Month: March 2012

Scorpion-Ra

As constant readers will be aware, both my children have tattoos.  Keith was long considered; he thought about a wasp for years but eventually got an eye of Ra on the back of his neck.  Katie’s first tattoo (and she now has a squadron of ink) was a blue scorpion on the non hairy side of the forearm..

So I am hoping to match both of them, except the two tats will be much smaller.  That is in the future still.

Photos for passports acquired

Now to get them signed off and away we go.

Work was VERY interesting yesterday.  And of course I can’t say more but it nets positive, except that now everybody is using a new buzzword, which immediately makes me want to scream and sigh.

Fuck pertussis man.

Having Katie around = the happy.

Having Keith drop by = the ditto.

Fresh coffee and cream makes me the happy too.

I bought a cat toy for Margot last night and although she promptly lost interest in it, the ten minutes she enjoyed it were quite hilarious.

The People and Things That Make Me Happy

Katie

Jeff

Keith

Peggy

and bunches of other people, including raincoaster, vixy, greatdismal, simonpegg &  mOm and pOp

finding two new lines for a song, that when I put it all together, make a rhyme across the two verses, and which made me yell ALLEGRA YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS in the shower this morning, sorry Jeff

Blue Heron coffee from Saltspring OMG it is SO GOOD OM NOM NOM

Bacon and eggs for breakfast

Roads to drive on and a car to do it in (Ziva needed better gas and now she runs fine and the gas consumption has gone back to normal)

HOLIDAY PLANNING for April – I’m outta town from the 14th to the 23rd roughly.

Ditto for the end of August, when I go camping in the US with Katie

Passport renewals finally happening because Katie has been like a baby bird, “when we gonna when we gonna when we gonna MOMMMMM!?”

Me coming up with “Derp and the world derps with you.  Fap and you fap alone.” and putting it on facebook, haw.

 

 

Tarot poem

She sits with her knees apart, the II of Swords
her eyes bound, her mouth seeming both stern and sad
She is the querent; she is myself caught in the act
being torn between equal things
swords crossed on her shoulder, crescent moon in a mocking pose
the beach and rocks poking through a tranquil sea behind her.
She is of two hemispheres and thus two minds
Her garment may be white, and may be gray

and I lay upon her breast the V of Wands
contention, disagreement, a donnybrook of all against all
with no driver but youthful exuberance, perhaps stupidity

Above, the VII of Swords
the very picture of a man making a retreat he finds most opportune
He abandons a campfire and the tents of his friends
what is he, why flee, and what is there of him in me?

Comes Temperance, to pour consciousness into unconsciousness and back again
for Temperance is what must be lived to make the work happen
that work of being awake, truly aware.

The Knight of Cups offers once again allegiance, wise counsel.

And the Tower blasts me back into the present
The shock, the bitter fall, the almost-had-it.

The II of Pentacles strolls up, juggling on a clear day
full of high seas adventure and what looks like
a child’s rendering of a tsunami.

And seated in honour next his knight, the King of Cups appears
and puts his bold chin in my view, saying
listen to Temperance! Govern yourself or be governed
by the debt you need not pay to regret.

The Knight of Pentacles, so solemn, his horse so placid
bits of greenery stuck in his helm and his horse’s harness –
offers me what?  Money? Nothing but an expanse of yellow sky.

The Magician, to point out the obvious
Infinity, the secret names of things inherent

in their common atoms
the binding up of secrets and knowledge

in the faintly whispered text.

 

author’s note

I did a reading without asking a question, and look what happened.

Sam and Jack’s Tango (now updated for singability)

Sam’s tango

(all rights to characters to respective copyright holders)  Yes, more SG1 filk. It’s like a FUCKING DISEASE. If I hadn’t had Planets are People Too pop up in my brain (which actually started as Samantha Carter filk but as is often the case morphed into something else before I could grasp the concept) I’d be ALL SG1 FILK ALL THE TIME.

Also, still feel as cozy as a hug from singing and playing last night with Paul and Katie.  SCHMURRRRRR!

To biz, viz:

 

Note: Since tango is all about the sexxay time, herewith first stab at new tune.  I am particularly happy about the verse part, which has been wandering around my brain for about four years attempting to latch onto a ‘real song’.

Sam n Jack’s Tango.

 

There will be a time /it is coming soon /when they’re going to talk /talk about their feelings x 2
But… they have to save the world
and matters not the reason
it happens every season
Keep those feelings tightly curled
try hard not to heed them
and act like you don’t need them

Ba dum dum dum!

Chorus:

He makes her heart go boom boom boom
When he saunters into the briefing room
he makes her brain go snap snap snap
He has that effect on her every synapse
He makes her limbic system go wild
When he grins at her like a child
He could order her to do a flip
…O’Neill is her CO, she needs to get a grip

Everybody knows, pretending not to see
How Samantha glows, how O’Neill is smirking
Everybody knows, pretending not to see
How the feeling grows, yeah, they got it working
Oh, my God, just get a room
Did we forget to mention, the mounting sexual tension
In the face of certain doom
Just wrap it up quite neatly, and do it real discreetly.

She makes his heart go boom boom boom
When she strides into some dark Ancient tomb
She makes his brain go snap snap snap
That little blue tank top makes his will collapse
She makes his limbic system go wild
When she leans on him like a child
he could order her to do some flips
“We’ve got a job to do” is what crosses his lips.

There will be a time…. it is coming sooooon

 

Love it when a plan comes together

Paul and Katie BOTH dropped by for lunch and now Paul’s going to drive her to a friend’s place for some schmergurrl time.  Katie got to see Jarmo, and Peter T, and reacquainted herself with Mike McG and my beloved bossy and few other folks. 

Everybody is doing well. And Katie got her learners!  She is taking her first drive into a wider world.

WWJD????

When I’m facing situations
that I cannot handle
pain or grief or pain or moral qualm,
debility or scandal
Even though imaginary
he has got my back.
I refer my troubles to
the famous Colonel Jack

He’ll be quoting Homer
our well-armed bonny roamer
He’ll be quoting Homer
Cos that’s what Jack would do (D’oh!)

I’ll never have the Stargate step through Stargates
or a snake have snakes inside my head brain
My trials and tribulations
are exceedingly mundane
I can hear his voice inside me try a different tack
& he hopes that I’ll speed things up
impatient Colonel Jack

He’ll be making wisecracks
and making for the gunracks
He’ll be making wisecracks
Cos that’s what Jack would do (Crap!)

I’ll never plant C4 upon
a Goa’uld mothership
Or face down torture in Baal’s hands
with no more than a quip
Or wonder how Apophis can
once more give us the slip
But I can be like Jack in life
and fire when I shoot from the hip

He’ll shoot Replicators
and sing out “see ya later!”
He’ll shoot Replicators
Cos that’s what Jack would do (Sweet!)

I wouldn’t have the fortitude
to keep my hands off Carter
“Window of Opportunity”
should have been a two parter
When love and loyalty conflict
he taught me which to choose
Self respect is something that
you never want to lose

He will do the right thing
Even though it’s fright’ning
He will do the right thing
Cos that’s what Jack would do (Oy!)