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I cannot believe I have to write this, but this has happened enough times to make this an obvious necessity.  Though know better than to write online while I am upset, I am writing this now and without revision because I am just THAT MAD.

Do not show up at my house. If you are traveling through the West and would like to meet, EMAIL ME FIRST.  I have always made my email accessible and public; it is on the About Us page, see link above.  I have received a number of queries from travelers who are passing through the area.  Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn’t.  But if a stranger shows up unannounced, they do not make it up my driveway.  They do not see Charlie.  They do not have coffee with me.  I do not sign their book.  It is a DISGUSTING INVASION OF PRIVACY.  This should be obvious, but apparently it is not.

People in town are privy to the situation and if you show up and ask for directions to my home, you will be sent on a wild goose chase out into the badlands 40 miles from the nearest gas station.

If you have, are, or would ever consider showing up unannounced at the house of someone you’ve never met, please take a moment to take yourself beyond your own selfish desires and consider what that experience would be like from the other side.  If a random stranger knocked on your door with the brash assumption that you should drop everything and invite them into your personal space, I doubt you’d be thrilled.

I share my life and my experiences here on this site and in my book, gladly, freely, and I am honored that my work touches so many.  But my sharing within these parameters does not make me OR Charlie a public commodity.

I don't think this Stu has been sporked before; I google-fu'd it and I couldn't find anything. Also this may be somewhat subject to debate, given that the symptoms are not as severe as some of the other Stus we've seen in here. I mean, I think he's a Stu, but I'm just saying, YMMV.

Title of Work: "North"
Author: Written by Alan Zweibel, directed by Rob Reiner

( Click here if the title doesn't speak for itself )

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See them all here @ fangirlomg.

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photos taken March 2009

As a professional media creator and writer, this is going to come off as incredibly snooty, out of touch and sneering at people who are working on content for the sheer love of it. So be it.

GSG2DWS5 has a very short interview with the editor of Doctor Who magazine, Tom Spilsbury. It’s eight questions long, and since one of the questions is: “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment?” (prompted by Mr. Spilsbury, admittedly) we can ascertain it’s not going to win a Pullitzer Prize any time soon.

The highly amusing element is the legal disclaimer at the bottom:

“This interview has been officially endorsed by Tom Spilsbury himself. This is EXCLUSIVE to GSG2DWS5 and we reserve all rights on this interview. Any reproduction of this interview without consent from both GSG2DWS5 and Tom Spilsbury will result in legal action being taken. All Rights Reserved.”

Really…

Mirrored from almost witty.

( Ramblings r us. )

Anyway last night I had an awesome dream, that me and Jeannie and Ellie and Steve were going from Ringwood to Southampton in heavy snow, in Steve's old Fiesta, with seven dogs. Hilarious. Jeannie got in the front with Ellie (who was still a baby in my dream) and I got in the back with the dogs. We were listening to Iggy Pop, really loudly, and the car kept sliding around on the ice and we crashed loads, but it didn't matter? It was like a bumper car. Ronnie was there, and Zac, Riley, and Max and Maggie I think. Funny as fuck. Aw, I miss all those people.

I'm looking for a new car (which is probably why I dreamt about one!) Keep a look out for some bargains for me? I'm thinking Japanese, estate, petrol, cheap...

http://msree.deadjournal.com/231895.html

Removed some journals from my DeadJournal friends' list. Most of my flist hadn't updated since 2004 or earlier and I couldn't remember why I had added most of them.

Journals of people I have met in real life were not culled, assuming I remembered correctly which journal went with which person. If I got it wrong, feel free to reply here and deck me with a cluebat.

http://msree.deadjournal.com/231634.html

Sociable? Me? Surely not.

Brand new design! Features a wicked, rad, Wolpertinger printed over a bleached out comet. He hurtles towards the Earth to give you hugs!! Women's available right now, Men's coming soon! Check it out and more awesome shirts here.

Yesterday Gary handed me a strange-looking plastic gadget about the size of my two fists placed palm to palm. (Maybe one fist if you have big hands, I don't.) It had a big curved hook to go on your belt, and a slide switch on the front. Turns out it's a mosquito repellent gadget marketed under the familiar "Off!" trademark. There's a small battery powered fan in it, and you insert an air filter thing with a tiny capsule of oily looking repellent that very slowly oozes onto the filter. The claim is that it works better than spray on repellents and doesn't have to be on your skin. I was skeptical.

But I tried it today while doing barn chores. The breeze was very light, so whatever the little fan put into the air around me didn't blow away instantly and I'm sure that helped. But it really does work. They claim the unit will clear a cube ten feet on a side, though they don't say how long that takes. It did work best when I was standing in one spot or staying within a small area for several minutes. Even moving around at ordinary speeds it seemed effective, including in some very bad areas, like the duck yard and the pasture gate, where there are usually swarms of mosquitoes just waiting for me to show up. I have no idea what it cost or what the refills cost. One refill lasts 12 hours if running continuously, or up to 14 days if the unit is turned off. Presumably putting it into a zip lock or back into the plastic box it came in would help reduce evaporation while turned off. The active chemical is called metofruthin, something I've never heard of, rather than the usual DEET used in spray ons. Supposedly it is a pyrethrin derived substance, of low toxicity to mammals but very toxic to invertebrates and aquatic life, so you don't want to drop it into your fish tank or pond. It was approved for marketing to the public in 2007, under one of the laxest administrations for regulatory action that we have had in my lifetime, so I'm suspicious of the claims. But I can't deny the functionality of it. If you were sitting on a lawn chair or something stationery, it would probably keep you completely free of bites after the first 20 seconds or so.

Tail waves and whinnies to flaredragon, who is here as close as O'Hare tonight, stuck waiting for a flight home and worrying about whether he can get his bag on board to avoid paying to checked luggage. I would have enjoyed seeing him but Thursday is the worst day for such a thing to happen for me. I can't be away from here for more than a couple of hours at a time because of leaving all the animals alone. I worry too much about what could happen, I suppose, but I'm alone on Thursday, and have to be up early on Friday too to do chores in the morning before going to work. Alas, getting through traffic and then security just to park at the airport would take so much time that it just doesn't work within my rigid schedule for a Thursday. Likewise, for him to get out closer to here by public transit, though possible, is a scheduling nightmare unless he could have stayed overnight and gone out in the morning. With a 5 am flight and the need to be there to get through security before that, it just didn't work out well at all.

Still upgrading software at work, still with the same problems each time. Oh well, only two more machines to go with this level of complexity. The remaining five are much simpler because they operate in kiosk mode, and shouldn't require so much intervention.

OK, time to feed dogs before they eat each other, or me.

Introducing one classy lassy into my Dead Legends series... Patsy Crime!



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In the eyes of another, I am something.
He sees, but he doesn’t see me.
He made me believe that I was something.
Now I don’t understand.
He told me that I was nothing.
He said I would never amount to anything.
Where is he now to see my success?
Nowhere to be found.
Why couldn’t he see that everyone else wasn’t I?
Why couldn’t he see that everything I did was for “us”?
Where did we go wrong?
I shouldn’t have stopped caring.
I should’ve kept being there as I was in the beginning.
I should have catered to him just like before.
YEAH RIGHT!
I did what I had to do for me.
He did it for him, so what makes me exempt?
Everything I did for us was ignored,
While sleeping with another female in the bed above my head was considered ‘faithful’.
In the eyes of another, I was a whore.
Good for lying on my back, and giving pleasure to another.
Now, in the eyes of that other, I am Lexi.
Hear me roar.
Here’s a word of advice to that other.
Misery loves company,
Be miserable if you’d like.
You will not, and I mean WILL NOT bring me down with you again.
In the eyes of another, I am a proud Jamaican and Puerto-Rican female.
I no longer care how I look in the eyes of that other.
I care about how I look to my-self.
Sorry, it’s all about me now.

Yes, I'm new, but I'm not going to be shy about this. I've been looking for a place to submit my work and get critisism on because everyone else I've tried said that tey really like it and (insert generic comment here), ten you guys came into the picture and I was like 'OH YEAH!' because I could get an honest comment out od the lot of you.

I've been writing for quite sometime, I generally do it on the daily basis, but ever y once and a while I get that stroke of insanity (from what sime may call genious) and bang out my teen-aged "woes" on a near by computing device and post it to a blog amoung millions (which I just found out I had two people who actually reaf it it, woo for that decimal of people). 

I pretty much suck at lj cuts, but this is something I did a long time ago, and thought it needed a little critiquing: http://ipeterpanda.livejournal.com/2379.html 

It's called 'The Apples Not Picked By Boys', which I later changed on my computer to 'The Fruit Unpicked' because it sounded a little cooler. It's based off a quote I found online and was just converted into this little thing because I had nothing else to do. It's a little choppy and I don't like it, but I want other people to point out the mistakes I missed. Oh so ever much, a thanks.

It's Half-Life: Full Life Consequences . . . but better.









AND THEN DEXTER SAID

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photo taken March 2009

as released for the new BBC One press pack.

See the carousel image? Keep scrolling right till you find Doctor Who - it's the third programme along.

A quite scary and spooky minute too!