Monday, 21 June 2010

"Excuse me, do you...?"

I dislike people. I can like a person, but people en-masse just rub me the wrong way. My friend Doppleganger rationalized it to me as such:
"People are stupid, to varying levels. You're stupid, I'm stupid, but some are just bread-is-an-animal stupid." (I might be paraphrasing.)

And the Splurd Crew have adopted the rational that "All people are stupid until they prove themselves to be not-people."

This isn't to say I'm mean or snotty to strangers, I believe in respect. I respect you, you respect me. You disrespect me, then I have lost any reason to respect you, so kindly flake off. But, initially, I practice respect.

So today I was waiting for my friend Hazel at Metrotown Mall when this guy comes up to me. He wasn't even subtle either, he was sort of idly sauntering in the obvious direction of Me-ness. He looked average, a tiny bit rotund, short, and maybe Philipino, not the stereotypical skinny, tall, bearded raver in the street. I kept an eye on him until he vanished from my line of sight because I am leery of people who saunter.

And then he popped out from behind me and said "excuse me."
"Yes?" I said.
"Do you have-" And I expect him to say 'a smoke?' or 'a light?' or 'the time?' but no it was not to be, he finished with "Back pain?"
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
"Do you have back pain?" he repeated. "I talk to people about their pain."
"Uh...huh." I answered, dubiously because I am small and sickly and weary of others by nature. "So you just go around asking people about their back pain?"
"Yeah, I lay my hands on the sick." He held his palms out. "And heal with the power of Jesus."
Then I started to laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Oh, you my laugh and you may be in pain but Jesus loves you."
"Riiiight. Well, even if I was in pain, I'm not interested."
"Are you sure? Jesus doesn't want you to be in pain."
I shook my head and smirk. "Pain makes you stronger, dude."
He was about to mutter "Iiii dunno about that," as I walked off.

If he pursued it, I would have asked if Jesus could make my leg grow back.

Look, I know I look like an easy mark. I'm a 5'0, asymmetrical, shoulder hunched, hobbling pip-squeak snippet of a girl with an overly defencive and abrasive attitude. I look 10 years younger than I am. My shirt had the god Anubis on it and my pants had a Chinese dragon. Do those sound like the garments of a follower of the lord? Really?

The ultimate irony? The holy crap you gotta be kidding me the timing couldn't have been more perfect?
I had to get my artificial leg adjusted today.

Praise the lord for modern technology.

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Songs. Why not?

It's been forever since I did a video post, sharing crap I like and hoping you will too. So let's do it again, shall we?

Songs I'm currently into. You will enjoy them.

And an old favorite of mine...


Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Absolute Write June Blog Chain - a scene that describes your character.

We’re here again imaginary readers that I know I don’t have! Once more I participate in the Absolute Write Blog Chain. This month’s topic is Post a scene that describes or defines your main character’s attitude. The post before me is by Cowgirl Poet and the following one is by Littlebearz.

Last blog chain I delved into Necropolis and Project C and the one before that I prattled on and on about the characters of Amethyst Breed, this time let’s talk about Next to Godliness.

The premise of Next to Godliness involves someone going around murdering mythological beings of various pantheons. When the more powerful Gods like Odin and Zeus search for the murderer, they ask Anubis to get a confession through torture. He complies but it really needles at his conscience.

Anubis is my favourite mythological figure and if I could believe in him, I would worship him. Having said that, when I do die, I hope Anubis greets me. People often have delusions as they’re dying and I have mine all picked out.

My interpretation of Anubis is of a quiet, proud and respectful figure, an old soul who puts a lot of stock into the rites he created and performs. Most of his angst comes from the changing world and not knowing what that means to and for him.

In this scene, Anubis angst about the trial, coerced confessions, and his own existence.
Anubis slouched in his throne, keeping his eyes closed and ears clapped to the subtle murmurs of the spirits that inhabited his domain. He felt poorly, tired and ashamed of what he had done, of what they made him do. Anubis had desecrated the sacred rites and he was unsure what exactly that entailed. Did that mean the rites were moot? Were there ways to re-instate the holiness of his tools? Of the rite? Perhaps the time for such archaic rituals has long since passed. But if the old traditions no longer held any meaning, than did he too have no meaning? And if he had no meaning, did that mean he was going to become non-existent?

Was he doomed to die?

Anubis shuddered at the thought, sitting in fear of his own mortality for the first time that he could recall.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, walking to him under a blanket of stars that seemed so far away in his Underworld. “I made myself not think it. It’s much better that way.”

“Camazotz,” Anubis looked the lean bat-like goddess over and gave to her a nod in greeting. “I would ask if you have been well, but gathering from your comment, I suppose you have not.”

“No worse nor better than you, my dear friend,” she answered. “But do not tell the others. People perceive me in a certain way and I’d like to maintain that.”

“We can’t let them know that the Goddess of Sacrifice and Night has a heart, now can we?” Anubis said with a bitter tongue.


“This is going to get worse before it gets better, I assume.”

“I am not a prophet, my friend,” Camazotz said gently, folding her arms across herself and thereby cocooning her body in the thin membrane of her wings. “And without the Fates, there is no aim for anything I suspect.”

“Were you at the Trial?” Anubis asked, offering his clay carafe of wine to her.

“You looked so handsome,” she accepted the wine, dipping her blood-seeking tongue into the mouth of the jar. As she lapped up the drink, beads of wine burst on her taste buds and ran down her throat like veins as she swallowed, then she would dip her tongue back into the jug. “And yet so troubled.” She added between sips.

“Well then,” Anubis held out his hand for the jug. “Who do you suspect committed the deed?”

“I have my suspicions.”

The ridge over Anubis’ eye raised. “Mm?”

“Eris of course.”

“I imagine Athena already came to that conclusion and then dispelled it somehow.” Anubis took another pull of wine, wobbling slightly as he did so.

“Did you see Eris at the Trial?”

Anubis thought for a moment, eyes losing focus as the scene played itself in his memory. “Not that I can recall.” He answered, in a distant tone.

“While her absence does not automatically make her guilty, it does raise questions.”

“And more to the point,” Anubis said. “I haven’t the faintest clue what could kill a God, save for stagnation. But even then, we just sort of fade away into obscurity. We would not end up in our realms of Death.”

Camazotz observed him, the intense yet far away stare in his eyes, the way he was looking past the horizon and into nothing. “You are afraid.”

“And rightfully so.” Anubis asserted. To that, Camazotz gave a gentle exhale.

“My dear, beloved friend Anubis,” she said gently, taking his long muzzled face in her hands. His short fur was like silk to her sunken eyes. She once again took the wine from his hand, and put it’s opening to his mouth, letting the sweet, intoxicating drink slip down his throat and spill out his mouth and down his chest. “Everything will be as it will be. There is nothing any of us can do to slow or stop it. Yet in the end, we will prevail. We will win.”

She tilted his head downward slightly and unrolled her long tongue, stroking it affectionately down the ridge crown of Anubis’ skull from eyes to the nape of his neck.

Here is the list of participants to the June Blog Chain:
LadyMage: and direct link to her post
FreshHell: and direct link to her post
Collectonian: and direct link to her post
Aimee Laine: and direct link to her post
AuburnAssassin: and direct link to her post
Lyra Jean: and direct link to her post
Aheïla: and direct link to her post
ArcticFox: and direct link to her post
Fokker Aeroplanbau: and direct link to his post
Alpha Echo: and direct link to her post
xcomplex: and direct link to her post
CScottMorris: and direct link to his post
egoodlett: and direct link to her post
Lilain: and direct link to her post
defyalllogic: and direct link to her post
*RomanceWriter*: and direct link to her post
IrishAnnie: and direct link to her post
CowgirlPoet: and direct link to her post
(ME!) AnarchicQ:

Friday, 11 June 2010

About Books

Last book that you read: I'm currently reading Blindness, but the last book I finished reading was Keeping Faith by Jodi Pocoult. I liked it, probably my favorite of hers that I read, though I related to My Sister's Keeper more.

Last book that you bought: I purchased The Lovely Bones for my sister for Christmas. I read it after she did.

Last book that you disliked: Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult. I couldn't feel sympathy for anyone, the relationships were forced and everyone was a weepy child or a lost, whiny adult. Jordan and his family was cool though.

Last book you read that made you excited about something: Umm...Let the Right One In. That is how a vampire love story should be written.

Last book that made you cry: Books don't make me cry, but I did cry while reading the final issue of The Maxx yeeeaaaars ago.

Last book that made you laugh, hard: DooM: Hell on Earth. It still wasn't as bad as the first book but...oh my.

Last book that you recommended to someone else: House of Leaves. Everyone needs to read this book.

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