May be too intense for some viewers.

Day 01. Your favorite song - No Way To Narrow This One Down, by the Various Bands

Day 02. Your least favorite song - Tie: Lovely Lady Lumps whatever its called, by Black Eyed Peas, or Who Let The Dogs Out

Day 03. A song that makes you happy - Futurama Opening Credits

Day 04. A song that makes you sad - My Father's House, by Bruce Springsteen

Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone - Games Without Frontiers, by Peter Gabriel (Duane and the SOLAR bunch)

Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere - Fire On High, by ELO (The woods & trailer where my pals and I used to hang out towards the end of high school and early college years)

Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event - Take Yo Mama, by Scissor Sisters (Bear Bust 2006)

Day 08. A song that you know all the words to
Day 09. A song that you can dance to
Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11. A song from your favorite band
Day 12. A song from a band you hate
Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15. A song that describes you
Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19. A song from your favorite album
Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25. A song that makes you laugh
Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27. A song that you wish you could play
Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29. A song from your childhood
Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!", and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your journal, and explain what they mean to you.

Massage - well that one's a bit on the nose I reckon, but also appropriate so why not, eh? Besides simply being a way to make a living I like to think massage is also something of a calling for me. I am thankful every day that I learned this trade and still feel like I have barely scratched the surface. It has literally transformed my life.

Cubs - My milkshake, the yard, teach you, have to charge.

Atlanta - It's home (meaning the Greater Atlanta Metro Area) and I grew up around here, but I hope I don't live here my whole life. I want to live elsewhere for at least a while, but have no idea when that would be feasible. For now my travels keep the urge under control.

Comics - Bruce: I'm surprised you associate this with me, not because I'm not a huge comics nerd, but because I didn't think I'd made it that obvious to you. I have been collecting since age 5 when my uncle gave me a paper grocery sack full of them, and I'll likely be reading them from my deathbed. I dreamed of working in the comics field once upon a time, but now I know I don't have the ambition or discipline to draw a regular book. I still consider the possibility of writing though, even if on a small scale. I have decades worth of characters and stories.

Avoiding Drama - I see I need to give my P.R. person a raise. Thanks to many years of witnessing stupid perfectly avoidable drama I am indeed good at spotting it and making deft course corrections to avoid it, but sometimes I see it and dive right in knowing that A) I may be the only one at the moment who can deal with it / end it, and B) that most times it cannot actually hurt me. I have a high standard for drama I choose to deal with versus that which I dismiss though. I generally don't generate my own major drama but into every life a little insanity must fall, eh? Sometimes the drama finds you all on its own. ;)

The previous ones: http://profundis.livejournal.com/785386.html

You are a dog

Or maybe you are a mosquito, you certainly can't be human. The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is 21.1kHz

Find out which ultrasonic ringtones you can hear!

I could hear them all up to 15.8, then there was a gap and then I could hear this one. Strange. I wonder if my eardrum surgery when I was 10 gave me one small narrow band of superhuman hearing. lol the Bionic Ear.

Type only ONE word answers

It's harder than you think!! Here is what you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...copy and paste into your own note, type in your answers and tag a bunch of people - including me.

Your hair --- buzzcut
Where is your cell phone --- holster
Your father --- missed
Your favorite thing --- tranquility
Your dream last night --- musical
Your favorite drink --- bellini
Your dream/goal --- entrepreneurship
The room you are in --- Rob's
Your fear --- obligation
Where do you want to be in 6 years --- thriving
Muffins --- pointless
One of your wish list items --- stability
Where you grew up --- Boonies
The last thing you did --- order
What are you wearing --- black
Your TV --- old
Your pets --- fostered
Your computer --- old
Your life --- transitional
Your mood --- frazzled
Missing someone --- always
Your car --- red
Favorite store --- varies
Your summer --- oppressive
Your favorite color --- autumn
When is the last time you laughed --- today
Last time you cried --- unsure
Three people who email me --- mom, rob, Nate
Three places I would rather be right now --- bed, Chicago, Azeroth
Three people I think will respond --- anyone who wishes

Christmas Meme

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
I can't wrap for shit, so I go with bags, assuming I give an object for a gift

2. Real tree or Artificial?
I had a real tree once. My best friend and I picked it out from a farm, decorated it entirely with handmade botanical trimmings and it was gorgeous. It was a mess from hell. We left its dessicated corpse up til March. Artifice has its place...

3. When do you put up the tree?
Haven't put one up in a few years

4. When do you take the tree down?
see #2

5. Do you like eggnog?
Sure.

6. Favorite gift received as a child?
Great Mazinga!

7. Hardest person to buy for?
Me. I either have it already, don't want one, or have nowhere to put it. Gift cards are my friend.

8. Easiest person to buy for?
journiey, she is always gracious as a receiver.

9. Do you have a nativity scene?
Ugh.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards?
Mail'em when I do'em.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
Not sure, but it was probably from one of my grandmothers. I loved'em but they always gave the WORST gifts.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie?
Christmas Story, of course.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?
I think of holiday gifts all year long, as I spot them.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
Many times, and I'd do it again!

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Lizzies, out family favorite holiday cookie recipe.

16. Lights on the tree?
Yup

17. Favorite Christmas song?
Carol of the Bells. It's nice to inject some minor into such a major holiday.

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?
Either or. Prefer to stay home though.

19. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer?
You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen? Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen? Word on the street is they're planning to bump off that diva, Rudolph...

20. Angel on the tree top or a star?
Star, please. I always thought the angel looked terribly uncomfortable with a tree up her ass.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?
Our family tradition was for Christmas Eve, but since the step-family entered the picture its all over the place.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?
Maniacs.

23. Favorite ornament theme or color?
When I was a child we had a totally green and blue tree and I looooooved it. I can get behind a lot of color schemes though, just not white trees or neon colors.

24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?
Usually by Christmas we were done with turkey and such and would make lasagna. Mmmmm...

25. What do you want for Christmas this year?
Stability.

Even so, what was his alternative? Just let things continue to go down the path of "order" and oppression without at least doing his part to soften up the earth under the foundations of the Church State? He could no more live with that kind of moral acquiescence than he could fly. He concealed a chuckle with a cough, lest his aides become inauspiciously curious. Perhaps he should have chosen a different internal turn of phrase. He brushed a speck of white off the front of his dark suit jacket and straightened his "power tie." There was work to do.

The ambassador from New Avignon would soon be waiting downstairs with his attaches and his ostentatious finery, and Algernon did not want the arrogant peacock to get his feathers ruffled. The Archbishop-in-Chief had given him specific duties to fulfill in this meeting and though he was loathe to undertake them, he was sworn to fulfill his constitutional role. Also, this was not the time for anyone to find any cracks in his carefully crafted facade. But first he was going to arrange a surreptitious side-trip to the Smithsonian, where a particularly needful item awaited him in the Hall of Minerals.

He excused himself to the restroom, leaving his aides behind, and once inside spread his awareness throughout the elegant but conservatively appointed lounge, the edges of his aura sweeping over the cold white glazed tiles and into the stalls, behind the couches, and especially through the mirrors. Just as he was accustomed to, this lounge was clear of mundane and mystic surveillance, and thankfully devoid of people. He reached under his cobalt silk tie and pulled out his pentacle, holding it in his right hand. With his left he let power flow outward widdershins, stirring local time into an eddy.

Now that he was no more than one stroke away from the most powerful office in the world, he was insulated from the more mundane tribulations of life in the Dominion of America, but the stakes were higher than ever considering the scrutiny he now lived under, not to mention what lurked in the shadows of the capital and in the lights of its tabernacles. His gift for bargaining with Synchronicity served him well in such conditions, but he knew that every bargain struck had its price as well as its promise. Caveat Emptor, went the old proverb. Buyer beware.

Even so, what was his alternative? Just let things continue to go down the path of "order" and oppression without at least doing his part to soften up the earth under the foundations of the Church State? He could no more live with that kind of moral acquiescence than he could fly. He concealed a chuckle with a cough, lest his aides become inauspiciously curious. Perhaps he should have chosen a different internal turn of phrase. He brushed a speck of white off the front of his dark suit jacket and straightened his "power tie." There was work to do.

I know its NaNoWriMo month and the Writer's Block meme is going around, but I thought this might be fun for creative writing fans too.  It seems like it went around a few years ago.

Write a story or a snippet of one using no more than 100 words.

• It can be based on anything - a recollection, pure fiction, some dialogue, a dream, whatever, as long as it is no more than 100 words.

• Try to make it as off-the-cuff as you can, just run with the first thing that comes to mind.

• It must have complete sentences and clauses. No running out of words in mid-sentence or not finishing a thought within the 100 word limit.

• Hyphenated words (side-mounted, yellow-green) count as one, but not hyphenated phrases (late-to-the-party, too-good-to-be-forgotten, etc.)

Post the story and this meme on your journal.

My twist: If anyone says "encore" in your comments you have to write another 100 words of the same story, and repost.  Rinse, repeat.

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Algernon had always hated his name ever since he was a grade-school child in Mrs. Cooper's class. Kids could be cruel and he knew this from personal experience, though he'd taught his fair share of hard lessons in his day - many to the very children that had teased him. He thought of himself as well-adjusted now but he knew that was vanity - it was easy to look back and smile once you had your vengeance and no one else would dare contradict you. Not that being a witch was easy, mind you, but it did have its perks.

Now that he was no more than one stroke away from the most powerful office in the world, he was insulated from the more mundane tribulations of life in the Dominion of America, but the stakes were higher than ever considering the scrutiny he now lived under, not to mention what lurked in the shadows of the capital and in the lights of its tabernacles.  His gift for bargaining with Synchronicity served him well in such conditions, but he knew that every bargain struck had its price as well as its promise. Caveat Emptor, went the old proverb. Buyer beware.

Everyone else is doing me, right now.  I mean *it*.

Rules:
Take a picture of yourself right now
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture
Post that picture with NO editing
Post these instructions with your picture