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the first among the fallen
26 March 2008 @ 07:08 pm
What a day.

Need to remember that even though the furniture is used for display it is also antique and for sale. Scratches are unacceptable!

Afterward, I took a trip across the river to the mall to pick up my pre-ordered copy of Naruto: Ultimate Ninja 3. Apparently you can unlock the 4th Hokage in this one. Yosh! Crack anyone? heh. Random: the little coffee shop in Oakwood has the tastiest iced coffee drinks. I also pre-ordered the new OURS cd. I am eagerly anticipating this album. Distorted Lullabies I love. Love I tell you! Precious was okay, but it disappointed me a little(even though the critics liked it better than the previous). The songs I've heard off Mercy sound like they put both albums into a bottle, shook it, and poured out the happy medium.

That's right.
Not stirred.

Clint's started drawing again. I need to inquire where he can get some nice art supplies. I must remember! Lately my mind has had to be in a million places at once.

Life is hectic down here.
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Ours - Ran away to tell the world
the first among the fallen
23 February 2008 @ 09:15 am
Happy Birthday to me.
Current Mood: awakeawake
the first among the fallen
17 February 2008 @ 01:22 pm
It's been over a week since we've moved to our new home, and I still am amazed by how much I enjoy being here. Sure it seems to rain for at least an hour every day, but it keeps the air cool and clean. I feel like I can finally breathe, and oddly I want to take pictures of everything. Maybe I'll take up photography.

So, we've both been keeping busy. Clint dove head first into his work and has been doing his best to become king of Canal St. I, by some strange twist of fate, managed to find a job on Magazine Street within an hour of looking. The store I work at is called Objets Trouvés which means (or so I'm told) Found Objects. It's quite an eclectic collection she has going on. Basically my boss (Linda) travels around and buys anything she finds interesting and brings it back to her shop to sell. We have hand beaded purses from San Fransisco, leather journals from Italy, hand crafted pottery from South Africa, and an amazing collection of antique prints as well as paintings from various local artists for which we also offer museum quality framing for. I have to admit, it's probably the most interesting job I've ever had. Unfortunately, the economy sucks so bad right now that there's a chance of closing the store at any time. There are several stores along the street that are going out of business and shutting down simply because they don't have enough money coming in to keep the shops open. Linda says it's because a lot of people don't think to shop on Magazine Street. Most simply stick to the French Quarter and never wander uptown to our neck of the woods. I still haven't seen all that the street has to offer. With 6 miles of shops and bistros and salons, it's very intimidating. However, I have an appointment tomorrow morning at Earthsavers at the far end near the zoo. Maybe I'll use the opportunity to wander around a bit more.

Walking. It's actually very pleasant to be able to walk anywhere you want to go. I can walk to work every day. The only place I've driven to is WalMart, and even that's close enough to walk to (if you're feeling brave and up to walking about 12 blocks). There's even a two story McDonald's four blocks away. Having never really lived in a city, I'm glad we snatched up the apartment as quickly as we did. Sure it's a bitch getting in and out the gate, and yeah, we have to share a washer and dryer with the other five apartments, but it's in such a convenient location. I don't have to worry about getting out and getting too lost or anything too bad happening to me so long as I don't stay out after dark.

Our birthday's are this weekend. We had talked about going to the Down show on the 21st, but we haven't really spoken of it since. It would have been cool to have been able to see the opening show as well as the closing, but you never know how things are going to turn out. However, I did get Clint a fun Valentine's Day gift.

Carved love godCollapse )

I don't know if he's actually some sort of love god, but it's fun to think so. Clint says, "He's using his sword to protect my swords. Buahaha!"

Well, it's about time for me to go check the laundry.

Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
the first among the fallen
04 February 2008 @ 12:40 pm
This is our last week in town. By this weekend we will be residents of New Orleans.


Not really.

Since Clint finished his manager-in-training classes, his DM has been trying to find a store south of the lake for him to take over. Until another one of the Nola stores loses a manager, he's going to be assisting at the store on the corner of Canal and Bourbon. Drop by and say hi.

Speaking of bourbon...we had a "Good Riddance" party Saturday night. Charlie and Linda came by and we ripped and roared for a while. The good time continued until Amanda and Aaron dropped by, and I think Clint offended Aaron somehow in his drunkenness. I don't really remember what they were talking about (or why the rest of us were laughing so hard at them)...but I think it had something to do with Satan. Eventually Evan Williams got the best of Clint and Charlie, and we had to call it a night.

The alcohol let me sleep well Saturday night, but I had a nightmare last night. I don't remember the details, just that I woke up ridged with terror believing that if I turned over and looked off the edge of the bed something that followed me out of my nightmare would be there waiting for me.

It was awful.
Current Mood: boredbored
the first among the fallen
24 December 2007 @ 08:31 pm
Nicholas Was...

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.



Current Mood: lonelylonely
the first among the fallen
14 December 2007 @ 09:19 pm
*reads the latest Naruto manga chapter*

Current Mood: sadsad
the first among the fallen
06 December 2007 @ 07:06 pm
Presents that come early are so great.

Guess who got a crimson/black Nintendo DS Lite for Christmas?

*points to self*

Guess what game is going in once the battery is charged?

*points to Zelda*

Guess who's my favorite person?

*points to xnowiamnothingx*
Current Mood: excitedexcited
the first among the fallen
02 December 2007 @ 04:24 pm
Cameron says, "I got your kisses."
I ask, "Where are they?"
He replies, "They're in my shoe! I gonna take 'em with me."

Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: Josh Groban - Un Giorno Per Noi
the first among the fallen
02 December 2007 @ 12:39 pm
Yesterday Stacy and Dennis drove up to visit. Since Dennis bought a new truck (2008 Toyota Tundra is Salsa Red), Cameron has decided that he needs a truck of his own if only to be as awesome as his paw paw. After we had eaten, Cameron begins to beg to go for a ride in the truck. We all agree that may be a fun idea, so we pile into the Tundra and drive away. When we started out, we had no plans to really go anywhere. It was just a drive for the joy of riding (and listening to Steppenwolf. Go Stacy!) After some time we realized we were on the road to Picayune.

Should we go to Picayune?

Why not.

So we rode in to town and crossed over to Hudson's, since Mom had told us they had a huge shipment of Christmas decorations and such come in. Dennis wandered off with Cameron, Stacy browsed the wrapping paper, and I was pulled by some unknown force to the three aisles of books they had marked at 50% off. Now, if any of you have shopped the books at a Hudson's or a Dirt Cheap, you know they almost always have nothing really worth bothering with. Twenty copies of a study of architecture, various cookbooks, and crime novels litter the shelves. As I was carefully combing through a collection of books highlighting the art of Picasso, the title The Faery Reel: Tales from the Twilight Realm, so oddly out of place caught my eye. I pulled the book out and was shocked to find an illustration by Charles Vess on the cover. Intrigued, I opened it up and realized that in my hands I had a collection of stories by authors that included the likes of Tanith Lee and (my personal fave) Neil Gaiman. Even more surprising was the front page which appeared to be autographed by a handful of the authors presented in the table of contents. Was it a coincidence I happened to find it? Maybe. Either way I ended up buying the book for a mere $1.99.


As if to add some humor to my day of discovery, I had an interesting moment with the boy at the checkout counter. After ringing up the book, he suddenly, yet confidently, claimed, "That's spelled wrong, you know."
Confused I asked, "What is?"
He replied, "That word faery. It's spelled wrong."
I simply raised an eyebrow in response, and he laughed, "Sorry. I'm an English nerd."
To say such a thing, he's not really much of an English nerd, now is he?

I'm not too sure of the authenticity of the autographs, but I don't know why anyone would fake something like that either. What do you think?
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
Current Music: Collective Soul - Tremble for my Beloved
the first among the fallen
01 December 2007 @ 11:18 am
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people.

Save that once again I lay sleepless. And this time it was not the fevered conjecture of my imagination that made me wakeful, but memory, and the piercing desire that accompanied it. When I closed my eyes, I saw Roshana and Katherine kissing. I sweated and tossed, tangled in my sheets, and cursed myself for an idiot.
Try harder.
Would that it were so simple.

Kushiel's Scion - Jacqueline Carey

I won't tag anyone. It's not necessary.
Current Mood: goodgood