Scatology: Liberating the Masses, One Lewd Public Act at a Time

Derek Reese?

2008-03-20T02:05:04Z

So, I'm loving The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I'm especially loving Derek Reese. Sure, when I first saw Brian Austin Green, I had a WTF moment. I mean, 90210 boy can't act, right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. The crush I have on this character may surpass the crush I have on Dean Winchester. That is some serious crushing, just to be clear.

On Brian Austin Green, for God's sake. What's wrong with me?

kyria @ 2007-08-27T16:36:00

2007-08-27T20:36:54Z

Thunder clouds roll across the sky in black and blue lines as I climb. Lifting a heavy legs up the steep ascent, a cramp twinges through my neck, and I stumble to my hands and knees. Palms scuff the rough-hewn stairs carved into the curved sandstone cliffs, and I lick my lips as a light mist falls over me. Moving at a snails pace, my hand catches the camel colored stoned, some of it crumbling under my weight as I struggle up. I glance over the edge, unable to see the ground below through the thick fog swirling in the distance. Anxiety washes over me, as I grab a piece of broken rock and with trembling hands drop it.

No sound echoes back. Shuddering, I continue carefully. The side of my neck twinges again, but I ignore it as I pull myself forward. Only a few feet left, and I’ll be at the top of the stairs. I crawl to the top and collapse forward. My breath comes in a hard rush as I look around the flat green field stretching out in front of me. Off to the far left stands a lone oak. The tree’s ancient limbs seem to bend at odd angles, almost as if the new growth had tried to twist off in an effort to get away. The old oak held on, though, securing the new to it with the strength of its will.

Under the shade of the giant tree, stands a small apple-cheeked boy and a large grey Elephant. The boy has The Elephant’s trunk held steady in one hand as he squints inside. His mouth puckers into a pout as he rears back, rubs his eye with a small fist and leans in for another look. He runs a small perfect hand over his bright white tee-shirt and slides it inside his navy short’s pocket pulling out a hankie. He reaches up and puts the hankie to the Elephant’s nose.

“Blow,” he demands in a childish voice. The Elephant complies, the sound of Her trumpeting call fills the air, echoing against the sky as the boy grabs the Elephant’s trunk and peers in again.

“What are you doing?”

The boy blinks, glancing away from the Elephant to give me a brief, disgusted look. “I’m trying to see inside, you imbecile.”

I fight the urge to do something malicious as The Elephant turns and frowns.

“Everyone learns in their own way.”

The voice is a deep throbbing bass and I realize The Elephant is speaking. Glancing my way, Her eyes bloodshot, I gap at Her bit. I'm pretty sure I’ve heard That Voice before.

“You couldn’t send a burning bush?”

There is a quick quirk of the Elephant’s mouth, and I’d swear She's smirking at me. She shakes off the boy’s hand and raises Her trunk letting out a sound that shakes the ground. I shrug. It's not like I'm in the position to judge.

Tropical Storm Dean

2007-08-15T00:29:40Z

There is something sexy about that. Mmmm' Dean.

Wow.

2007-08-14T13:30:48Z

School is back in session in the deep south. The temperature during the last week was a mere 107, and I feel for the youth of today having to return to that sort of heat while most of the school air conditioning units are broken down. Kinda makes a girl wonder about the adults planning for the school year. Did they forget it was hot? And school was starting? Anyway, I'm sure it is difficult to concentrate when going into a coma from heat stroke. Poor kids.

In other news, yesterday I drove my nephew to the airport after he spent two weeks at our home. It went pretty well from my point of view. He did sleep a lot, but he also decided to start taking his medication again. I hope he continues. Otherwise, I don't see his first year of college going very well. Not because he can't do the work, but because he sleeps about fifteen hours a day when he isn't on his meds. I don't think anyone can really be successful when they are only awake nine hours a day. At anything. Except sleeping. I could be wrong, but I don't think so.

kyria @ 2007-08-05T16:53:00

2007-08-05T21:00:34Z

I'm blocked like a muther-fucker today. I need someone in a fic to die, and I'm unable to kill them. It just won't come. The bastard won't die!!!

So, yeah. Killing in fiction is harder than I thought.

Happy Sunday.

kyria @ 2007-08-04T18:56:00

2007-08-04T23:00:54Z

Wow. I'm tired. Spent the day with my nephew killing zombies at the arcade. My trigger finger my have a wee blister on it. Not that I'm complaining. The alternative, losing to zombies, isn't tolerable. I need my brains.

kyria @ 2007-07-24T21:59:00

2007-07-25T02:11:33Z

Sometimes, my mind becomes peaceful and quiet. All those things I cannot control or influence that are falling on me like an avalanche are going to come down whether I worry or not. The upcoming impinging is inevitable, why fuss? Sit back, let go and watch the sky fall. It's gonna be a spectacular impact.

kyria @ 2007-07-24T18:29:00

2007-07-24T22:38:32Z

Like some hyperactive Red Baron, a fly has be dive bombing me all day. It is kind of annoying.

kyria @ 2007-07-22T11:30:00

2007-07-22T15:37:49Z

It is a rainy morning, so B and I are skipping our usual weekend trip to Starbucks. We get a coffee and sit outside shooting the shit for a few hours every Sunday. We've all got rituals.

Begin Again

2007-05-31T13:11:28Z

All right then! It always feels odd to start a new journal. I want to do something different and new, but I am who I am: dorky, shallow with way too much time on my hands. I claimed space over here in an attempt to move away from the crazy that is LJ. Not sure when or how long it will take to migrate and I'll probably be posting at both places for a bit.

So, howdy! Nice to meet you.