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Trimming my rug...

cyaneyed — Wed, 21 May 2008 07:10:15 GMT

Did I really just spend an hour trimming my rug? What goes on in my brain that I think that's a good thing to do around midnight, when I really should be going to bed? How do I come up with these ideas? Did society teach me that? What kind of a society teaches me that my rug needs to be trimmed? What's wrong with the shaggy look? Is it merely because I paid $30 for a neatly trimmed rug, and then when it gets shaggy I feel I didn't get my money's worth? If I had not paid so much for my neatly trimmed rug, would I have not minded it's shagginess? What if a nice soft trimmed rug only cost $5, then would I not mind that it got shaggy so fast? Why does it bother me to have all that shagginess when I look down? It looks unkempt, messy and uncared for, I think that's why I mind. Even if it had only cost $5, I think I would not like to see it so messy looking. I want my messy life to be as cared for as I can reasonably see to, that is, I want to look around and see things looking neat. So maybe it's really a state of mind, trying to organize what I see, so as to feel as if I have some kind of control over my life. And therefore a neat rug is a way of feeling happy and organized, neat and capable. I think it has something to do with our extremely fast paced world, where we don't have time to truly keep our individual worlds nicely organized, so we do things to make us think so. So do I need to worry that society is telling me I need to trim my rug? Or do I need to worry that I can't keep everything in my life taken care of and that I'm covering it up? Okay, now go back and read it literally, please. I'm not talking about *that* rug! I meant my bathroom rug.

My lovely lady lumps!

cyaneyed — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 06:23:21 GMT

First, the original: Check out the whole thing in order to laugh fully at the next one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cs9QfXASWY Alanis Morissette's version! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W91sqAs-_-g&eurl=http://news.taume.com/Entertainment/Music/Video-Alanis-Morissette-My-Humps-840 Oh the drama! You don' wan' no drama... And I giggle at the shots of her lying on all that baggage

Fishtank Ensemble!

cyaneyed — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:27:53 GMT

Oh this is going to be crazy again! This is an amazing band of wild gypsy music, full of energy and delicious fun sound. Amnesia, this Friday the 29th. I'll be there, will you?

OMG, she actually screams!

cyaneyed — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 10:27:06 GMT

I've been watching this over and over and over, and rolling on the floor with tears pouring out my eyes. Why is this so funny, you might ask? Because if I were a mother, this would be me! http://www.maniacworld.com/baby-panda-vs-adult-panda.wmv or Slightly squished version: http://www.maniacworld.com/baby-panda-vs-adult-panda.html

Speaking of dreams..

cyaneyed — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 07:02:27 GMT

I was having a very lovely dream with lots of surfing a giant river that flowed up and down the streets of an unknown city. It was very uplifting, buoyant, beautiful and fun. We (I don't know who *we* were) stopped at a house where a stranger was very kind and generous, feeding and caring for us, kind of like the kindness of the strangers I met in New Orleans even though many were tired of the tourists. We hung out for a while, enjoying the company and delights of meeting a nice person, until it was time to go. We walked out to my truck that was waiting outside somehow, still in a soporific warm stupor of a lovely dream, and I got into the truck. There was Damien dead in the middle seat, with two of those identical condiment squeezy tubes, one yellow for mustard, one red for ketchup, stuffed in his mouth. I awoke in a raging panic to realize that i had stopped breathing for a while, during the good parts of the dream, and this was my mind trying to wake me up to start breathing again! Yikes. Uh... thanks for saving my life, Cupcake! I'll never look at those squeezy tubes the same again.

It's scary out there

cyaneyed — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 05:52:03 GMT

Ok everyone, please be careful of the Penis Power, some guys know how to hit bottom, middle and sides, and get the sprm all up in her brain... what's a girl to do? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqg_ceFM30Ihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GbHkhGr6-A&feature=related

BM

cyaneyed — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 06:41:23 GMT

After a few years of recovery, YAY I'M GOING TO THE PLAYA!! And then a few more years of recovery, i'm sure.

This Weekend!

cyaneyed — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 06:51:05 GMT

http://www.redmarines.com/ Music and swimming and fun, this weekend! I will explode if I don't go camping! So I'm going to this event, whether I like it or not. I'm sure to like it, since I'll be camping. And since I'm camping, i'm sure to like the music. Even if I don't! Get it? I'm only going Friday and Saturday, so come join me! YAY!!

Pirate Festival!

cyaneyed — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 07:38:24 GMT

Happening this weekend in Vallejo : http://www.norcalpiratefestival.com/mainpage.htm Free! For your Pirate Name, check here : http://www.piratequiz.com/ Mine is "Mad Anne Vane Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You tend to blend into the background occasionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!" Yay! Pirates!

Fire Arts Festival Performance!

cyaneyed — Sat, 08 Jul 2006 18:12:15 GMT

The Fire Arts Festival is next weekend, and we get to perform on Friday the 14th! Yippee! The Festival is chock full of great performances and art and fiery furnaces of amazing size and/or ability, wonderful to see and experience. http://www.thecrucible.org/fireartsfestival/ Copper Lantern is on around 10 pm, and we've had a fantastic time creating our scene and story line, and putting it all together in a delightful atmosphere, fire toys with a tango flair! It would be wonderful to see you out there, so let me know if you can make it, so I know to look for you! I put out a listing, but I can't find it anywhere to correct it from implying the Friday that just passed, so I'm putting it on my blog because at least I can see that. Hope to see you there!

Love

cyaneyed — Fri, 19 May 2006 19:16:58 GMT

There is a space in my heart, now filled only with sweet memories My arms ache to truly feel what the ghost of a feeling teases A weight has been lifted, but I want it back The pain in my head gives me tangible relief the pain in my mind demands The moon that circled my planet, shining it's lovely face in hope (waiting to pin me down in an instant) Has fled it's orbit for a field of mice, and left only fur behind A kindness, a patience, an unconditional love is missing from between my feet, from tripping me in the kitchen, and from helping me water my garden I am confused and I am so grateful for this kind of ending. I am stunned by the suddenness of it all Shock is a hollow form of being

*%&^ Computers

cyaneyed — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 06:19:33 GMT

Why do we start computer discussions with either great joy or great frustration? I lost all my contact information of all my friends and clients today... all my phone numbers, addresses, emails and directions. All the clients schedules from the past and future, all future events that I was scheduling, all schedules. My Palm Desktop software decided my user didn't exist today. I see a large .DAT file with my backup on it, but Palm doesn't import .DAT, only .DBA. Of which there is no record, even though I have it set for backing up regularly. AAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! The file is right there, but I can't get to it? Anybody know how to do system restore of a desktop so I can reset it to yesterday?