The wearing glasses instinct is too strong. I got out of the shower, immediately put in my contacts, dried off some more, then put my glasses on.

First it snows in Seattle, then an earthquake!

Girl Scout season has started but my hunt was unsuccessful.

Pete: Hey there.. how goes the Goddesshood? :)
stari: the goddess is still unemployed, my worshipers haven't been doing a very good job at finding me work
Pete: Ahhhh. Well, you can always come be our Miss Canada. The other one was eaten by a rabid loon. True story.
stari: i can be a miss canada? really?
Pete: Well, you're adorable enough and if you're willing to electrical-tape X's over your nipples, I'm pretty sure you're almost overqualified for the job, frankly..
stari: what about the whole not being canadian thing?
Pete: Ah, the last one we had beat up some other girl, got drunk and mispronounced "Saskatchewan" on national TeeVee. Trust me. You'll be nigh perfect. Unfortunately, it pays in Canadian dollars, so you might be better off picking up US quarters off US streets..

Somebody hire me. I can do stuff. I'll bring squishy toys even.

All Idealists (NFs) share the following core characteristics:

• Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom.
• Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic.
• Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials.
• Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders.

blah blah blah

Idealists are rare, making up no more than 8 to 10 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

Yep, I'm rare. Back to cleaning the mold off the walls.

Someone wrote to me,

If poetry is supposed to move one to tears. Then I loved it. Please don't ever feel shy about sharing something so beautiful. I knew what you were talking about as well.

Thank you.

I keep reading this thinking that can't possibly have been about something I wrote.

All I have to say is, ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.

"they're gay pride rainbow cupcakes organizing for a march that will deliver them to their higher existance, after they drink kool aid and eat each other when they go looking for sanctuary (at least that's what *i* got out of talking to andrew)"

Hmm... write a virus, get a job... Maybe I'm taking the wrong approach.

Random thought as I'm waking up: There's a town in Maine called 'Bath'.

My dad and I took April to the beach in the year before she died. (Why? Because she'd never been.) She didn't like that idea too much of course, and later I thought how confusing it must be for a cat—a giant litter box next to a giant bathtub.

I'm clearing off my bed, planning to kick the cats out next, when Calvin gives me this 'Why must you have disturbed me?' look.

Since bikepoet warned me about the danger of an olive overdose, I'm being careful not to mix black and green olives in one sitting.

The advantage of spending the night alone suddenly hits me—I can eat olives!!

Andrew: bad rebecca... no cookie
Andrew: no, that's mean. you can have a cookie :)

Someone must do a scientific study on this: Where does the music in your head come from? How do I, months after last hearing the Cranberries, wake up with the song "I Just Shot John Lennon" in my head?

I Minxie I: pez
Styrdyst: pez!?
I Minxie I: pez!
Styrdyst: pez...
I Minxie I: pehhhzzzz....
Styrdyst: pezzy pez?
I Minxie I: what other kind is there?
Styrdyst: not so pezzy pez

I had to reinstall ICQ, and no longer have it set to only accept messages from people on my contact list, so I'm constantly getting messages from people wanting to "chat". The most common seems to be 19/20 year old boys from Seattle who speak Arabic.

Snow snow snow!

I'm going to steal one of Zannah's links, but this is the funniest thing I've seen all day—"All your base are belong to us."

So maybe I have an excuse for not updating after all... Blogger errors..

I went grocery shopping again tonight, and while I did seem to take forever, I didn't zone out and lose myself in the store. I've been inspired to cook it seems... okay make that, I've been inspired to buy food with the intention of cooking it eventually.

The best part was buying two bananas that I have no intention of eating before they get old. (banana bread)

As for cooking... I could say it's because I don't want to let my boyfriend outdo me, but I'm perfectly happy letting someone else do all the cooking.

DSL is back up (finally), so I guess there goes my excuse for not updating.

I'm sure no one really cares about this, but I put two poems written today up on the bottom of the writings page.

Playing with Pagan Name Generators today... happy-clicker became "Frolicking Button Pusher".

Since I don't have my own job to write about...

Andrew: I had someone earlier today ask me how he can write another page in email after the text went to the bottom of the screen. I told him to just keep typing.

me: Boys are weird... why are boys weird?
Andrew: I think it's genetic.