pet news? I'm pretty sure my gourami Eames ate my favorite angel fish, Trowa. Trowa is nowhere to be found today, Eames is huge, and my other angel, Quatre, is acting like he witnessed the rapture. I am so upset. Trowa was the most mild-tempered fish I've ever had. He used to swim into the feeding cup and come up for petting. :( This really blows.

Umm, yesterday at work was really awesome. I had lots of nice people and they gave me lots of nice money. Gas and groceries this week (and replacing Haku's collar.)

Oh, that little 'keet, Derek? The neighbors' kid, who found him, was allowed to take him. I was real happy to hand him over to her today. She was thrilled. And they went out and bought him a beautiful cage with all the necessities and extras. Good bye, Derek! Have a good life with your new family. ^_^

What else did I do today? I totally managed my closet into submission. Got my summer stuff out, winter stuff away, everything organized. I even threw away clothes that were torn and unwearable. And I hate throwing things away. I set up the bird feeders, watered the plants, dicked around on HitRECord.

In that last entry of mine, I was rambling about listening to Makaha Sons again, right? So, I did. Well, mostly. I couldn't find Ho'oluana then I realized I'd given it to my Dad because the songs were already on my old computer. But, I listened to all the others and I was fine, for two days straight, up until the last song, Pua Carnation. And I don't even know why. It wasn't even one of my Dad's favorites. I'm sure he might have been aware of its existence, but he might not have even recognized it if he heard it. And the lyrics are nothing significant having to do with my Dad, either. So I don't know what got me started. One second I was on my way to work, merrily singing along, and the next, I was floodcrying like they do in anime. Out of frigging nowhere. Effing mourning, HOW DOES IT WORK.

Okay, enough negativity now. I am over that for the moment.

The rest of the week looks to be pretty decent. Movies with Glassworker Best Friend, maybe possibly movies with That Guy I Met (boy, he needs a code-name stat.) Nice weather, family, friends, good job, and teaching Hula next month.

Oh, yes! I am up to six students so far. And there's still a few weeks for more people to join. Am I excited? YES! :D

One more thing I just remembered! I just got that "keyword search" extension.

So, to the people looking for Kapunua: HI!

To the one looking for quotes about how praying won't help, it was Led Zeppelin.

To the one looking for "hula pa'u skirt color hi'iaka", I think it's red, from what I can remember having been told by a Kumu Hula once. Also, remember, Hi'iaka did have a magic red pa'u that she put over Lohi'au. :) Hope that helps.

For the one looking for "fa'arapu", mine isn't what it should be / used to be.

To the one looking for "legends about Camp Hero" and "into the radar tower," I hope you liked the short film.

To the one looking for info about "Male dog's urethra cut during neuter," in Haku's case, it was the ureter – or so I'm told by a few other vets and techs when I asked them, without mentioning the Idiot Vet's name, the date of surgery, or anything, if it was possible. Yes, apparently, it is.

To the person looking for "king arthur and the spiders story " please tell it to me, because I've never heard it but it sounds like it's right up my alley.

I love keyword search!

Okay, have a great weekend, everyone. And if you're travelling, please drive politely, don't slow down at every single goddamn effing corner, and please don't be a-holes to the locals!





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Ended up having two holiday gatherings, the first was on the 24th. It was SB, Jo-chan and their Dad, my uncle. I wasn't sure how holiday-ish I was feeling, still. I didn't decorate, get a tree, or even send out any cards. My Mom, though, she dug Gran's old tree out of the shed and set that up. I thought that was a really nice idea and it looked very cute.

Everything is always fun with SB and Jo-chan though, and we spent the first part of it in my Mom's kitchen, cooking and listening to my iPod.

Once my uncle got there, we did prezzies right away. My gift to SB and Jo this year is the tickets to Video Games Live, which we went to last year and which was mindblowing if you're any kind of gamer geek, and we all three of us are. (More on this later.) But, I also got them little prezzies too, just to have something to give. For SB I got a t shirt that he wanted, and for Jo-chan I got a little stuffed lemur with glowy eyes, which Haku tried to steal and chew.

My uncle got me (and Mom) the Family Guy Star Wars set. Hilariously, I got Family Guy Star Wars for my uncle, too. O_o AND. SB and Jo-chan bought me a SHINRA T SHIRT. I about peed my pants.

Then my Mom came out of her room saying, "Well, I didn't wrap this or anything, but..." and plonked down a PS3. That's right, my crazy Mom got me a PS3 for the holiday. WTMFF, I was so happy, but that is INSANE, a PS3, seriously!

The hit of the night (aside from the PS3) was what my uncle got for Jo-chan, which was this adorable little remote control helicopter. All of us actually played with that silly thing all night.

SO FUN. Then we played Akinator, and watched Family Guy "It's A Trap" while eating brownies and ridiculous amounts of ice cream.

Jo-chan introduced us to this beautiful piece of holiday music:

xmas lulz )

And because I'm twelve, this is the height of hilarity to me.

Pics! )

That was the first holiday gathering. The second one was on the 26th, and was Boychild's Momma and Poppa, and Boychild, over at my Mom's house also.

I got Boychild the Wii game The Force Unleashed II. My Mom got him a guitar. I got a calander, and tons and tons of warm fuzzy pajamas, socks and slippers, OMG, I love getting stuff like that so much. Oh, for Boychild's parents I got Special Egg Nog and a cute set of Long Island themed martini glasses.

We ate, and ate, and ate some more (Boychild's Momma bakes,) and I showed Boychild how to tune his guitar and how to strum it. He was very attentive to that. After, we played Twilight Princess, and then he totally schooled me in The Force Unleashed II. He insists that he's not a Padawan, but a Jedi. Yet he still favors the Sith, OMG, I'm a little worried. He thinks that Darth Maul is the best. I was like, "Boychild, Darth Maul killed Qui-gon." He was like, "I still like Darth Maul! And then Yogi-Wan killed him!' Because it's not Obi-wan, it's Yogi-Wan. He's a Star Wars/game geek and he's not hardly 4 yet. Score one for the team.

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And, that was that! ^_^ It was actually so much better than I'd dared to imagine.
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Ended up having two holiday gatherings, the first was on the 24th. It was SB, Jo-chan and their Dad, my uncle. I wasn't sure how holiday-ish I was feeling, still. I didn't decorate, get a tree, or even send out any cards. My Mom, though, she dug Gran's old tree out of the shed and set that up. I thought that was a really nice idea and it looked very cute.

Everything is always fun with SB and Jo-chan though, and we spent the first part of it in my Mom's kitchen, cooking and listening to my iPod.

Once my uncle got there, we did prezzies right away. My gift to SB and Jo this year is the tickets to Video Games Live, which we went to last year and which was mindblowing if you're any kind of gamer geek, and we all three of us are. (More on this later.) But, I also got them little prezzies too, just to have something to give. For SB I got a t shirt that he wanted, and for Jo-chan I got a little stuffed lemur with glowy eyes, which Haku tried to steal and chew.

My uncle got me (and Mom) the Family Guy Star Wars set. Hilariously, I got Family Guy Star Wars for my uncle, too. O_o AND. SB and Jo-chan bought me a SHINRA T SHIRT. I about peed my pants.

Then my Mom came out of her room saying, "Well, I didn't wrap this or anything, but..." and plonked down a PS3. That's right, my crazy Mom got me a PS3 for the holiday. WTMFF, I was so happy, but that is INSANE, a PS3, seriously!

The hit of the night (aside from the PS3) was what my uncle got for Jo-chan, which was this adorable little remote control helicopter. All of us actually played with that silly thing all night.

SO FUN. Then we played Akinator, and watched Family Guy "It's A Trap" while eating brownies and ridiculous amounts of ice cream.

Jo-chan introduced us to this beautiful piece of holiday music:

xmas lulz )

And because I'm twelve, this is the height of hilarity to me.

Pics! )

That was the first holiday gathering. The second one was on the 26th, and was Boychild's Momma and Poppa, and Boychild, over at my Mom's house also.

I got Boychild the Wii game The Force Unleashed II. My Mom got him a guitar. I got a calander, and tons and tons of warm fuzzy pajamas, socks and slippers, OMG, I love getting stuff like that so much. Oh, for Boychild's parents I got Special Egg Nog and a cute set of Long Island themed martini glasses.

We ate, and ate, and ate some more (Boychild's Momma bakes,) and I showed Boychild how to tune his guitar and how to strum it. He was very attentive to that. After, we played Twilight Princess, and then he totally schooled me in The Force Unleashed II. He insists that he's not a Padawan, but a Jedi. Yet he still favors the Sith, OMG, I'm a little worried. He thinks that Darth Maul is the best. I was like, "Boychild, Darth Maul killed Qui-gon." He was like, "I still like Darth Maul! And then Yogi-Wan killed him!' Because it's not Obi-wan, it's Yogi-Wan. He's a Star Wars/game geek and he's not hardly 4 yet. Score one for the team.

More pics! )

And, that was that! ^_^ It was actually so much better than I'd dared to imagine.
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Swords and staffs and flying boys )


On the twelfth day of Christmas, shonagonchan sent to me...
Twelve sorcerer hunters drumming
Eleven salukis piping
Ten crows a-leaping
Nine herbs dancing
Eight iguanas a-milking
Seven corvids a-reading
Six birds a-writing
Five na-a-a-ative americans
Four human rights
Three animal rights
Two x files
...and a broadsword in a zelazny.
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, shonagonchan sent to me...
Twelve sorcerer hunters drumming
Eleven salukis piping
Ten crows a-leaping
Nine herbs dancing
Eight iguanas a-milking
Seven corvids a-reading
Six birds a-writing
Five na-a-a-ative americans
Four human rights
Three animal rights
Two x files
...and a broadsword in a zelazny.
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So much to babble about, but I'll try to keep it short-ish.

Here's my exciting thing: I got a Hula show on the 19th, which, WOW, it's been over a year since I did an actual show. The last one was right after I lost Dad and it was miserable. I mean, the show was pretty good itself but the experience was hard, trying to smile through the whole thing, trying to be cheerful and Aloha etc. This one is going to be so much better. It's a holiday show. I haven't done a holiday performance in, what, like eight years? No one wants Hula in the winter, that's why. Or if they do, they don't ask this far-east gal to come and perform. So, I get to do Hawaiian Santa, White Christmas, Little Drummer Boy (I try to keep holidays secular, but LDB is legit one of my favorite songs ever and I really love the Hula; it's mad difficult unless you know it well enough and have strong thighs, no joke,) and then I think I'll do some poi balls, and a Tahitian set.

And guess what? I'm doing La Toere. Come hell or high water or an extra five pounds or lack of practice. Actually, I really should practice that one. AND. I think that for the first time ever I'm going to do Tahiti, Tahiti, the pop song version. There's going to be a ton of kids there and I think they'll really love that one.

So that's the deal with that.

That aside, I utterly fail at the holidays this year. I really, seriously did try. I didn't want a tree,and I had to sit and think for a long time about why I didn't want one yet. I usually love getting a tree. And I think it's because Dad used to help me move my chair out of the way (or if he wasn't around to do it, I'd move it and when I'd tell him I'd gotten a tree he'd go, "Did you move that chair by yourself? You should have waited for me to do it!") which maybe is a really vague reason, but I couldn't help the association. That, and every single year I've always used Shinigami to go and get my tree. Even after Shinigami more or less quit on me, and I started driving around little red Ronin, I would still rev up Shinigami and take him out for a holiday spin to get my tree. Shinigami is still in the driveway. Last year someone asked me if I was ready to sell and I immediately busted out in irrational tears. I should sell, I know I should, I need to. Someone can fix up that beautiful car and drive it around like it should be driven. It's just, UGH, I have issues.

So! I decided I'd do my own stupid holiday thing, switch it up a little, do something new, right? So instead of a tree and a ton of lights, I figured I would get some of those big-ass pine things that people wind around their porches and I'd put it up all over my house. This way I'd get the nice tree-smell without all the admittedly irrational emotional nonsense. This was a huge effing mistake.

This is about the stupidest looking thing ever. )

You can't just stick them up all over the place, I guess. I had to cut it into three parts. Decoration fail.

Then I also thought it would be high-freaking-larious if I got two of those stupid balls and hung them side by side, right? Just for a laugh. The ones I found were like millennia old and the boxes were all beaten up. I tried them at the store and the guy even gave me a discount because they were so old. So I made my little holiday gag: )

And thought 'Oh, LOL, I am so funnee!" and then the right ball flickered out and has stayed that way. Damn it. I only have one ball for Yule now. Woe.

I remember what else I wanted to rave about. Kung Fu (who is surprised?) In the last few weeks we've been doing staff drills indoors; I mentioned it a few posts ago. On Tuesday (today is Thursday) we did even more two-person drills that were yet cooler than the last. And before that, we did line basics without staff.

Let me talk for a second about the line basics we did. First of all, we did them for about an hour, even going straight through warmup time without quitting. Which, fabulous. You get to that part where you stop feeling things like "ow, pain" and "boy my legs are tired." You just zone right on up out - please understand by my use of many prepositions how meaningful this is. Not only that, but the drills we were doing looked so effing cool, I may have to record it tonight. I always say it's so that we can remember what we were doing and practice them at home but honestly, it's because it looks cool. I can't even lie.

Well, it likely doesn't look as cool when I do them, because I am long-limbed and flaily and I fully realize that I don't have the right amount of control over the reach of my arms. I can actually feel it when I'm getting flaily, and invariably Sifu will come over to me saying something like "hey hey hey hey, Lotus-flower-blossom-san, what exactly are you doing?" I get way too enthusiastic, haha. So then I have to stop, reset my stance, and actually put some thought into it.

It's great, because we do right and left side, and the thing about Kung Fu is that it's so ambidextrous, you have to sync your right and left sides so that they're doing two opposite things, while your legs are pretty much doing yet another thing. You can kind of feel your brain seaming in the middle. It's neat.

So yeah, from Hula to Kung Fu, as usual.

And school. I guess I won't be writing much about that anymore, and I can probably retire my "school" tag. Not get rid of it, but I won't have to use it. Tomorrow is my last day, five clinic hours and then I'm pau. I also get my path paper back, and I'm kind of sweating that. I know I didn't fail, but I don't just want a good grade. I totally suck like that. I want the freaking A. I worked really hard on that paper. More than that, though, I don't want to let my supervisor down. I'll be bummed if I get a B or something. I realize I sound like a child but, well, I cop to that, too.

My last class was yesterday. It was a lousy hour and a half, and then about fifteen minutes of me running around registrar etc. trying to get them to fix up my missing paperwork, HELLO. I paid the extra cash for it five weeks ago (the first aid cert. cards that they misspelled, remember?) and I never heard back from them if they came in. I called, left messages etc. Then yesterday I went up there and was like, "WTF, no one ever called me back. Hope you guys realize I can't graduate without these cards, and today is my last day, why has no one returned my calls?" And she goes, "Oh, that. I do remember you paying, yeah. Umm. The guy who was doing that got fired."

OH, COOL. AND NO ONE TOOK OVER FOR HIM. THANKS GUYS.

I can't even tell you how ready I was to punch the entire effing school right in the ass. Long story short (too late,) I had to go the hell home, fax in my misspelled cards so that they can send them along with a certified letter (that they will write) saying how it's their own stupid fault and that the NYS boards pretty much have to accept them.

So that's my last experience with this idiotic school, way to send-off with a bang.

I'm fairly sure there was something else I wanted to catch up on but I can't think of it right now, which is probably just as well.

So, here, look at some pictures of my fish!  )

Those are just the ones in my ten-gallon tank. I'll have to upload some of the ones of my other guys in the 20, one of these times.

Well, I'd better gear up to think about getting out of the chair and feeding the dogs, and then myself, and then going into the stygian, freezing night to Kung Fu.

After tomorrow I don't have to see that stupid college for a really, really long time; not until I have to go back for continuing ed. Which I'm sure they will also screw up, but at least it will be a short term thing. Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!
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So much to babble about, but I'll try to keep it short-ish.

Here's my exciting thing: I got a Hula show on the 19th, which, WOW, it's been over a year since I did an actual show. The last one was right after I lost Dad and it was miserable. I mean, the show was pretty good itself but the experience was hard, trying to smile through the whole thing, trying to be cheerful and Aloha etc. This one is going to be so much better. It's a holiday show. I haven't done a holiday performance in, what, like eight years? No one wants Hula in the winter, that's why. Or if they do, they don't ask this far-east gal to come and perform. So, I get to do Hawaiian Santa, White Christmas, Little Drummer Boy (I try to keep holidays secular, but LDB is legit one of my favorite songs ever and I really love the Hula; it's mad difficult unless you know it well enough and have strong thighs, no joke,) and then I think I'll do some poi balls, and a Tahitian set.

And guess what? I'm doing La Toere. Come hell or high water or an extra five pounds or lack of practice. Actually, I really should practice that one. AND. I think that for the first time ever I'm going to do Tahiti, Tahiti, the pop song version. There's going to be a ton of kids there and I think they'll really love that one.

So that's the deal with that.

That aside, I utterly fail at the holidays this year. I really, seriously did try. I didn't want a tree,and I had to sit and think for a long time about why I didn't want one yet. I usually love getting a tree. And I think it's because Dad used to help me move my chair out of the way (or if he wasn't around to do it, I'd move it and when I'd tell him I'd gotten a tree he'd go, "Did you move that chair by yourself? You should have waited for me to do it!") which maybe is a really vague reason, but I couldn't help the association. That, and every single year I've always used Shinigami to go and get my tree. Even after Shinigami more or less quit on me, and I started driving around little red Ronin, I would still rev up Shinigami and take him out for a holiday spin to get my tree. Shinigami is still in the driveway. Last year someone asked me if I was ready to sell and I immediately busted out in irrational tears. I should sell, I know I should, I need to. Someone can fix up that beautiful car and drive it around like it should be driven. It's just, UGH, I have issues.

So! I decided I'd do my own stupid holiday thing, switch it up a little, do something new, right? So instead of a tree and a ton of lights, I figured I would get some of those big-ass pine things that people wind around their porches and I'd put it up all over my house. This way I'd get the nice tree-smell without all the admittedly irrational emotional nonsense. This was a huge effing mistake.

This is about the stupidest looking thing ever. )

You can't just stick them up all over the place, I guess. I had to cut it into three parts. Decoration fail.

Then I also thought it would be high-freaking-larious if I got two of those stupid balls and hung them side by side, right? Just for a laugh. The ones I found were like millennia old and the boxes were all beaten up. I tried them at the store and the guy even gave me a discount because they were so old. So I made my little holiday gag: )

And thought 'Oh, LOL, I am so funnee!" and then the right ball flickered out and has stayed that way. Damn it. I only have one ball for Yule now. Woe.

I remember what else I wanted to rave about. Kung Fu (who is surprised?) In the last few weeks we've been doing staff drills indoors; I mentioned it a few posts ago. On Tuesday (today is Thursday) we did even more two-person drills that were yet cooler than the last. And before that, we did line basics without staff.

Let me talk for a second about the line basics we did. First of all, we did them for about an hour, even going straight through warmup time without quitting. Which, fabulous. You get to that part where you stop feeling things like "ow, pain" and "boy my legs are tired." You just zone right on up out - please understand by my use of many prepositions how meaningful this is. Not only that, but the drills we were doing looked so effing cool, I may have to record it tonight. I always say it's so that we can remember what we were doing and practice them at home but honestly, it's because it looks cool. I can't even lie.

Well, it likely doesn't look as cool when I do them, because I am long-limbed and flaily and I fully realize that I don't have the right amount of control over the reach of my arms. I can actually feel it when I'm getting flaily, and invariably Sifu will come over to me saying something like "hey hey hey hey, Lotus-flower-blossom-san, what exactly are you doing?" I get way too enthusiastic, haha. So then I have to stop, reset my stance, and actually put some thought into it.

It's great, because we do right and left side, and the thing about Kung Fu is that it's so ambidextrous, you have to sync your right and left sides so that they're doing two opposite things, while your legs are pretty much doing yet another thing. You can kind of feel your brain seaming in the middle. It's neat.

So yeah, from Hula to Kung Fu, as usual.

And school. I guess I won't be writing much about that anymore, and I can probably retire my "school" tag. Not get rid of it, but I won't have to use it. Tomorrow is my last day, five clinic hours and then I'm pau. I also get my path paper back, and I'm kind of sweating that. I know I didn't fail, but I don't just want a good grade. I totally suck like that. I want the freaking A. I worked really hard on that paper. More than that, though, I don't want to let my supervisor down. I'll be bummed if I get a B or something. I realize I sound like a child but, well, I cop to that, too.

My last class was yesterday. It was a lousy hour and a half, and then about fifteen minutes of me running around registrar etc. trying to get them to fix up my missing paperwork, HELLO. I paid the extra cash for it five weeks ago (the first aid cert. cards that they misspelled, remember?) and I never heard back from them if they came in. I called, left messages etc. Then yesterday I went up there and was like, "WTF, no one ever called me back. Hope you guys realize I can't graduate without these cards, and today is my last day, why has no one returned my calls?" And she goes, "Oh, that. I do remember you paying, yeah. Umm. The guy who was doing that got fired."

OH, COOL. AND NO ONE TOOK OVER FOR HIM. THANKS GUYS.

I can't even tell you how ready I was to punch the entire effing school right in the ass. Long story short (too late,) I had to go the hell home, fax in my misspelled cards so that they can send them along with a certified letter (that they will write) saying how it's their own stupid fault and that the NYS boards pretty much have to accept them.

So that's my last experience with this idiotic school, way to send-off with a bang.

I'm fairly sure there was something else I wanted to catch up on but I can't think of it right now, which is probably just as well.

So, here, look at some pictures of my fish!  )

Those are just the ones in my ten-gallon tank. I'll have to upload some of the ones of my other guys in the 20, one of these times.

Well, I'd better gear up to think about getting out of the chair and feeding the dogs, and then myself, and then going into the stygian, freezing night to Kung Fu.

After tomorrow I don't have to see that stupid college for a really, really long time; not until I have to go back for continuing ed. Which I'm sure they will also screw up, but at least it will be a short term thing. Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!
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Actually, Halloween was pretty nice. I say "actually" because I really expected that I'd be sitting at home, bored all day, after work.

But as it happened, I came home from work (which was boring, and really, really dead – though I did wear my ears and tails,) and had a call from Jo-chan, equally bored and seeing if she could come by to maybe visit Boychild and his folks across the street.

She did, and as it happened, Boychild's Mommy and Daddy were hosting a mini-Halloween party for some of the kids. My other cousin, Cece, was there with her three kids too, ages 4,6 and 13/14.

Jo-chan was dressed as Link, and Boychild as Darth Vader. Cece's boy Z and girl Mimi were a ninja and a Justin Beiber Fairy. Yes, I know: the joke makes itself. ;) She's 4, though.

So Jo-chan and I took the three youngest kids outside to try to teach them Ghost In The Graveyard. Wow, try explaining that one to a bunch of pre-schoolers. Boychild's Mommy was laughing when I told her how the idea of "hiding" and "base" and such were really very adult concepts and the kids just didn't get it.

Then we went to Boychild's little playground while they all played on the swingset all like WE'RE CHILDREN WE'RE CHILDREN WE'RE CHILDREN! And Jo and I pushed them on the swings a while. They'd already been Trick Or Treating so everyone was massively sugared up.

I had to go check on my dogs, and all the kids wanted to follow me. So like a weird kind of pied piper, with fox ears and four tails, I led them all to my Halloween house, with its cemetery in the front yard, screaming crows, barking dogs, and general madness. Mimi asking me the whole time, "But where do you sleep? What food do you eat? Do your dogs like me? Can we play outside? Can we stay in here? Can you spin me?" I see Boychild often, but Cece's kids maybe once or twice a year; somehow her two youngest are still always really clingy and affectionate. You can probably guess by now that I dislike most children – but these ones, I like. They're polite and cute.

By then it was around dusk, and tons of Trick Or Treaters were coming around. I have to note that I've rarely seen so many adults in costume as I did this year. And really, really awesome costumes, too. It was like a parade. A few middle aged people had some really well-made ones, and and one or two of them were actually really spooky. Children were making an effort again, too, I was pleased to note. I don't like it when they don't even bother to dress up, they just come to your door demanding candy. Put some effort into it, goddamn you.

What was even cooler was that a group of people came into my yard and asked if they could take some photos of themselves and each other in the cemetery. I thought that was very cool, and felt that I'd done a pretty good job decorating. :D

Then, I had to pick up children and spin them around and around until I got too dizzy. And then it was time for dinner at my cousins' house, so off we walked, or ran I guess, among the costumed Trick Or Treaters. (One of them loved Jo-chan's Link costume. He asked her to pull the sort out and go "HYAH" and strike a pose, so he could take a picture. It was cool.)

It's the first Halloween in quite a long time that I didn't go out and do something, I think. No haunted houses, no hot boys, no 10 PM graveyard runs, no loud, thumping music and strobe lights. Instead I tried to teach kids Ghost In The Graveyard, rolled around in the autumn grass in my really goddamned awesome best jacket (note to self: change before playing,) and thought, "Gosh, I'm 38 – what should I be doing today?" And then decided, "This, I guess."

After dinner was dessert, and then Boychild's Daddy gave Mom and I a huge glass of wine each before we left.

Walking home, Mom said, "OH MY GOD DO YOU HEAR THAT SWAMP WIND?" I was like "WHAT?!" (Because you yell when you're drunk.) Really, swamp wind? I played in the swamp all the damn time as a child and I never once heard "swamp wind." Then she was like "NO! Not swamp wind. It's the air from the blow up mummy."

So we all walked the rest of the way home laughing way too hard.

Then Mom, Jo-chan and I watched Inception and ate vats of ice cream.

This is Halloween: )

It was a really nice Halloween actually. Splendid, maybe. ^_^

Two weird things happened between yesterday and today. First, yesterday as I was on my way to work, I found a dead woodthrush on the porch. Looked like she'd hit the window (I later figured out it was a "she.") Then today, on my way out the door to drive Jo-chan back to college (and help her set up her new fish tank in her dorm, for her betta,) I found a half-dead woodthrush in the same exact spot. It was as if yesterday's had ghosted back there; same position and everything, only alive. I could only stare for a second before scooping him up.

He's a he, too, because he sings. And he's probably the mate of the first one, because they are monogamous.

I had to look these things up. In fact, I couldn't remember what sort of bird it was, and had to look that up, too. Then I was in a tizzy, wondering what to do, what to feed it, to release it or not if it got better etc. In other words, all of the things that I used to just do intuitively. Ten years ago, I had a nickname on the North Fork; they called me Jewel of the Birds. These days, I barely know how to hold on to one. Knowing this made me feel really sad. I decided that I've got to relearn my bird skills.

I took little male woodthrush out to the aviary when he could move around some, to see ifhe could fly – maybe he's releasable. Woodthrushes migrate, and today is the beginning of a severe cold snap. It's freezing and below; I should mention that last week it was 70 degrees. These two thrushes might have missed their migration. If that's the case, I'll have to winter him. (Ah, that's the first time I've used the word "winter" as a verb in too long a time.) Anyway, I tried to release him into the aviary and he flew onto my head. Then I tried again, and he flew into my hair and started to nest under it. Then I remembered the bond I used to have with birds.

The whole thing was very strange.

The other thing that happened was that this morning, first thing as I was walking the dogs on the morning chill, I swear I heard my Grandma whispering from her doorway. It was so loud a whisper though, that it didn't sound like it could have come from really anywhere. I heard the words, either "hi honey," or "hurry up." I swear I heard it. I wasn't half asleep or anything, either. It was so odd. If it was "hurry up," then, hurry up and do what?

Or maybe I just lost my marbles for a few seconds there. It's all souls day though, right/ The veil is thin. That is, of course, only on the times that I believe in souls and veils along with quarks and matter. :D

After dropping Jo-chan off and setting up her fish tank, I came home and started my laundry, took down all my decorations (so glad I got that done,) and dicked around on the internet a while. I also did a teeny bit of research on what I believe to be my path patient's condition, and found some really cool ideas for my path paper which I should have started a month ago, but still haven't. Yeah, totally going to put that off to the last possible second, and totally will hate myself for it.

So now I'm pretending to ask myself: Do I begin my epically long homework due Wednesday? Or do I sit down with a monstrous bowl of blackberries and watch Wuthering Heights for the rest of the night? I feel like a lit major today: Shakespeare, e.e. cummings going through my head, (one day anyone died I guess and no-one stooped to kiss his face, from one of my favorite poems, and do you know it took me years and adulthood to understand that "no-one" was a woman in the poem, and not literally "no one?" Some lit major I am!) and I can't imagine focusing on anatomy. Well, maybe Tom Hardy's anatomy. ^_^;;

Decision made, anyway.

Happy all soul's day, and happy Dio De Los Muertos tomorrow. ^_^ Listen for whispers.
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Actually, Halloween was pretty nice. I say "actually" because I really expected that I'd be sitting at home, bored all day, after work.

But as it happened, I came home from work (which was boring, and really, really dead – though I did wear my ears and tails,) and had a call from Jo-chan, equally bored and seeing if she could come by to maybe visit Boychild and his folks across the street.

She did, and as it happened, Boychild's Mommy and Daddy were hosting a mini-Halloween party for some of the kids. My other cousin, Cece, was there with her three kids too, ages 4,6 and 13/14.

Jo-chan was dressed as Link, and Boychild as Darth Vader. Cece's boy Z and girl Mimi were a ninja and a Justin Beiber Fairy. Yes, I know: the joke makes itself. ;) She's 4, though.

So Jo-chan and I took the three youngest kids outside to try to teach them Ghost In The Graveyard. Wow, try explaining that one to a bunch of pre-schoolers. Boychild's Mommy was laughing when I told her how the idea of "hiding" and "base" and such were really very adult concepts and the kids just didn't get it.

Then we went to Boychild's little playground while they all played on the swingset all like WE'RE CHILDREN WE'RE CHILDREN WE'RE CHILDREN! And Jo and I pushed them on the swings a while. They'd already been Trick Or Treating so everyone was massively sugared up.

I had to go check on my dogs, and all the kids wanted to follow me. So like a weird kind of pied piper, with fox ears and four tails, I led them all to my Halloween house, with its cemetery in the front yard, screaming crows, barking dogs, and general madness. Mimi asking me the whole time, "But where do you sleep? What food do you eat? Do your dogs like me? Can we play outside? Can we stay in here? Can you spin me?" I see Boychild often, but Cece's kids maybe once or twice a year; somehow her two youngest are still always really clingy and affectionate. You can probably guess by now that I dislike most children – but these ones, I like. They're polite and cute.

By then it was around dusk, and tons of Trick Or Treaters were coming around. I have to note that I've rarely seen so many adults in costume as I did this year. And really, really awesome costumes, too. It was like a parade. A few middle aged people had some really well-made ones, and and one or two of them were actually really spooky. Children were making an effort again, too, I was pleased to note. I don't like it when they don't even bother to dress up, they just come to your door demanding candy. Put some effort into it, goddamn you.

What was even cooler was that a group of people came into my yard and asked if they could take some photos of themselves and each other in the cemetery. I thought that was very cool, and felt that I'd done a pretty good job decorating. :D

Then, I had to pick up children and spin them around and around until I got too dizzy. And then it was time for dinner at my cousins' house, so off we walked, or ran I guess, among the costumed Trick Or Treaters. (One of them loved Jo-chan's Link costume. He asked her to pull the sort out and go "HYAH" and strike a pose, so he could take a picture. It was cool.)

It's the first Halloween in quite a long time that I didn't go out and do something, I think. No haunted houses, no hot boys, no 10 PM graveyard runs, no loud, thumping music and strobe lights. Instead I tried to teach kids Ghost In The Graveyard, rolled around in the autumn grass in my really goddamned awesome best jacket (note to self: change before playing,) and thought, "Gosh, I'm 38 – what should I be doing today?" And then decided, "This, I guess."

After dinner was dessert, and then Boychild's Daddy gave Mom and I a huge glass of wine each before we left.

Walking home, Mom said, "OH MY GOD DO YOU HEAR THAT SWAMP WIND?" I was like "WHAT?!" (Because you yell when you're drunk.) Really, swamp wind? I played in the swamp all the damn time as a child and I never once heard "swamp wind." Then she was like "NO! Not swamp wind. It's the air from the blow up mummy."

So we all walked the rest of the way home laughing way too hard.

Then Mom, Jo-chan and I watched Inception and ate vats of ice cream.

This is Halloween: )

It was a really nice Halloween actually. Splendid, maybe. ^_^

Two weird things happened between yesterday and today. First, yesterday as I was on my way to work, I found a dead woodthrush on the porch. Looked like she'd hit the window (I later figured out it was a "she.") Then today, on my way out the door to drive Jo-chan back to college (and help her set up her new fish tank in her dorm, for her betta,) I found a half-dead woodthrush in the same exact spot. It was as if yesterday's had ghosted back there; same position and everything, only alive. I could only stare for a second before scooping him up.

He's a he, too, because he sings. And he's probably the mate of the first one, because they are monogamous.

I had to look these things up. In fact, I couldn't remember what sort of bird it was, and had to look that up, too. Then I was in a tizzy, wondering what to do, what to feed it, to release it or not if it got better etc. In other words, all of the things that I used to just do intuitively. Ten years ago, I had a nickname on the North Fork; they called me Jewel of the Birds. These days, I barely know how to hold on to one. Knowing this made me feel really sad. I decided that I've got to relearn my bird skills.

I took little male woodthrush out to the aviary when he could move around some, to see ifhe could fly – maybe he's releasable. Woodthrushes migrate, and today is the beginning of a severe cold snap. It's freezing and below; I should mention that last week it was 70 degrees. These two thrushes might have missed their migration. If that's the case, I'll have to winter him. (Ah, that's the first time I've used the word "winter" as a verb in too long a time.) Anyway, I tried to release him into the aviary and he flew onto my head. Then I tried again, and he flew into my hair and started to nest under it. Then I remembered the bond I used to have with birds.

The whole thing was very strange.

The other thing that happened was that this morning, first thing as I was walking the dogs on the morning chill, I swear I heard my Grandma whispering from her doorway. It was so loud a whisper though, that it didn't sound like it could have come from really anywhere. I heard the words, either "hi honey," or "hurry up." I swear I heard it. I wasn't half asleep or anything, either. It was so odd. If it was "hurry up," then, hurry up and do what?

Or maybe I just lost my marbles for a few seconds there. It's all souls day though, right/ The veil is thin. That is, of course, only on the times that I believe in souls and veils along with quarks and matter. :D

After dropping Jo-chan off and setting up her fish tank, I came home and started my laundry, took down all my decorations (so glad I got that done,) and dicked around on the internet a while. I also did a teeny bit of research on what I believe to be my path patient's condition, and found some really cool ideas for my path paper which I should have started a month ago, but still haven't. Yeah, totally going to put that off to the last possible second, and totally will hate myself for it.

So now I'm pretending to ask myself: Do I begin my epically long homework due Wednesday? Or do I sit down with a monstrous bowl of blackberries and watch Wuthering Heights for the rest of the night? I feel like a lit major today: Shakespeare, e.e. cummings going through my head, (one day anyone died I guess and no-one stooped to kiss his face, from one of my favorite poems, and do you know it took me years and adulthood to understand that "no-one" was a woman in the poem, and not literally "no one?" Some lit major I am!) and I can't imagine focusing on anatomy. Well, maybe Tom Hardy's anatomy. ^_^;;

Decision made, anyway.

Happy all soul's day, and happy Dio De Los Muertos tomorrow. ^_^ Listen for whispers.
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This past week was a mixed bag. First thing I need to get out of the way is that last night I lost my beautiful white betta, Leon the Magnificent. I couldn't be more bummed. He had looked thin to me, and I called this local fish expert who informed me that either: Leon had too much competition for food (he didn't; he ate tons of food every day,) or he possibly he had fish TB. Which is the same as people TB and just as contagious, and zoonotic. Third option, he was just old. Since it's impossible to know how old a betta is when you get him, I guess it could have been that, too.

But, I loved my beautiful Leon and I really miss him. I wish I could for once get a nice hardy betta. All my other fish are thriving (knock on wood.) I test the water every week and I do weekly water changes. The water is perfect, so I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Sad sad.

The beginning of the week was actually quite a treasure. My uncle (Dad's brother,) aunt and cousin from upstate came down for a rare visit, and stayed for two days. My cousin is just a few years older than I am and we always have a good time. Plus, my uncle's cheerful ways are a lot like my Dad's, so it was nice to be around that again. We spent the two days—Mom, me, and the three of them—going all over the North Fork to various vinyards and veggie/fruit stands for pumpkins. And I got to pet goats. It's been a long time since I've been around farm animals. I know that sounds rally weird, but it's true; I love to be around different sorts of animals and I have really missed chickens, goats, sheep, turkeys and such. I pet a sheep and goat for a long time and I can still smell goat once in a while. O_O Not sure that's a good thing though.

TONS OF PICS. )

Haha. ^_^;;

Then we went to Halloween Town (a disappointing store) and I bought a few H-ween decos. That always makes me retardedly happy.

Wednesday night was the "Harvestest Moon," the full moon on the equinox. I missed the actual moonrise over the water by about a half an hour because I fail at military time. :/ meh.

But I went to the beach anyway and snapped a few pics.

Harvestest moon )

I really like that last one.

Then I saw the movie "Watching The Detectives" and oh, wow, how inane. I mean, I'd hit Cillian Murphy like the fist of an angry god just as hard as the next person and yeah he can turn out a performance and all, and I totally love Lucy Liu, but WOW, it was seriously a waste of nearly two hours. For most of it I was just "COME ON NOW, REALLY?" Seriously, even his prettiness didn't make it worth it - and that's saying a goddamn lot.

However I did finally learn the origin of my new favorite I AM FRUSTRATE .gif:

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The .gif is better than the movie.

Oh, do you guys wanna see something else I did?

Well you'd have to go here, because I can't embed it! It got 24 recommends and 9 comments. I was pretty happy!

The rest of the week was much the same as usual: School, Kung Fu, pick Jo-chan up, clinic. And tomorrow is work, and Sunday is work.

Yup, that about covers it!
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This past week was a mixed bag. First thing I need to get out of the way is that last night I lost my beautiful white betta, Leon the Magnificent. I couldn't be more bummed. He had looked thin to me, and I called this local fish expert who informed me that either: Leon had too much competition for food (he didn't; he ate tons of food every day,) or he possibly he had fish TB. Which is the same as people TB and just as contagious, and zoonotic. Third option, he was just old. Since it's impossible to know how old a betta is when you get him, I guess it could have been that, too.

But, I loved my beautiful Leon and I really miss him. I wish I could for once get a nice hardy betta. All my other fish are thriving (knock on wood.) I test the water every week and I do weekly water changes. The water is perfect, so I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Sad sad.

The beginning of the week was actually quite a treasure. My uncle (Dad's brother,) aunt and cousin from upstate came down for a rare visit, and stayed for two days. My cousin is just a few years older than I am and we always have a good time. Plus, my uncle's cheerful ways are a lot like my Dad's, so it was nice to be around that again. We spent the two days—Mom, me, and the three of them—going all over the North Fork to various vinyards and veggie/fruit stands for pumpkins. And I got to pet goats. It's been a long time since I've been around farm animals. I know that sounds rally weird, but it's true; I love to be around different sorts of animals and I have really missed chickens, goats, sheep, turkeys and such. I pet a sheep and goat for a long time and I can still smell goat once in a while. O_O Not sure that's a good thing though.

TONS OF PICS. )

Haha. ^_^;;

Then we went to Halloween Town (a disappointing store) and I bought a few H-ween decos. That always makes me retardedly happy.

Wednesday night was the "Harvestest Moon," the full moon on the equinox. I missed the actual moonrise over the water by about a half an hour because I fail at military time. :/ meh.

But I went to the beach anyway and snapped a few pics.

Harvestest moon )

I really like that last one.

Then I saw the movie "Watching The Detectives" and oh, wow, how inane. I mean, I'd hit Cillian Murphy like the fist of an angry god just as hard as the next person and yeah he can turn out a performance and all, and I totally love Lucy Liu, but WOW, it was seriously a waste of nearly two hours. For most of it I was just "COME ON NOW, REALLY?" Seriously, even his prettiness didn't make it worth it - and that's saying a goddamn lot.

However I did finally learn the origin of my new favorite I AM FRUSTRATE .gif:

Photobucket

The .gif is better than the movie.

Oh, do you guys wanna see something else I did?

Well you'd have to go here, because I can't embed it! It got 24 recommends and 9 comments. I was pretty happy!

The rest of the week was much the same as usual: School, Kung Fu, pick Jo-chan up, clinic. And tomorrow is work, and Sunday is work.

Yup, that about covers it!
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The Year of the Tiger starts with a bang, literally. OMG, I mean the confetti tubes or whatever they're called. You twist them and BANG, it makes a loud noise and all these streamers and confetti fly out of it. I love those things. I bought one years ago when I went with a group of people, and no one wanted to set it off with me. So, I brought my old one back to Chinatown today, and set it off. It was so old, I didn't know if it would even still work, but it did.

You in the back, snickering like a twelve year old brat. Yeah, you. *Giggle*

ANYway. The Gold Dragon and I didn't get to Chinatown until around 12:30, which is a fine enough time to arrive. And, just like I remembered from a few years ago, it's insanely crowded like Times Square on western New Years (or not, since I've never been there and don't really want to.) It's noisy, but good noisy, like with firecrackers, festival drums, and confetti tubes going BANG every few minutes. Confetti and streamers cover the streets and fill the gutters. Vendors are yelling about their prices (that's in Chinatown; on the walk there all you here is, "Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex..." from just about every guy on the street.) It smells yummy underneath all the car exhaust, like incense and Chinese food. Goods are cheap, but not as cheap as they could, or should be. You can get all this stuff online for much cheaper, and actually, you can probably get it cheaper in Chinatown on any day that isn't the New Year. And it's cold as hell. Even at 40 degrees today, it was just freaking bitingly cold.

We walked around, went into the weapons shops, herb shops, some kitsch (yes, and I bought some,) and finally we went to the temple on Bowery street.

Inside the temple, there was no space to even breathe, I mean people are packed in here like confetti into those tubes, and you could hardly see the Buddha by the entrance for the incense in the air. But, we took some incense anyway—three sticks each—lit them, and brought them up to the Buddha statue. Then we planted them into the dish of sand (hundreds of sticks burning all at once,) and squeezed our way past the shrine. Before going into the actual main hall (what is that called inside a temple? I have no idea,) you can put a donation in a box and take a fortune scroll. I wanted to, but I was nervous about it. Some of them are bad. A good friend of mine got a bad one, one year. It said something like "black times ahead" or something ominously terrible like that, and soon after, he lost his father. I can't deal with anymore of this loss, but I wanted a fortune anyway. I put in my donation, and took one. Then I put another donation and took one for my Mom. Gold Dragon took one, too (actually he is a Tiger, and this is his year,) then we went into the main temple room to read them. His was good. Mine was excellent! I don't want to write exactly everything it said, but it was nice, heartening, and mentioned "working day and night" on some project. My Mom's was also excellent. I was more than just relieved!

In this room they have a famously HUGE Buddha on a lotus. This room wasn't nearly as crowded as the entrance. In fact, there were very few people in this section; I don't know why. We sat in the chairs against the wall for a while until the Gold Dragon said, "Do you mind if I go up to it?" I told him of course I didn't. And, he knows how to do all this ceremonial stuff, which kind of surprised me but then again didn't, because of the Bai Shi ceremony (the black belt / adoption ceremony in Kung Fu, a few years ago.) After him, I went up next and I thought, "Two atheists or agnostics or whatever. This is weird." But I'm also lately really into asking the universe for stuff that I want, right? So I thought, what could it hurt. That's what everyone else is doing up here today. "It's the new year, please give my family health and wealth this year. Please give us prosperity, happiness, success." Which, hell yes, please! Right? And I was thinking, "I should focus on, how about, no more death? How about a hugely long reprieve from any kind of fresh grief? How about success, how about an agent who is awesome, how about a book deal, how about, how about, how about..." But once I got up there, it just felt so nice being there, in Chinatown, in this cool looking temple and all I could think of was, "This is a beautiful day. Whatever sentience is in the universe, even if it's just consciousness, well, thanks for this day."

I went back to sit next to Gold Dragon and he said, "I didn't want to ask for anything for myself. You know?" Then I thought, Well maybe that's how everyone feels today. Maybe everyone is going up there with their incense, oranges, Canola oil (??) and other offerings and they're just thinking, "Wow, this is cool. I'm grateful." He said, "It's nice in here. I want to hang out here for a while." So we did, in silence for a few minutes.

Then we went upstairs to the gift shop (a gift shop in a temple, I know.) We bought cool bead bracelets and I bought one for my Mom. For Mom I got the one that said "Peace, Joy, Nirvana" and for me I got "Unexpected Miracles." I wondered aloud what miracle I would get, then decided that would kind of make it not unexpected.

Before we left Chinatown, we got another one of those confetti bombs, and I bought one for Boychild, too. He can set it off on his birthday next week, if he wants to. :) Gold Dragon and I went outside and spent a good five minutes trying to figure out how the hell to twist it so it would fire. All the while, this couple watched us with a camera at the ready (that's what you do, you take pics of people setting off their confetti bombs.) The lady was funny, she kept gesturing like, "Let's move this along, okay?" I asked her if she would take a picture when we stopped being too retarded to figure it out, and set it off. She obliged me and we finally did make it work. It was COOL. And I have pictures!

Train pics that amused me. )

Streamers, confetti, and lion/dragon/tiger dances: )

Here, someone on the sidewalk had set their confetti-bomb off; you can see it in the background. )

Wee little dragons! )

Very peaceful inside the temple; very bright outside of it. )

BANG! Confetti bomb! )

Then, we had pizza and headed home. (THE LONG WAY.)

Note to future self: After Penn, take the 1 train right to Canal street, and remember you don't just pop up out of nowhere in the middle of China Town. You have to walk there. Follow the confetti. The Temple is on Bowery street. Sometimes the subway skips where you want to go on the way back. Get off as close to 34th as you can SO THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WALK FROM 50TH TO 34TH. And yes, New Years in Chinatown is as fun as you remember it being.

Xin nian kuai le, to everyone on my f-list, to everyone who has friended me, and friends of friends also, and your families. It's the Tiger year, so go out and have a fun year, and be STRONG. :D
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The Year of the Tiger starts with a bang, literally. OMG, I mean the confetti tubes or whatever they're called. You twist them and BANG, it makes a loud noise and all these streamers and confetti fly out of it. I love those things. I bought one years ago when I went with a group of people, and no one wanted to set it off with me. So, I brought my old one back to Chinatown today, and set it off. It was so old, I didn't know if it would even still work, but it did.

You in the back, snickering like a twelve year old brat. Yeah, you. *Giggle*

ANYway. The Gold Dragon and I didn't get to Chinatown until around 12:30, which is a fine enough time to arrive. And, just like I remembered from a few years ago, it's insanely crowded like Times Square on western New Years (or not, since I've never been there and don't really want to.) It's noisy, but good noisy, like with firecrackers, festival drums, and confetti tubes going BANG every few minutes. Confetti and streamers cover the streets and fill the gutters. Vendors are yelling about their prices (that's in Chinatown; on the walk there all you here is, "Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex..." from just about every guy on the street.) It smells yummy underneath all the car exhaust, like incense and Chinese food. Goods are cheap, but not as cheap as they could, or should be. You can get all this stuff online for much cheaper, and actually, you can probably get it cheaper in Chinatown on any day that isn't the New Year. And it's cold as hell. Even at 40 degrees today, it was just freaking bitingly cold.

We walked around, went into the weapons shops, herb shops, some kitsch (yes, and I bought some,) and finally we went to the temple on Bowery street.

Inside the temple, there was no space to even breathe, I mean people are packed in here like confetti into those tubes, and you could hardly see the Buddha by the entrance for the incense in the air. But, we took some incense anyway—three sticks each—lit them, and brought them up to the Buddha statue. Then we planted them into the dish of sand (hundreds of sticks burning all at once,) and squeezed our way past the shrine. Before going into the actual main hall (what is that called inside a temple? I have no idea,) you can put a donation in a box and take a fortune scroll. I wanted to, but I was nervous about it. Some of them are bad. A good friend of mine got a bad one, one year. It said something like "black times ahead" or something ominously terrible like that, and soon after, he lost his father. I can't deal with anymore of this loss, but I wanted a fortune anyway. I put in my donation, and took one. Then I put another donation and took one for my Mom. Gold Dragon took one, too (actually he is a Tiger, and this is his year,) then we went into the main temple room to read them. His was good. Mine was excellent! I don't want to write exactly everything it said, but it was nice, heartening, and mentioned "working day and night" on some project. My Mom's was also excellent. I was more than just relieved!

In this room they have a famously HUGE Buddha on a lotus. This room wasn't nearly as crowded as the entrance. In fact, there were very few people in this section; I don't know why. We sat in the chairs against the wall for a while until the Gold Dragon said, "Do you mind if I go up to it?" I told him of course I didn't. And, he knows how to do all this ceremonial stuff, which kind of surprised me but then again didn't, because of the Bai Shi ceremony (the black belt / adoption ceremony in Kung Fu, a few years ago.) After him, I went up next and I thought, "Two atheists or agnostics or whatever. This is weird." But I'm also lately really into asking the universe for stuff that I want, right? So I thought, what could it hurt. That's what everyone else is doing up here today. "It's the new year, please give my family health and wealth this year. Please give us prosperity, happiness, success." Which, hell yes, please! Right? And I was thinking, "I should focus on, how about, no more death? How about a hugely long reprieve from any kind of fresh grief? How about success, how about an agent who is awesome, how about a book deal, how about, how about, how about..." But once I got up there, it just felt so nice being there, in Chinatown, in this cool looking temple and all I could think of was, "This is a beautiful day. Whatever sentience is in the universe, even if it's just consciousness, well, thanks for this day."

I went back to sit next to Gold Dragon and he said, "I didn't want to ask for anything for myself. You know?" Then I thought, Well maybe that's how everyone feels today. Maybe everyone is going up there with their incense, oranges, Canola oil (??) and other offerings and they're just thinking, "Wow, this is cool. I'm grateful." He said, "It's nice in here. I want to hang out here for a while." So we did, in silence for a few minutes.

Then we went upstairs to the gift shop (a gift shop in a temple, I know.) We bought cool bead bracelets and I bought one for my Mom. For Mom I got the one that said "Peace, Joy, Nirvana" and for me I got "Unexpected Miracles." I wondered aloud what miracle I would get, then decided that would kind of make it not unexpected.

Before we left Chinatown, we got another one of those confetti bombs, and I bought one for Boychild, too. He can set it off on his birthday next week, if he wants to. :) Gold Dragon and I went outside and spent a good five minutes trying to figure out how the hell to twist it so it would fire. All the while, this couple watched us with a camera at the ready (that's what you do, you take pics of people setting off their confetti bombs.) The lady was funny, she kept gesturing like, "Let's move this along, okay?" I asked her if she would take a picture when we stopped being too retarded to figure it out, and set it off. She obliged me and we finally did make it work. It was COOL. And I have pictures!

Train pics that amused me. )

Streamers, confetti, and lion/dragon/tiger dances: )

Here, someone on the sidewalk had set their confetti-bomb off; you can see it in the background. )

Wee little dragons! )

Very peaceful inside the temple; very bright outside of it. )

BANG! Confetti bomb! )

Then, we had pizza and headed home. (THE LONG WAY.)

Note to future self: After Penn, take the 1 train right to Canal street, and remember you don't just pop up out of nowhere in the middle of China Town. You have to walk there. Follow the confetti. The Temple is on Bowery street. Sometimes the subway skips where you want to go on the way back. Get off as close to 34th as you can SO THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WALK FROM 50TH TO 34TH. And yes, New Years in Chinatown is as fun as you remember it being.

Xin nian kuai le, to everyone on my f-list, to everyone who has friended me, and friends of friends also, and your families. It's the Tiger year, so go out and have a fun year, and be STRONG. :D

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