The Moon Sídhe

Seasons Greetings

2007-12-24T15:31:00.001+11:00

Happy Holidays from Down Under :D

BRB

2007-12-16T02:32:00.001+11:00

I'm going to be gone probably most of the rest of December. I'll try to post, either way I'll see you on the flip side. Happy Holidays!

Pretty, aren't they?

2007-12-15T02:08:00.000+11:00

Since for most pagans it's nearly Yule, I thought I'd help my fellow cafepress users and point out the pretty decorations of the pagan persuasion. and if you want to make me happy my cafepress store is HERE. Please do purchase something.

Each image links to it's page, you'll find a lot of them come on shirts and such too. I could link to probably hundreds, but I won't, heres a small few.

Whats simple is true, I love you

2007-12-01T00:44:00.000+11:00

I miss my horse, a lot. I've never spoken of my riding on here, I don't think. But I'm a horse rider. I'm a horse person. I have owned a horse before, and can say that with a horse I am closer than blood. If you find the right horse, or you are a horse person like myself you would understand that with these animals, these wondrous beasts of burden you can touch souls. They can read your very inner being.

I never remember not loving horses. I don't mind the smell, I don't mind cleaning up after them, I adore sinking my hands into their manes and holding them close to me, breathing in the warm earthy scent as I cuddle them. I love riding bareback with only a halter and reins, the absolute trust you need to give your fate over to the horse. I love being able to sit on a horse and hold them around the neck and cry and feel that they really understand me in a way humans never have and never will.

I miss my horse. I miss riding so very much it makes me weep. I would lay down my life for my horse, because I can think of nothing better, nothing more pure, more kind and more worthy than a good horse.

I haven't ridden a horse in two years. I owned a horse, he was a thoroughbred. An ex racer. A beautiful chestnut horse of a grand 21 years with the spirit of a five year old . My beautiful 16.1hh Rocki. He wasn't the best horse in the world, and in ways I don't think he was the horse for me. But he was mine. He was my dream. A horse of my very own. A horse I rode to pony club on, a horse that made me take two hours of my life of catch, a horse that made me run so fast that I was quicker than he,so I didn't get kicked in the head and die.

But he was also the horse whose hooves I could sit at. The horse who ate my hot dog buns when I sat next to his pen at pony club. The horse I clung to and wept when my grandfather died. The horse I nursed back to health after his previous owners had barely fed him. The horse that followed me over the Rocki grannite strewn hill that was my uncles farm so I could just sit and have a horse near by. Hell. He even got me cantering.

I can't ride anymore, not like I used too, or not with stirrups at least. I hurt my ankles two years ago on a trail ride and couldn't even stand when I got off of Rocki, and like the gentle soul he is at heart he stood still while his silly rider clung to the saddle with dear life, unable to get back on, unable to stand. He could have run or done something, but he knew I was hurt. The people didn't even notice that.

I miss my horse.

I love you Rocki. May blessings follow you the rest of your days, whoever owns you, you silly old sot.

Dashing round on moonbeams, making lightning in the sky.

2007-11-27T20:40:00.001+11:00

I haven't been neglecting my blog. Well, not really. It's been storming a lot of late, which I do not know if it is good or not. This is both a blessing an a curse in more than our need of water, so desperately. Mum insists all computers are off and unplugged during the storms, thus I have idle hands. These Idle hands have been making themselves at least a little useful.

I've been sewing a fair bit, or well more than I usually do on any given day. It's not that I'm not fond of sewing, I actually and highly fond of it. It's more of a lack of time/ideas/will to sit still and sew. But I made a wee goddess doll (there are no pictures of her yet, as it is dark now and it would be of awful quality, perhaps tomorrow if I remember), she's made out of black material and stands a tiny 5 inches or so tall. I'm yet to adorn her, but I will in time.

I also started making little 'Christmas Trees' for presents for my family (and my Uncles wife and her daughter, whom I'm yet to meet. (the daughter, not the wife xD) ) Though it seems highly odd considering we have Christmas in the Summer, and Litha is only days before hand, in which I will probably be stuck making puddings and cakes and things for Christmas. Oh well.

Those are two I've done thus far. They're still in dire need of a bit more.. uh 'bling' but the actual "trees" are simple enough to make, don't you think? I'm putting everyones innitals one them and using their favourite colours. (Funnily enough, this means I get to make like five purple ones. >.<).

I dunno. Maybe I'll make ornaments fit for Litha and poke them on the tree, or make myself a bigger plushy tree and stick it with my Litha attentions. It bites being the only pagan you know about in an area.

Oh, and I started reading 'The Mists of Avalon' today, I adore it. I've seen the movie (it's on youtube. *hint*) but the book is brilliant.

He still tows the dirt and predicts the rain

2007-11-10T01:57:00.001+11:00

La Niña's unfulfilled promise of rain has hit the Murray-Darling River Basin in southeastern Australia especially hard. The area, roughly the size of France and Spain combined, is Australia's food bowl, with about 41 percent of the country's agricultural activities taking place there.

Tens of thousands of farms in three Australian states depend on the River Murray, which no longer carries enough water to flow to the ocean. By the end of the most recent winter, river flows and reservoir levels in some parts of the country were at all-time lows.

Even if La Niña does persist and bring heavy rainfalls, it will take several seasons for the catchments to fill up again.

Without water, some of the local farms have had at least two seasons of crop failure. Farm debt was $412,000 Australian, up from $150,000 in 1990, according to the National Australia Bank.

The South Australia Farm Federation said recently that crop failures could force 20 percent of the state's farmers off the land in the next year.

Full article.

God I hate droughts. My poor country.

Blushed and smiled and said you would stay

2007-11-08T01:13:00.000+11:00

For all of us south of the equator, at least :D

I don't think you're ready

2007-11-07T00:16:00.001+11:00

Anhk Charm by *LadyAlias on deviant ART

Pill Windows by *LadyAlias on deviant ART

Itty Bitty by *LadyAlias on deviant ART

Steer my ship on through the storm

2007-10-30T01:07:00.000+11:00

Last night there was a thunderstorm. It didn't feel like just a storm, I don't know if I can even explain it well enough for anyone to get it right.

I was on my computer - which means I'd zoned myself out of nature, I wasn't listening for the wind, for the earths very breath. I was reading an eBook which aided in zoning me out of my listening to nature. I even had music on on youtube. I was listening to Lighthouse by The Waifs, interestingly enough.

Mentally I kept repeating part of the song to myself, one of the verses. I wasn't sure why it clung to me, but it did.

Lighthouse man can't help us all
Some he'll save and some will fall
He'll show you where the danger lies
But he can't help it if you capsize
He'll light your way but that is all
Steer your own ship back to shore

It struck me how... deity like it sounded. Maybe it's my Christian background coming though but I don't think it is. It doesn't feel like that part of me. It doesn't feel like the scared little child, afraid the spirits are going to drag her down to hell. It feels like me, I'm only ten years older than I was, but it feels like ages upon ages. I was forced to grow up, I was forced, and I found my way, and I'm in a place and I think I understand myself now. I really do.

I felt the storm before I heard it, I didn't look outside, I knew it was coming. I don't know why, I've never been so certain of a storm in my life. I told mum and we turned off the computers in case the storm hit something and got the computers fried, and Mum, being her usual self was freaking out. We went outside and the first press of clouds was moving along, to us. I knew with absolute certainty that the storm was coming and it would be violent. Then we went into the backyard, and low and behold - lightning! Which made me shriek like a child and run back into the house, because it had scared me. It wasn't that there was lightning, it just had bad timing and I hadn't expected it to light up most of the sky.

The storm went on for a few hours, it was awfully noisy for the most part, and a bit flashy, too. It was like something had come over me though, and there was no fear for some time. My mother was afraid, and I said to her 'I do not fear the Darkness, The storm will not harm us' I don't know where it came from. It didn't sound like me, but I was warm, I was calm. It didn't bother me in the least.

I went out into the storm many times, and I was not scared. I felt the wind dance around me, the wet ground caress my feet, the loud roll of thunder over my head, and Goddess help me but I enjoyed it. I wanted to roll it, dance in the power. It felt like my own power, my essence, but so much bigger than me at the same time, and I knew if the storm threw every house in the street it would pass me over, and I don't know why. And like I felt it's approach I knew when it was leaving. When I was outside Shadow always kept to me, but when I'd knelt to feel the wet ground against me and the blissful dance of the wind three of my cats came to me.

I'd always said my energy is water energy. Maybe it's the energy of the storm, not just the water.

Shine your light across the sea

2007-10-27T14:00:00.001+10:00

My monitor has died. I thought my computer had. It's so silly, but it made me cry. I never used to be this emotionally insane, the joys of being 16. Mums given me one of the old monitors till we get a new one. It's alright, but smaller and I miss my bigger monitor.

SIZE DOES MATTER, FOLKS.

I wish I was a little bird

2007-10-26T10:32:00.001+10:00

Despite the fact that it's closer to Beltane down here where I live, most of the western world seems to be hyped about good ol' Samhain, or Hallowe'en, if you prefer.

So, guess what I've been doing half of last night?

Yup, five new things for Halloween in my cafepress store. I know it's late, but I think they're pretty spiffy, and I know I had too much fun making 'Bloody Mary'. They all come in lots of different items, the images are linked to their respective sections. There are also buttons that go with them, here.

I also made badges.. Er. Buttons.

These ones are inspired by Buffy and comes in different colours.

I think you get the point. You can find them here. Other items with these on it can be found here.

Then theres a design that probably only Twilight fans will get.

Those can be found here. Other items with these on it can be found here.

Please, go, look. Buy preferably ;) Theres a lot of other stuff in the store, you're bound to find something. Feed the poor writer, and all that :D

/End shameless self promotion.

The unicorns are riding high

2007-10-25T13:25:00.001+10:00

It's not worth the drama

2007-10-25T11:08:00.001+10:00

I've been sitting here trying to think what to write. Nothing much ever happens to me, with the exception of my little seven year old sister, Lillian, chucking fits and being generally abusive toward me. Nothing nearly as interesting as this has happened in some time.

Probably because I don't do rituals, not proper ones, anymore. It's not due to lack of wanting too, more due to a lack or privacy and space. If I do things alone, I like to know I'm not being watched, that I'm really alone, and I just can't guarantee that. I could do it in my room, but theres not enough space, and I prefer to be outside if I can. If I do it outside, I always feel I'm being watched, and not in the nice comforting way that I should, and have, felt in circle. There are a lot of older folks and Christians in this neighbourhood that wouldn't appreciate having a pagan - if they even know what that is - in their mists, and I know it, and I hate it.

What I would really like is to be able to be part of a group, it's not too likely to happen in the near future, but I would like it. I feel better when I don't have to do things alone. it's.. like I draw from groups, or something. I don't know. I need a solution, and I need to work it out before the 8th, because then it's Beltane.

Tearing down windows and doors

2007-10-23T14:15:00.001+10:00

My zils keep slipping on my fingers. One set flew behind the head rails of the bed -.- (zils are finger cymbals)

That is all.

I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care

2007-10-19T18:43:00.001+10:00

[chorus:]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

[chorus]

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

[chorus]

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

[chorus]

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care

In the Springtime

2007-10-19T18:14:00.001+10:00

The spring is warm,

like a mothers embrace.

The fields are gold,

the gardens green.

The flowers bud and bloom,

covering winters deathly gloom.

Colours, colours everywhere,

say the Goddess has been there.

The heat explodes,

and summers here.

Spring is gone,

Forever, I fear.

Confusing stars for satellites

2007-10-18T16:49:00.001+10:00

We went to Parkes today, Mum had to go to Centrelink to fill something out, so Aunty Duck took us. Aunty Robyn had given us money to buy clothes - she's rather... obsessed that I have good clothes. Despite the fact I don't go anywhere. Hell, I don't even date. Either way, Aunty took us over there at about 10, 10 30 this morning.

Parkes is about 20 kms away, it's called my towns twin town, though Forbes and Parkes are somewhat opposite. Forbes is full of stunning old buildings and history, Parkes is.. Parkes is tan bricks and chain stores. To annoy Parkes people, somewhat of a pastime in Forbes, we tell them that Parkes is a suburb of Forbes. You've never seen angry people until you see that xD

It only took about 20 minutes to get to Parkes, give or take. Mum and Aunty Duck were talking most of the way while I sung quietly in th back of the car to my iPod. When we arrived in Parkes we went to a kitchen designs shop to pick out some colour samples, which we did. We got some bright colours, some more subtle ones as well, even some marble laminate patterns.

Once we left there Aunty and I dropped Mum at Centrelink and went to some place where Aunty needed to see someone. I waited in the car, doodling, singing and writing some NaNo things in my notebook. Once that was done it was time to go find Mum. She'd finished at Centrelink and was over the road at Big W (I had called her Mobile to find out where she was). So we went clothes shopping in Big W. I got a lot of tops, mostly the long, dressy kind that you wear pants under and they go to mind thigh or a bit higher.I also got a skirt, a notebook and some gel pens. Mum got some things, as did Aunty. We also got a dinner set for here, because the cats keep kicking out plates onto the floor and smashing them. Sigh.

We put our stuff in the car then walked over to Pizza Hut for lunch, we all had the Works. We talked a fair bit while we had lunch, a lot about Dad (Aunty is his sister), I miss him a lot. I think we all do, to be honest. I knew he was going to die before they flew him to Orange, it was because the last thing he said to me was 'I love you' and it had such an air of finality to it that I just knew.

After that, we did the ever dangerous thing of going to The Warehouse (also known as Crazy Clint's), it's one of those shops with bits and bobs of everything relatively cheap. Well, a discount store, if you will. I brought a stack of candles, three packs of chocolate scented ones (What? I do not have a problem) and a pack of 100 plain white tea lights (because, as a witch, you don't even want to know how many I go through.) I also brought some craft glue.

Last was the most dangerous thing to do of all. We went to Angus and Robinson's, thats a book store, if you've never been.

Anyone who knows me, knows me and a bookstore are more dangerous than dynamite and fire. Anyways, I went in and had a look, mum and Aunty came too, they are equally as dangerous in a bookstore. We must have been in there for about ten, fifteen minutes. I ended up buying this small little thing about belly dancing, it has finger cymbals in it. Mum brought me a book called White Rose Rebel by Janet Paisley, it's about a Scottish Celt woman, it says it's like the female braveheart. Then we came home. One the way we had to swerve, because there was a dead kangaroo on the Highway. It looked young, though, I suppose it could have been a wallaby.

Everyone is forgiven now

2007-10-17T14:57:00.001+10:00

Lately I've been pining for my altar - I have one in the second bedroom, but the cats sort of made it look like ground bloody zero, and if they're going to climb all over it, I can't frankly use it. I don't go in there much anyways, so I thought I'd put a little mini altar up on my desk. I'm always here.

I don't have the things I want on it, not really. I wish to find a God Statue, as well. And hopefully some silver candles as well as gold ones. I can't understand why it's so hard to get the candles I want, but it is. Theres some stuff you can't see, like an incense holder tucked under the table edge for storage and a bowl of earth. The cards near the monitor on the top image is my tarot deck. The fountain is new, I love it. The shells are mine, I picked them at the sea some years ago now.

Oh. And ignore the mess! (Click on them if you want bigger)

He was warm, he came around and he was dignified.

2007-10-16T09:45:00.001+10:00

"You do not have to be a Fenian to understand that the English have tried to destroy the Irish through any means-political, cultural, even agricultural. The Scots were treated badly, but the Irish have always been the special whipping boys of the English."
"The Irish fight among themselves, that's why they keep coming up short," Rhys said.
Doyle gave him an unfriendly look.
"It's the truth, Doyle, they're still killing each other over who crosses themselves when they bend a knee to the Christian God. You don't see the Scots, or the Welsh, slaughtering each other over a matter not of which god they pray to, but of how they pray to the very same God. I mean, that's a crazy reason to kill each other."
Doyle let out a breath, then said, "The Irish have always been a hard people."
"Hard, and melancholy," Rhys said. "They make the Welsh look cheerful."
Doyle actually smiled. "Aye."

I love the Meredith Gentry series, I truly do.

Darkness lays her crimson cloak, your lamps will call, call me home.

2007-10-16T04:27:00.001+10:00

Sometimes, as I think we all must, I do wonder if I truly belong here. Well, no. It is not here that I do not belong, more specifically it is my family in which I do not belong, my culture. My culture, not too unlike America, loves the idea of sex. Unlike America it's not a completely titillating event, should someone have sex pre matrimony or pre whatever the standard is. But touch, a lot of it, is still considered sexual, when it doesn't have to be.

I like touch, anyone whose met me in real life knows I caress, arms, hands, backs. I kiss my friends on the cheek, forehead, on their hair. I play with peoples hair, I hug a lot, which isn't really the norm for people around here. I mean. Girls will hug their friends, guys will act like boxing kangaroos - but other than that or in more intimate situations, or times of grief, it's usually not there. I need the feel of flesh against my own, whatever the context, it is almost always comforting, sometimes I wish to hold others hands, touch in some way as a nervous gesture. It's an unconscious thing.

Humans, if they would not criticise themselves for it, or think of nothing but sex when two or more people sleep together, I do believe we would all much rather sleep in puppy piles than all on our lonesome. I know I certainly would. I probably would, society be damned, if anyone wished to do it as well.

When I was little, I like fairies, I never grew out if them. I have more fairy statues than one could imagine, I have stories, books, pictures. This blog is named as one of the races of fey. The fair folk of my childhood were relatively innocent, if not mischievous creatures, some big some teeny. Some where kind and others were not. I still believe in fairies.

The fairies I read of these days are not merely flower children, nature sprites of good intent or pesky piskies. They're real beings, with real hearts and real desires. They're beings of all the elements. They're like me, comforted by touch, not afraid of it. They're sensual, dangerous creatures, beautiful and hideous, day and night. They are everything, and nothing. Something so potent, powerful, is not afraid of touch. They embrace it, often they embrace nudity as well. Things humans have sexualised so completely we often become ashamed of it.

We shouldn't be. Even when it is sexual.

My point? People are too prudish for me. Le Sigh.

Chasing Shadows

2007-10-13T22:58:00.000+10:00

For more visit my profile.

I got bored, What can i say? ^^

Fear the curls

2007-10-13T21:26:00.000+10:00

Gosh I have so much colour in my face, don't I? *face palm* I took this like ten minutes ago, and I haven't fiddled with it at all. And yes, that is a fur collar around my neck. It's cold. In Australia. Go figure.

Anyways, my wife wanted a new photo, so here it is, scary curls and all. (The photo has extremely bad lighting, fyi).

Winter

2007-10-13T20:45:00.000+10:00

Into the place were I find peace

2007-10-12T18:51:00.000+10:00

I had this horrible dream that it was November and it scared me more than last night's dream of a serial killer chasing me. Go figure.

I had two naps today, after going to bed at 10 30 last night. This is so ridiculous, if I went back to sleep I could probably still sleep for hours. I'm so tired, I didn't think it was possible to be so weary. I don't think it's the kind of jaded that sleep will help, either. Nay, it is too deep for that.

Aunty Duck gave us a ton of stuff today. She gave me a lovely fur coat too (it's synthetic, but I'm not sure I'd care if it wasn't.) I also got a lot of other stuff, including this cardigan I'm wearing...

I have such mixed fashion sense, but I'll wear anything I like. >.<

We'll move out of the shelter, buy a big house and live in the suburbs

2007-09-30T14:07:00.000+10:00

This is one of my favourite songs, it makes me sad, though.

I am Switzerland

2007-09-30T01:36:00.000+10:00

So I finished reading the Twilight series thus far today (AND I WOULD LIKE BOOK FOUR NOW, PLEASE. STEPHENIE MEYERS, PRETTY PLEASE? I'LL BAKE YOU A CAKE!)

Uh. Yeah.

See, I feel another obsession coming on! I have an addictive personality or something, I truly do.

Twilight was good, Edward is amazing. New Moon nearly tore my heart out.. and Eclipse. Oh goddess help me. This is one of my favourite passages from Eclipse:

I frowned suspiciously. "Or . . . is this something else altogether? Some vampires-and-werewolves-are-always-enemies nonsense? Is this just a testosterone-fuelled -"

His eyes blazed. "This is only about you. All I care is that you're safe."

The black fire in his eyes was impossible to doubt.

"Okay," I sighed. "I believe that. But I want you to know something - when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I'm out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are . . . well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. I don't care who's a werewolf and who's a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too."

He stared at me silently through narrowed eyes.

"Switzerland," I repeated again for emphasis.

*giggles* Yes, I know. I'm incoherent. This is why I don't do proper reviews. I either giggle insanely at books, cry at them, or want to burn them in hades.

I want the next book! (And might I add, I read them all in about three days).

You made my heart a hunter

2007-09-26T10:15:00.001+10:00

I added Twitter to my sidebar :D I've been reading the Anita Blake series like mad, I only have I think, four more books that I own to read and then I'll be done until I can get 13 - 15. I can read about one Anita Blake book a day and have time to spare.

I've also been looking for an appropriate layout for Witch Winter, something artsy, wintery or witchy. In general. >.< I may end up making one myself, but the idea doesn't amuse me much. Mostly because, you know. Not so much with the XML. I'm a HTML kind of gal.

I still love Laurell, and perhaps it's because I'm reading the books one after another - but some of her phrasing in the Anita books is rather repetitive. And she's abusing the phrase 'Only one way to find out'. Either way, it's still interesting and has attractive preternatural men in it. I've started to get a thing for werewolves. It's scary. So is my urge to go outside and play werecat with someone under the full moon, but hey - can't win them all.

It's hard to beat the system, when we're standing at a distance

2007-09-20T05:14:00.001+10:00

Three.

2007-09-19T20:47:00.001+10:00

After yesterdays magpie incident (which my mother gives a short but much more amusing explanation of HERE than I might be led to) I found a cut in the shape of a three in my left palm (I'm left handed, just for reference). I looked it up and got this:

The Creative, Playful Artist
The Facile Writer, The Gifted Speaker
The Number of Joy, Exuberance, and Happiness
The Energy of Fun, Optimism and Inspiration

The energy of Number 3 is quick, clever, enthusiastic, creative, verbal, and often touched with a ready sense of humour. There is a youthful exuberance and intensity associated with Number 3 that is unmistakable. It is the number of artistic self-expression -- and can find ways to accomplish this mission in even the most mundane situations.

Source.

Interesting, non? Three is also associated with the witching hour (3 AM) to Christians, as it's the inverted hour of the time they think Christ died, which clearly makes it a witches hour.. .somehow. *shrug* Theres also triple Goddesses, etc.

You might be Pagan if...

2007-09-18T03:58:00.000+10:00

Source unknown

You might be Pagan if...

1. When you're sworn in in court, you bring your own grimoire.

2. Painting yourself blue, spiking your hair, and dancing naked around a bonfire sounds like large amounts of fun.

3. When asked if you believe in God, you ask, "Which one?"

4. You know what "widdershins" means. You know when to apply it.

5. You think The Mists of Avalon should be a religious text. You use it as such.

6. You have friends who say they are elves. You believe them.

7. You commit blasphemy in the plural.

8. Upon dying, your first thought is, "Darn it, not AGAIN."

9. When you say "Mother Nature," you don't mean it in an anthropomorphic way.

10. You know that there are exceptions to the laws of physics. You've caused them.

11 The first thing your guests say is, "My, that's a nice...altar. That you have there."

12. You understand the symbolism behind a maypole.

13. You've ever ended a phone call with "so mote it be."

14. Your children go around telling people that "the Goddess loves you."

15. On Halloween, you yell "Happy New Year!" at passers-by.

16. You know that Christmas trees were originally pagan symbols. That's why you bought one.

17. You have a frequent buyer card at the local antique bookstore. The proprietor of said bookstore picks out anything to do with the Celts and saves it for you.

18. You think Mercedes Lackey should be a cultural icon.

19. Gaia is NOT the lady on Captain Planet.

20. You have an entire spice cabinet and you don't cook. You know that laurel and bay leaves are the same thing.

21. In Religion 100, you were disappointed because they didn't cover YOUR gods.

22. You know that there is a right way and a wrong way to draw a pentacle. You can explain the difference.

23. You've spent the last year and a half looking for a familiar.

24. You talk to trees. They talk back.

25. You know dragons and fae exist. You've seen them.

26. You've been seen talking to cats. They talk back. You understand what they're saying.

27. You've seen "The Craft." You know where they were making stuff up in "The Craft." You have explained this to other people. You can do it better than they did it in "The Craft." You know it's a load of crap.

28. You know what a Warlock is. And it isn't a male witch.

29. You know what time the moon officially turns full. To the second.

30. You'll happily sit outside in the middle of winter by yourself for hours at night watching the moon.

31. You are often caught talking to the wind, the stars, the moon, sun, etc. You think people odd when they say its unusual.

32. You're reading this page. You understand what it's talking about. You have more to add. Please do so...

Yeah, feeling good was easy, lordy, when he sang the blues

2007-09-14T05:47:00.001+10:00

I just spent a good two hours listening to one of my favourite authors, and all I can say is I LOVE YOUTUBE. PLEASE NEVER TAKE IT AWAY. KTHNX. That is, Laurell K. Hamilton. The author of the Anita Blake and Meredith Gentry books.

Though, I'm still of the opinion that, despite the fact she is fabulous and I love her dearly - her site needs a bit of a makeover. It's got that 'I was made by someone who read HTML for dummies, before the new millennium came about' look to it. I think its a shame, really, shes such an interesting person and shes a good writer. Her website should be equally fabulous.

Would it be considered rude to tell her this, and offer her a new layout if I can make one? >.> Heh. What?

...well my freewebs sites looked more appealing. O_o

I WANT A LICK OF FROST TO COME OUT! I CANNOT WAIT 30 SOMETHING DAYYYYYS *whine* Whats worse is you folks will be getting this from me pretty much for the rest of eternity, as she seems to have no intention on stopping. She said theres at least 15 books in the Meredith Gentry series, of which she's only got six out (well, technically A Lick Of Frost comes out in October, but shh!).

Oh I could burst. Obsession, much? This is like more obsessed then I get with HP. And thats saying something. She also writes in the first person. I often don't like authors who write like that, but ever since I picked up the first book of hers I accidental noticed I've adored her.

The cover art of Kiss of Shadows made me walk right across Angus & Robinson, then I was like, to my aunt. 'Can I have it? Pleeeeaaase? Please! Please!' And she brought it for me. xD I actually had no idea it had sex in it until I started reading it on the hour and a half ride home, at which my Aunt was amazed I could focus in the car. Mum wasn't, shes used too, and can herself, find a way to read a book in any given scenario.

Oh and you can read the first two chapters of A Lick of Frost here on her site. She has first (and sometimes second) chapters on that site for all her books.

Oh and I changed the layout and am adding my blogs to the navigation.

Hmmm, Hi.

2007-06-09T14:45:00.000+10:00

It's been some time since I've actually used a blogger, to be truthful. And I really only joined again so I had something else to play with. With the drama at LJ I'm not really sure as to where I want to stay and blog, I'm considering just hosting my own blog on my website. It might be easier, but the problem is it lacks a certain sense of... community, which is the soul reason for which I actually like LJ and if they do it once theres no reason why they wouldn't again.

I dunno, I just don't like it. Censorship is wrong. The Nazis were censors, look how good that was.