Last night I was feeling quite fed up with the world. I was a little blunt.

But I do have good reasons.. (thanks Zero).
Over the next week or two, I'm going to be doing extensive traveling. I say extensive because I'm not quite sure what this will all entail. I have a destination (Mexico) but the how's and wherefores of getting there remain, as yet, unkown to me. I CAN tell you this though. I despise flying so I will most likely be taking ground transportation.(cough, bus, cough) Which, as those of you who've tried it will agree, takes 3 days at it's fastest to get anywhere in a hundred mile radius.

So my time will be cramped. And then I don't know what it will be like when I get there. I would like to continue blogging. But, again, I'm just putting one foot in front of the other. Little wanderer me. I'm a fearless adventurer. If I lived in the ol' yar hargh days i'd be known as 'Shiver Me Fleetfoot' (Shiver for short) or something...

yeah well till then I'll leave you with pics of my camping trip with a short run-down commentary.

Drive down -- uneventful. Got into our Island at dark and set up our tent in 15 minutes...in the dark. Yup. Fearless adventurers, these guys. Here's what it looked like in the morning. Impressive, huh?

Our dinner. Rule 1: Fritos are True Adventurer Food. Rule 2: Mayonaise can be used for basically anything, besides being a delicious sandwich ingredient.

Most Important Rule: Racoons are NOT, I repeat, NOT friendly cuddles. Racoons are cunning, vicious and without morals. Don't ever think ANY food left out, other than locked in the back of your car trunk is safe. No, not even...

..Tents. The destruction was swift and brutal. They tried to get into our beer but couldn't get it open. That's a mercy, I don't know what I would have done with swaggering, wildly dancing, leg humping racoons on my hands. Regardless, they ravaged our tent inside and out and we had to sleep in the car. (mutter, adventurer, true form...mutter)

p.s. did I mention I carried a nifty hatchet, which I used to hack at the dense underbrush? Hargh. Friend Scallywag finally got annoyed and confiscated it.

Here is Scallywag trying to cook a marshmallow on a candle. I warned her that it probably was poisonous but she's stubborn. She lived.

Squirrels are safe and lovable although painfully dorky and overrated. Not for adventurous types. Scallywag is looking rather squirrelish herself.

Why do I always look guilty? I need a tan.

Wee too.

Here we are at a drive in Movie Theatre. Now THAT is fun. Yup, these things really do exist. They're clever cause they play stuff no one would ever Actually watch, because they know what you really want to do is just make out. Thankfully, I have green lightning that shoots from my nose and fends off would-be suitors.

Gleefully displaying me hearty Corona that the Devious Racoons would've liked to get their grubby paws on.

Proof. We watched Robots. Brilliant animated thing.

What's the point of being washed up on an island without a fire? Sorry, there was no wood but our quick thinking reminded us that palm fronds burn just as well...if signifcantly shorter. Oh well, we had a marshmallow or two.

And lastly, we high-tail it home. Weather was gorgeous, beach was gorgeous, I am a happy Adventurer.

Oh yea, here's our Island:


The End.

I'm ending my blog. I had fun, but it's done now. *smile*
Much Love.

I'm back

safe and sound. Mostly. I'll tell you all about it soon. I'm just too lazy tonight. sorry.


and i'm off...hoooweeee...

See you Monday. It's freezing cold and predicted rain and possibly snow but I'm going anyways. I'm hardy. Fun fun fun. Pray we don't freeze:)

so amuse yourself while I'm gone. I got this off of LoxyFady. It's creepily accurate, at least it was for me......Here's Mine.

Find your soul type
at kelly.moranweb.com.

and this guys' blog is a riot: Geese Aplenty, I especially dug this post.

you saw nothing.

I've been messing with photoshop all afternoon. Playing with some new brushes I got. It's the greatest thing since sliced bread...for this week, anyhow.
I wanted to post another one I did but my subject wouldn't give me permission. Argh. I need willing guinea pigs.
This is just turning into a regular old art-gallery of a blog eh? Just what I've always wanted.
Tally ho..


when i grow up...

I did this a looong time ago but found it at the bottom of my suitcase. It's blurry cause of the camera (batteries died not 2 seconds later) and I never finished the one hand. so yup, sorry. there you have it.

weekend rehab.

Ugh. After this past week, I'm feeling very drained...in manner of very thinly spread jam on piece of burnt toast --very dry, very coarse toast. hurrm..so I'm planning on going camping with one of my girlfriends on the beach for the weekend.
We've done this quite a few times...each time has been a complete and total lark.

See we're the type, (both scorpios), that thrive on adventure. Once, as youngsters --16 or thereabouts, we snuck out ( this was in my rebellious teenage angst years:D) and drove down to the beach (a solid 4 hour drive) with nothing but our battered old Mazda and the clothes on our back, told no one where we were going and spent the entire night walking the beach and talking about deep, thought provoking, idealistic, giddy things you could only imagine if you were a young girl. *wry smile plays across corners of mouth*

We ended up very tired by sunrise and parked behind a surf-shop, hung some shirts on the windows to block out the sun (severely ineffective) and tried to get some sleep...that of course, didn't happen so finally we drove merrily home.... only to get the one and only speeding ticket I've ever gotten in my life. Oh, did I mention when at the beach we got pulled over twice? (only for things like not having our lights on) eh heh heh.

Both times my friend was driving and she just so happens to have a very unique name that officers like and ALWAYS let her off the hook...just because of a dumb name. Nargh. And then I drive, and bam, "ticket for you, little missy". Blantant, blatant favoritism.

Now that I recall I've been pulled over quite a few times but I'll save those exciting stories for another time.
For now I'm going to go fetch myself a delectable really, really cold beer and plot our route to the beach.

She's driving.

and again, I'm feeling artsy fartsy.
Yann Arthus-Bertrand.

visions of grandeur

Found this on Deviant ARt. By a certain Slaine. ooooh.


The Truth behind the Facade

It's amazing what you'll discover if you'll only step out of your box, your grind of normality. There's a Whole World, believe it or not, going on at spectacular speeds just beyond your line of vision.

Case in point:

Last night at around, oh, 11:28 --I suddenly got this familiar jumpy feeling. It started as a little niggle in the back of my head, twitched into life and shot a direct jolt into the soles of my feet, being roughly translated as: "itchy feet". (no, no, no. not ACTually itchy. Think Outside the box, it's a metaphor)
I wanted to Get Out in wide spaces. Breathe the fresh Air...I was a little hungry too. I've been firmly planted in the house for the past week, I take my responsibility seriously, all which I've recounted earlier.(Today is D-Day, rejoice with me)

So I jump into the van (I use the term loosely, as this van could also be called "rust bucket", "very large, trucklike-object" and, "menace of the road")with my faithful buddy, Crass, and two by two like little Speckled Lemurs on Noah's Ark we bump and roar our way down the road to...(heavenly noises, chorus, and lights) --Wal-MART!

(Here's where things get interesting)
Now, I don't know if you've ever BEEN to Wal-Mart at 12:00 midnight. If you've never BEEN, period, you'll be scratching your head, "Ju frelick Walmart atte??" (lucky you)
Well the first thing you'll notice at this ungodly hour, is the unsettling non-presence of large women wearing tents and curlers, the boom of car stereos as they go round, and round...and...round, the hustle and bustle that makes Wal-Mart the town square market of the Millennium is lacking.

The next thing you notice, or rather, that crosses your mind as you're standing in line to purchase your booty, is: "What are these Other Customers doing here?...I mean, I've got a perfectly legitimate excuse -- my life has Never been normal, I'm used to doing things a little wacky, the rest, obviously not." They begin looking like criminals and cutthroats, you start speculating as to what their story might be and what brought them to this unfortunate end, which jail they broke out of..and of course, they're All on Drugs. (This is the deep, character study part of my story. Human life, at it's worst, as seen through the eyes of one who has the best. If any of this offends your sensibilities, I suggest you get down on your knees and ask God for some compassion)

Another thing that strikes you strongly is the Workers. If you've seen Wal-Mart workers in ordinary day-hours, yes, they may be slightly offbeat but at Night - at Night it's a whole 'nother batch. I like to think they ship them in as soon as the sun sets, backing the trucks up to the door, letting them spill out into the store, they've never seen daylight. They shuffle about, restocking shelves, pushing carts back in place, muttering under their breath. Their hair is thinning, eyes yellow-tinged, skin pallid and ever-so-slightly translucent. They stare at you, with your bright eyes, and glowing skin as if --if you were an energy drink, they'd drink you.

This whole Other World goes on beneath your nose, you never know of it, until you step out of your ordinary schedule.

We sat there, Speckled Lemur Crass and I, on their wooden benches, eating our honey buns. Laughing profusely and talking animatedly of pirates and crossbows, gorgons and screech owls. That's when the elderly doorman walked up, checking to make sure we weren't on drugs. Two worlds I tell you, Two Worlds.

Ironic, huh?


Back Atcha, Buddy

New Links to the left...no your other left.
I thot to add a little cha-cha-cha spice to my already fabulous link list *big grin* --and so there you have a certain Hobbyns.net, who is a white guy of dubious national heritage..and darn clever. A tasty treat.
Along with Christina who's a lovely friend, looking forward to reading about her adventures off in the swamps of Miami.
And while I'm doing all this linking (boy, this is fun), go to the Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation, if applicable. I know it's helped Me find closure and peace in regards to my childhood.
It can help you too.

Man Peed Way Out Of Avalanche

RE-sourceful, I tell you.

News Edition: 01/31/2005

A Slovak man trapped in his car under an avalanche freed himself by drinking 60 bottles of beer and urinating on the snow to melt it.
Rescue teams found Richard Kral drunk and staggering along a mountain path four days after his Audi car was buried in the Slovak Tatra mountains.

He told them that after the avalanche, he had opened his car window and tried to dig his way out.

But as he dug with his hands, he realised the snow would fill his car before he managed to break through.

He had 60 half-litre bottles of beer in his car as he was going on holiday, and after cracking one open to think about the problem he realised he could urinate on the snow to melt it, local media reported.

He said: "I was scooping the snow from above me and packing it down below the window, and then I peed on it to melt it. It was hard and now my kidneys and liver hurt. But I'm glad the beer I took on holiday turned out to be useful and I managed to get out of there."

Parts of Europe have this week been hit by the heaviest snowfalls since 1941, with
some places registering more than ten feet of snow in 24 hours.


A boy named Too Cool and other Mentionables.

I just saw a subtly brilliant little flash movie made by Zero over at the Hollow Blah. It gave me a good chuckle and I dig the style.

Then, continuing on my way I came upon mah boys from Spirit Tree's new song. It's a sweet tune.

Aaand that's about all the name dropping I'm going to do for one night. I'm out of breath.

As a result, I'll throw in someone else's breath,
and so I leave you..

"The more you know, the harder it is to take decisive action. Once you become informed, you start seeing complexities and shades of gray. You realize that nothing is as clear and simple as it first appears. Ultimately, knowledge is paralyzing.
Being a man of action, I can't afford to take that risk."

-Calvin (Bill Watterson)

we only part to meet again..

Yes. We're all leaving. But Jamie and Heidi are going first. So we had a jolly little goodbye fling-a-ma-jigger.
I was DD but I didn't mind. It actually gave me a real warm feeling inside knowing I was doing something nice for someone else.
We also discovered (twice) that if you put a glass cup on a glass table and hip-hop music with heavy bass is blaring loudly the glass cup (little party animal) will actually jump it's way off the table and crash to the floor.

So all that to say: Love you Guys! Have a blast in Texass! See you at the wedding...I hope:)

the gang. look at Jamie all pimping:P

me and nennie

finally. proof that I am, without a doubt, the funniest person I know.


alls well that ends well

Just a newsy tidbit: I called tripleA this morning and they had someone over in 15 minutes! God bless them. And wonder of wonders, this truck (a Nissan Frontier) carries an extra tire UNDER the vehicle. Crafty truck, heh, I'm going to have to keep my eye on it.
Anyways, got the new tire on -- which is lovely....now if only I can find where the local electric co. is located so I can pay the bill before they shut off our power.
Boy, running a house singlehandedly is fun. I'll have full updates for you just as soon as I dispose of the dead mouse the cat just brought in to impress me. Do you think he looks at me as a prospective mate? I mean, it's not like he lives around other cats. How would he know?
Man, what if humans did that? Bringing dead animals they killed over to impress their woman instead of a bunch of flowers, say. I suppose they do, of a sort, via dinner dates (ie. steak, chicken, and similar). Hmm...this bears pondering.. I'll get back to you on that as well. Just as soon as I kick the humping cat off my leg.

Correction: I realize that when I say, singlehandedly, I'm ommiting the excellent help of MD, Crass and Srud who basically take care of themselves. heh heh, so don't go on strike. peace


The Duo

Faire un Nom: Tonight we will be interviewing Crass. Crass has taken the media by storm with his latest feat: "The Black Jew". A brilliant controversial solo piece on slide guitar.

Liz: Thanks Crass for joining us. I love you in Red. It's SO avant-garde. (twitch) Soooo. (I trill) What inspired you for this piece?

Crass: Well, one time I was taking a walk -- when I looked down at this puddle of water and I saw the most contrasting sight I'd ever beheld. Indside, was the most beautiful shining pearl and next it, was this disgusting looking toad. And that summed it.

Liz: And you went home and translated this visual stimuli into a masterpiece of orgasmic sound?

Crass: Well, after thinking about my Jewish heritage and all the "black" days they had to go through, it really made me appreciate the state I am in and caused me to compose this..what's the word I'm looking for...dramatic slightly melancholy piece of how we've come so far. It was a bad piece to start off with and I'm pleased with it's end.

Liz: Oh, I'd agree heartily. I've never heard of you before today. How do you feel about life after death in regards to music?

Crass: I believe that music is one long thread, starting from the most simple beginning, to continue infinitly and will never die. Always something more is created and always something more is imagined and will never cease to exist.

Liz: Yes, yes. That's nice and all, Crasstokkies -- but what about when your body is dust? You won't be brilliantly masterminding any legends like "The Black Jew" when you're covered in dirt and numb to the latest hit on MTV2.

Crass: I believe I will be influencing others through my music which continues in the infinite strand of music made by God. Huzzah!

Liz: You are so profound, even I cannot understand you. I hope you are on a deeper level with God than you are with me. Because I'm blown away by your interdimentional fraternization. What is the meaning of life?

Crass: Why do you bore me with these simple questions? Let's get a drink..

Liz: I hate orange juice.



here's me and my pal Crass.
Note the Miami-tan in Crass's face and the South Carolina-winter of mine:)

tips from my guru.

I recently talked to one of my bestest friends on the phone. He, being the ever watchful, ever caring and honest confidante that makes him so invaluable and dear to me, offered me some helpful hints and tips to make my blog more meaningful and profound.
I listened, because he was right. I want you to get quality reading, for your time spent.
You know, dear Dear reader, life is not only about humor and mishaps.
It's not only about who you know and who you do,
It's not about clever witticisms and even better spelling.
It's not even about deep thoughts and questions about religion, politics, science, social studies and arithmetic.

It's about letting those that care about you, know you care about them.
Often...and loudly.

So this one goes out to you best-friend-from-the-phone-call-who-I-love-more-than-life. Thanks for picking me up when I trip, dusting off my knobby knees and kissing it better.
Man, am I one lucky girl-star-child.

(Hug the person next to you)

Included right here as an added treat is an article from a Brilliant Magazine titled "Activated" which never fails to inspire me.


God, it was so dark. Fumbling, I clutched the stick...shoved it into position. My feet working furiously, toes curling. And then. Suddenly. Sickeningly.
My tire blew. I mean, not just blew...exploded. Into a million shards of rubber. "Why, me, why?" I mutter into the raindrops falling on my face, mouth. The cold shudders me to the bone as I step out to examine the damage.
I'm babysitting. Fenwig and his Mate having gone to Costa Rica for a week to survey the terrain in anticipation of a missionary onslaught.
No spare tires.
Having no other options I roll slowly, slowly, laboriously..home.


Quality Dissent

I saw these posters on Obey and I liked them. I think I'm going to make some of my own. I've been feeling very political this week and, by God, do I love art that makes a point. Gives me warm and fuzzies.

Speaking of points, I read this nifty article which is old but still just as true. I could go on for EVER about commercialism and the numbing of the senses through constant barragement by, for lack of a better word, The System.
It's an interesting read anyways.



Just another example of American Idiocy.
I like how George "vows" an investigation. Such noble words for such a noble gesture.
In his own brave words, "What a regrettable incident".
Hats off, son.

REAL art.

Now if this isn't art I don't know what is. I've been mad busy, but I'll have something to say shortly.

Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying,
but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?

chew. swallow. digest.