So, for those who've been watching from the beginning, in the long ago days of yore I wrote poetry and posted it here. And then my muse up and left, and moved to another dimension (or mebbe just another post code, who knows?). And then, feeling my interest in all things FA waning, I started posting select fractals from my deviantArt account, just to have a reason to still be around. And then I vanished. Over the last five years, I've posted a couple of journals that were absolutely the dying gasps of someone who had lost interest.

I can't promise this isn't just more of the same, but I really don't want it to be. Around Christmas of 2016 I came back briefly to post a handful of short, second-person backstories that I'd written for some Furcadia-playing friends (who happen to be altaholics). Based on the staggering degree of response to those stories, I'd say people have accepted my death and moved on; which I'm okay with. I really didn't handle leaving FA any better than I've ever handled losing interest in any other sanity preserving hobby.

This brings us to the now. May 21, 2017. I'm trying to come back. I might write poetry, mebbe, if I can dig up -or raise-from-the-dead- a muse. I might write short stories, or post fractals. Might. Maybe.

But what I'm focusing on right now is getting back into more traditional artwork. I'm relearning the sketch pencil and learning how to use a drawing tablet at the same time. Someday, I want to be a well rounded artist, so while I'm starting with my adorable (and evil) black furred, blue-eyed bunny Ledi, there will undoubtedly also be crows and terrain and whatever else I can think of to practice with.

To that end: If it's WIP and I plan to finish it, the WIP will go up in main submissions and then migrate to scraps as I work. I'll try to remember to keep a log in each submission of its parts. So, if something's a few months old and flagged WIP? I've probably forgotten it exists. Otherwise, I'll post finished stuff just like every other artist.

I changed my artist type to 'Digital Artist', because there's no option for writer/poet/traditional_artist/digital_artist.

For any newcomers, it's totally worth checking some of the old stuff. I'm told the poetry is quite good, if a little angsty, particularly for someone whose education stopped when they got their high school diploma.

Such a thrilling title, no?


Anyway, while I'm still not feeling fractal-y, I AM feeling dreamweaver-y, or Mason-y (if you prefer the term), and am building a new dream for Furcadia. For non-players, that's probably unimportant, but for me, it's kind of a big thing, Dreamweaving being one of my major hobbies once upon a time. So, yeah. I'm still not an artist, and this still sounds more like a death rattle, but this is actually the fourth or fifth time I've been on FA in the last two weeks, which is more repetition than in the last two years.

*pause*

Okay, I'm a patch artist for Furc, and create a few items a year, on average, but I feel like 16-bit animated sex toys would go over less than spectacularly on FA, not least because I don't think I've seen anything similar, which makes me suspect that some part of the (increasingly-in-legalese) AUP would disagree with such things. Or perhaps there's just no market for Furc-y things here. Or dA finally surpassed FA for furry users. Or something.


Anyway, I'm still alive, I still check in once or twice a week, and I'm still neither an artist, nor a poet.

I can dance and I can sing... (though, in retrospect, you don't want me doing either.)

And, as I have precious little reason, at the moment, to be on Furcadia, I might even be around at some point, what with it apparently being ~2 years since last I was active.

Right at the moment I'm working on a poem that's sitting at a pretty little 20 lines of emo bullshit, and I'd like to get it out of my system and get back to the serious business of something else. Fractals mebbe. Haven't done those in awhile. And possibly the occasional comment on peoples' stuff.

In other news, anybody played any decent games or seen any good movies recently? Life took a downward turn the other day, and I'm looking for entertaining things to do while I regain my equilibrium.


EDIT: Also, why the HELL do people still +Watch my account? Seriously, other than these death rattles once a year or so, this is a functionally dead account. Yes, I'm trying to change that, but still...

So, a careful check of FurAffinity's AUP indicates that fractal art is not in violation, so I've decided to post pre-renders here. Mostly. Some old stuff too, but mostly pre-renders. Now, I don' know what it means for other people, but for me, a pre-render is intended to an idea of what a fractal will look like as a high-quality, full size 2500x+ render.

Next on the agenda;
'12/14/2010 10:33:53 PM Ruaidri Soru Using colours from my pictures would result in lots of bland. x3 '

I'm taking this as a challenge. I'm going to try to use exclusively artwork for the gradients for the fractals I upload here. Part of this is because I've actually already been doing this for awhile, and have produced some very nice artwork, and part of it is because I can.

Oh, and for the record, using an image for a gradient just means that I need to have the image on my hdd. Apophysis, the program I use for making fractals, will take the colors from a jpg image and create a gradient, which I can then use for fractals, as well as, well...fiddle with. I can adjust the hue, saturation, brightness, and contrast, as well as blurring the gradient to smooth the clear delineations between colors. As a result, even the blandest gradient can be altered slightly to produce clear, brilliant colors.

In my mind, it's not cheating. I started with a Ru pic, dammit.

Also, I don't think there's technically anything wrong with this. In theory I could construct the gradients manually, or acquire gradients online, for Apo, with the same or similar colors.

...

I swear that I keep meaning to become semi-active again. And then something comes up (like gainful employment) and I forget. And it doesn't help that I have umpteen things to track, either. Nor does it help that my significant other is, quite possibly, the most distracting thing on earth (this is not a bad thing). Still...I'm not dead yet, I can dance and I can sing. Sorta. But not.

Anyway...I'm still alive. FA just keeps taking a backstage to half a dozen mmo's, plus furcadia, plus dreamweaving (for furcadia), plus patching (for dreamweaving (for furcadia)). Yes...furcadia takes up a lot of my time. Um...so...yeah. Oh, and as I mentioned above. I'm employed. This is my second job since my last journal. -.- I had a job with the local goodwill for about four months, but then they fired me, for "poor job fit". So now I work at a 'grille' in the next town over, cooking pizzas and making salads (and earning tips, yay).

Hmm...and that covers things, I think. Mebbe. Yea...errr...yes. Probably.

Fuck it. If I remember something else, I'll use it as an excuse to write a new journal. Then I won't feel quite so much like I've forgotten FA (even if I keep doing so).

......
And now, bed. Zzzzzz...

So, I've been living in this wonderful place for a couple years now, and I've come to a realization. In order to truly express to my neighbors how I feel about them letting their protopersons play in the street at all hours, bounce crap off my house, and just generally be pains in my ass, I will need to acquire a Taser International X-12 LLS and several dozen XREP rounds. I have realized that the thought of such a truly electrifying display of force, with this modern incarnation of Verne's Leyden Ball, would likely be the most amusing thing I've ever seen.







On a side note, this journal in no way, shape, or form states, implies, or otherwise suggests that shooting one's neighbors with a Mossberg manufactured 12-gauge shotgun firing Taser International's custom Extended Range Electronic Projectile (XREP) is in any means and/or manner appropriate, proper, or admissible for any reason whatsoever.

[EDIT: Yes, I wrote this journal for the sole purpose of mentioning the sheer awesomeness that is Taser's XREP round.]

So, recently, I had some of my stuff commented on and faved. Which is weird, since I'd been completely inactive for something on the order of four months at the time, and hadn't posted anything in over two years. So, I don' have a clue how they came by my stuff, but that's not the point.

The point is that we chatted a little on FA and I wound up offering them my xFire so we could, y'know, have an actual conversation. Short time into the convo, they mention that my pattern of speech (such as it is in IM) was similar to that of someone they didn't like. And the story pretty much ends there, because the decision was more or less arbitrarily made, without giving me, personally, a chance, that I was a horrible person.

So, I'm making a note here that, by the Black God, if you're a damned coward, you're welcome to refuse my offer of conversation. See, as those who know me may be aware, I despise males. On the other hand, when I meet a male, I give them an opportunity to earn that hatred. I don't arbitrarily assume that, since they have a penis, they're a bad person. I simply don't give second chances. And, as far as I'm concerned, that's legitimate. The other method of doing things, the one that would result in me calling myself a coward (which is something I try to avoid ever having to do; my self-esteem is fucked up enough as-is), is assuming that all males are bad, simply because the majority of the males I've ever trusted have broken trust with me.

Oh, and for the record, I'm not a bad person. I'm generally reasonably polite (if occasionally a little bawdy), I'm friendly, and I'm generally a fairly good listener who doesn't take rants personally. I admit, of course, that I occasionally term myself evil, but, much like there are good and bad forms of insanity, so too are there, to my way of thinking, good and bad forms of evil. And my form of evil tends to make unwary males wince and the vast majority of my female friends (and my few male friends) giggle and snort soda (I've been told that causing soda-snorting is what makes it evil).

Also, it feels -really- good to get this off my chest. Back to Deus Ex, now.

PS, if you insult me like this and you're on my watch list (either here or on dA)....expect to be removed. I don't need reminders of things that piss me off.

*blinkblinks* What the title says. I'm still alive...mostly, and I suppose I should do something with this blasted account, since it's still here. So, since I've had jack-all in the way of inspiration for poetry, I'm thinking about either posting the test renders of the stuff I do with Apophysis, or posting objects I create for patches for Furcadia....although, thinking back on it, I dunno that I'd feel right posting some of the stuff I do for Furc. But I'll think about it.

Thoughts?

Sooooo....for those who were wondering, I -am- still alive. Really, I am. I've just been elsewhere since losing my job.

Anyway... For folks looking to contact me, I'm -vastly- easier to reach as Trellek on Furcadia, or HaelkenTrellek on DeviantArt (but at present I nearly live on Furc).

....It's been two months since my last journal? Daaaamn....time truly does fly when yer busy all night. So, anyway, it turned out that, yes, I was in fact still in the employ of Sodexo; I was told however, that my work as an assistant driver was unsatisfactory, and that if I wished to keep the position I would be required to undergo extensive training (because apparently it takes a lot of training to learn to ignore the -10F in the freezers when yer puttin' stuff away)....Or I could work a different position, one that they needed filled immediately, but would have completely different hours. So now.....I'm late night janitor. Instead of my shifts starting at 0730 and ending at 1600, they now start at 1900 and end at 0330. *Pauses* I like my new hours a lot better. Anyway, the end result is that I'm fast asleep when most of the world is awake. Um.....and.....I think that's all I has ta say fer now. *Wanders off*

Right....the old journal entry was just that, and getting on my nerves, to boot, so here's a new one....for no purpose other than getting rid of the last one. Anyway, still here though now I've got me some slave labor (even better when da slave labor pays ya, no?), and I'm thinkin', given the meetin' I'm supposed ta be at in an hour, that I'm still employed by Sodexho....which is good, of course it is, I do need the money desperately, but if I didn't......I strongly suspect I'd tell 'em ta fuck themselves. (This canid may be just a little bitter regarding their management of the summer semester where he's concerned) So, anyway....I'm gonna go take me a shower now and hope that it makes up (somehow) for not sleeping last night.

But the camera's broken, which is why I never got those pics up. Anyway, I'm currently workin' for a cleaning company called ServiceMaster, roasting in the hell that is my home, and being bored.

Anyway...um...that's really all I have. I sorta got tired of lookin' at the last journal entry...hence this one...



Oh yeah...And W00T for still bein' below 500 pageviews after more than seven months!

...yet satisifed.

I haven't unpacked my books, games, or even consoles, I'm covered in bruises (Dropping a desk on your bare foot...), and I feel like I got run over by a 747 that immediately turned around and made a second pass...but I'm still feelin' quite satisfied and content.

So, next up is finding a job. Like, as in, yesterweek. But I'll worry about that tomorrow. Tonight I'm gonna set up my desktop, my xbox and ps2, and I'll probably put some time in on one of my bookshelves, after all, I've only got two 35gal tubs filled with books to store.

Anyway, I'll probably upload some pics of the new place tomorrow...when I have the battery power on my laptop to do so; I'm at 25% or so right now, which'll last me another ten minutes.

So...new quarters...

Oh, and a roommate comin' out from the state of Kentucky in a couple months. I'm sure part of it is a desire to escape from a state that would be so stupid as to vote for Clinton, but that's a whole 'nother deal entirely and I'll block anyone who tries to start a political argument on my journal.

So, anyway, my good friend  TheBeastWithin is comin' out here to room with me, n' help pay the bills. Quite frankly, I'm not sure you can get a better friend than that.

Right, battery's complainin' at me so I'm gonna head out. Night all.

And now I'm unemployed...

When I hired on with Sodexho I was informed that roughly a month and a half after I hired on there would be a recess of sorts betweeen the end of the spring meal plan and the start of the summer meal plan. This recess lasts for twenty five days, and at the end of it business picks up again. So I'd work for a month and a half, have three and a half weeks off, then go back to work for the summer semester. That's what I was told, by the manager who hired me, when I hired on.

So, today, when I went in to find out when they wanted me to come back to start work for the summer semester, I was informed that I wasn't working for the summer semester. So now, right when I'm purchasing a home, an inveestment made assuming I'd be working for Sodexho for the next ten years or so, I'm being told that I've been laid off...indefinitely.

I think...if I can find someone else in town who'll hire me full time...that I'm never gonna work for Sodexho again. I'm sorta feelin' betrayed...and I don't like it one bit.

Oh yeah, and for the final bit, my last two paychecks have taken a hit from my paying for benefits...a rather major hit, running to the tune of about $30 a week...and I'm never gonna have even recieved those benefits.

So, now that I'm totally wiped, depressed, and all alone with my thoughts, I'm gonna go lie down.

Well, now. I am, for a while anyway, an exceedingly cheerful canid. As of 1736 last night, I have made an accepted offer on a mobile home. On the first of june the escrow closes and it becomes mine. Unfortunately, unless there's a wireless connection out there that I can jack, I'll likely not be on much for at least the first month that I'm living there, and possibly for longer than that ($7.50/hour means that while I should be able to afford lot rent and loan payments......I won't be able to afford much else). Still, the chance to get out of this house before my stepfather and I kill each other is really quite nice indeed.

UPDATE:
The numbers have all been worked, I will not be able to afford an internet connection. At my current payrate, I'll be lucky to be able to afford food.

...because apparently my current place of employment is condusive not only to paranoia (I'm tired of figures appearing on the edge of my vision, but vanishing when I look directly at them...), but also to pondering philosophy.

Anyway, on to the philosophy, which is mostly going up here to put something up here. In other words, I'm bored, so I'm gonna put a philosophy constructed over the course of three hours. Further, it is not a philosophy that I adhere to (per se). Rather it is simply something interesting that occurred to me while I was stacking cardboard. So, without further ado, I give you my philosphical ponderings;

There is one true emotion. This emotion is considered destructive by modern society, and its existence is widely viewed with dislike and distrust by modern peoples. Thus, those who recognize the truth of the one true emotion are viewed in much the same way and are often incarcerated for letting the true emotion sway their decisions.

The true emotion is fury, it's purest form is impossible for the living to attain and it is not until the final moment of life, the instant before death, that the purest form of the true emotion is reached. At the instant of perfect apathy even life itself is forgotten, and Death takes sway.

Fury is the only strong emotion. Its opposite, sorrow is a weakness that exists to draw us down, to take from us what we acquire in fury.

In fury there is strength, for fury is the emotion of strength. Always remember that all strong emotions are forged of fury. These emotions are as follows; Rage and Love. Yes, love is a strong emotion. It is not, as the cowardly would have us believe, a weak emotion.

In truth, the opposite of hate is also the purified form of the true emotion, apathy. In apathy is found the opposite of all emotions, as well as the infinite forms of them. In apathy even sorrow, fear, and hatred become strong, for they are as one with all other emotions, even while all emotions cease to exist. Truly, apathy is a state of perfection unattainable by the living.

This said, one should seek to perfect the living forms of fury. Seek love, for rage grants strength only to those who would wield it correctly. Seek love, for sorrow, fear, and hatred are weakness. When doubt plagues thee though, seek rage, for its cleansing flame will burn away disbelief, purge the mind and soul of the fears that others would instill within.

As I said, 'tis a bit interesting. And, to a point, it even matches with that which I believe. Anyway, this, I think, is proof that even at work, getting paid $7.50/hour, no less, I have too much free time. It's clear to me that I need to get a life...>.>...possibly one as far from here as possible, if where I currently live and work is generating thoughts like this. Anyway, a note to be made; yes, I realize that this little thing is friggin' full of holes...deal with it... That said, I'm gonna go play Valkyrie Profile 2 for a couple hours, then I'm gonna go to bed.

Oh yeah, as it is, on the east coast, currently the 24th of April, y'all should go wish a happy birthday. Now. Go.

Which is to say, I finally have a full-time job. And it even offers full benefits. Yay! Two days a week washing dishes and three a week throwing freight for a happy, cheery $7.50/hour. $0.50 less than I was making for McD's, but I don't have to put up with nearly as much bullshit and I get paid sick days and holidays. W00T!

Now all I need is an early warning system for days like today, when they pull twenty or thirty pans of rotted sludge out of gods know where and tell me to make them clean again. Eight hours later I'm still working on pan number three in between bouts of working on newer dishes...that're covered in simpler things, like marinara, and pasta......and the four pans that had Lasagna burnt to them...>.>...I'm not entirely certain how they pulled that one off.

Anyway, enough complaints, I'm gonna go read or something 'til I pass out, 'cause I'm at six hours of sleep for the last forty-eight hours as well as an eight hour shift and a nine hour shift. But anyway, W00T! I've finally got a full-time job within driving distance of home...and it only took five years.

Or, the reason thirteen(plus) hours of sleep is bad.

I'm finding more and more that if I sleep for more than twelve hours I have really strange dreams for the last hour or so. And more than just being strange, they're vivid and fairly lucid, and I have trouble telling if they're actually dreams while I'm having them. A degree of realism is present in most of my dreams, but these....possess enough realism during the dreaming to influence my behavior for the day, and occasionally longer.

I could explain better if I described my most recent dream, I suppose, but I'd rather not. I'd rather forget about it, pretend it didn't happen, and keep the players the hell away from sharp objects for a while. It's been a long time since I had a dream that was realistic to the point that I could actually feel pain, inside the dream. I occasionally wake up with phantom flares of pain, memories from my dreams, but those are...good, dreams.

Och, I'm gonna go kill something. Maybe that'll lift this damned darkness.

Working a nine hour shift without getting any sleep beforehand is a bad idea.

Working said shift on zero food is a worse idea.

Using one's break to nap only results in feeling more tired afterwards.

Vandal Friday sucks. Particularly when one is exhausted and working a nine hour shift.

For some reason people get pissed when one suggests that shooting the ROTC UH-60 down due to its engine noise giving one a headache would be a good idea.

Further, it is taken even worse when one suggests that they wish to use a police M16/M203 (Maybe I should have suggested an M16/X9 combo...) to shoot down the chopper.

Some people cannot tell the difference between a UH-60 and a McDonnell-Douglas Medical helicopter by the sound of the engine/rotors alone.

Korean credit cards do not work at the University of Idaho Bookstore.

Free pizza for the customers sucks.

.........This one is in dire need of sleep...and so is calling this journal done.

Hmm....three weeks since my last journal. And it's starting to bug me, so I'm gonna toss a filler journal up until I actually think of something I wanna say.

Hmm....Let's see, onto the meaningless drivel, what. I've been informed by certain members of mine family that working for minimum wage at the campus bookstore is no longer suitable, that I need to find full time employment for more than minimum wage, and that, further, I am rapidly wearing out my welcome here by simply living here. Or at least, that last seems to be the gist of the, "get your ass out of my house," that I keep hearing from a certain family member. It's usually tied to "get a real job." Grr...I'm a damned university student. And I'm paying for school out of pocket. Most of the folks I know who are going to school and are my age, are receiving a great deal of monetary support every semester just so they can stay in the dorms. Which are $4000 dollars/semester. Last year, working 25 hours/week at $8/hour I only made $7000. How the F*** am I expected to be able to afford to live somewhere else? Crap, my meaningless drivel turned into a rant. I'm gonna stop now, while the rant is still meaningless, serving no purpose other than to fill space.

Yeah...You know something's wrong when you're reading(aloud) back a portion of a poem you've writ and the hair on the back of your neck starts to rise, the air gets cold, and the words scare you. So...yeah. This cat knows when something should not have ever been writ, let alone properly sung. And now this cat, who is quite enjoying referring to himself in the third, is gonna pray for a bit. 'Cause that was more than just a little unnerving for him. Oh, and yes, I am more than just slightly superstitious.

Oh yeah, and the other two poems I wrote last night? They ain't gonna be submitted. They go together, and one scares the crap outa me... So, yeah, they ain't goin' up on here.

Stupid friggin' moon. I dunno where it gets off disturbing both my sleeping patterns and my faith, but it's pissing me off. If the full moon could simply cease to exist it would be better for my peace of mind honestly. And possibly for my sanity, what little I possess. So, yeah, I'm mildly annoyed by the full moon, in case no-one could tell. A night when I dare pray no prayer, nor dream in darkness, nor sing mine faith. One of three nights, though tomorrow night, the final eve of the full, is a wondrous night indeed, as it is the night of a lunar eclipse. My prayer song will be strong and true tomorrow night...

Anyway, in other news, a meteor scared the crap outa the locals last night when it made it far enough on its reentry descent to make a very bright flash across the night sky. For a better estimate of size it was visible over an area of four-hundred square miles or more as a flare of extremely bright, white light that awakened many and resulted in dozens of calls to 911 about the fireball in the sky. Don't ask me what emergency dispatch is supposed to do about the fireball, or explosion, in the sky. Last I heard firetrucks don't have wings and are incapable of flight. Still, the entirety of the palouse saw calls redirected to the fire department because the bright glowing thing falling out of the sky scared people.

Whew...it's been four and half, five hours since I left the Cat Tales Zoological Park, and I still don't have my thoughts together. I guess I should start by correcting an error on the previous journal. The tiger cubs are siberian not bengal. Though I did some checking and found that the differences are few, appearing to be mostly based on their appearance(oh, yeah, and size. Siberians are the largest felines in the world. Anyway, we arrived at about 1340 and went straight to the nursery where we were told we'd get to see the cubs after petting time, a time when they take one of the cubs out to be socialized among the visitors and such, then we'd get to go into the nursery to be with the animals. I guess I should make things a bit more clear than that. My mother and stepfather celebrated their ninth? tenth?*Shrugs* Whichever anniversary it is, by bottle feeding two of four siberian tiger cubs. My sister and I were playing photographers to the whole thing and we were right next to the cubs holding pen too. So, for about half an hour, we were, at times, within six inches of a trio (they fed one cub at a time) of three-month old tiger cubs. And damn, it was amazing. The enclosure is fenced by a four inch thick wooden wall with some sort of coating on it that prevents their claws from getting a grip, so every three minutes or so you'd see a cub come running at you, leap into the air...and pretty much bounce off the fence. Hilarious, it was. After feeding time for the cubs, we went out and looked at the rest of their animals. I'll say this, they have some beautiful examples of some of the largest animals in the world. Pretty much everwhere you look, there's another very large feline looking restlessly around. And I found out from one of the handlers why they were restless. Today was bone day. A day when each of the cats gets a large bone to chew on. It's supposed to be really good for the animals, as well as being a fairly rare treat. So all of their animals were pacing around their enclosures looking towards the back of the facility where, from what I was told, the food for the animals is stored. I'll say this, you have not truly felt threatened until you're watching a trio of six or seven hundred pound cats pacing on the other side of a fence seven feet away from you. The fence just seems so insignificant compared to the mass of the cats. And on top of all that, when you really look around and realize that even with the handlers and visitors, you're outnumbered by the cats about two to one...But anyway. Yeah...I need to go run the digital pictures I got through an editor and clean them up a little before I post them up here. And tomorrow I'm gonna go ahead and process a couple rolls of film and anything I like I'll scan into my computer and post here. So, yeah, today has been an epic day made of awesomeness and win.
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Grr...A family member was supposed to help me out with both remembering to develop my film and with the actual paying for such, but since that didn't pan out I won't be able to develop my film until Friday at the earliest, and probably not 'til Saturday.*Sighs*This is very irritating to me. I have five rolls of film to develop and I was hoping to only have to pay for the roll that needs to be shipped out to a lab. So, anyway, this update is courtesy of a very annoyed feline.

Well, it appears that I spoke just a little too soon regarding the weather. It is snowing outside, rather forcefully, as I type this. Damn't! I was hoping the snow was gone for good, ya know? So, yeah, the perfect end to what was otherwise a kickass day.

Now, bad news aside, I will not be available all of tomorrow because I'm going to be at a rescue center for large cats up in Spokane. My mother has been offered the chance to play with four bengal tiger cubs and I'm expected to play photographer. Among their other animals are a ligress, several royal white bengals, a panther(Yay!), caracals, a couple of leapords, and even a lion who apparently thinks he's a dog(He grew up with one...). So, yeah, I'm expecting tomorrow to be made of awesomeness and win. Better still, I'm expecting to use about forty dollars worth of film tomorrow, as well as a couple gigs of memory across multiple digital cameras. Tomorrow is looking to be absolutely awesome, if I haven't implied it clearly enough yet.

Right. I got tired of looking at the last journal. Which means I spend way too much time on my FA page. First off, I hope everyone had a good Valentine's Day. In other news, it would appear that winter is finally over, in this part of the country at least. The snow is all but gone, the days are sunny more often than not, and temperatures are going up. Yay...No, really, yay... Anyway, just so folks know, my dreams of late have been just fine, though I'm still not really running my usual gamut of really good dreams. Which most folks would call nightmares. Um...let's see...is there anything else I can ramble about before I close this off? Hmm....I don't think so. Not that anyone will understand, anyway. So, again, I hope everyone had a good Valentine's Day............Meh...