An interpretation found elsewhere: At #0, the Fool is the card of infinite possibilities. The bag on the staff indicates that he has all he needs to do or be anything he wants, he has only to stop and unpack. He is on his way to a brand new beginning. But the card carries a little bark of warning as well. Stop daydreaming and fantasizing and watch your step, lest you fall and end up looking the fool.
My interpretation: This is a card of new beginnings. The seeker has unlimited potential and the power to shape their destiny, but also needs to be aware of their surroundings, both physical and situational.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
An Open Letter
Dear people on a certain friends list...
Yeah, I might have more luxuries than y'all did when you were my age, but y'all don't have nearly the amount of stupid problems I have. Y'all don't have a stupid fear of speaking your minds at the perceived risk of losing dear friends for doing so. You don't get made to feel like you're just being a stupid, whiney brat on a regular basis. What makes this all the harder for me is that I can't bring myself to talk to you over private message, because I am terrified that you will decide that I'm being a royal bitch and not worth your time.
I know I shouldn't feel that way, but years of having to walk on eggshells around people all the fucking time have taken a toll on me. I only have... maybe two or three people who I don't feel like I have to put on airs around. I wish it was more than that, and that y'all could be on that list. I really do. I enjoy talking to all of you, but I hate that I'm so scared of pissing all of you off. You deserve so much more than that from me. I do respect you. I'm just scared to death of speaking my mind about how I feel, because of past comments. I can't bring myself to tell some of you that I don't like it when you tell me how 'good' I have it.
Wondering why I even bother some days,
-Den
Yeah, I might have more luxuries than y'all did when you were my age, but y'all don't have nearly the amount of stupid problems I have. Y'all don't have a stupid fear of speaking your minds at the perceived risk of losing dear friends for doing so. You don't get made to feel like you're just being a stupid, whiney brat on a regular basis. What makes this all the harder for me is that I can't bring myself to talk to you over private message, because I am terrified that you will decide that I'm being a royal bitch and not worth your time.
I know I shouldn't feel that way, but years of having to walk on eggshells around people all the fucking time have taken a toll on me. I only have... maybe two or three people who I don't feel like I have to put on airs around. I wish it was more than that, and that y'all could be on that list. I really do. I enjoy talking to all of you, but I hate that I'm so scared of pissing all of you off. You deserve so much more than that from me. I do respect you. I'm just scared to death of speaking my mind about how I feel, because of past comments. I can't bring myself to tell some of you that I don't like it when you tell me how 'good' I have it.
Wondering why I even bother some days,
-Den
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Internet stuff.
█████ ██ █ ████ everything ███ █████ is█████ ████ ████ fine ████ ███ █ ██████ love █████ ███████ ███ your █████ ████ government.
http://mashable.com/2012/01/17/sopa-dangerous-opinion/
http://mashable.com/2012/01/17/sopa-dangerous-opinion/
Monday, January 2, 2012
50 Posts and A Review
Wow, 50 posts.... I know I prolly should have reached this back in 2011, but oh well.... 2012 started with me getting a kiss from a very lovely lady, aka Angel Shinigami, at midnight. Totally worth being crowded in like sardines at a nightclub we went to for the NYE event.
This year, I have resolved to continue working on improving myself, blogging more, trying new things (I make that resolution every year, and so far, it's one of the few I've always kept.), and to work on replacing bad habits with healthier ones.
Anyhoo.... The first review of the year is.... Teavana's "My Morning Mate" tea! In keeping with my "Try new things!" resolution.... I got two ounces of this tea at the Teavana store in Westroads Mall, in Omaha, Nebraska.
This tea is a fragrant, almost chocolaty-smelling concoction. There are flowers in it and what almost looks like dried berries.... I think it smells really nice. It's a basic mate, which is why I chose it as a starting point.
I heated water in a bigger mug and brewed the tea in said mug, before pouring it into a teacup. In the cup, it's a golden brown liquid, and smells just as good as it does in the tin, though I would advise adding sugar or honey, as it doesn't taste as pretty as it smells without some sweetness. And look, you can see the inner rim of my favorite teacup!
The tea itself is almost chocolaty tasting, with an almost vanilla note, and some kind of spice. I'm not quite sure what all goes into making a mate blend, but whatever it is, it's quite good.
And now, a shot of the outside of my favorite teacup. Granted, it's my ONLY teacup at this point, and it was given to me in a gift exchange on a Steampunk forum that I frequent... It originally held a candle. I don't brew my tea in it, since I don't own a proper kettle, instead heating water in a coffee mug in the microwave. Because my mug has silver paint, I can't put it in the microwave, but that's alright.
Overall, "My Morning Mate" is flavorful, smells pleasant, and would be a wonderful way to start each morning. It gets:
Thumbs up! The Den Seal of Approval!
This year, I have resolved to continue working on improving myself, blogging more, trying new things (I make that resolution every year, and so far, it's one of the few I've always kept.), and to work on replacing bad habits with healthier ones.
Anyhoo.... The first review of the year is.... Teavana's "My Morning Mate" tea! In keeping with my "Try new things!" resolution.... I got two ounces of this tea at the Teavana store in Westroads Mall, in Omaha, Nebraska.
This tea is a fragrant, almost chocolaty-smelling concoction. There are flowers in it and what almost looks like dried berries.... I think it smells really nice. It's a basic mate, which is why I chose it as a starting point.
I heated water in a bigger mug and brewed the tea in said mug, before pouring it into a teacup. In the cup, it's a golden brown liquid, and smells just as good as it does in the tin, though I would advise adding sugar or honey, as it doesn't taste as pretty as it smells without some sweetness. And look, you can see the inner rim of my favorite teacup!
The tea itself is almost chocolaty tasting, with an almost vanilla note, and some kind of spice. I'm not quite sure what all goes into making a mate blend, but whatever it is, it's quite good.
And now, a shot of the outside of my favorite teacup. Granted, it's my ONLY teacup at this point, and it was given to me in a gift exchange on a Steampunk forum that I frequent... It originally held a candle. I don't brew my tea in it, since I don't own a proper kettle, instead heating water in a coffee mug in the microwave. Because my mug has silver paint, I can't put it in the microwave, but that's alright.
Overall, "My Morning Mate" is flavorful, smells pleasant, and would be a wonderful way to start each morning. It gets:
Thumbs up! The Den Seal of Approval!
Friday, December 30, 2011
Mourning
About an hour and a half ago, my uncle called with some bad news.... My cousin, Joe, passed away about two days ago from a heart attack.... The police found his body earlier tonight. It only really started sinking in when I started letting people know why I might be going silent for a few days....
I deal with grief by doing a lot of crying. Most of the time, it's in private, but sometimes, it's around people. In this case, since The Sib and the parents are also grieving, I've had to isolate myself from them. I just need time to myself so I can focus and cope. I will check facebook and the like, I prolly won't be responding 'till I work through the emotions. I internalize a lot, and with emotions like grief, I have to work them through before I can move on.
In time, the pain and shock will fade, but for now, I'm taking things as they come. One by one, day by day... that's all I can do right now.
I deal with grief by doing a lot of crying. Most of the time, it's in private, but sometimes, it's around people. In this case, since The Sib and the parents are also grieving, I've had to isolate myself from them. I just need time to myself so I can focus and cope. I will check facebook and the like, I prolly won't be responding 'till I work through the emotions. I internalize a lot, and with emotions like grief, I have to work them through before I can move on.
In time, the pain and shock will fade, but for now, I'm taking things as they come. One by one, day by day... that's all I can do right now.
Friday, December 23, 2011
iDerp
Yes, it has been quite some time since I last posted. I had a minor bout of insanity, and have been busy helping get the house ready for the visit by the Sib and the Sib's girlfriend. Add into that attempting to work on two big cosplays (One of which I have yet to get the materials for, due to lack of big boxes) for SavCon, and general family drama..... Yeah.... Big bundle of stress and insanity. Plus, I really didn't feel like I had anything terribly profound to say on here.... I also happen to have the Steampunk Masquerade at the end of the month, so I'm working on getting an outfit and mask ready for that....
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
This is sheer win. And deliciosity.
This makes me all kinds of happy. The amount of detail is awesome, and there's even a wee ickle gingerbread Luke dangling from a licorice rope. XD
http://geektyrant.com/news/2011/11/29/gingerbread-at-at-looks-delicious.html
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
NaNoWriMo
This is why I have been silent with the witty snark this month.
Edit: I should've edited this yesterday after I did what I did, but at about 11:20 PM, I crossed the 50K finish line after a mad sprint to write the remaining 3K or so.... I ended up crossing the finish line and not finishing the story, so for the next few weeks, I'mma be working on the story off and on and getting it finished so I can get it printed out, edited by a friend of mine who loves editing stuff, and published. I'll likely be trying to find someone to carry the story for sale, if I don't just go and self-publish and sell through my Etsy account.
This has been an epic month. I'm glad I'm done writing for NaNoWriMo though.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
feeling sick to my stomach
Why is it that when I decide that I want to try and make things work with my parents, and that I want to trust them, they go and pull shit like what they did yesterday evening?
I have my grades and other educational information set so that a limited number of people have permission to access it. Amongst those I have excluded this year are my parents, because I wanted to start holding myself accountable for my actions in school, instead of having to answer to them every time I fuck up. They went behind my back and accessed my information somehow. I'm not pissed that they saw that I'm having trouble in a few classes, I'm pissed that they went behind my back to get that information, when they had no right to be accessing it in the first place.
Yes, I know I still live under their damn roof. Do NOT try and argue that point with me. I want to be able to trust them, but if they're pulling shit like that, it shows me that yet again, I have no reason to trust anyone I'm related to by law. I keep trying to not hate them. I keep trying to work things out with them. But until they are willing to try and meet me half way, I am unable to bring myself to not feel feelings of despair and hatred towards them. I do not like feeling that way towards anyone... Especially not the people who raised me.
I have my grades and other educational information set so that a limited number of people have permission to access it. Amongst those I have excluded this year are my parents, because I wanted to start holding myself accountable for my actions in school, instead of having to answer to them every time I fuck up. They went behind my back and accessed my information somehow. I'm not pissed that they saw that I'm having trouble in a few classes, I'm pissed that they went behind my back to get that information, when they had no right to be accessing it in the first place.
Yes, I know I still live under their damn roof. Do NOT try and argue that point with me. I want to be able to trust them, but if they're pulling shit like that, it shows me that yet again, I have no reason to trust anyone I'm related to by law. I keep trying to not hate them. I keep trying to work things out with them. But until they are willing to try and meet me half way, I am unable to bring myself to not feel feelings of despair and hatred towards them. I do not like feeling that way towards anyone... Especially not the people who raised me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)