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General | Posted 17 years agoYesterday I had a customer come into my store and buy eleven dollars and forty cents in merchandise, US currency. She was old. Really old. Possibly in her late seventies. She reached into her old bag, and pulled out what was in fact, a ziplock baggie filled with thousands of coins. Nickles, dimes, pennies... She dumped the entire bag on to my counter, and my eyes widened. I dreaded this ever happening. "Could you help me count this out?" she said, in that sweet little old lady voice that makes people go, "awww."
As I sorted the changed, it occurred to me there were no quarters in there at all. I gulped, and said, "Mamm, This needs to be wrapped change. The bank is next door." She said, "please? I couldn't wrap it myself, and they only provide the wrappers." Again, using that little old lady voice. I twitched slightly, and started counting the dimes. She looked me square in the eye, and said in a stone voice, "I'd like to try and get rid of the pennies, if possible..."
I couldn't stop myself. I just started counting them. One by one.
320 pennies later, after losing count twice because of her talking so much about how she collected it all from her son who was raising money for boysouts, yaddayadda, she had 1 penny left....
Next were the nickels. They numbered 122. Followed by dimes, of which we merely neded 21 in order to have the entire sum of $11.40. Amidst the counting of dimes, she says cheerily, "Oh look, I found a quarter!" I bite my tongue. Hard.
At some point during all this, I remember saying, sternly, "I would appreciate that if you did this in the future, you have these coins wrapped first." To this she said, "Well, normally I wouldn't do this...." and then she looked me in the eye with that "evil eye" that old women are so undyingly famous for, and said, "But you didn't seem very busy..." And she added that particular lisp at the end of "busy" that made her sound just enough like a snake that i nearly lost count completely.
I counted out $11.40 in her loose change. When I was done, she held up her ziplock baggy, which contained now only nickles and dimes (and one quarter) "Could I exchange this for bills?"
...I had already spent 10 minutes counting her change, and the lines were now severely backed up.
I was fed up. Sick. And. Tired.
Suddenly, I felt my balls drop an extra foot as I said with a bit of a snarl, "I'd really rather not." Her eyes sharpened, but then went wide, and she withdrew the bag.
I had lost the battle, but the war was MINE! I even went so far as to add, "Have a nice day," in only the dryest voice that I was was able to muster as she walked away with her recipt.
The end of the day came around, and I had to audit my drawer. This btw, was near the beginning of my 8 hour shift. By the end of the day, I still had 264 pennies, 140 nickles, 74 dimes. My boss nearly died when he saw the stack. Through all of this, I have come to realize this:
Old people have superpowers. Because there is NO WAY in all the heavens or nine hells... that ANY mortal being could have persuaded me to undertake such a task.
As I sorted the changed, it occurred to me there were no quarters in there at all. I gulped, and said, "Mamm, This needs to be wrapped change. The bank is next door." She said, "please? I couldn't wrap it myself, and they only provide the wrappers." Again, using that little old lady voice. I twitched slightly, and started counting the dimes. She looked me square in the eye, and said in a stone voice, "I'd like to try and get rid of the pennies, if possible..."
I couldn't stop myself. I just started counting them. One by one.
320 pennies later, after losing count twice because of her talking so much about how she collected it all from her son who was raising money for boysouts, yaddayadda, she had 1 penny left....
Next were the nickels. They numbered 122. Followed by dimes, of which we merely neded 21 in order to have the entire sum of $11.40. Amidst the counting of dimes, she says cheerily, "Oh look, I found a quarter!" I bite my tongue. Hard.
At some point during all this, I remember saying, sternly, "I would appreciate that if you did this in the future, you have these coins wrapped first." To this she said, "Well, normally I wouldn't do this...." and then she looked me in the eye with that "evil eye" that old women are so undyingly famous for, and said, "But you didn't seem very busy..." And she added that particular lisp at the end of "busy" that made her sound just enough like a snake that i nearly lost count completely.
I counted out $11.40 in her loose change. When I was done, she held up her ziplock baggy, which contained now only nickles and dimes (and one quarter) "Could I exchange this for bills?"
...I had already spent 10 minutes counting her change, and the lines were now severely backed up.
I was fed up. Sick. And. Tired.
Suddenly, I felt my balls drop an extra foot as I said with a bit of a snarl, "I'd really rather not." Her eyes sharpened, but then went wide, and she withdrew the bag.
I had lost the battle, but the war was MINE! I even went so far as to add, "Have a nice day," in only the dryest voice that I was was able to muster as she walked away with her recipt.
The end of the day came around, and I had to audit my drawer. This btw, was near the beginning of my 8 hour shift. By the end of the day, I still had 264 pennies, 140 nickles, 74 dimes. My boss nearly died when he saw the stack. Through all of this, I have come to realize this:
Old people have superpowers. Because there is NO WAY in all the heavens or nine hells... that ANY mortal being could have persuaded me to undertake such a task.
Camena Vulnero; patientia vigoratus.
General | Posted 17 years agoGood morning. Moments ago I realized that it was 04:30. And now I realize that it is 04:31. This entire evening has been spent attempting to unravel things in my head.
Successfully?
That has yet to be determined.
Poetry hurts. Why? It makes no sense sometimes that things must hurt such as this.
And I recall what my friend once told me...
"Alguna ves... tenne que pasa." Sometimes, it has to be. (Spanish for those of you who care)
There is a reason that artists suffer. But endurence heals. It seems rather strange to hear, because endurance itself is not healing. Rather, it is the factor of time which allows for healing to occur during great struggle.
Great art- great things-- they must endure the suffrage of time to have any great affect on a grander scale that can provide change and healing.
The ability to endure great travesty has brought forth the best in humankind. During rough times, we must endure more.
It is now 04:57. Time to wake up world.
Successfully?
That has yet to be determined.
Poetry hurts. Why? It makes no sense sometimes that things must hurt such as this.
And I recall what my friend once told me...
"Alguna ves... tenne que pasa." Sometimes, it has to be. (Spanish for those of you who care)
There is a reason that artists suffer. But endurence heals. It seems rather strange to hear, because endurance itself is not healing. Rather, it is the factor of time which allows for healing to occur during great struggle.
Great art- great things-- they must endure the suffrage of time to have any great affect on a grander scale that can provide change and healing.
The ability to endure great travesty has brought forth the best in humankind. During rough times, we must endure more.
It is now 04:57. Time to wake up world.
In Regards to Porn.
General | Posted 17 years agoHello and good evening to everyone who actually reads these. I have a small rant that I would like to go on.
Four days ago, it occured to me that I have almost NO porn on this new computer of mine. My previous desktop computer had only 2.5GB of porn, but this- my new lappy, had less than 100 pics... My partner,
darker-kain, has been collecting porn on his computer for weeks to use as refferences for yiffy art for all the furverts out there, and had nearly 3000 images. Of course, as a bisexual he has a larger pool to collect from.
I, on the other hand, am no so fortunate as to be able to enjoy both genders. In any event, I decided that I was going to browse the entirety of FA's Male General Adult Art. Page by page, one image at a time, I checked, analyzed, and scrutenized picture for my slowly growing collection.
After 810 pages, and 19940 images, I had managed by day two to collect 1461 images. I was proud of managing to collect so much in such a short while. However yesterday, my computer froze, and I had to reboot.
... I had lost my place completely. T.-.T And so now after a day of doing nothing but fast forwarding through the gallery have I finally gotten back to where I left off.
At this time, I decided to take a look at the images' post dates. I am up to Christmas of 2006 and going back. FA was founded in the beginning of January '05... Do the math people.
God damn.. I've been an outspoken furry since late 2002... I wonder if I'd have been less of a pervert if I hadn't closely associated with furries for the last 5 plus years...
Who am I kidding? The internet is for porn! ^._____.^
Until next I scribe, ciao! :D
Ryuu C. S.,
The Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon."
Four days ago, it occured to me that I have almost NO porn on this new computer of mine. My previous desktop computer had only 2.5GB of porn, but this- my new lappy, had less than 100 pics... My partner,
darker-kain, has been collecting porn on his computer for weeks to use as refferences for yiffy art for all the furverts out there, and had nearly 3000 images. Of course, as a bisexual he has a larger pool to collect from.I, on the other hand, am no so fortunate as to be able to enjoy both genders. In any event, I decided that I was going to browse the entirety of FA's Male General Adult Art. Page by page, one image at a time, I checked, analyzed, and scrutenized picture for my slowly growing collection.
After 810 pages, and 19940 images, I had managed by day two to collect 1461 images. I was proud of managing to collect so much in such a short while. However yesterday, my computer froze, and I had to reboot.
... I had lost my place completely. T.-.T And so now after a day of doing nothing but fast forwarding through the gallery have I finally gotten back to where I left off.
At this time, I decided to take a look at the images' post dates. I am up to Christmas of 2006 and going back. FA was founded in the beginning of January '05... Do the math people.
God damn.. I've been an outspoken furry since late 2002... I wonder if I'd have been less of a pervert if I hadn't closely associated with furries for the last 5 plus years...
Who am I kidding? The internet is for porn! ^._____.^
Until next I scribe, ciao! :D
Ryuu C. S.,
The Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon."
Update on "The Scribe"
General | Posted 17 years agoCurrent status: Character developement completed. Story is slowly under way.
So I posted another song last night around 3am while buzzed on a latte at Lestat's, a 24 coffee shop nearby. Anywho, sorry if the quality is somewhat poor. I was half asleep when I wrote it. :P
So I posted another song last night around 3am while buzzed on a latte at Lestat's, a 24 coffee shop nearby. Anywho, sorry if the quality is somewhat poor. I was half asleep when I wrote it. :P
Fetishes Meme!
General | Posted 17 years agoStolen from 
vulpeschild, who stole it from 
mayachan
Abasiophilia (Casts, Braces, Wheelchairs) - Never tried. Don't really care to.
Age Play? - Knew a guy... couldn't get into it.
Adult Baby/AB Parent? - Nuu.
Algolagnia (Pleasure derived from physical pain)? - *growlpurrs* Once in a while.
Amputee Fetishism (Amputation/Deformity)? - google image "corkboard". And no.
Anal Sex? - That is life. <3 <3
Andromimetophilia (Androgeny)? - ^..^;; yeeah
Arse (Ass Play, Worship)? - I <3 Ass. Assplay ain't so bad, either.
Asphyxiaphilia (Breath Play, Choking)? - No. That scares me. >..>
Balloons? - Nu-uh.
Bestiality/Zoophilia? - Seen it, liked it, might try it.
Beating (Flogs, Whips, Canes, etc.)? - Yush!
Biastophilia (Committing Rape/Sexual Assault)? - Can't get off to it.
Biting/Teeth? - Murr.... bite me baby.
Blood (Drawing Blood, Cutting, etc.)? - Blood is smexy.
Body Hair? - ugh.
Body Modification (Tattoos, Branding, Piercings, Scarification, etc.)? - Hotness. Yes.
Bondage (Blind folds, Gags, Restraints)? - Oh yeah. :3
Breast/Nipple Torture, Clamps, etc.? - Tried it ONCE. That was enough.
Candle Wax? - Another one-time try. It was so-so.
Chains? - Its okay. Not great.
Chastity Devices? - Please no. D: I wanna yiff!
Chinese Balls/Ben Wa Balls/Anal Beads? - Anal beads feel funny, but good. ^..^
Cling Film/Plastic Wrap? - Nope.
Cock and Ball Torture, Clamps, etc.? - NO!!
Collar and Lead/Leash? - I <3 my collar and leash ^.-.^
Confinement/Caging? - No.
Coprophilia (Shit Play/Scat)? - NEVER!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!! EVIL!!!
Costumes (Period, Fetish, etc.)? - Tried a few times. Meh.
Cross Dressing? - YAY! :D
Cupping (Suction of the Skin)? - =3 Sometimes ^.-.^
Dacryphilia (Arousal from Tears)? - That's a fettish? No.
Defilement (Seeing a partner dirty or wet)? - I like 'em wet. ^.____.^
Denim? - *shrugs* I like it, but wouldn't say its a 'fettish'
Depilation/Shaving? - Its fun. ^.____.^ But not for a fettish.
Diapers/Diaper Lover? - NEVAH!
Dildos (Hand-held & Strap-ons)? - I've got a small collection. of both. >..>
Discipline? - I'm not keen to discipline, but I've tried it.
Doctor/Nurse Fetish? - <3 HellOOOooOO NURSE! :D
Domination? - Mwuahahah!
Ears? - ^.-.^ Ears are fun to play with during sex.
Electrotorture (EMS TENS units)? - I had that for physical therapy. >..> sex? No.
Emetophilia (Vomit, Regurgitation)? - 2girls1cup.com and NO. NO NO NO!
Erotic Photography? - ^..^; yeeah. Sadly, no longer on my XTube account.
Exhibitionism/Sex In Public? - Hot damn, yeah.
Feathers? - No.
Pyrophilia (Fire Play)? - Fire is hot. In a sexy way. Not yet tried it, though.
Fisting? - NO >..< Oh sweet geezus no.
Food Play? - Whipped cream was involved. That's all I'll say. >..>
Fuck Machines/Robots? - Robots scare me. >..> They're trying to take over the world! D:
Furry/Fur Fetishism? - W00T! :D YEAH BABY!
Gangbangs? - Love it.
Genital Worship? - Yummy ^..^
Guns (Gun Play, Worship)? - Guns can be hot sometimes... >..>
Hair Pulling? - T.-.T Please don't.
Handcuffs/Shackles? - I have 3 different sets. Indeed yes.
Harnesses? - No.
High Heels/Stilettos? - I like my high heels. ^.-.^ yes.
Humiliation? - Meh. No thanks.
Infantilism (Pacifiers/Bottles, etc.)? Hah. NO! D:
Kidnapping Play? - No.
Klismaphilia (Douching/Enema)? - Experience dictates a strong no.
Knives (Razors, Swords, other blades)? - They are hot, but please don't cut me ;..;
Lace/Lingerie? - I LOVE my panties! :D But I can't get my mate to try. >..>
Latex? - Tried; there are better things out there.
Leather? - Smex. Leather is AWESOME and HOT!
Making Home "Movies"? - *giggles* I plead the 5th. ^..^
Masks (Erotic/Gas Masks, etc.)? - No.
Masochism? - Its good in small doses.
Massage? - *murrs* A nice massage certainly turns me on ^..^
Master/Slave? - 'Tis enjoyable.
Masturbation (Mutual or Forced)? - Mutual masturbation is MUCH more fun than by myself. <3 Its GREAT. ^..^
Medical Scenes/Equipment? - No. Might try.
Menstruation (Sex During, Eating, etc.)? - No. Not opposed to it, though.
Murder Fetishism? - O..o NO. Death is BAD. Life is GOOD.
Military Fetish/Uniforms? - Its hard to NOT get a boner when hanging out with scantily clad navy boys.
Milk Fetishism/Lactation? - No.
Necrophilia (Death, Corpses)? - WHAT DID I JUST SAY!? D: NO! NO! NO DEATH!!
Nipples? - Nipples are fun to suckle. ^..^
Oral Fixations? - Deffinately.
Oral Sex? - Cock is good, cock is great; I suck cock and masturbate!
Pain (Giving/Receiving)? - Can be sometimes. :/
Piercings? - I lost my nipple ring! >..< But yes.
Pinching? - No.
Play Piercing/Needle Play? - Not really.
Plushophilia (Stuffed animals, Plushies)? - Occassionaly. Soft things are niiice.
Podophilia (Foot Fetish)? - Feet are nasty. >..<
Power Exchange? - not really.
Pregnancy Fetishism? - Not my cup of tea.
Punishment? - I've been naughty. ;)
The Rack/Medieval Devices? - Medieval devices are smexy. ^..^ Haven't tried it, though.
Raptophilia (Sexual arousal from being raped)? - Its fun on occassion, but mostly no.
Religious (Nunplay, Priestplay)? - No.
Retifism (Shoes or Boots)? - No.
Rimming? - YUSH! <3
Role Playing? - Yup.
Rubber? - Tried it; its so-so.
Sadism? - Yah.
Scent? - I like things to smell GOOD. (And if it smells good on fire, I'mma eat it.)
Sensory Deprivation? - Blinfolds are about as far as I'll go with that.
Smoking Fetishism? - No.
Spanking/Paddling? - Paddles are fun. ^..^
Statuephilia (Mannequins, Dolls, etc.)? - No.
Stockings/Fishnets/Pantyhose? - Fishnet is HOT!!! :D
Talking Dirty/Verbal Humiliation/Abuse? - Jah. ;)
Tickling? - T..T I'm too ticklish to enjoy it.
Tongue Fetish? - French kissing is the only kissing. <3
Toys (Buttplugs, Vibrators, etc.)? - Yush. =3
Transvestism? - *shivvers with antici.....PATION!* Yes. ^..^
Urolagnia (Water Sports/Urine)? - ^.=.^;; Guilty pleasure.
Violence/Physical Injury? - No.
Voyeurism? - Depends who's watching whom.
Wrestling/Fighting? - Wrestling before sex is hot with the right person.
Zombies/Gore? - Zombies are dead. I anti-<3 dead things. NO.
... I suppose this makes me a slut, doesn't it?
vulpeschild, who stole it from 
mayachanAbasiophilia (Casts, Braces, Wheelchairs) - Never tried. Don't really care to.
Age Play? - Knew a guy... couldn't get into it.
Adult Baby/AB Parent? - Nuu.
Algolagnia (Pleasure derived from physical pain)? - *growlpurrs* Once in a while.
Amputee Fetishism (Amputation/Deformity)? - google image "corkboard". And no.
Anal Sex? - That is life. <3 <3
Andromimetophilia (Androgeny)? - ^..^;; yeeah
Arse (Ass Play, Worship)? - I <3 Ass. Assplay ain't so bad, either.
Asphyxiaphilia (Breath Play, Choking)? - No. That scares me. >..>
Balloons? - Nu-uh.
Bestiality/Zoophilia? - Seen it, liked it, might try it.
Beating (Flogs, Whips, Canes, etc.)? - Yush!
Biastophilia (Committing Rape/Sexual Assault)? - Can't get off to it.
Biting/Teeth? - Murr.... bite me baby.
Blood (Drawing Blood, Cutting, etc.)? - Blood is smexy.
Body Hair? - ugh.
Body Modification (Tattoos, Branding, Piercings, Scarification, etc.)? - Hotness. Yes.
Bondage (Blind folds, Gags, Restraints)? - Oh yeah. :3
Breast/Nipple Torture, Clamps, etc.? - Tried it ONCE. That was enough.
Candle Wax? - Another one-time try. It was so-so.
Chains? - Its okay. Not great.
Chastity Devices? - Please no. D: I wanna yiff!
Chinese Balls/Ben Wa Balls/Anal Beads? - Anal beads feel funny, but good. ^..^
Cling Film/Plastic Wrap? - Nope.
Cock and Ball Torture, Clamps, etc.? - NO!!
Collar and Lead/Leash? - I <3 my collar and leash ^.-.^
Confinement/Caging? - No.
Coprophilia (Shit Play/Scat)? - NEVER!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!! EVIL!!!
Costumes (Period, Fetish, etc.)? - Tried a few times. Meh.
Cross Dressing? - YAY! :D
Cupping (Suction of the Skin)? - =3 Sometimes ^.-.^
Dacryphilia (Arousal from Tears)? - That's a fettish? No.
Defilement (Seeing a partner dirty or wet)? - I like 'em wet. ^.____.^
Denim? - *shrugs* I like it, but wouldn't say its a 'fettish'
Depilation/Shaving? - Its fun. ^.____.^ But not for a fettish.
Diapers/Diaper Lover? - NEVAH!
Dildos (Hand-held & Strap-ons)? - I've got a small collection. of both. >..>
Discipline? - I'm not keen to discipline, but I've tried it.
Doctor/Nurse Fetish? - <3 HellOOOooOO NURSE! :D
Domination? - Mwuahahah!
Ears? - ^.-.^ Ears are fun to play with during sex.
Electrotorture (EMS TENS units)? - I had that for physical therapy. >..> sex? No.
Emetophilia (Vomit, Regurgitation)? - 2girls1cup.com and NO. NO NO NO!
Erotic Photography? - ^..^; yeeah. Sadly, no longer on my XTube account.
Exhibitionism/Sex In Public? - Hot damn, yeah.
Feathers? - No.
Pyrophilia (Fire Play)? - Fire is hot. In a sexy way. Not yet tried it, though.
Fisting? - NO >..< Oh sweet geezus no.
Food Play? - Whipped cream was involved. That's all I'll say. >..>
Fuck Machines/Robots? - Robots scare me. >..> They're trying to take over the world! D:
Furry/Fur Fetishism? - W00T! :D YEAH BABY!
Gangbangs? - Love it.
Genital Worship? - Yummy ^..^
Guns (Gun Play, Worship)? - Guns can be hot sometimes... >..>
Hair Pulling? - T.-.T Please don't.
Handcuffs/Shackles? - I have 3 different sets. Indeed yes.
Harnesses? - No.
High Heels/Stilettos? - I like my high heels. ^.-.^ yes.
Humiliation? - Meh. No thanks.
Infantilism (Pacifiers/Bottles, etc.)? Hah. NO! D:
Kidnapping Play? - No.
Klismaphilia (Douching/Enema)? - Experience dictates a strong no.
Knives (Razors, Swords, other blades)? - They are hot, but please don't cut me ;..;
Lace/Lingerie? - I LOVE my panties! :D But I can't get my mate to try. >..>
Latex? - Tried; there are better things out there.
Leather? - Smex. Leather is AWESOME and HOT!
Making Home "Movies"? - *giggles* I plead the 5th. ^..^
Masks (Erotic/Gas Masks, etc.)? - No.
Masochism? - Its good in small doses.
Massage? - *murrs* A nice massage certainly turns me on ^..^
Master/Slave? - 'Tis enjoyable.
Masturbation (Mutual or Forced)? - Mutual masturbation is MUCH more fun than by myself. <3 Its GREAT. ^..^
Medical Scenes/Equipment? - No. Might try.
Menstruation (Sex During, Eating, etc.)? - No. Not opposed to it, though.
Murder Fetishism? - O..o NO. Death is BAD. Life is GOOD.
Military Fetish/Uniforms? - Its hard to NOT get a boner when hanging out with scantily clad navy boys.
Milk Fetishism/Lactation? - No.
Necrophilia (Death, Corpses)? - WHAT DID I JUST SAY!? D: NO! NO! NO DEATH!!
Nipples? - Nipples are fun to suckle. ^..^
Oral Fixations? - Deffinately.
Oral Sex? - Cock is good, cock is great; I suck cock and masturbate!
Pain (Giving/Receiving)? - Can be sometimes. :/
Piercings? - I lost my nipple ring! >..< But yes.
Pinching? - No.
Play Piercing/Needle Play? - Not really.
Plushophilia (Stuffed animals, Plushies)? - Occassionaly. Soft things are niiice.
Podophilia (Foot Fetish)? - Feet are nasty. >..<
Power Exchange? - not really.
Pregnancy Fetishism? - Not my cup of tea.
Punishment? - I've been naughty. ;)
The Rack/Medieval Devices? - Medieval devices are smexy. ^..^ Haven't tried it, though.
Raptophilia (Sexual arousal from being raped)? - Its fun on occassion, but mostly no.
Religious (Nunplay, Priestplay)? - No.
Retifism (Shoes or Boots)? - No.
Rimming? - YUSH! <3
Role Playing? - Yup.
Rubber? - Tried it; its so-so.
Sadism? - Yah.
Scent? - I like things to smell GOOD. (And if it smells good on fire, I'mma eat it.)
Sensory Deprivation? - Blinfolds are about as far as I'll go with that.
Smoking Fetishism? - No.
Spanking/Paddling? - Paddles are fun. ^..^
Statuephilia (Mannequins, Dolls, etc.)? - No.
Stockings/Fishnets/Pantyhose? - Fishnet is HOT!!! :D
Talking Dirty/Verbal Humiliation/Abuse? - Jah. ;)
Tickling? - T..T I'm too ticklish to enjoy it.
Tongue Fetish? - French kissing is the only kissing. <3
Toys (Buttplugs, Vibrators, etc.)? - Yush. =3
Transvestism? - *shivvers with antici.....PATION!* Yes. ^..^
Urolagnia (Water Sports/Urine)? - ^.=.^;; Guilty pleasure.
Violence/Physical Injury? - No.
Voyeurism? - Depends who's watching whom.
Wrestling/Fighting? - Wrestling before sex is hot with the right person.
Zombies/Gore? - Zombies are dead. I anti-<3 dead things. NO.
... I suppose this makes me a slut, doesn't it?
FREE CARD DECK DRAWINGS FROM MY BF! :D
General | Posted 17 years agoGood evening; I'm plugging my boyfriend's page this entry to help him with his art. He's doing free portrait drawings for people for a deck of cards. Send him a message, or comment on his journal, which contains all the cards still available. :P
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/darker-kain
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/darker-kain
NAILS ARE SHARP!!! D:
General | Posted 18 years agoFUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! I stepped on a goddamned nail today; it went right through the balm of my foot, and nearly out the top. Just missed the bones. God damn! That hurts like a sonnofabitch! I've been limping around on it since noon. I'm just so frikken glad I've had my tetnis shot.
Help! Ayudame! ヘルプ! Hilfe! Aiuto!!! D:
General | Posted 18 years agoHello to you all. It has recently occured to me that today is March 15th, and I have no money whatsoever. It dawned on me that if I am to be a professional writer, I will need to get a grant of some sort to keep me alive while I am writing my novel. Yet at the moment I have no idea how to go about this. My last editor turned into a scam artist, and I never saw any money from the anthology I was published in. I need to know if there are any reliable methods of finding income so I can work on producing my story full time. Any suggestions?
By the by, current status on "The Scribe":
*Thinking of changing the title the "So It Is Written"
*Finished writing the plot
*Character development is nearly complete.
As I finished writing the stories of the individual characters, it occured to me how many of them there were, and I wonder now if having too many characters in a story would hinder the reader's enjoyment of it. Thoughts on this? Anyone?
Well, I suppose that concludes this journal entry. Until next I scribe, Ciao! ^..^
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"
By the by, current status on "The Scribe":
*Thinking of changing the title the "So It Is Written"
*Finished writing the plot
*Character development is nearly complete.
As I finished writing the stories of the individual characters, it occured to me how many of them there were, and I wonder now if having too many characters in a story would hinder the reader's enjoyment of it. Thoughts on this? Anyone?
Well, I suppose that concludes this journal entry. Until next I scribe, Ciao! ^..^
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"
"The Scribe"....
General | Posted 18 years ago... that is the working title of my current project story. I am developing the storyline for my next novella, which I hope to have published by the end of '08. The project for the year. ^.____.^ Last year's goal, by the by, was to get ONE book publication under my belt. I met this, and had "Friend or Foe" published in a poetry anthology for modern poetry with Poetry.com. I was later informed that this may have been a scam site, which, if true, has not yet deterred me from wanting to continue my work. Its motivation for pete's sake!
In any case, I hope to have more information regarding the status of this project soon. So far I have a premise and a simple plot outline. Working on character developement and story developement. I'll have more information in a week or so.
Until next I scribe, Ciao!
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
In any case, I hope to have more information regarding the status of this project soon. So far I have a premise and a simple plot outline. Working on character developement and story developement. I'll have more information in a week or so.
Until next I scribe, Ciao!
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
In My Pants MeMe (stolen from Dr. Grudge)
General | Posted 18 years agoGot this idea from Dr. Grudge, a.k.a. vulpeschild
1.) Put your media player of choice on shuffle.
2.) List the first fifteen songs that come up (skipping titles like "Fugue in D Minor") and add "in my pants" to the end.
3.) Bold the ones that actually made you LOL.
Heh.. This should be interesting...
1. Recipe for Disater in my pants
2. My December in my pants
3. All Messed Up in my pants
4. Got Ma Nuts from a Hippie in my pants (LOL!)
5. In the Lap of the Gods...Revisited in my pants
6. No Brains in my pants
7. Club Inferno in my pants
8. Wannabe in my pants
9. When You Love a Woman in my pants
10. Never Ending in my pants
11. I Want You in my pants
12. Help Me Find My Way in my pants
13. Just Like Jesse James in my pants
14. Short Circuit in my pants
15. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage in my pants
vulpeschild1.) Put your media player of choice on shuffle.
2.) List the first fifteen songs that come up (skipping titles like "Fugue in D Minor") and add "in my pants" to the end.
3.) Bold the ones that actually made you LOL.
Heh.. This should be interesting...
1. Recipe for Disater in my pants
2. My December in my pants
3. All Messed Up in my pants
4. Got Ma Nuts from a Hippie in my pants (LOL!)
5. In the Lap of the Gods...Revisited in my pants
6. No Brains in my pants
7. Club Inferno in my pants
8. Wannabe in my pants
9. When You Love a Woman in my pants
10. Never Ending in my pants
11. I Want You in my pants
12. Help Me Find My Way in my pants
13. Just Like Jesse James in my pants
14. Short Circuit in my pants
15. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage in my pants
After Much Deliberation...
General | Posted 18 years agoGood day to all. After much deliberation, I have decided that I will in fact begin posting my song lyrics for the purpose of critique. If there are any furs out there who might be interested in adding music to my muse, just let me know.
Until next I scribe,
Ryuu C. S., the "Scribble Dragon"
Until next I scribe,
Ryuu C. S., the "Scribble Dragon"
To The Attention of Steven Colbert?
General | Posted 18 years agoGood day fellow fans and watchers. Today it was brought to my attention that a one: Steven Colbert-- recently created an account on Furaffinity. Whether or not 
Colbert is, in fact, THE Steven Colbert (of The Colbert Report) has yet to be determined, and awaits further study for determining the validity of this user account. I have submitted a notice to Colbert Nation, and am awaiting response.
Colbert, if you're out there, Welcome to FurAffinity. Thank you for taking interest in our unique, albeit sometimes peculiar fandom. I hope that your pursuit against the threat of bears will be fruitful. I would also like to apologize for my previous statements that may have been construed as sexual innuendos. All was meant in good humor, and no offense was intended.
Sincerely, Ryuu C. S., "the Scribble Dragon"
*EDIT*
FYI: This journal is not meant to be taken seriously.
Colbert is, in fact, THE Steven Colbert (of The Colbert Report) has yet to be determined, and awaits further study for determining the validity of this user account. I have submitted a notice to Colbert Nation, and am awaiting response.Colbert, if you're out there, Welcome to FurAffinity. Thank you for taking interest in our unique, albeit sometimes peculiar fandom. I hope that your pursuit against the threat of bears will be fruitful. I would also like to apologize for my previous statements that may have been construed as sexual innuendos. All was meant in good humor, and no offense was intended.
Sincerely, Ryuu C. S., "the Scribble Dragon"
*EDIT*
FYI: This journal is not meant to be taken seriously.
In Requiem: Gary Gygax
General | Posted 18 years agoToday Gary Gygax died. For those of you who do not know this name, he was the father of Dungeons and Dragons, "D&D". Debatebly one of the most influential games of all time, we lay to rest now the soul of the father of RPG's as we know them today... I have nothing to say for this beyond... I'm in shock.
Sleepless Querry For Those Watching
General | Posted 18 years agoGood day to all. March 1st at 4am PST, and I cannot seem to sleep. So I shall write.
An update on my lover's status: he is feeling much better. I've enjoyed his daily drawings, watching him work hard on building a fanbase in the furry community. *chuckles* I find more people watch me now, and I cannot help but attribute some of this to his own popularity. I find myself at this moment cast under his shadow. And with my recent lack of posts within the realm of my literature, I find myself somewhat envious of his talent. But more than I feel proud of him. ^.____.^
But I digress. In lue of my lack of posting poetry, I find myself wondering if I should post any of the song lyrics I have written over the years. I tend to write about 2 new songs every week, but as I have no way of putting music to the words on the pages, I cannot truly present my musings properly. As such, I'm not certain whether or not I should post my lyrics at all.
So I would like to now pose my question to those who watch my work: Should I, in spite of my lack of my lyrics being music without sound, post my songs? While the lyrics are complete in form, and I do think them to be very good, its hard to appreciate such things without a tune or rhythm to put the words to. I would like an honest opinion on this matter before I decide to show anything. I don't want to post anything that wouldn't be enoyed by everyone.
So please, leave your comments below, and let me know how you feel about me posting song lyrics sans the music itself. Until next I scribe, my friends.
Ciao!! ^.=.^
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
An update on my lover's status: he is feeling much better. I've enjoyed his daily drawings, watching him work hard on building a fanbase in the furry community. *chuckles* I find more people watch me now, and I cannot help but attribute some of this to his own popularity. I find myself at this moment cast under his shadow. And with my recent lack of posts within the realm of my literature, I find myself somewhat envious of his talent. But more than I feel proud of him. ^.____.^
But I digress. In lue of my lack of posting poetry, I find myself wondering if I should post any of the song lyrics I have written over the years. I tend to write about 2 new songs every week, but as I have no way of putting music to the words on the pages, I cannot truly present my musings properly. As such, I'm not certain whether or not I should post my lyrics at all.
So I would like to now pose my question to those who watch my work: Should I, in spite of my lack of my lyrics being music without sound, post my songs? While the lyrics are complete in form, and I do think them to be very good, its hard to appreciate such things without a tune or rhythm to put the words to. I would like an honest opinion on this matter before I decide to show anything. I don't want to post anything that wouldn't be enoyed by everyone.
So please, leave your comments below, and let me know how you feel about me posting song lyrics sans the music itself. Until next I scribe, my friends.
Ciao!! ^.=.^
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
Hosptials are quite a pain.
General | Posted 18 years agoGood day to you all. Hope things are going well for the rest of you out there. As for myself, I have found my self on the nursing end of a rather tragic affair.
I would seem that my lover recently contracted a variant of the flu virus, and found himself severly dehydrated the other day. He had been throwing up for 18 hours straight about every 20 minutes. I had been hoping he'd get better, and after a while, it seemed that he was.
Unfortunately after a 5 hour nap, he awoke again vomiting bile and dry-heaving. After informing his mother, I called an ambulance and rode with him to the hospital. They said he was completely dehydrated, and hooked up an iv to him.
It was terrifying to see my love on the hospital bed with wires hooked up to him... Fortunately after 3 days, he has made nearly a full recovery, and is eating and drinking once more.
I hate hospitals.
I would seem that my lover recently contracted a variant of the flu virus, and found himself severly dehydrated the other day. He had been throwing up for 18 hours straight about every 20 minutes. I had been hoping he'd get better, and after a while, it seemed that he was.
Unfortunately after a 5 hour nap, he awoke again vomiting bile and dry-heaving. After informing his mother, I called an ambulance and rode with him to the hospital. They said he was completely dehydrated, and hooked up an iv to him.
It was terrifying to see my love on the hospital bed with wires hooked up to him... Fortunately after 3 days, he has made nearly a full recovery, and is eating and drinking once more.
I hate hospitals.
Pardon my Hiatus
General | Posted 18 years agoGood day to all. I would like to start out by saying for this entry that I am posting with some minor objection.
You see, not to long ago I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome, and was ordered to avoid using computers and writing for a while. It would seem that my work at Jiffy Lube has resulted in this, due to the poor keyboard layouts. I have spent the last week healing, but I'm feeling well enough to write this.
In any case, I plan to be quitting Jiffy Lube in the next few days (hopefully Wednesday) in order to make room for a new prospect presented by my friend Juda. He recently started up his own company, and invited me to join him in work. Naturally, I accepted.
In any event, things are looking up as far as work goes.
Oh and by the by, if anyone should be interested in saving some money on their phone service, talk to me and I can provide some excellent discounts.
Until next time, this has been Ryuu the Scribble Dragon wishing you all well. Ciao!
You see, not to long ago I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome, and was ordered to avoid using computers and writing for a while. It would seem that my work at Jiffy Lube has resulted in this, due to the poor keyboard layouts. I have spent the last week healing, but I'm feeling well enough to write this.
In any case, I plan to be quitting Jiffy Lube in the next few days (hopefully Wednesday) in order to make room for a new prospect presented by my friend Juda. He recently started up his own company, and invited me to join him in work. Naturally, I accepted.
In any event, things are looking up as far as work goes.
Oh and by the by, if anyone should be interested in saving some money on their phone service, talk to me and I can provide some excellent discounts.
Until next time, this has been Ryuu the Scribble Dragon wishing you all well. Ciao!
Superbowl 42: The Meaning of Life Bowl
General | Posted 18 years agoGood evening everyone. This night's entry shall break away from my general entry writing style to bring you this:
ZOMFG!! GIANTS WON THE SUPERBOWL!!!!!! XD HAHAHAHAHAH!! YAAAAY!!!
The 4th time in NYG history to EVER win a SuperBowl; its been 17 FREAKING YEARS since their last win!!! XD XD XD
I grew up 20 minutes from Giant's Stadium in NY, and come from a family of SERIOUS Giants fans. My Grampa is dancing in his grave right now. XD
XD I haven't seen a game this amazing in my ENTIRE life, and I don't think I ever will.
My boss at work bet 8,000 on this game for the Patriots to win. LOL! He's gonna be so pissed tomorrow
Back in NC, where my parents live now, they went to the annual SuperBowl party held by their church. My dad went in wearing his NYG team jersey that he got for Christmas. My pastor stopped him and said, "You can't seriously expect the Giants to win against the Patriots this year, do you? They're undefeated!"
My dad said, "They've had an amazing season, I think they're gonna do it."
Pastor Bill laughed, and said, "If they do, I'll elevate your position in the church." They both laughed about it, but now my dad's sent him an email saying, "I expect to be promoted starting next Sunday."
LOL! This is so amazing. I will never forget this game. ^.____.^
*ahem* Forgive my ranting excitedness. ^.-.^ Until next I scribe, Ciao!
--Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
ZOMFG!! GIANTS WON THE SUPERBOWL!!!!!! XD HAHAHAHAHAH!! YAAAAY!!!
The 4th time in NYG history to EVER win a SuperBowl; its been 17 FREAKING YEARS since their last win!!! XD XD XD
I grew up 20 minutes from Giant's Stadium in NY, and come from a family of SERIOUS Giants fans. My Grampa is dancing in his grave right now. XD
XD I haven't seen a game this amazing in my ENTIRE life, and I don't think I ever will.
My boss at work bet 8,000 on this game for the Patriots to win. LOL! He's gonna be so pissed tomorrow
Back in NC, where my parents live now, they went to the annual SuperBowl party held by their church. My dad went in wearing his NYG team jersey that he got for Christmas. My pastor stopped him and said, "You can't seriously expect the Giants to win against the Patriots this year, do you? They're undefeated!"
My dad said, "They've had an amazing season, I think they're gonna do it."
Pastor Bill laughed, and said, "If they do, I'll elevate your position in the church." They both laughed about it, but now my dad's sent him an email saying, "I expect to be promoted starting next Sunday."
LOL! This is so amazing. I will never forget this game. ^.____.^
*ahem* Forgive my ranting excitedness. ^.-.^ Until next I scribe, Ciao!
--Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon
What a mixed up month.
General | Posted 18 years agoHello everyone! ^.-.^ 'Tis I, once more, your friendly neighborhood Scribble Dragon. I am in an exceedingly good mood at the moment, because my boyfriend drew me a wonderful piece, and I'm quite happy with it.
In addition, the New York Giants are playing in the Suber Bowl tomorrow, and having grown up merely 20 minutes outside of Giant's Stadium in New York, I am somewhat of a fan... that and I haven't seen them make it to a Super Bowl game in nearly a decade, and have yet to see them win in my lifetime. Makes me proud to see them where they are now.
And furthermore, I am having pizza tonight. I love pizza.
I also love fuzzy things.
Though I am not IN love with fuzzy things.
I do not have a fuzzy pink thong fettish.
...I just really like things that are fuzzy.
In addition, the New York Giants are playing in the Suber Bowl tomorrow, and having grown up merely 20 minutes outside of Giant's Stadium in New York, I am somewhat of a fan... that and I haven't seen them make it to a Super Bowl game in nearly a decade, and have yet to see them win in my lifetime. Makes me proud to see them where they are now.
And furthermore, I am having pizza tonight. I love pizza.
I also love fuzzy things.
Though I am not IN love with fuzzy things.
I do not have a fuzzy pink thong fettish.
...I just really like things that are fuzzy.
Court.
General | Posted 18 years agoMy appollogies on the length of this entry. Though I believe you all my find this interesting. Below is a real-time account of my experience in court the other day. It was recorded on the computer, unedited, and is now posted for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.
Ryuujin C. S.
The Scribble Dragon
Entry: 01/09/2008
I’m appearing in a court trial today for a trolley offense. I’m scared out of my fucking mind because I know I’ve missed previous court appearances… and they know it. I can’t afford to cover the expenses of this case. I have no money. I don’t know what to do… In less than one hour I will appear before the judge… and beg. I suppose that’s all one can do in such a situation. I’ve never had to appear in court without my lawyer, but today I’m stuck on my own. Gods help me; pray that they do not discover my misdeeds in NC. I cannot afford this… Osiris I’m scared. Goddess help me. Grant me the protection I need in this: my time of need. Blessed be, so mote it be.
There’s so much on my mind at this moment… as a devotee to my religion I would normally attempt meditation. However at this time I feel so panicked that I do not know if I would be able to.
Deep breathing helps a little.
Along the walls there are placards of our nation’s Constitution, our Bill of Rights, and other famous legal documents. What stands out among them however is no ancient document, but rather a white square with bold blue letters which read in capital letters, “FREEDOM SHRINE”. The irony is inescapable.
I’ve entered the courtroom now, along with the dozens of other violators of the law. Minor or major they may be; I do not know. I take a seat; third row from the back, fifth seat in. I appear to be the youngest member in here, save for the two young men sitting one row ahead of me to my left.
The bailiff prepares a cup of coffee for the judge who has not made herself (or his self?) present yet. The interpreter arrives, taking a seat.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest like an old fashioned drum with the skin pulled too tight. It’s a unique feeling that I haven’t experienced in many years, the last of which was during my first major car accident.
I try to calm myself with more breathing, but it only works for a moment. There is hushed talking all around. Many here seem rather calm, though it is clear that I am not the only one here with bothered nerves.
The atmosphere alone is enough to entice a panic attack. It is a poorly lit courtroom; the lights are rather dim, casting a yellow haze across the entirety of the room. The chairs are too large, and make one feel small to sit in them… and insignificant. The soft hum of an old air conditioning unit in disrepair can be heard behind me to my right. There are two enormous black and white pictures mounted on the wall to far to my left; I look to see another behind me. The colors and moods set by the pictures only add to the eeriness provided by the yellow glow.
Ten names are called-- mine is not among them-- and those called seat themselves at the first row bench.
The typographer now arrives, and begins idle conversation with the translator.
Papers are stacked.
A heavy door closes in the distance.
There are a few late arrivals, who make their way to open seats, and sit down in the rustic squeaking chairs.
The bailiff passes tissues to someone in the front row, and makes a joke to lighten the mood. One or two laugh.
A clock on the wall to my right marks the time… over an hour has passed since I arrived at the courthouse on a bus this morning at 7am. At least the secondhand is silent… though it seems to stop occasionally as if to taunt me. “You are frozen in time,” it seems to say to me, “and you shall remain here guilty until proven innocent.”
As I cast my gaze right of the clock, I notice a sign I had not seen before which reads:
NO FOOD OR DRINKING
NO GUM CHEWING
NO READING
NO SLEEPING
NO SUNGLASSES
NO HATS.
It seems rather oppressive.
The judge has arrived. Court is now in session. It is eight thirty exactly. Those who speak Spanish and need a translator are separated from the rest of those present.
The judge begins speaking, and goes over the rules of this particular court. He’s very polite, calm and kind. His voice alone is reassuring. To be honest I don’t feel quite as bad now. Yet I realize that when I plead guilty to the offenses I’ve committed, I will be destitute once more. He states that monthly plans are available. After five minutes I realize he is not actually being polite, but rather just reciting what would appear to be a script.
I am in here for two things: a trolley violation, and a failure to appear in court for a previous court appearance. The latter is what bothers me. This is not my first failure to appear in the last year. I am terrified of what might occur if these instances catch up with me.
It is now exactly 8:44am. It has begun.
The judge moves swiftly through the cases, in less than one minute he has already moved through 2 cases, and a third is nearly complete. Traffic court… seems rather simple. Another and yet another handful of cases are passed through.
I have no idea what I should say… things are moving too quickly. A man steps up named Michael Howwitt. He looks almost exactly like my friend Big Mike back home in North Carolina. It provides a moment of amusement.
More names are called. Not mine, of course-- “You are meant to wait” says the clock on the wall. I have been awake since 5am in dread fear of this moment. Not knowing what to do is far worse torture than anything at this moment.
The judge recognizes the next defendant as his workout partner at the YMCA. They laugh a bit, and it provides brief levity amongst the other defendants. Must be nice to have a judge for a friend.
Community work… I could do that… maybe work off a monthly payment plan… my mind races as I try to determine what to say when I approach the microphone at the defense podium. More names are called…it is 9pm, and my name still has not been called. I make a quick prayer to the gods. Goddess Isis, please ease my nerves… grant me your protection… Fafnir grant me strength… Draconis grant me guidance… Grael grant me peace… Odin grant me wisdom…
More names… its five after nine. Please call my name…
No.
I’m so hungry… “I’m Going Slightly Mad” starts to play in my head… I laugh to myself, “I love Queen.”
I ask the guy next to me if we’re allowed to exit the courtroom to use the restrooms. He says yes, and I quickly and quietly exit to relieve myself.
The bathrooms were easy enough to find; when I entered I was displeased to see the same eerie yellow lights, and graffiti scrawled across the walls. I exit as quickly as I can, and re-enter the courtroom to find that the previous list of names is nearly completed. I’m surprised to find solstice in the courtroom. The slight contrast between the restroom atmosphere and that of the courtroom is enough to release a bit more tension. I find my previous seat, and resume the wait.
Again he calls names, and again my name goes unspoken. Another bailiff then addresses those not called, listing off names of people to meet him outside. I am not called, of course, and the momentary lapse of hope passes.
Its now 9:20, and he lists 10 more names. I’m not expecting to be called anymore. One of those called has a warrant on him outside of San Diego. Suddenly I’m terrified again. I may have a warrant on myself for being over a year late on my court date in NC.
My name is called first in the following batch of defendants. I make my way up to the microphone, and am incredibly relieved to find that my NC tickets are not being taken into account. However he does have my ticket for my previously missed court date here in San Diego.
I plead guilty on the first offense which I missed “due to being given two different court appearance dates,” which was mostly true; the courtesy notice had a different date than what the officer told me, and different from what my initial ticket read. On the second charge I plead ‘not guilty’, and present my trolley ticket that had been missing on the date of the charge. Thankfully he dismisses it, fines me thirty dollars for my first offense and an additional $100 for missing the court date. I am incredibly relieved, in spite of the fact that I now owe more money to more people. More money that I don’t have.
I thank the gods for the judge’s lenience…
When I enter I discover an even more poorly lit room, filled with nearly as many people as there were in the courtroom. There is a long wait, and I recommence my waiting. Its not as bad now, since I know what to do (more or less). By now it is 9:30am, and I am almost done with an ordeal that I have been dreading for quite some time…
My laptop’s battery is nearly dead, so I plug in to a wall outlet. As I arrange a make-shift workstation, it dawns on me that I will no longer be able to afford rent… and again I pray that my boyfriend will forgive me when I inform him. I want to make a phone call, but I can’t get a signal. I see a payphone, and suddenly I regret providing such a generous tip to my server last night. With no cash on me, I do not know if I have enough money in the bank to cover my fines.
At least I have a pass to cover bus fare.
The waiting is unbearable.
Did they call my name? I can hardly tell.
I merely wish to go home, take a cold shower, shave, and call my loved one.
The man who sat next to me is waiting here too. His face, like the faces of so many here right now, is long and drawn in its frown. People here are depressed. It’s a mutual feeling, and everyone seems to understand it.
Its 9:50, and my name is called. I head up to the counter, and am asked merely to sign the dismissal form. Then I am told to wait again for my name to be called by the collectors in regards to my missed case. Again with the waiting. I begin feeling less and less like a person, and more like a thing that is being pushed around like a box in a factory.
The mechanical method of this place seems like something out of George Orwell’s 1984. Its unnerving. I am at the point of breaking, when they suddenly call my name, and I find myself signing papers, and walking out the door. It was over in an instant. Rather anticlimactic, I thought, but oh well.
I catch a bus downtown, and sit down to eat at the first Indian restaurant that I find. And as I sit here sipping my tea, and eating my bread, I look back on this day and smile. Today a lot was done. I feel accomplished, and I can’t wait to go home, and finally rest.
This concludes my rather long entry for today. So ends another of my scribbles. Good day to you all, and until next I scribe, ciao.
Ryuujin C. S., the Scribble Dragon
Ryuujin C. S.
The Scribble Dragon
Entry: 01/09/2008
I’m appearing in a court trial today for a trolley offense. I’m scared out of my fucking mind because I know I’ve missed previous court appearances… and they know it. I can’t afford to cover the expenses of this case. I have no money. I don’t know what to do… In less than one hour I will appear before the judge… and beg. I suppose that’s all one can do in such a situation. I’ve never had to appear in court without my lawyer, but today I’m stuck on my own. Gods help me; pray that they do not discover my misdeeds in NC. I cannot afford this… Osiris I’m scared. Goddess help me. Grant me the protection I need in this: my time of need. Blessed be, so mote it be.
There’s so much on my mind at this moment… as a devotee to my religion I would normally attempt meditation. However at this time I feel so panicked that I do not know if I would be able to.
Deep breathing helps a little.
Along the walls there are placards of our nation’s Constitution, our Bill of Rights, and other famous legal documents. What stands out among them however is no ancient document, but rather a white square with bold blue letters which read in capital letters, “FREEDOM SHRINE”. The irony is inescapable.
I’ve entered the courtroom now, along with the dozens of other violators of the law. Minor or major they may be; I do not know. I take a seat; third row from the back, fifth seat in. I appear to be the youngest member in here, save for the two young men sitting one row ahead of me to my left.
The bailiff prepares a cup of coffee for the judge who has not made herself (or his self?) present yet. The interpreter arrives, taking a seat.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest like an old fashioned drum with the skin pulled too tight. It’s a unique feeling that I haven’t experienced in many years, the last of which was during my first major car accident.
I try to calm myself with more breathing, but it only works for a moment. There is hushed talking all around. Many here seem rather calm, though it is clear that I am not the only one here with bothered nerves.
The atmosphere alone is enough to entice a panic attack. It is a poorly lit courtroom; the lights are rather dim, casting a yellow haze across the entirety of the room. The chairs are too large, and make one feel small to sit in them… and insignificant. The soft hum of an old air conditioning unit in disrepair can be heard behind me to my right. There are two enormous black and white pictures mounted on the wall to far to my left; I look to see another behind me. The colors and moods set by the pictures only add to the eeriness provided by the yellow glow.
Ten names are called-- mine is not among them-- and those called seat themselves at the first row bench.
The typographer now arrives, and begins idle conversation with the translator.
Papers are stacked.
A heavy door closes in the distance.
There are a few late arrivals, who make their way to open seats, and sit down in the rustic squeaking chairs.
The bailiff passes tissues to someone in the front row, and makes a joke to lighten the mood. One or two laugh.
A clock on the wall to my right marks the time… over an hour has passed since I arrived at the courthouse on a bus this morning at 7am. At least the secondhand is silent… though it seems to stop occasionally as if to taunt me. “You are frozen in time,” it seems to say to me, “and you shall remain here guilty until proven innocent.”
As I cast my gaze right of the clock, I notice a sign I had not seen before which reads:
NO FOOD OR DRINKING
NO GUM CHEWING
NO READING
NO SLEEPING
NO SUNGLASSES
NO HATS.
It seems rather oppressive.
The judge has arrived. Court is now in session. It is eight thirty exactly. Those who speak Spanish and need a translator are separated from the rest of those present.
The judge begins speaking, and goes over the rules of this particular court. He’s very polite, calm and kind. His voice alone is reassuring. To be honest I don’t feel quite as bad now. Yet I realize that when I plead guilty to the offenses I’ve committed, I will be destitute once more. He states that monthly plans are available. After five minutes I realize he is not actually being polite, but rather just reciting what would appear to be a script.
I am in here for two things: a trolley violation, and a failure to appear in court for a previous court appearance. The latter is what bothers me. This is not my first failure to appear in the last year. I am terrified of what might occur if these instances catch up with me.
It is now exactly 8:44am. It has begun.
The judge moves swiftly through the cases, in less than one minute he has already moved through 2 cases, and a third is nearly complete. Traffic court… seems rather simple. Another and yet another handful of cases are passed through.
I have no idea what I should say… things are moving too quickly. A man steps up named Michael Howwitt. He looks almost exactly like my friend Big Mike back home in North Carolina. It provides a moment of amusement.
More names are called. Not mine, of course-- “You are meant to wait” says the clock on the wall. I have been awake since 5am in dread fear of this moment. Not knowing what to do is far worse torture than anything at this moment.
The judge recognizes the next defendant as his workout partner at the YMCA. They laugh a bit, and it provides brief levity amongst the other defendants. Must be nice to have a judge for a friend.
Community work… I could do that… maybe work off a monthly payment plan… my mind races as I try to determine what to say when I approach the microphone at the defense podium. More names are called…it is 9pm, and my name still has not been called. I make a quick prayer to the gods. Goddess Isis, please ease my nerves… grant me your protection… Fafnir grant me strength… Draconis grant me guidance… Grael grant me peace… Odin grant me wisdom…
More names… its five after nine. Please call my name…
No.
I’m so hungry… “I’m Going Slightly Mad” starts to play in my head… I laugh to myself, “I love Queen.”
I ask the guy next to me if we’re allowed to exit the courtroom to use the restrooms. He says yes, and I quickly and quietly exit to relieve myself.
The bathrooms were easy enough to find; when I entered I was displeased to see the same eerie yellow lights, and graffiti scrawled across the walls. I exit as quickly as I can, and re-enter the courtroom to find that the previous list of names is nearly completed. I’m surprised to find solstice in the courtroom. The slight contrast between the restroom atmosphere and that of the courtroom is enough to release a bit more tension. I find my previous seat, and resume the wait.
Again he calls names, and again my name goes unspoken. Another bailiff then addresses those not called, listing off names of people to meet him outside. I am not called, of course, and the momentary lapse of hope passes.
Its now 9:20, and he lists 10 more names. I’m not expecting to be called anymore. One of those called has a warrant on him outside of San Diego. Suddenly I’m terrified again. I may have a warrant on myself for being over a year late on my court date in NC.
My name is called first in the following batch of defendants. I make my way up to the microphone, and am incredibly relieved to find that my NC tickets are not being taken into account. However he does have my ticket for my previously missed court date here in San Diego.
I plead guilty on the first offense which I missed “due to being given two different court appearance dates,” which was mostly true; the courtesy notice had a different date than what the officer told me, and different from what my initial ticket read. On the second charge I plead ‘not guilty’, and present my trolley ticket that had been missing on the date of the charge. Thankfully he dismisses it, fines me thirty dollars for my first offense and an additional $100 for missing the court date. I am incredibly relieved, in spite of the fact that I now owe more money to more people. More money that I don’t have.
I thank the gods for the judge’s lenience…
When I enter I discover an even more poorly lit room, filled with nearly as many people as there were in the courtroom. There is a long wait, and I recommence my waiting. Its not as bad now, since I know what to do (more or less). By now it is 9:30am, and I am almost done with an ordeal that I have been dreading for quite some time…
My laptop’s battery is nearly dead, so I plug in to a wall outlet. As I arrange a make-shift workstation, it dawns on me that I will no longer be able to afford rent… and again I pray that my boyfriend will forgive me when I inform him. I want to make a phone call, but I can’t get a signal. I see a payphone, and suddenly I regret providing such a generous tip to my server last night. With no cash on me, I do not know if I have enough money in the bank to cover my fines.
At least I have a pass to cover bus fare.
The waiting is unbearable.
Did they call my name? I can hardly tell.
I merely wish to go home, take a cold shower, shave, and call my loved one.
The man who sat next to me is waiting here too. His face, like the faces of so many here right now, is long and drawn in its frown. People here are depressed. It’s a mutual feeling, and everyone seems to understand it.
Its 9:50, and my name is called. I head up to the counter, and am asked merely to sign the dismissal form. Then I am told to wait again for my name to be called by the collectors in regards to my missed case. Again with the waiting. I begin feeling less and less like a person, and more like a thing that is being pushed around like a box in a factory.
The mechanical method of this place seems like something out of George Orwell’s 1984. Its unnerving. I am at the point of breaking, when they suddenly call my name, and I find myself signing papers, and walking out the door. It was over in an instant. Rather anticlimactic, I thought, but oh well.
I catch a bus downtown, and sit down to eat at the first Indian restaurant that I find. And as I sit here sipping my tea, and eating my bread, I look back on this day and smile. Today a lot was done. I feel accomplished, and I can’t wait to go home, and finally rest.
This concludes my rather long entry for today. So ends another of my scribbles. Good day to you all, and until next I scribe, ciao.
Ryuujin C. S., the Scribble Dragon
A Rather Horrid Holiday.
General | Posted 18 years agoThis is my official Holiday journal. Yes, yes, I'm well aware that the holidays are over for most people (although Chinese New Year ought to be fun next week), however it has take me this long simply to pull myself away from the drudgery that is my recovery for this year's holiday.
It started out well enough, and had an excellent climax as well. However the moments between those two points, as well as the still unknown conclusion have left me rather bitter about this year's Yuletide celebrations.
I was lucky enough to find out that I would have the entire holiday weekend off this past Christmas, which unfotunately did not change my plans for the year at all, seeing as how the ticket that my parents bought for me to come home for the holiday were purchased with the assumption that i might have to work on Christmas Eve. Still, it meant more time for me to spend working my at-home job
I was able to do all of my Holiday shopping fairly quickly, seeing as how I knew what everyone wanted, and was able to finish all my holiday shopping in one day. Two days later on the night of the 23rd, I had all of my things packed up and ready to travel with me.
Among my luggage, I had decided to pack my brand new X-Box 360 and a few games, so I could share the fun of it with my sister when I got home. She always liked the Halo series, so I thought I'd show her the latest installment of that. I also brought along The Orange Box, which was an early Christmas present from my roommate Red, and Beautiful Katamari, because I like the colors (so sue me).
I grabbed a nice Philly Steak sandwhich for dinner before heading out from the local liquor store, and caught a shuttle cab straight to the airport. The driver, a gay man by the name of Ray, shared a pleasant conversation on the ride.
When I arrived at the airport a little under 3 hours early, I was expecting a long wait at the check-in line, but was surprised to be inside and ready to leave with 2 1/2 hours to spare. Naturally, I headed directly to the bar, where I ordered a Jager Bomb and a Pomegranite Martini (yay martinis! ^..^).
The flight left on time with no delays. This ends the pleasantness of my trip. Now my flight was scheduled to arrive in New Jersey, where I would transfer immediately to North Carolina. The flight to New Jersey was turbulent, and restless. Oh, did I mention I was flying the overnight red-eye? Yes, I probably should have mentioned that. Anyhow, I got to New Jersey at around 5am (with 3 hours jet lag), and boarded the next flight at the oppossite end of the airport. It left on time as well, thankfully, though it was quite a rush to get to the terminal door.
Now far be it from me to criticize my birthstate, but this is Jersey, and I was soon reminded of this when the plane hit a pothole on the runway. I don't know what it takes for an airport runway to get pottholes in it, but apparently NJ managed to get it alright.
The flight itself (minus some mild turbulence), was rather enjoyable. I got to stay up and watch the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean-- something that I haven't enjoyed in many, many years. From that altitude, it is truly astounding. I had a 3 hour flight to NC to watch it, and enjoyed every minute of that sunrise.
Though my grandmother always warned me, and I was reminded by a nagging thought in the back of my head as I watched the red morning sky... "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning." She always said it was bad luck. Well the entire horizon was red that morning, and I should have taken heed of her warning...
When I arrived in NC at 8am, I was shocked by the baggage officials to learn that my luggage had not left San Diego on time, and would not be arriving until 10 O'clock that morning. However, the airport's complimentary baggage delivery service would ship it directly to my house, and it would arrive between 1pm and 3pm. Well I had nothing really to do that day; it was only Christmas Eve, after all.
The time for delivery came and went, however, and no bags in site. We found that there was an 800 number to call for the airlines should anything go amiss, and so we called... only to spend over an hour of waiting on the phone with no answers whatsoever. I finally got fed up with it, and researched the local numbers to find out who handled the baggage at the airport. I finally got through to determining that my luggage was AT the airport, and was not due to be delivered until near 4pm, and would likely arrive around 7pm.
Naturally, I would no stand for this waiting, and drove to the airport to pick up the luggage myself, where it was hand-delivered to me by airport personel. It was nearing 5pm, and my sister wanted me to go with her to a Christmas Eve church function, which I obliged her with.
I arrived home around 7pm, and opened my bags for the first time to discover that my XBox 360, its power cables, the controllers, and all my games were gone. Panic ensued (mostly by me), and in 30 minutes I was back at the airport trying to find out how to file a claim and get compensation. Unfortunately, no methods were provided. Bypassing the airline's normal procedures, I filed a police report, retiring to my parents home defeated and depressed.
The following day was rather uplifting. The presents I recieved were quite nice-- the laptop from which I am writing this, for example, as well as a photo printer/scanner, a new iHome system, and the best gift of all-- a pre-published edition of a poetry anthology from Poetry.com containing MY work as the first piece, "Friend or Foe." Now many people have told me that Poetry.com is a scam, and that the book was probably a pull-- just something published for me. However even if it is, it is still inspiring to see my work in ANY sort of book. That moment brought tears to my eyes; I have never felt that I could ever be deserving of my own publication before, and this was wonderful. Every time I look at it I feel that I can do it again, and I hope to see my work published by more reputable sources someday in the future.
The following evening I was due to be heading home. I was sad to be leaving, but I made the best I could of it, and spent some time with my boyfriend before I was due to depart. We enjoyed lunch and a movie together, exchanged our Christmas gifts, and then I left for the airport.
I arrived with a bit of time to spare and was not in any rush. I spent the time getting a cup of coffee for my trip back, only to find that the plane had boarded already-- 30 minutes early, as opposed to 15 minute early as the signs indicated they would. As such, I missed my flight, though my luggage did not, and I spent $75 to re-book it for the next available flight in 2 days.
Although I was upset about missing my flight, it did mean I would have some more time to spend with my boyfriend, and we took advantage of our oppurtunity. It also gave me a chance to say hello to some of my friends that I had not seen in a while in NC, and I did enjoy that.
On the day of my re-booked flight (the 28th, for those who aren't keeping up), I arrived at the airport 2 hours early, and went to check in. The teller informed me that my flight had been cancelled, and the next available flight would not be until 2pm, in about 4 hours. This plane would transfer in Cincinatti, where I would wait for a 9pm flight to San Diego.
So I waited and waited, spending my entire day between airports, and not getting to San Diego until 10pm PST, with another 3 hours jet lag. I got there with only minor turbulence, and my luggage was waiting there for me. Once I arrived, I spent an hour talking with a baggage representative in regards to filing a formal complaint with the company in order to get compensation for my stolen XBox 360, and again was left with no direction to take.
Fast forwarding to the present, I have still not been able to get through to them, and I spend at least 2 hours each day finding a new way to nothing accomplished in regards to compensation. I have written letters, sent emails, and made countless phone calls. In a short time, I will be calling the media to do a report on this, because I want everyone to know this one thing:
CONTINENTAL AIRLINES SUCK ASS!!!
This concludes my Yule log.
Until next I scribe, this has been Ryuujin C. S., your Scribble Dragon, hoping you all had a much better holiday than I. ^.____.^ Ciao!
It started out well enough, and had an excellent climax as well. However the moments between those two points, as well as the still unknown conclusion have left me rather bitter about this year's Yuletide celebrations.
I was lucky enough to find out that I would have the entire holiday weekend off this past Christmas, which unfotunately did not change my plans for the year at all, seeing as how the ticket that my parents bought for me to come home for the holiday were purchased with the assumption that i might have to work on Christmas Eve. Still, it meant more time for me to spend working my at-home job
I was able to do all of my Holiday shopping fairly quickly, seeing as how I knew what everyone wanted, and was able to finish all my holiday shopping in one day. Two days later on the night of the 23rd, I had all of my things packed up and ready to travel with me.
Among my luggage, I had decided to pack my brand new X-Box 360 and a few games, so I could share the fun of it with my sister when I got home. She always liked the Halo series, so I thought I'd show her the latest installment of that. I also brought along The Orange Box, which was an early Christmas present from my roommate Red, and Beautiful Katamari, because I like the colors (so sue me).
I grabbed a nice Philly Steak sandwhich for dinner before heading out from the local liquor store, and caught a shuttle cab straight to the airport. The driver, a gay man by the name of Ray, shared a pleasant conversation on the ride.
When I arrived at the airport a little under 3 hours early, I was expecting a long wait at the check-in line, but was surprised to be inside and ready to leave with 2 1/2 hours to spare. Naturally, I headed directly to the bar, where I ordered a Jager Bomb and a Pomegranite Martini (yay martinis! ^..^).
The flight left on time with no delays. This ends the pleasantness of my trip. Now my flight was scheduled to arrive in New Jersey, where I would transfer immediately to North Carolina. The flight to New Jersey was turbulent, and restless. Oh, did I mention I was flying the overnight red-eye? Yes, I probably should have mentioned that. Anyhow, I got to New Jersey at around 5am (with 3 hours jet lag), and boarded the next flight at the oppossite end of the airport. It left on time as well, thankfully, though it was quite a rush to get to the terminal door.
Now far be it from me to criticize my birthstate, but this is Jersey, and I was soon reminded of this when the plane hit a pothole on the runway. I don't know what it takes for an airport runway to get pottholes in it, but apparently NJ managed to get it alright.
The flight itself (minus some mild turbulence), was rather enjoyable. I got to stay up and watch the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean-- something that I haven't enjoyed in many, many years. From that altitude, it is truly astounding. I had a 3 hour flight to NC to watch it, and enjoyed every minute of that sunrise.
Though my grandmother always warned me, and I was reminded by a nagging thought in the back of my head as I watched the red morning sky... "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning." She always said it was bad luck. Well the entire horizon was red that morning, and I should have taken heed of her warning...
When I arrived in NC at 8am, I was shocked by the baggage officials to learn that my luggage had not left San Diego on time, and would not be arriving until 10 O'clock that morning. However, the airport's complimentary baggage delivery service would ship it directly to my house, and it would arrive between 1pm and 3pm. Well I had nothing really to do that day; it was only Christmas Eve, after all.
The time for delivery came and went, however, and no bags in site. We found that there was an 800 number to call for the airlines should anything go amiss, and so we called... only to spend over an hour of waiting on the phone with no answers whatsoever. I finally got fed up with it, and researched the local numbers to find out who handled the baggage at the airport. I finally got through to determining that my luggage was AT the airport, and was not due to be delivered until near 4pm, and would likely arrive around 7pm.
Naturally, I would no stand for this waiting, and drove to the airport to pick up the luggage myself, where it was hand-delivered to me by airport personel. It was nearing 5pm, and my sister wanted me to go with her to a Christmas Eve church function, which I obliged her with.
I arrived home around 7pm, and opened my bags for the first time to discover that my XBox 360, its power cables, the controllers, and all my games were gone. Panic ensued (mostly by me), and in 30 minutes I was back at the airport trying to find out how to file a claim and get compensation. Unfortunately, no methods were provided. Bypassing the airline's normal procedures, I filed a police report, retiring to my parents home defeated and depressed.
The following day was rather uplifting. The presents I recieved were quite nice-- the laptop from which I am writing this, for example, as well as a photo printer/scanner, a new iHome system, and the best gift of all-- a pre-published edition of a poetry anthology from Poetry.com containing MY work as the first piece, "Friend or Foe." Now many people have told me that Poetry.com is a scam, and that the book was probably a pull-- just something published for me. However even if it is, it is still inspiring to see my work in ANY sort of book. That moment brought tears to my eyes; I have never felt that I could ever be deserving of my own publication before, and this was wonderful. Every time I look at it I feel that I can do it again, and I hope to see my work published by more reputable sources someday in the future.
The following evening I was due to be heading home. I was sad to be leaving, but I made the best I could of it, and spent some time with my boyfriend before I was due to depart. We enjoyed lunch and a movie together, exchanged our Christmas gifts, and then I left for the airport.
I arrived with a bit of time to spare and was not in any rush. I spent the time getting a cup of coffee for my trip back, only to find that the plane had boarded already-- 30 minutes early, as opposed to 15 minute early as the signs indicated they would. As such, I missed my flight, though my luggage did not, and I spent $75 to re-book it for the next available flight in 2 days.
Although I was upset about missing my flight, it did mean I would have some more time to spend with my boyfriend, and we took advantage of our oppurtunity. It also gave me a chance to say hello to some of my friends that I had not seen in a while in NC, and I did enjoy that.
On the day of my re-booked flight (the 28th, for those who aren't keeping up), I arrived at the airport 2 hours early, and went to check in. The teller informed me that my flight had been cancelled, and the next available flight would not be until 2pm, in about 4 hours. This plane would transfer in Cincinatti, where I would wait for a 9pm flight to San Diego.
So I waited and waited, spending my entire day between airports, and not getting to San Diego until 10pm PST, with another 3 hours jet lag. I got there with only minor turbulence, and my luggage was waiting there for me. Once I arrived, I spent an hour talking with a baggage representative in regards to filing a formal complaint with the company in order to get compensation for my stolen XBox 360, and again was left with no direction to take.
Fast forwarding to the present, I have still not been able to get through to them, and I spend at least 2 hours each day finding a new way to nothing accomplished in regards to compensation. I have written letters, sent emails, and made countless phone calls. In a short time, I will be calling the media to do a report on this, because I want everyone to know this one thing:
CONTINENTAL AIRLINES SUCK ASS!!!
This concludes my Yule log.
Until next I scribe, this has been Ryuujin C. S., your Scribble Dragon, hoping you all had a much better holiday than I. ^.____.^ Ciao!
In regards to blind monkeys.
General | Posted 18 years agoGood evening, all. I have a rather amusing anecdote to share with you all. Of my two roommate, Koshin (my love), and Red (the monkey), it seems Red has a horrible curse upon him. It would seem that he is unable pass a single day without some thing hitting him in the eye.
Its always one eye at a time, and its never the usual, "I poked him with my finger by accident." No, it seems he is afflicted with such random acts as, "A bird took a shit and it fell into my eye," "I got hit in the eye with a cardboard box," and my most recent favorite, "I got hit in the eye by the ceiling." I've decided to start compiling a list of all the instances in which my poor 'little brother' manages to maul his eyeballs. Here is a list from this week:(we've not had time to sit down and recall all of the previous instances before this week):
*Hit in the eye with the back of a car's seat
*Hit in the eye with bird shit
*Hit in the eye with a piece of chocolate candy
*Hit in the eye with a thumbs up
*Hit in the eye with a cardboard box
*Hit in the eye with a piece of the ceiling
If any are curious as to the circumstances of these instances, I'll be more than happy to chat about it. My contact information is available on my userpage.
Until next I scribe, gaurd a'least one eye. ^..^ Ciao!
--Ryuujin C. S., the Scribble Dragon
Its always one eye at a time, and its never the usual, "I poked him with my finger by accident." No, it seems he is afflicted with such random acts as, "A bird took a shit and it fell into my eye," "I got hit in the eye with a cardboard box," and my most recent favorite, "I got hit in the eye by the ceiling." I've decided to start compiling a list of all the instances in which my poor 'little brother' manages to maul his eyeballs. Here is a list from this week:(we've not had time to sit down and recall all of the previous instances before this week):
*Hit in the eye with the back of a car's seat
*Hit in the eye with bird shit
*Hit in the eye with a piece of chocolate candy
*Hit in the eye with a thumbs up
*Hit in the eye with a cardboard box
*Hit in the eye with a piece of the ceiling
If any are curious as to the circumstances of these instances, I'll be more than happy to chat about it. My contact information is available on my userpage.
Until next I scribe, gaurd a'least one eye. ^..^ Ciao!
--Ryuujin C. S., the Scribble Dragon
Good Day to you All.
General | Posted 18 years ago'Ello, this is Ryuu C. S. signing in for season of writing. Its that time of year again where my blood starts pumping hard through my veins, and I once again feel my creative muse whispering soft rhymes into my ears.
I've been out of service for some time, but I have a day off from my usual tedious mechanic's work, so I'll be dropping a few of my completed works onto the site for the amusement of those who would so seek such things.
Until next I scribe, my furry friends.
Ciao.
--Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon.
I've been out of service for some time, but I have a day off from my usual tedious mechanic's work, so I'll be dropping a few of my completed works onto the site for the amusement of those who would so seek such things.
Until next I scribe, my furry friends.
Ciao.
--Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon.
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