Ah, my Old Friend

25 February 2007

It’s been a rough week and I just realized that it’s been a long time since I’ve spent some quality time with my old friend, Rum.

Ah, it’s so nice to catch up.   


10 February 2007

Being a child of the 80’s, I watched a lot of movies when I was little.  Some I remember perfectly and I’ve seen hundreds of times.  The Goonies, The Neverending Story and The Hobbitpretty much defined my chilhood tastes.  And really, not much has changed since then. 

Star Wars was, of course, a constant throughout my life.   

I had a healthy dose of Krull, Red Sonja and The Beastmaster thrown in to prepare me for the “adult” fantasy world.  In other words, there was no possible way that I wasn’t growing up to play RPG’s and go to faire in garb.

There were some movies however that I only saw while very young and for a long time only remembered the most random parts…

There’s a little girl.  And she lives down in the sewers and there’s a big fan.  Dad, what movie is that?  He naturally had no idea what I was talking about.  It wasn’t until years later while watching the movie again that I recognized it:  Aliens.  I didn’t remember the monsters or Ripley.  I remembered Newt hiding in the sewer.

One of my most cherished toys was a little dog-like creature.  It’s joints were silver and it had a face almost like a teddy bear.  I loved it.  I don’t know why or what it was, but I love it.  What was it?  Daggot from the original Battlestar Galactica.

Now this last one, I only very recently uncovered.  I had only a name to go off of…Kuruku.  And I knew that he was a puppet no one loved because I remember making my own out of thread spools and pipe cleaners so I could loved him.  I also knew it was anime.  I have spent years searching for the film and searching online for the name.  Finally I found it…Unico in the Island of Magic.  It is unfortunately very difficult to find and only available on VHS in English.  However, one kind soul has posted it on You Tube and I was able to watch the movie once again.  Once I did, so many  other memories flooded back. 

I’ve finally found Kuruku and with it, a precious piece of my childhood. 

So…It’s been a while.

9 February 2007

It’s been a long while since my last post.  What can I say?  It’s been a hard winter.

So, a long update is in order…

I’ve just started taking German lessons.  Now, I could stop random Germans and tell them who I am, where I’m from and my address and phone number.  Actually, that just sounds a little creepy.  Hopefully in an another month, I’ll be able to have better conversations than that.  It’s a slow process but I’m looking forward to picking up some fluency in the upcoming months. 

I’ve been spending more time writing.  I’m working on several little projects and one rather large one that I can only pray to all the gods I’ll finish.  And I’ve expanded my ventures into fanfiction with a little Lord of the Rings piece.  As always, you can check them out at fanfiction.net. 

Otherwise, there really isn’t much going on.  Sad, I know, but true. 

(I’ve been doing a little better at keeping Gesundheit updated though.  So, if you’re really curious about my goings on in Germany, check there.)     

I can breathe!

22 October 2006

This might not seem exciting to anybody else, but after being stuffed up for two weeks, I’m pretty freakin’ happy about it.  I don’t know what kind of bug I managed to catch, but I haven’t had a cold like that in years. 

Welcome to Europe.  Here, please sample our viruses

Sigh.  I’m just glad it’s over.  I HATE being sick.    

Bishop Fights Back

20 October 2006

One-Eyed Willy is about half the size of Bishop.  That, of course, means that the little runt picks a fight whenever he can.  I’ve gotten used to them chasing each other around the house, up and down the stairs, and when they can’t stop in time, running into walls.  This time, though, Willy got  a bit more than he bargained for…

Don’t worry, Bishop didn’t really take a chunk out of Willy.  It was just a funny moment to catch on film.  (They play around, but they never hurt each other.  I don’t want anybody out there thinking they’re not well taken care of.) 


16 October 2006

Tonight I’ll be staying up til the wee hours of the morning in hopes of catching part of the meteor shower.  It’s been over a year since I’ve live anywhere conducive to seeing anything but the moon in the night sky and I’m looking forward to it.

I used to spend hours outside staring up at the night sky and just watching.  And since I have such great viewing conditions in my little village here, I might just have to start thinking about investing in a decent little telescope again. 

The Orioninds aren’t a bad show.  Usually 20-25 an hour, mostly quickly little ones.  Best view is the 17th-25th from 0100 to 0600 hrs.  It’s worth staying up late (or getting up really early). 

The Sun! It still exists.

4 October 2006

It has been cold and gray and raining nonstop for the last three days here in my little corner of Germany.  After a night of howling wind, it’s finally stopped.  The sun shines again and all is well with the world. 

Pardon me while I go outside and frolic. 

Today’s word is…

29 September 2006


Noun: 1. Lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference. 2. Lack of emotion or feeling; impassiveness.   (Thank you American Heritage Dictionary fourth edition)

Ex.  Apathy can allow a person to get through the day merely by repeating this simple mantra:  I don’t care.  I don’t care.  I. Don’t. Care.

Sigh.  I think now might be a good time to break out Battlefront II.  There are some silly rebels who need to be obliterated tonight.   

Willy says hi

23 September 2006

My little One-Eyed-Willy doesn’t want to leave me alone while I’m trying to type, so I’m just going to let him post and get it out of his system.  🙂

k,mmmrfgtt             glrftdt

Overdosed on Jane Austen and Moulin Rouge

22 September 2006

It’s not a standard disclaimer, but it is a disclaimer of sorts.

The odd combination of watching two versions of Pride & Prejudice and Moulin Rouge in a twenty-four hour period put me into a very introspective sort of mood.  Not quite melancholy, but definitely a bit pensive. 

There is, of course, more to it than just too much time watching movies.  A few months ago I started worrying about a kitten rescued years earlier.  The cat found a home with my ex just before he left me.  It really bugged me not knowing what happened to it, so I decided to ask.

This was a HUGE step for me.  This is my infamous ex.  Everyone has one.  He (or she) is the one who broke you heart, cheated on you, left you for someone else, or some other variant on the theme.  He’s the guy your friends hate out of loyalty to you.  He’s the one who neatly packed a few suitcases of emotional baggage and handed them to you on your way out the door.  THE EX.

I figured it’s been well over half a decade, it’s time to let go of some of that hate and move on with life.  So, I sent an email.  Short, simple, cordial even.  And I got a reply.  Short and simple with a hint of friendly.  The cat is fine and happy in a good home. 

This took away years of wondering what had happened to the poor thing.  I’m glad it has a home.  

But it didn’t really take away the years of hating and hurting.  He was the one who first broke my heart.  Add that to the themes of Jane Austen and Baz Luhrmann and I’m contemplating the nature of love.

I used to believe in it.  Like countless other naive young girls, Love was everything.  It was sweet.  It was pure.  It was ideal and simple.  It was divine perfection.  It’s not true.  But buried deep in my bitter heart, there’s still a little girl who longs for it. 

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

There’s such a profound truth there.  We forget how to love, how to be loved.  And maybe some of us never quite find the way back.  How do you find the way back?  How do you find that ideal you longed for before the world, or an ex, taught you not to?  How do you learn to love?  And perhaps more importantly, how do you learn to let someone love you?

I don’t have the definitive answer.  I don’t know that anyone does.  Maybe part of it is letting go of the hate and hurt of past wounds.  Maybe part of it is looking at the ex and seeing a person instead of THE EX.  The only thing I can do is try and see how it goes.

And in the meantime, I’ll hide my Jane Austen and Moulin Rouge.