me pondering

You know, I'm starting to feel like my book has become somewhat like a bizarre combination of "Lost" and "Ghost Whisperer" with a lot of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" and "Smallville" thrown in. Don't ask me why.

I should not ponder so early on a Monday.

me pondering

You know, I'm starting to feel like my book has become somewhat like a bizarre combination of "Lost" and "Ghost Whisperer" with a lot of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" and "Smallville" thrown in. Don't ask me why.

I should not ponder so early on a Monday.

me pondering

You know, I'm starting to feel like my book has become somewhat like a bizarre combination of "Lost" and "Ghost Whisperer" with a lot of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" and "Smallville" thrown in. Don't ask me why.

I should not ponder so early on a Monday.

Random thought about celebrity news and real life

( People are silly. )

Random thought about celebrity news and real life

( People are silly. )

Random thought about celebrity news and real life

( People are silly. )

laugh and contemplate

The most amusing piece of bullshit I have heard all day -- or read, since it was in a magazine:
"A woman who is five feet should weight 100 pounds. Add five pounds for every inch."
It was very funny. We should? Really? Since when are women "supposed" to weigh exactly what they want us to? I think the women they were speaking of were models.

Adam bought a huge ton of chicken on sale, and I asked if we could have breaded chicken. Except we don't have eggs. Steve is on his way over, and he agreed to pick up eggs. I can't wait. I love breaded chicken legs. Especially when they're a day old. Something about the leftover taste.

Now that Steve is back up from Florida for a while (he does this every year), I will be talking to him and Charlotte seriously about going through a Druid initiation. Adam is still connected to the Druid ways, even though he's sort of rogue, and besides, I love Druidry. Brigit has been coming to me more often lately than the other goddesses. She is there when I start writing. She is in my mind when I wake up with the sun. She is my favorite, really. Fire, strength, healing, creativity, poetry. My connection to her runs deeper than my other deities. There is her fire in my soul, she is the DanaPhoenix muse, she is the light that keeps burning when I think I have gone out.
Adam has joked that it makes sense: He channels Pan more often than not. And Brigit, he says with a smile, is like the flame that Pan dances around.


I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride
The clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside
When in our sight something moved, lightning eyed and cloven hooved
The great god Pan is alive!
He moves amid the modern world in disguise
It's possible to look into his immortal eyes
He's like a man you'd meet anyplace
Until you recognise that ancient face
The great god Pan is alive!
At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm
On the very night that Christ was born
A sailor heard from overhead
A mighty voice cry, "Pan is dead!
So follow Christ as best you can
Pan is dead! Long live Pan!"
From the olden days and up through all the years
From Arcadia to the stone fields of Inisheer
Some say the gods are just a myth
But guess who I've been dancing with?
The great god Pan is alive!
-The Waterboys, "The Return of Pan"

laugh and contemplate

The most amusing piece of bullshit I have heard all day -- or read, since it was in a magazine:
"A woman who is five feet should weight 100 pounds. Add five pounds for every inch."
It was very funny. We should? Really? Since when are women "supposed" to weigh exactly what they want us to? I think the women they were speaking of were models.

Adam bought a huge ton of chicken on sale, and I asked if we could have breaded chicken. Except we don't have eggs. Steve is on his way over, and he agreed to pick up eggs. I can't wait. I love breaded chicken legs. Especially when they're a day old. Something about the leftover taste.

Now that Steve is back up from Florida for a while (he does this every year), I will be talking to him and Charlotte seriously about going through a Druid initiation. Adam is still connected to the Druid ways, even though he's sort of rogue, and besides, I love Druidry. Brigit has been coming to me more often lately than the other goddesses. She is there when I start writing. She is in my mind when I wake up with the sun. She is my favorite, really. Fire, strength, healing, creativity, poetry. My connection to her runs deeper than my other deities. There is her fire in my soul, she is the DanaPhoenix muse, she is the light that keeps burning when I think I have gone out.
Adam has joked that it makes sense: He channels Pan more often than not. And Brigit, he says with a smile, is like the flame that Pan dances around.


I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride
The clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside
When in our sight something moved, lightning eyed and cloven hooved
The great god Pan is alive!
He moves amid the modern world in disguise
It's possible to look into his immortal eyes
He's like a man you'd meet anyplace
Until you recognise that ancient face
The great god Pan is alive!
At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm
On the very night that Christ was born
A sailor heard from overhead
A mighty voice cry, "Pan is dead!
So follow Christ as best you can
Pan is dead! Long live Pan!"
From the olden days and up through all the years
From Arcadia to the stone fields of Inisheer
Some say the gods are just a myth
But guess who I've been dancing with?
The great god Pan is alive!
-The Waterboys, "The Return of Pan"

laugh and contemplate

The most amusing piece of bullshit I have heard all day -- or read, since it was in a magazine:
"A woman who is five feet should weight 100 pounds. Add five pounds for every inch."
It was very funny. We should? Really? Since when are women "supposed" to weigh exactly what they want us to? I think the women they were speaking of were models.

Adam bought a huge ton of chicken on sale, and I asked if we could have breaded chicken. Except we don't have eggs. Steve is on his way over, and he agreed to pick up eggs. I can't wait. I love breaded chicken legs. Especially when they're a day old. Something about the leftover taste.

Now that Steve is back up from Florida for a while (he does this every year), I will be talking to him and Charlotte seriously about going through a Druid initiation. Adam is still connected to the Druid ways, even though he's sort of rogue, and besides, I love Druidry. Brigit has been coming to me more often lately than the other goddesses. She is there when I start writing. She is in my mind when I wake up with the sun. She is my favorite, really. Fire, strength, healing, creativity, poetry. My connection to her runs deeper than my other deities. There is her fire in my soul, she is the DanaPhoenix muse, she is the light that keeps burning when I think I have gone out.
Adam has joked that it makes sense: He channels Pan more often than not. And Brigit, he says with a smile, is like the flame that Pan dances around.


I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride
The clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside
When in our sight something moved, lightning eyed and cloven hooved
The great god Pan is alive!
He moves amid the modern world in disguise
It's possible to look into his immortal eyes
He's like a man you'd meet anyplace
Until you recognise that ancient face
The great god Pan is alive!
At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm
On the very night that Christ was born
A sailor heard from overhead
A mighty voice cry, "Pan is dead!
So follow Christ as best you can
Pan is dead! Long live Pan!"
From the olden days and up through all the years
From Arcadia to the stone fields of Inisheer
Some say the gods are just a myth
But guess who I've been dancing with?
The great god Pan is alive!
-The Waterboys, "The Return of Pan"