Stolen!

Feb. 20th, 2008 01:54 pm
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A quick summary of me (stealed from [livejournal.com profile] arachne8x):
33 going on 34.

Grew up in North Branford, CT but born in New Haven, CT.

Fluent in English, smattering of French, currently studying Homeric Greek.

Nearly 100% Italian - father is all Italian, mother is 75%, with some German and Irish.

Schooled publicly until college, then started studying Physics at WPI. Eventually switched to Computer Science.

Longest relationship was 4.5 years, ended in a broken engagement in 1999. Have since been alternately single and dating sporadically; current relationship is longest one since then (1 year!). [polyamorous]

Working as a consultant for Robert Half Technology, sourced to Plus One Holdings.

Leo, spiritual, anti-religious.

Very fond of cats.

Rapturous lover of preparing and eating food; most fond of pizza, wine, cheese, and chocolate.

Ambitions to get a tattoo (maybe a depiction of Quetzalcoatl).

LARPer and LARP GM/creator.

Comic book collector (approximately 5,000).

Gamer (board, card, video, miniature, role-playing, ANYTHING).

Writer (mainly poetry and short fiction).

Aspiring artist.

A 300 Haiku

Mar. 6th, 2007 09:19 am
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heads soar through the air
blood spatters everywhere
that dude's leg came off!!
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It's looking to me like I'd be lucky to get $0.25 a word around these parts. Let's presume that I am fortunate enough to get this rate... in order to live at my desired comfort level, I have to make $1000.00 a week.

So... 4000 words. That's four big pieces a week, sixteen a month. That's cake, I can do that no problem... but where to get the work? And who'll pay?
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I submitted a piece of flash (some of you may remember it) to a dark fiction and poetry blog called "Halving a Baby" - it's been accepted, and is posted today!
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'You Old People Better Get Down With It, Or We're Going To Soylent Green Your Asses,' Writes Blogger

In a bold move at 10:12a.m. today, notable Generation X blogger Hammy McSmythe posted an entry in his Blogspot electronic diary indicating that people over the age of 50 need to "ingest a clue" or "face the consequences." This of course in response to the shutdown of the city of New Haven and the mobilization of National Guard forces in response to the discovery of a rubber ducky in the shape of Mr. T left on the curb of Wooster Street.

"We're sick and tired of these whiny Baby Boomer bitches jumping any time they see something 'suspicious'. Every time a new episode of 24 airs on FOX, it feeds their need to be scared. ZOMGWTF!! What's wrong with these paranoid pussies?"

U.S. Representative Dick Hunt (D-MA) was quoted earlier this morning at a press conference: "The person or persons responsible for this heinous terrorist hoax will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. I will also be pursuing new legislation that will impose a mandatory 11 year jail sentence for anyone responsible for making me dirty my underwear."

Mary Wootenstein of West Haven was scared shitless. "WHAT THE HELL?? Who wouldn't be afraid of a thing like that? I mean, just look at it, it's obviously some kind of bomb!" A nearby man who overheard Mary's comment shouted: "BOMB?? OH MY GOD WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!"


This photo of the suspicious object was taken yesterday afternoon

McSmythe posted the very same photo in his own journal two weeks ago, when he first discovered the rubber duck and remarked days later that nobody had touched the thing, and found the whole situation humorous. His amusement quickly turned to revulsion when he discovered that the six hours he had spent in traffic evacuating the city were due to hysteria caused by the object.

McSmythe continued: "I swear, I cannot wait for these Baby Boomers to start dying off. How can they not understand the cultural zeitgeist that has produced the Mr. T Rubber Ducky? Are they really that insular and out of touch? Well, my Social Security taxes are paying for their sorry elderly asses! When they're all infirm and bedridden in the next 20 years, they're going to be looking for me to nurse them into their graves - well, they can forget it!!"
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[INT. PARTY - loud music, everyone's having a good time]

[Pan in to KITCHEN, to average looking guy at the fridge. He grabs a BRAND X BEER, and looks around for a bottle opener. He's confused, can't find one, and reaches for his friend.]

GUY 1: "Hey man, where's the bottle opener?"

[GUY 2 is a fairly beefy guy, wears a muscle shirt.]

GUY 2: "Hey, no sweat. I've been working out."

[GUY 2 turns sideways to face SL, butt facing GUY 1. GUY 2 jams the beer bottle up his own butt. GUY 2 begins straining, and starts to grunt like a weightlifter.]

[Jump cut to GUY 2's face. His expression is one of GREAT EXERTION.]

GUY 2: "AARRRRGHH!!"

[The bottle opens with a satisfying hiss. GUY 2 smiles and hands the beer back to his friend. GUY 1 has an expression of ABSOLUTE HORROR.]

GUY 2: "What, don't you want it...?"

[TAGLINE (WITH VO): "BRAND X BEER - DON'T SHARE WITH ANYONE"]
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"Violence is not the answer!"

"You're right; violence is the question. YES is the answer..."
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[livejournal.com profile] _de_profundis_

Out of the deep, the nightmares come...
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leaves are now falling
soon we will enter Winter
much too long 'til Spring

Ah well

Aug. 31st, 2002 09:20 am
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The first round of the WotC setting search is done... they picked 11 submissions, which I was sadly not among.

When I first entered the search, I thought to myself: "even if I don't get picked, I'm still going to write the 10 page treatment and 100 page bible". I think I should probably still do that, though at the time I was lacking for things to do, and I'm certainly not lacking for them now between the musical and work stuffs.

Rejection is always tough, no matter what form it comes in.

Onward and upward...

Moments

Aug. 28th, 2002 09:08 am
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Last night, I left work in Billerica at about 7:30 or so, and I walked into a majestic sunset. There were pink and purple clouds stretched thin across the top of the sky, and they were scalloped and ragged in parts - like a knitted blanket, with a pattern of rhomboid holes woven into the air. And the holes where the sky came through were a deep, rich cyan as clear and perfect as anything.

Near the horizon, where the colors approached a darker maroon, another stretch of clouds were strewn with bright orange filaments... thin wires of a deep amber bunched together, as if they were burning embers stacked on top of the world.

I couldn't help watching it. I stood there, leaning on my car, for a good five minutes while the scene grew darker and darker. I felt an impulse to chase the sunset, but I knew there was no way I could catch up to it - I had to enjoy it now, had to watch it from the parking lot... because it would soon be gone. And I thought to myself: now is the perfect moment. And every moment is also the perfect moment, and all I have to do is be there and take it all in. Every single moment of life is an event, an instantaneous epiphany that should be savored to the fullest.

Right now, as I'm typing this, I'm watching a fly trapped in the window in front of me. He's half an inch long, an enormous bug. He keeps rubbing his legs together in an almost obsessive compulsive way. And he's got these bulgy red eyes... I think he's watching me. Maybe he has the same awe of life that I do...
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O sweet Hostess Fruit Pie,
how I doth covet thee
your flaky, sugary crust ensorcels me
and
your unnaturally purple blueberry filling beguiles me
but why, o why, sweet pie, if you please...
why must you contain
480 calories...?

(coming soon, Ode to Frozen Combination Pizza from the Vending Machine)
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Second rehearsal for the musical tonight - our director was in low spirits, she hardly got any sleep at all this past weekend. Things are still really fast and loose... we still don't really know anything about music, or blocking, or choreography. And the production really needs a stage manager.

Three rehearsals next week, so things will really be starting in earnest next Monday. I have seven days left, and then I have to be off book. I noticed that Ken, our male lead, has already got a good handle on his lines in the first act; and that makes me want to try just an eensy bit harder than I have been. Also, there are a lot of good singing talents in the cast... and it's been a long time since I've really sung myself. I'm a little worried that my less than stellar vocals might drag things down a bit. :/

I've also got a week left to finish up my writing project for Chad, and I'm only about halfway done there. Probably about 12-15 more hours of work; I have to make sure I put the time in for that. The cash from that will be a welcome bonus, even though it's really paying dirt wages. (I mean geez, four cents a word, hoo boy...)

The quest for changing my style also continues. Tonight's exciting suggestions included get piercings of various sorts in various places, getting a tatoo, and the usual change hair/change beard ideas. One change I'm actively considering right now though is getting contacts. That's a relatively easy one to do, and I think that'd be a good place to start (I do want to get that laser eye surgery one of these days).

And man, it is WAY too hot. I hate this weather. I really, really, really want it to not be 90 degrees and humid. Fall can't come fast enough.

memory

Aug. 1st, 2002 11:09 pm
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A touch of love, imbued with the energy of a passion unfettered. Fingers that lightly draw trails across skin, tickling the tiny hairs like a gentle breeze... but these chills are not from the cold. They are born in heat, in the fire sparked between fingertip and gooseflesh.

Would that I could dive deeply into your eyes once more. If only those moments of union could have stretched out to infinity and back... but I would even settle for feeling that sweet caress of our joining just one more time. Just once.

I will always remember you.
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Guess I've been a bit lax with my journal keeping, hm?

I'm so awful at everyday writing. I keep thinking that there aren't enough mundane things happening to me to keep up anyone's interest level.

Recent goods:
Massage. I heart julz. Sushi! Housemates on vacation - late night company and getting to do some cooking of my own. Made some very yummy pizza. Making strides with my writing; I actually have a paying gig! And of course I sent in my one page entry to the WotC fantasy setting proposal contest... cross your fingers for me.

Recent bads:
Work related stress, not much new there. General malaise, punctuated by shouting. I'm not a shouter, but I shout back when shouted at, damn it! And at what point did I end up becoming my mom's only friend and confidante? It's amazing how roles reverse as you get older... I'm not sure I want to be the parent though. They aren't children for crying out loud, they just like to act like it sometimes. :-P
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I see it coming
from the corner of my eye
horizon of spring
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the crystalline trees
sway back and forth in the wind
their branches break off
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glittering snowflakes
trapped in the glowing streetlight
suspended in air
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A heart breaking feels
like an emptiness inside
so full of nothing

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