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modaya:: 10/31/2001 For the eve of the saints, I'm listening to Nicola Alesini and Pier Luigi Andreoni's CD Marco Polo. It was sitting around the house until I found it and took it back to my room. Never to escape.
First Blood
Question: what am I talking about? I got a new notebook today. A present from Noor. It figures that it is made in france and then marketted in America. But thanks to her always. I guess I was a bit bitchy about her commenting on vampire chat groups. Not that I disagree, but it seemed to be my fault. As if anything is ever my fault. modaya:: 10/27/2001 Noor's being so... HERSELF! She makes me self conscious when she does that. I was sending her a message, calling her Droll, and I wasn't sure how to spell it, so I looked it up... dictionary.com as per usual. And found something very cool: See? GOBLIN! I just don't get it.... Why do I get all the wankers? From: Black Immortal *vampier@pacbell.net* The first to answer my calling... Leifea. She journeyed across the country to come to me , on her own, despite being only 13 years, to escape the poor enslaved existence she was trapped in and now because of the great laws of this land is being forcibly returned to the same existence she tried to so valiantly to escape. Her life remains in peril and I am frustrated beyond belief. We developed a close relationship through e-mails and upon meeting it was as though we had always known one another. Betrayed by a ÒChristianÓ Judas her life is shattered and mine shaken. I will not be silent and I will not cease my endeavors until she is safe and free. There are many like her and the time has come to offer sanctuary. Because of our laws however, only those 18 or older are free to make their own choices. Otherwise they must for their own ÒprotectionÓ be forced to attend a good Christian school not public, where they can learn and memorize scriptures, fairytales and hypocrisy. They can live with parents who are alcoholics, druggies and pathetic as examples and educators. They can be taught a lesson and put on probation, have their pentagrams taken away with their black clothing and incense. Forced to go to church, have no privacy, get their rooms searched and CDÕs taken away, along with books that are not ÒcleanÓ and ÒwholesomeÓ in the view of the most bloody organization man has ever created... the church. If you feel as I let me know... if not then please do not contact me except to ask to be removed from my list. ÒIgnorance is all around us and it is killing our youth and destroying our future. Our ÒChristianÓ leaders are no different than the Taliban in their radical out of touch views of who and what we are. I curse them all.Ó The Black Immortal sempiternus venatus modaya:: 10/26/2001 I'm just following Danny this week. I can't believe I got this 28% geek. Just because I've gone 3 days without a shower and cried over losing my virginity? WHat's a Ween?
Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com! :: by Sarah Smiles :: no 6644207 :: 0 comments I tripped over Save Your Site from Spambots while link hopping. "Make sure that your users don't reply to spam. Asking to be removed from junk mail lists only confirms that a given address is valid." Hmmm... words to live by. This is cool, and useable by neofights such as I: modaya:: 10/25/2001 Danny took the Personality Disorder test, so I did too. I'm not quite sure what to make of it, aside from assuming that no matter what you do, you'll come out looking like a freak. Though of course, some go in looking like a freak.
:: by Sarah Smiles :: no 6616028 :: 0 comments modaya:: 10/21/2001 Meinfelder.com - How did I get here is the question I just asked myself. But I blame Metagrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl. One question: why are all these people in the 'bay area'? Like, er, hmmm. HAVEN'T YOU GOT SOMEWHERE BETTER TO GO? Like move in to the hovel across the street? Two windows draped in white crepe shed cream shadows. Lover's red wound flows desire through ripe split lips. modaya:: 10/20/2001 Heather on Thraxil asked about halloween. Favorite halloween film? The wicker man. modaya:: 10/19/2001 When east meets west. Would that it happened. When the blood of my heart burns on the soul of your fire modaya:: 10/17/2001 I had an MP3, and now the lyrics of gang of four's tune Anthrax[had to remove the MP3. I'm at quota.]. Woke up this morning desperation a.m. modaya:: 10/15/2001 On another note: on same CNN International segment, "America attacks terrorism with rolls of toilet paper!" interviewed the owner of makempay.com who refused to have his name/face shown on CNN, because of security. Now, with OSX, and my minimal skills, I found his name, addy, phone number. James Martin Enterprises, Inc. (MAKEMPAY5-DOM) Domain Name: MAKEMPAY.COM Administrative Contact: Record last updated on 01-Oct-2001. Domain servers in listed order: NS1.INTERNET-DNS.NET 208.238.102.2 modaya:: 10/14/2001 Just what I need. CNN international. A USA plane is forced to make an emergency landing because strange 'middle eastern' men were talking not-english in the back seats. Turns out they were Jews praying. I'm ashamed to be american!:: by Sarah Smiles :: no 6332067 :: 0 comments I got a nice post from JN: "i love your site. do you get many hits? i soo need to work on mine. you may be a vampire, but you look like a nice kind of vampire.... spose the undead dont have happy thoughts though... do they?" Which made me smile. I'm the happiest post-human, or posthumous human, I know. I'm not telling what I'm doing, as someone, something, everyone will just laugh. What I'm reading actually. But suffice it to say that love abounds amond the hounds a fucking hallmark cards. modaya:: 10/13/2001 Moderately long blog And that bloody thing was caked with every one of my botched cooking experiments. Luckily I don't have to eat it. But *someone* complained that everything was starting to come out smelling like roast chicken, including pies. I don't make the pies, so I got away blaming the baker for a while. But it really smelled great, just too much of a single food type. So night is the night. As usual, everyone took off for the weekend or evening. I was able to slap The Catherine Wheel on the good stereo in the main room, and get to work scrubbing. Two boxes of baking powder and a destroyed wire brush later... I'm covered with black flecks and grey sludge and the kitchen is only slightly better, in a nice chaotic hemisphere about me. You could almost identify a ovencleaning shadow about me, but I figit so. Cleaning the kitchen is nothing. Millions of years old, the floor predates indoor plumbing, and I think that the best way to clean it is to just hose it down and push everything out the back door on the flood. I will never live otherwise, though I don't really feel the need to have a kitchen as part of my life. I guess that's why I blog about domestic stuff so much. I really do. I talk about it more than is natural. There's something in the kitchen that really catches my mind and imagination. I guess it has always been such a foreign part of my existence, yet so central to the lives of so many other women. I never grew up in the kitchen. My aunt and cousins did, but I just hadn't really bonded with her like that. I didn't want to do what mommy did. I was old enough to know that 'mommy' was gone,and Auntie just wasn't fulfilling that sort of roll. Books books books... so many I can't remember, and endless scribbling, or later running through the old farm next to our part of town... one that they later turned into a park. iI remember crawling around all the earth moving equipment when they started to transform my beautiful farm into just another county park. So I wa more likely to come home muddied and covered with hydrolic fluid in time to smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen; leaving me with a vague sense of expectation and regret every time. It was something I should do, but something that was just not part of me, in any sense. My aunt understood, and never pushed me to participate, nor excluded me from the fruits of their labors. I think she sensed that I was like my mother... more motorbikes than domesticity. But that wasn't true. I just never figured out how to fit myself into their rhythms of kitchen, so I had to find my own rhythms. Though even in the winters or when I had homework to do, I'd sit in the kitchen doing my homework or reading, while they chatted about everything and did whatever they were doing at the time. And watching them was almost like reading a book. But now, over here, being who I am now. Somehow the kitchen is the most concrete link that I have to the living and life itself. Some mensch has the temerity to say I look like patty hurst. Who the hell is she? modaya:: 10/12/2001
Well. there's one. Just a test. My stupid scanner. :: by Sarah Smiles :: no 6296755 :: 0 comments I can't upload pictures. Don't ask me why. I might tell you. Wired's Fighting Evil Hackers With Bucks notes one government official recommendation is to use Macs to improve security: "Rep. Vernon Ehlers (R-Michigan) offered his own suggestion for improving America's computer security: Use a Mac. 'I own a Macintosh. I got through Y2K -- I didn't even think about it. And I've never had any problems with viruses. Maybe there's a lesson to be learned.' modaya:: 10/10/2001 [Make voice like Parisian bimbo trying to pick up one of my crew earlier this evening.] There was a cinema in Pakistan that was burned down for showing hollywood movies. I wonder if Hollywood's willing to help pay for the reconstruction. I'm so purplexed. Check it out modaya:: 10/7/2001 This site, badasschick, just confused me. I guess I don't spend enough time on the net. Not. I don't shy away from porn, though it doesn't interest me. We've had enough sex industry ex-workers, and some workers, come through the house from time to time, for me to get over my mid-west puritan sensibilities, and I've seen way worse IRL than I'll ever see on the net. But is badasschick about sex, porn, self expression, confusion, construction, comisseration, exploration, exploitation or titillation? I could say it is whatever you make it, but what's the point. All things are not equal, and I guess I'll have look at more camera sites, but the link i took to the page was benign, then I thought I'd tripped onto a porn site, but then it was just apparently voyeuristic. I was actually asked, for a change, to join a blog webring by someone named lady orion (I swear I read Lady Onion the first 3 times). modaya:: 10/4/2001 Sainte UberKewl! I've done the undoable. Exorcised the unexercising. Ok, next year we can buy our own domain NoorSarah or something. But for now, we got www.sarahsmiles.com/noor. And I'm too happy for words. Of course, if beth would only write, we'd be a trio again. modaya:: 10/1/2001 Bah. I had a thought. I'd accept sponsors for poems. If anyone wanted to sponsor a poem, I'd accept any amount, and forever, they'd be the official sponsor of the poem. It would give no rights, but an honest sense of participation. Great idea on paper. And it would be fun,and wouldn't cost much or make much money. I even got someone to cover the credit card thingy, since I don't have one. I don't know if it is a good idea in terms of how paypal works. It takes lots of money from people to do international amounts. That's way too much. Suggestions? I'm chatting with a polite chap, the well known author of Shortgoth's heap of shit, as he so quaintly puts his erudite online locale of insight and wisdom. I'm beyond boredom. I'm depressed. Full blown, hell bent for perkadens, sell the baby and the kids I'm never coming home depresssssed. "About what?" you ask? Who knows. The lack of rain in spain? |
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