tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12490163344877293432024-03-17T03:26:04.651+01:00I assume I need no introduction.Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.comBlogger564125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-65381550527411498792024-03-17T03:25:00.002+01:002024-03-17T03:25:20.339+01:00Abstaining.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Today was the first day in two weeks I’ve craved alcohol. Cider was the beverage in question. It lasted for a little while, then went away, and returned. I did not indulge in said craving.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It was an annoyance more than anything, and easily overcome. That gives me pause, as future cravings would be much, much stronger and require a substantial effort of willpower. Not a pleasant thought.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-16228040187229328192024-02-16T10:25:00.000+01:002024-02-16T10:25:39.754+01:00...the second official date...<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Of course it was Valentine's Day. Of course we were dressed for the occasion. And of course we were unable to finish all the wonderful food, but we were offered to take it with us, so of course we accepted.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-32797077727703540192024-01-30T23:59:00.001+01:002024-01-31T09:14:59.007+01:00I am enough ♥<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Friday: Plane delayed, luggage quick to arrive, nomi sign at the meeting area. I shall not share the recording. Car trip back "home", cuddle on the Big Yellow Monster, tajine by Sugar, then early to bed (21:00) for me, then being woken up after midnight with very little sleep afterward.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saturday: Town visited after a prolonged morning in bed. Church visited, local nerd and geek stores, purchases, pizza without beer dinner (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufsE38gK7uQ" target="_blank">I had pineapple on mine, of course</a>), nap and then the main event: Steinbruch-Theater. Outfit: leather and black (still miffed to discover I had forgotten to pack lipstick), collar and neckless, blood red nails.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunday: Late out of bed, leftover dinner for breakfast. Sharing, talking, emotions, seeing the first episode of the 2022 Anne Rice series - thoughts: adapted to the modern audience. Spicy loved Helluva Boss.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday: Packing after another almost about sleepless night. Slow and late start. Hot water shower. Part of me wants to stay and live here. Spice and I had our first official date, and stayed at a lovely apartment much larger and more modern than mine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tuesday: Leaving. Shared shower, well intended feedback to the nice apartment owner, stress at the airport, my fault. First time Starbucks experience.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-28734375288069622392024-01-25T11:45:00.000+01:002024-01-25T11:45:19.175+01:00Thoughts?<p></p><blockquote><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">"First thought: Googling the name on the signature is wild. I'd been expecting a portfolio like Silverfox5213, or at worst like Ookami Kemono, but the foxbun there is in many ways the complete tonal opposite of this guy's current output.<br />I say this mostly with a kind of surprised bemusement, but I also seriously doubt buff bara characters, macro/micro, inflation, living pool toys, etc are at all what you'd enjoy seeing, so if you are tempted to google anything then go visit SilverFox's page and pretend that's the artist you stumbled on instead.<br /><br />As for the piece itself: Interesting hybrid. It does make me wonder about the parentage it implies - red foxes and rabbits don't get along nearly as well as Zootopia fans like to imagine they do. Though I imagine the red fox would be happy with either arrangement.<br />Still, it's adorable.<br />Well-drawn, stylized yet still evocative, and uses the linework really well to give a sense of this thing being soft and fluffy. The paintbrush tail is an odd choice, compared to a fox's normal dipstick and a rabbit's vertically divided two-tone (neither of which have any black spots), but it looks cute and I kind of like it anyway.<br />The ear-browns could also stand to cover more space, though this is just me insisting upon a personal preference - the amount of brown fur on a red fox's ears is a percentage that's difficult to stylize properly, and it also varies between individual foxes, so just the tips like on the bun here does end up as an equally valid choice to the complete brownbacks I'd prefer.<br />And the most insignificant nitpick of all: The muzzle splotch usually covers a fox's whiskers. Neat that the artist remembered to draw those (most don't), but it is odd to see them displaced like that."<br /></span></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span style="background-color: #800180; color: white;">"What I enjoy from your replies is how long they are, how well thought out they are, and the dept of your knowledge. Thank you.</span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span style="background-color: #800180; color: white;">Permission to use your answer for a blog post?"</span><span style="background-color: #ff00fe; color: white;"> </span></b></i></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><blockquote><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">"I'm not sure how much there is really blog materal, but go ahead.<br />Though if you do, I've got one slight correction to offer regarding the muzzle markings: A red fox's whiskers do start at their brown splotch, but the area from which they sprout usually extends out past it and into the white bits of their snout. Saying that it's fully contained in that area, as I did earlier, isn't entirely right.<br />(And if you want another detail to comment on: The wide blue eyes are a bit of a departure from a red fox's brownish ambers and slit pupils. It does help make the color palette less uniform, though, which is a good bit of artistic license to take.)"</span></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Context: this entire conversation is a response after I shared a picture with a friend of mine, and I very much wanted to share it (my words are the white on purple). On that note, <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19375352/" target="_blank">said picture is what you can see here</a>, and if you'd want more of said artist, here's some links.<br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: "gg sans", "Noto Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: break-spaces;"><span style="font-size: medium;">https://twitter.com/BlurTheFur/status/709246532189487105</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: "gg sans", "Noto Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: break-spaces;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: gg sans, Noto Sans, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space-collapse: break-spaces;">https://inkbunny.net/s/1596321</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space-collapse: break-spaces;"><br /></span></div><span style="white-space-collapse: break-spaces;"><div style="text-align: left;">https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19375352</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">https://furrynetwork.com/artwork/460905/fox-bunny/</div></span></span><p></p><span style="background-color: #313338; border: 0px; color: #dbdee1; font-family: "gg sans", "Noto Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: break-spaces;"></span>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-17576259941178054022024-01-06T07:50:00.004+01:002024-01-06T07:50:56.248+01:00I'm singin' and dancin' in the cold.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> And indeed I was! Minus 20 degrees Celsius , snow more than one and a half meter, skipping, dancing, humming and singing and celebrating life and love and happiness after a silent shift at work... My gods, if I wasn't already in love, that'd do enough to boost my mood to the very top.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">This new year have me grinning and enjoying myself and hugging others and going<i> <b>squeee</b></i>! Context: I am in love. Perhaps I should tell you a bit more about that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Allow me to introduce Spice and Sugar. Spice is the sexy librarian, and Sugar is the word-wise translator. I'm not allowed to flirt with Sugar, so good-looking compliments must come from a point of friendship. You guessed it, Spice is the one where romantic emotions are soaring and intertwining.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It's a joy feeling like a teenager with a crush but with the knowledge of past experiences. Reveling in the sensation, but tempering it with the wisdom of age. Gods, I'm happy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As Gene Kelly sang: <i>"I'm ready for love."</i></span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-67782053152688534032023-09-27T22:30:00.000+02:002023-09-27T22:30:08.567+02:00Holland notes.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Amsterdam first impressions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bit too European for my taste. Feels friendly, feels safe. Not very accommodable for the disabled. Lots and lots of bikes. All the visible flags of my people makes me proud, too.<br />Lots of pigeons, no seagulls spotted (yet). Even ravens (I don't think it was crows, but I may be wrong). ((Editor note: no seagulls were spotted during the visit.))<br />Reminds me of Stockholm. And a bit of Dublin, too. The steps up to the residential houses New York, in a somewhat less grandiose style.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Exploring the city wandering with a lose plan, and then at random. This is the way to find the unexpected and wonderful. A serene retreat of nature and friendliness. A Warhammer store where the owner displayed his own painted models (they were impressive). A Guinness brown pub. A lovely old house with a KATTENCAT sign attached.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I think the overwhelming feeling is feeling safe. And I'm soaking in it. It feels like coming home. It's rare, and a bit disturbing, seldom felt.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I admit I am conflicted in regards to the city. The people are exceptionally nice and respectful, but awareness needs to be raised due to the cyclists. Plenty of American tourists. I can almost picture myself living in this city.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">---</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">From Arnhem, I ended up with an accidental long and convoluted scenic route. Got to see lots of rural Netherland: Emmerich Ward. And then I blissfully unaware walked into Germany, because there was my hotel.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've started to realize the limits come breakfast on the continent, displeasingly so. And lack of sleep getting older. Also displeasing, for one who would trade the need of food for the ability to sleep. Thoughts lingering on last night's company. Smitten, again.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">---</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The wedding was lovely, and the dress was complimented several times. Unfortunately picked up a runny nose and lots of sniffling. Again my ignorance of the German language made me end up in Wesel before I had to double back to Arnhem. Still, adventure. Trip to Wesel: got a compliment for my sparkling purple/pink suitcase. Worth it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">---<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Last day in Netherland: Amsterdam Monday with those of the wedding guests that could make it. Neither Manesni, Star or myself felt like meeting yesterday: me being slightly sick, they having house work.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The Arnhem train station toilet was an overwhelmingly positive experience. And I keep being surprised on how nice everybody is.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The four blues sisters, on bicycles, all matching black outfits, sunglasses and red lipstick. High end.<br />The last hotel, on the edge inside the (general) Red Light District, was super Dutch: narrow, steep staircases, twists and turns. And I got the top room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The rooftop view is gorgeous.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And of course I walked by a restaurant called nomi.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">---</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Don't know when I'll be back, but I will be.<br />And that's a promise.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-28410483034388051852023-08-10T01:17:00.000+02:002023-08-10T01:17:16.409+02:00Sun Wall<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My outside is looking at the sun wall, white building material/front, balconies; expensive.<br /> <br />Yes, I have moved again.<br /> <br />The apartment reminds me of Ibsen. Class and social affordable place.<br /> <br />However, I’m satisfied with the place. Alas my adopted plant suffers from the lack of sunlight, even during summer.<br /> <br />I plan to put up shades. Aka heavy curtains. Makes it easier to sleep during daytime.<br /> <br />I think I’ll name this place the modern luxury cruise cabin, or the Assassin’s Hideout.<br />I haven’t decided yet.</span></div>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-71339047559622516842022-12-07T23:00:00.002+01:002022-12-07T23:00:35.184+01:00Cold moon.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Magnificent. Beautiful.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-79566947480148216942022-11-08T00:15:00.000+01:002022-11-08T00:15:15.992+01:00Beaver moon.<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Kumwhalk is a Norwegian folk song created by Big Family Tree.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Also; loud, screaming sadness in silence.</i></span></div>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-25031664613181131232022-10-09T23:05:00.003+02:002022-10-09T23:05:38.335+02:00Hunter's moon.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I had a weird dream where I was myself but also Richard the Lionheart and met with Saladin, aka <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Yusuf ibn Ayyub ibn Shadi, and we became the best of friends.</span></span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-79532838760965787652022-10-02T02:42:00.001+02:002022-10-02T02:42:09.591+02:00Weird compliments are still compliments.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Been a while since some random slightly intoxicated by alcohol individual complimented me for my beauty and wanted to have my social media info - I declined, of course, due to the fact that I'm not on social media in the first place - and he was saying that I should be on social media, if nothing else to show off my beauty. Also, said individual wanted to bring me along for a after party happening.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">While grateful, smiling, and taking the compliment for nothing more than what it was, a compliment, sometimes it's nice to say nice things to random people.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-69998750659269989902022-09-30T21:00:00.003+02:002022-10-01T01:35:57.085+02:00An accidental Raven Guard character...<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, I play D&D (5e) and Pathfinder (not 2.0) regularly. As an altoholic, I have a tendency to come up with characters from various images where a character would be portrayed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, as of late, I've been going over the Shadowfell, its inhabitants, locations, creatures and lore. Yes, I'm a massive fan of the Raven Queen, and I'm fairly certain that predates the time I got around to watch Critical Role, but that's beside the point.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anyway, I was going through my list of character images for potential characters, came across an old one, checked the character sheet, and decided to redo most of said character (I kept the name as I liked it). Cue my recent Shadowfell facination, and I made a said character born there.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let me walk you through the process. Said picture had a warrior in what I determined was of the breast plate armor, a greatsword, and a bow and a quiver of arrows at the back. For class, I decided to go Ranger, and figured that the Gloom Stalker Conclave would fit come level three. As a human, I made her variant and took the Shadow Touched feat. For stats, I decided on <a href="https://chicken-dinner.com/5e/5e-point-buy.html#customrace&NA&8&8&8&8&8&8&0&0&27&15&8&19&15&12&9&7&5&4&3&2&1&0&1&2&4&6&9&4&4&4&4&4&4" target="_blank">point buy</a> (you increase your stats until you hit 27 points). None of the backgrounds really fit, so I browsed homebrew on D&DBEYOND and found the <a href="https://www.dndbeyond.com/backgrounds/62397-shadowtouched" target="_blank">Shadowtouched background</a>. Favorite foe, favorite terrain, stats, skills, tools, languages and equipment doesn't really matter that much besides the fact that I went with Stealth and had bonuses for hiding in shadows.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here is where it gets overlapping with Warhammer 40k. Do you know of the <a href="https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Raven_Guard" target="_blank">Raven Guard</a>? They're basically the sneaky bunch of the Space Marines, wearing heavy armor, shooting things from afar, and obviously have weapons for the glorious melee that's bound to happen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, yeah. This is when it dawned on me that I had just made an accidental Raven Guard set in a fantasy D&D setting.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh, her name? <b>Estra Gloomstrider</b>. This was before I got into Warhammer 40k, and knew about the Gloom Stalker sub-class for Rangers, too.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2__s0twgoDhSguvz2smXwj287mBxWO2oYOXdFZUCzlZGJClOzFiMrmFISGON9BPa_IYWmiETncfr6OcIxROB2-kJ0WCBNeJ_Uny45AcwXfgV2ZNZsZClUIOQ4io0cgH2yPdfpDUrqG-QaP2JWPBIxP--eszSHlQlsyboouEf1-LA6tHGZ55WdTsUkgQ/s663/Estra%20Gloomstrider.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2__s0twgoDhSguvz2smXwj287mBxWO2oYOXdFZUCzlZGJClOzFiMrmFISGON9BPa_IYWmiETncfr6OcIxROB2-kJ0WCBNeJ_Uny45AcwXfgV2ZNZsZClUIOQ4io0cgH2yPdfpDUrqG-QaP2JWPBIxP--eszSHlQlsyboouEf1-LA6tHGZ55WdTsUkgQ/s320/Estra%20Gloomstrider.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-32619385955912567432022-09-10T17:31:00.000+02:002022-09-10T17:31:02.844+02:00Harvest moon.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Eat pickle and cry."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Steroid is no Glasses."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Pirates are always throwing stuff out of the window."</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-81802589934542568562022-08-11T15:20:00.004+02:002022-08-11T15:20:54.123+02:00Sturgeon moon.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "I don't understand why I'm still getting my info, I'm pretty sure the pixie-train has sailed."</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-75384519763385632682022-07-14T09:47:00.005+02:002022-07-14T09:47:59.933+02:00Casta. Acosta.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Notes, on an instrument, trying at first, skilled as learned hands finds their way. A winter sun is rising to the noise. Pale blue rays of frost sparkles in dim yellow sunlight. Seagulls in silent flight. A building, nine storages tall, reflecting the end of the day. Anticipation. The green of the forest does not intrude. Soft, rolling hills. The shade becomes cold. Why is white the dominating color? Building blocks of stone. The woods, the water, the stone sky. What is freedom of movement? What return to darkness remains heralded? The cold comes creeping. The blue, the green and the almost white. Where are you? Hours pass. A boat is seen traveling in the distance. The mountain's shadow makes itself known. Blurred music in the background. The urge to pee is rising, the subsides after relieving. The moment between moments. Distorted. Bells from the flag pole. What's next? Servant of snakes. Purple comes. Noise and light pollution in the night. And then it arrives in blood orange red.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The moon is a mysterious mistress indeed. The shivers from changing position stops. Calm wind. Somewhere bellow, the party starts. I have no intention of joining.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-26920425756421777532022-07-13T08:55:00.000+02:002022-07-13T08:55:16.434+02:00Buck moon.<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Drunk Alchemist Scarlet Witch.<br />Evil drunk that sat next to the demon.<br />And my favorite: drunk raven keeper mayor (male Halfling) of Castlefalls.</span></div>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-26740448321195890562022-06-25T13:32:00.005+02:002022-06-25T13:32:57.927+02:00Pride: cancelled.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This has not ben the year for Pride. What was supposed to be my Fifth Exalted March: CANCELLED. Why? Because some asshole shot and killed and wounded members of my community.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Having traveled to the capital for the singular purpose of marching, I just wanted to pack up again and go home, starting the grieving process.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The hotel staff members were very understandable.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yesterday I was able to walk around in public feeling normal, looking forward to the March. Today the fear is back.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I passed the site on my way to the station. Stood across the street and watched in silence. Pride is a personal thing to me, and so is the pain.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm not certain how to process this grief.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-25503856992585698702022-06-15T08:28:00.005+02:002022-06-15T08:28:44.907+02:00Strawberry moon.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Sometimes a name's a name is a name and you get used to it over time. Don't tell me repetition don't work!</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-91121657561694487712022-05-29T14:35:00.002+02:002022-05-29T14:35:29.539+02:00Number nine.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The book made me cry several times. It is, however, the third time reading it, but sometimes what one experience later in life makes one relate to other happenings prior in a very different light. To me, it was loneliness<br /><br />Whilst the book does go to great length in describing it, the more revealing parts happens in relation to others: a beloved dog, a understanding for a religion not of one own, the great beyond and how it beacons... How it does beacon. Black. Empty. Silent. The Void is there. Waiting. You can put whatever word you want at it. Death. Passing on. Facing it. And yet, it reminds.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Tears. Tears of joy, tears of sadness. Tears of release. Tears of gratitude.<br />Sometimes the simple act of crying is enough.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-57395988341343444142022-05-16T07:45:00.002+02:002022-05-16T07:45:24.981+02:00Flower moon<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Piss, shit and pizza.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-86640471447581303392022-04-19T12:12:00.001+02:002022-04-19T12:12:19.921+02:00Pink moon<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Not Floyd, but moon. Gosh darn it, now I'm craving some psychedelic music.<br /><br />Also, this should have been posted on the 16th of April, but holidays and being away made it difficult.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've watched the Matrix (the original from 1999) with my mother and she liked it, although we had very, very different points of view. But that's fine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Summer is coming.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-82278930525620210212022-03-18T07:45:00.000+01:002022-03-18T07:45:02.991+01:00Worm moon<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Having a fire alarm going off at the end of your shift is not the best way to end it. Thank the gods it was a false alarm, though.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-33816745606032456352022-02-16T17:17:00.001+01:002022-02-16T17:17:08.887+01:00Snow moon<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> It's cold, it's cold.</span></div>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-37937405071870532902022-01-23T15:13:00.000+01:002022-01-23T15:13:04.029+01:00A lousy take of the modern family unit.<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I was asked, at work, if, of all things, I was a mother. I must confess, the question stunned me slightly, and I was unable to process and reply at first. In due time, I was able to utter that, no, I was not a mother, not in the traditional sense, as I did not have offspring of my own to care and look after. As the more queer perceptive of you already have noted, in this world with “your kids, my kids, our kids” that we all seemingly live in, I could have hinted at being part of a non-traditional family unit that did came with kids in one form or another. Regardless, that is not the case, as children is not a part of my current household. Nor are pets, for that matter. It is, however, of the number five (no mambo) in total, and we all get pretty well alongside one another. My next-door roommate even works the same sort of shift as I do, so folks were already in the know of how to adjust to that when I moved in, and it pleases me greatly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span lang="EN-US"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span lang="EN-US">Not that my household is the Imperial Household, the Royal Household, or even the Presidential Household, for that matter, but it is mine, my own, and I’m quite fond of it, thank you very much.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249016334487729343.post-16827205997717389252022-01-17T19:08:00.003+01:002022-01-17T19:08:39.815+01:00Wolf moon<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> Welcome. Stay a while and listen.</span></p>Skikkelseskifterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342430481264456858noreply@blogger.com0