A Violet Dusk on the Horizon

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 04:04:30 GMT

1. Go to Career Cruising, http://www.careercruising.com
2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top twenty results (I am posting all behind the cut)
5. Put the careers you have seriously considered in bold

1. Makeup Artist
2. Director of Photography
3. Set Designer
4. Costume Designer
5. Environmental Consultant
6. Special Effects Technician
7. Website Designer
8. Desktop Publisher
9. Sign Maker
10. Pet Groomer
11. Autobody Repairer
12. Animator
13. Fashion Designer
14. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
15. Actor
16. Stock Clerk (what!?)
17. Dental Lab Tech
18. Gunsmith
19. Electrician
20. Housekeeper
21. Director
22. Baker
23. Multimedia Developer
24. Butcher (hahahah)
25. Cook
26. Miner (Underground)
27. Chef
28. Anthropologist
29. Professor
30. Magician
31. Stuntperson
32. Dancer
33. Flooring Installer
34. Electronics Engineering Tech
35. Electrical Engineering Tech
36. Sheet Metal Worker
37. Graphic Designer
38. Artist
39. Glazier
40. Painter

Memorial Page

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 16:11:45 GMT

http://www.wcnews.com/articles/johnwatson.shtml some friends and co-workers put this together.

To all vegetarians who care:

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 21:18:53 GMT

I ate a black bean burger for the first time today.

Let me just say, I hate mushrooms, and therefore dislike most garden burgers. I can't stand that fungus flavor *cringe*.

This was the effin' best burger of any variety I have ever eaten. It was spicy and ssoooo good, and the texture was perfect. Nothing like meat, which is awesome because beef was always gross to me. So mouthwateringlydelicious I am hungry for it again!

Thank you, Morning Star, for making eating fake meat delicious AND nutritious!

I got some new shoes via the Payless buy one get one half off sale, and then my sister wound up paying for them despite my protests. She is great. I adore her. Not because she buys me things, but because she recognizes that I'll do anything for her if I can, and she will do the same for me.

Soooo I am painting my fingernails and toenails black. My two year old niece Liora has black fingernails right now, she is so cool. She was wearing a purple shirt today with a shiny black skull and crossbones, and beneath it the word "PRINCESS" with rhinestones. She is a rockstar. People at Chili's were looking at us funny. I love it. Hahah.

80's goth night tonight at Elysium, woot!

More later.

OH Happy Day.

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 02:07:28 GMT

I worked by myself for 8 hours, which was awesome. I am proud I didn't ruin everything ever. I only made one silly mistake. Not so bad.

My sister picked me up and had a present for me. I closed my eyes, held out my hands, and received the Firefly DVD set <3333333333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have needed it for so long, she is so awesome. I heart her bad.

Now I am watching my nieces so she can go see a movie because she rocks so hard. And I am constructing poetry out of song titles!

65daysofstatic is my favorite:

Await rescue;
I swallowed hard like I understood.
Everything we talked about yesterday?
Another code against the gone.
Retreat, retreat.

NIN is good stuff too, as always:

We're in this together,
just like you imagined.
Somewhat damaged;
the fragile, the wretched,
into the void.
Even deeper,
the great below.

Ripe (with decay) underneath it all.
The mark has been made.
Somewhat damaged,
The day the whole world went away.

The way out is through,
I'm looking forward to joining you finally.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 16:14:00 GMT

Happy Birthday poltergasm, may you have a ridiculously wonderful week. <3

Dr34ming, what!

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 06:40:26 GMT

I was reading through the dreams I have tagged in my journal here, and I realized that this one was not among them. It has to have been one of the only dreams that scared the piss outta me, so I think now is the time to type it up. It needs to be archived, fo sho.

This took place while I was working at the Mac Grill in CA. Wes, Amy and I were set to do this banquet at some hotel in a huge ballroom. It was strange, though, because it was like there was a hotel room connected to it that we were staying in. The three of us where there early, setting up for the event. Amy was in the other room with her uniform all untucked watching TV. Wes was filling tea and water pitchers, and I was straightening table cloths or something.

All of a sudden, this soundless concussion hits the room, and I am thrown upward, pinned against the ceiling. The most unsettling feeling rises in my stomach, as though I'm being pulled from my body by force, and every fiber in me is fighting it. I can't move, and can hardly speak, I'm just prone there, staring down at the room. Wes instantly starts trying to grab my feet, but they're pressed flat and he's not tall enough. He screams at Amy that something fucked up is going on, and she pokes her head around the wall to look. At that instant, the news program she had been watching declares that we are in a state of sudden war. The anchor proceeds to inform the masses that several tanks have been rolled in from each direction, emitting EMPs that capture people who are "prone". Apparently, if you are crouched or lying down, the concussions have no effect on you. Only those that are upright and unaware (walking, or otherwise moving and easy to knock down...or in this case, pin up...) are subject to being captured. The idea is to pin people to their ceilings, thusly incapacitating their ability to flee, until the soldiers could make the rounds to collect their newfound POWs.

At this point, Wes runs to the windows to look down, and reports to Amy and I that the city is full of soldiers en masse, slaughtering ruthlessly anyone who should cross their paths. He can see four tanks, moving from each of the points of the compass, carrying these giant satellite dishes which must be the source of the EMPs. They are all headed to the center of the city. I am utterly helpless, every hair on my body standing rigid, skin crawling with shivers of energy I haven't quite felt before. My stomach feels horridly nervous, like I'm plunging from an unknowable height.

Amy then reports from the other room that the anchorwoman discovered that soaking yourself in water stifles the electricity used to pin you to the ceiling, thus releasing you from this terrifying hold (hey, I don't question my dream physics, so neither should you). Wes starts grabbing pitchers of iced tea and water, and tosses them upward to douse me. It works, my legs are freed enough that he can grab hold of my ankles and help pull me downward. I fall to the ground, soaked, shivering, and terrified. We know we have to get out of there, so we crouch down low and start toward the doors.

Another giant pulse hits, and we flatten ourselves to the ground, evading it's capture. Every hair stands on end, and we move faster out of the hotel and down into the chaos of the streets below. Wes moves ahead and finds a place behind some debris to act as a lookout, while Amy and I make a run for his car. We jump in and start the engine, and he rushes after and slides behind the wheel. We start running people down, fleeing from the scene, until we're on the highway. Not so lucky, the road is barricaded off, and all traffic is being guided toward a single destination, back the way we came. So Wes pulls some crack driving skills out of his ass and makes this crazy U-turn, busting through the booths of the neighboring toll road, and we drive the wrong way on the highway, away from the city.

It does no good, as soon as we think we're safe, an entourage of vehicles materializes out of the heat waves in the road before us, military and police and the likes, and we are swept up again in a caravan leading back into the city. We have no choice but to comply, for now, so we go along to see where they are taking us.

Lo and behold, we wind up right back at the hotel. It seems like that is the base for the POWs they've collected, and in the minutes since we left, it has become all but a bombed out husk of the building it once was, the entire front facade blown open and exposing it's guts to the brutality on the streets before it. We are torn from our car, and shoved into a line of people deemed healthy enough to be of use, and are ushered into the hotel/makeshift concentration camp. Another blast hits, and this time, deafening noise accompanies where previously there was none. It isn't the EMPs, it's a bomb, and all that remains afterward is a thick rolling cloud of black smoke, and the most awful high-pitch wailing. I remember wondering if it is simply my ears ringing in misery after the effects of such a blast, or if it is something far worse, the joined cacophony of the injured and dying.

And on that note, I woke up in the worst cold sweat of my life, my heart racing, my throat aching as if I had been screaming. Never has a dream felt *this* real. The fact that I felt everything so distinctly, and could see every brutal detail so vividly, was astounding.

The. Scariest. Dream. Ever.

Two things!

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:48:12 GMT

First, seriously people, I will start punching you in the eye if you don't send me your damn PRECIOUS MOMENTS.

<3 thanks to those who have!

Also.

I have half of the polaroids taken on the camping adventure here, behind the cut!

Brandon looking like the king of the mountain.

Yay string cheese =D

Glam.

Evan is possessed!

Deer! There was a beautiful fawn that you can't make out in this pic. So pretty.

Rosa lookin' GQ

See all that majesty? Brandon is so glamourous.

Spooky.

Worst. Picture. Evar.

Crazy.

Standing or laying down??

Rummaging.

Going off to potty!

Effin' fabulous!

Amanda, Brandon, Chenin

Pretty lady.

My lordy.

Windy.

Man.

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 15:46:38 GMT

Fuck this shit.

Excuse my French.

Life is hard, and I love it sometimes but right now I want to punch it in the goddamnface.

That is all.

300

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:49:08 GMT

One of the most beautiful films I have ever seen happens to be a story about ruthless bloodshed. So astoundingly good, you all have to go see it. Sure, it's savage and saturated in testosterone, yes it is a ridiculous notion to start war without at least attempting to use diplomacy first, sure the Spartans were big egotistical pricks using brute force rather than logic, but holy goddamn this movie kicked ass.

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 00:33:09 GMT

I think I'm going to save $500 and go to Mexico to get my teeth worked on.

The lady who grooms at my vet clinic did just that, got 9 crowns and a bunch of other stuff for less than $1000, and she was telling me all about it. So despite all the hooplah about going to Mexico to get things done cheaply, I think I am going to give it a shot. I seriously need stuff done and cannot afford to do it here, namely because I don't have insurance or a credit card. She will recommend me to the dentist she saw, which her friend recommended to her, so I have some faith in his ability, considering...

I am still a bit scared about it, but looking forward to not having problems with my mouth for once. That will be nice. Sigh.

Some days

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:56:32 GMT

Are harder to deal with than others. Today is one of those days - just a tough one to stop thinking about. The birthday of someone I always have on my mind in some way, shape, or form. BLAH. I can't shake it.

I wish I could erase some things from memory. Then I wouldn't have to deal with the pain of loss or the pang of regret, nor would I have to deal with the endless drifts of nostalgia and the dreams that won't let me rest. OH CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER DAMN IT.

I am better now.

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 04:28:53 GMT

You scored as Existentialism. Your life is guided by the concept of Existentialism: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.

“Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”

“It is up to you to give [life] a meaning.”

--Jean-Paul Sartre

“It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.”

--Blaise Pascal

More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...

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Existentialism

85%

Utilitarianism

55%

Hedonism

55%

Justice (Fairness)

50%

Strong Egoism

40%

Kantianism

30%

Nihilism

15%

Apathy

Divine Command

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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I went to the zoo!

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:13:57 GMT

I love this, it looks like first place, second place, third and fourth.

There are many more pictures, but I am too tired right now.

Sorry I've been gone so long, I aim to be back in action once more!

Not really an update, but there are pics!

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 05:05:22 GMT

So, there is this thing that happens every year around this time in Galveston, called "Dickens on the Strand". Basically, everyone dresses up like characters from Charles Dickens novels and parades around the Strand talking in fake British accents and hawking their wares. It's fun. I went this year for the first time. Some street urchin told me there was a tax for being so pretty, and held out a change purse and batted her lashes at me. A curious man in a top hat asked to take my photo because I had the "loveliest hair". Theatre kids dressed as beggars fought in the streets for change being thrown at them by parade-watchers. A man played Christmas carols on wine glasses for the King and Queen. It was fun.

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 15:24:38 GMT

A lot of shit going on. More details to follow.

SA, I am so sorry I didn't call on your birthday, I had every intention of doing so but I got so busy. I love you lady! Happy effin' b-day to you.

A Sad Day For Austin

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 16:31:20 GMT

Hi, how are you?

Tue, 21 Nov 2006 16:26:39 GMT

I'm going to Mexico to fight in the Revolution.

See you guys on the other side.

Dreaming a dream

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:11:39 GMT

Sometimes I feel so full of holes that I couldn't keep anything inside if I wanted to.

=o

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 17:21:16 GMT

You scored as Friedrich Nietzsche. Well you're an egotistical maniac, and you are so very iconoclastic that you probably are currently lost in a post-modern Jupiter, I mean jungle of self-definition.

Don't let it get you down though, someday, through a willful onslaught of reinterpretation of dated forms and ideas, you will strike on something that passes as remotely new, and people WILL be into it on the basis of how hip it is alone. Also, the average espresso drinker looks up to you.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

92%

Dante Alighieri

75%

C.G. Jung

75%

Miyamoto Musashi

58%

Stephen Hawking

50%

Adolf Hitler

33%

Steven Morrissey

33%

Sigmund Freud

33%

Hugh Hefner

25%

O.J. Simpson

25%

Jesus Christ

25%

Mother Teresa

17%

Charles Manson

17%

Elvis Presley

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Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:58:32 GMT

What's up with LJ? I am not seeing any new posts on my friends list, or on my friends of friends lists. It's strange. It's as if time is standing still, and it will be the evening of Nov. 13th forever.

In other news: I was walking a dog at work and some little kid (probably 16 or 17 at most) was sitting in the parking lot in his SUV. I guess he was waiting to pick someone up. Well, I walked one dog and then brought a second dog out, and as I was walking back to the clinic, he yelled "HEY RED". I turned around and he said "Do you smoke?" I said "Nope, sorry, I quit." to which he replies "I wasn't talking about cigarettes, but that's ok." I told him sorry, I had to return to work so there would be no chiefing down in the parking lot. He asked if I had more dogs to walk. I lied and said I didn't. What the hell. I'm probably 10 years older than this guy, and I'm a stranger. What if I were also a cop? Hahah. I guess he could tell I was a smoker somehow, even though I was looking rather innocent in a pair of scrubs with my hair up in a braid. Strange. I hid in the clinic for a while before walking the rest of the dogs. Luckily he was gone.

Stuff.

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 04:09:47 GMT

So, who has actually DLed this LJ Gizmo thingy? I did, since my stupid effin' AIM won't work for me. So uhm, if you want to chat with me (and I so know you do) you can find me on that thingy.

Also, mmmmm my cashew asparagus stirfry is the best damn thing to eat in the entire planet. Or possibly the entire solar system, I haven't finished investigating that yet.

I'll get back to you for sure.

Robots are scary.

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:49:15 GMT

Little Susie tosses a clock out the window. A robot inquires, "Why did you do that?" She replies, "I wanted to see time fly!" The robot says, "Ah ... A perfect subject for elimination," and shoots her with a laser beam through the face.

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 03:59:50 GMT

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with."
- Mark Twain

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 18:15:39 GMT

Rumsfeld steps down. Senate is 50 to 49 (Dems), 1 undecided. We won the House. I am feeling slightly better this afternoon than I felt last night, but not by much. We are headed in a new direction, but not fast enough. I wonder how long it will take to repair the damages done in the last six years. Time will tell! A long long long time, most likely....

Andy sang a song to me last night to make me feel better.

"My country sickens me, sweet land of apathy, of the I scream."

Hopefully we're waking up.

I hate our voting system.

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 03:06:57 GMT

It makes me want to do violent and evil things to inanimate objects that can't defend themselves. Like pencils, or couch cushions.

Fucking christ why don't we have runoffs? I mean seriously.

I want to hang my head in shame of my country and more importantly, those "elected" to run it.

I can't even get it all off of my chest right now. I am so spitting mad. So much to bitch about, I don't even know where to start. I hate every dumb motherfucker that doesn't take the time to research the candidates and just votes for whoever is currently media-hyped. I hate every asshole who says "my vote doesn't matter anyway". I hate every dipshit that is so narrow-minded and set in their ways that they can't accept the fact that OBVIOUSLY their ways are our doom. I hate every fuckface who "doesn't believe" in evolution, global warming, limited resources...Darwin.

Ugh. If I have offended any of you, I'm sure I'll be sorry about it later. Right now though, I'd probably break your pencil.