cabbitzilla

Okay, it's been a good day. Amusing events on SMT that just had me rolling for forever, a couple new Blue Pearl tracks (okay, maybe I am obsessed. The woman's got an amazing voice), and the discovery that one of my best (local) friends had not ever heard of, much less seen, the amazingly humorous Hell Comes To Frogtown, staring the one and only Roddy Piper. And if you're a fan of cheesy, really bad movies... this is Valhalla. Yeah, doggy.

BadMovies.org has a fairly comprehensive review of this fairly unknown gem HERE. This movie is a gold mine, I promise. If you're the type that enjoys things like Army of Darkness, Plan 9 From Outer Space, and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, then you simply -must- find this film. Or come over for movie night. :) *giggles* Sorry to sound so insistent, but I have an undying passion for silly movies. It's how I first got into Japanese Monster movies, a passion that

m_masque fed a bit. *blows kisses*

It's a pretty morning. The sun's nearly up now... as is my habit nowadays I've been up all night. My average seems to be four hours of sleep, then up for a few, and then a two hour nap. I just can't seem to sleep at night; there's just so much to do, and so many wonderful people to talk to. *blows more kisses, these to the Menagerie in Cali, soon to include (at least temporarily) a dolly*

Yes, in case you were wondering, the good mood has continued. The appointment I had... yesterday, now... with the medicating Psych at Omni went similarly to the last appointment with my therapist: stunned looks and all. I... it must've been pretty bad for this to have shocked so many people. I know I'm bouncier, but ... I'm still just -me-. *shrugs* It's nice not to not feel so blue all the time, but I wasn't aware that the shift'd actually made drastic changes in my personality. The psych commented that in the twenty eight days since he'd last seen me, I'd become an utterly different person.

*thinks* Let's see. What changed?

A very dear old friend and I resumed things. I know I've grown up a bit, and have figured out a better list of what's important to me.
A couple new 'interests' got sparked. Heh. Sparked. Right. Thermal TacNuked would be more accurate.
The newly kickstarted interests dovetailed into the existing passions... which to my mind tells me they were meant to be there in the first place.
I'm weaving a tale again. It's a small piece, shared with a friend, and closer to interactive fiction than a self contained story... but it's still writing. I... I can't begin to say how nice it is to have that part of my mind back online. I've missed it horribly.
My primary pain medication's dosage got halved, due to a more-than-advertised recall of all of the more powerful patches.
I've been put on thyroid meds, to boost the levels to where they should be.
Several new friends appeared on my radar, and I adore them.
An old friend ... *shrugs* Something somewhere went kablooie. It happens. I wish her well, for whatever that's worth.
The G3's become my primary workstation. As odd as it may sound coming from a long time worshipper at the x86 and AMD altars... it suits me. I continue to be utterly astounded at what a 400mhz machine can do... things that Megan's Celeron 550 won't do, and things that my old Athlon 650 would sometimes twitch at. For gaming and video, I still need the Athlon. *pats her children* I love all my beasts. :)
The rest are trivial bits. New LJ icons. Tidbits of RP, as I try and once again gather my few remaining marbles up. Several other old friends turning back up. Two others quietly vanishing, declaring me 'no longer interesting'. The dissolution of the Tuesday night gaming group I was enjoying so much. And a lot of other bits and pieces.

...
Somehow, this has made me 'utterly different'. I make no claims to understand it; I maintain, as I have for years, that I'm just -me-. Good, bad, or indifferent, I am what I am.

*sighs softly as an old friend stubbornly persists in flogging herself for every bad thing that's ever happened* I wish she'd understand that each and every person is MORE than the sum of their trials. Wake up, fuzzle. There's more to life than self flagellation over failures real and perceived. Please. You worry me.

Other than that... well, I seem to be exceptionally long winded tonight. Which generally means it's time for me to shut my yap, post this beast, and move on. So, that's what I'm gonna do.

*smooch!*