Got an injured arm and am not supposed to be typing...but... had to! So here goes!

Okay, heard something a little strange… a commercial for this pay to call cell thingy…Hey, I have no idea what to actually call it. At any rate, to the point. So, on this ad, the announcer says that to learn the secrets of being a great kisser, all you have to do is call. Hmmm, how does that work, I wonder? Can they truly diagnose what is wrong with your kissing technique over the phone and tell you just how to fix it? How? Do you have to kiss the phone for a baseline for this instruction? The ad then went on to say calling could change your whole love life! Be a better lover! Learn the secrets. Whose secrets? And if they know them, are they really secrets? And depending on how many suckers they've conned into calling, it's quite possible that if they ever were secrets, they aren't any more!

I don't know. This all sounds kinda weird to me. Like it's giving a whole new meaning to the words phone sex. Or maybe not. Or do you just pay a ridiculous per minute charge to have someone read sections of the Kama Sutra to you? Or not even that professional. It could just be some weirdo handing out dating tips from summer camp when he/she was in eighth grade. Either way, I've always found hands-on practice to be best in cases such as these. (insert little evil cat snicker here) I don't know. These are the kinds of things that strike me as odd sometimes, and I just have to ask a few questions. And since I have no intention of paying those nuts to call their number and ask them, I put these questions out to you (yoo-hoo, anyone listening? Probably not. Wouldn't blame you if you skipped out on me after the first two sentences on this one… I am being pretty odd.).

Of course, you realize, part of me wants to call and just make a big ol' smooching noise at the person on the other end of the line and then ask, "Okay, what am I doing wrong?" But it's probably a recording anyway. Even if it wasn't, with my luck, they'd just tell me there was no hope for me and hang up. Happy Stupid Valentine's Day, people.

More Wanted. I discovered Wanted just as the season was almost over. I only saw three episodes and I'm hooked. I just adore Lee Tergesen! Have since OZ. Love it when he wears his hair long! My one and only problem is this: I want the rest of the series, damn it! Thus far, I haven't been able to determine if TNT plans on rerunning them. Meow! I am ever so annoyed. Okay, I should be writing my FL story. Gonna go now. Just when do we reach the point of being old enough for our wants to hurt us? Think I may be there.

I have posted a new story on Wesv's Cat House. If you like Fastlane, you might like it. It's a Christmas story called Family Christmas.

Sorry to have disappeared, but I have been ill and busy... both at once. I've had asthmatic bronchitis for nearly 3 months. And yet, I was working through all that. Left me no energy for writing, I can assure you! However, I've had a week off now, and I'm finally better. Thus a story...a short one, but a story just the same. I'm still working on the long Fastlane story. I'm close, but I'm not making any promises on when. But I'm still working, Jy! :)

Work has been crazy, and shows no sign of changing any time soon. I really needed Christmas break, I can tell you that. One of my students has been seriously ill. I won't go into details, but at one point, the school let his teachers go to see him during school hours because the doctors were not holding out much hope that he'd survive. He is fighting though and improving.

Well, hope everyone had a great Christmas! Have a Happy New Year, too!

Found this thingy thanks to Jy...Hi there, Jy...still around, hoping to finish that story this weekend. My hands are finally better.

Your Birthdate: October 29

Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature. You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world. You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities. The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension. This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer. You do, however, work very well with people.

Really! I have troubles with my hands/wrists sometimes... tendonitis mostly, maybe a touch of carpal tunnel. Anyway, I was typing too much stuff for work plus working on a story and suddenly, I was in pain. Had to take a break from the keyboard. I had a friend who was willing to do my work typing for a few days, bless her. But I had to be good for a bit. May end up right back in wrist braces if I'm not careful. Drat it! And DragonCon is now just one week away!

Okay, it's a new school year, and I have been quite busy. I've got a great group of kids this year. My ninth graders are fun. I've got two new tenth graders, and all my 11th graders and 12th graders are the same wonderful kids that they were when they were 10th and 11th graders last year. And I am not being sarcastic. I really do love these kids.

Of course, this means I have been too busy to finish my story. I did get most of it done. There's only about ten to 15 pages left I think. (I write long.)

I'm getting ready to go to Dragon-Con too. I've been informed that Richard Hatch(of Battlestar Galactica, both of them, fame) will be there. I shall endeavor not to injure the man. There's a funny story there. Every year for the past several years, he has come to Dragon-Con and he and I have nearly collided in some way form or fashion. The first time I tripped over his luggage right in front of the escalator nearly causing him to fall as well. The second time he was signing his book for me and dropped his pen. We both reached for it, and you can imagine what nearly happened there. The third time, he was coming down the back steps of the Hyatt and I was turning the corner to go up the same said steps. I've had dates I didn't come that close to. Coulda kissed him! So it's become a running joke with my friends that I'm out to get the guy. Actually, I love the guy! I've had a crush on him-- well-- for a while... Geez, almost gave up my age!

And now according to the website, the new Apollo will be there as well. Too cool. I like the new BG although I must say it's unrecognizable from the original for the most part.

Anyway, better get back to try to finish my story. This was a rather boring entry, huh? Maybe more exciting next time.

Hooray! I may even finish that FL story after all. Now, enough gloating. I'm tempting fate. Off to write. Wish me luck.

I know, I know! I am the worst at updating. I've been trying to write and thus far, I've only managed one page. I'm never going to get this FL fic done. I might try to shift over to Shadow Company and see if I can't write something on it. I did gun research today to try to help another writer and that's given me a few thoughts as to IDing what guns my boys carry. Maybe that will help with getting something written there.

In the meantime, whilst I've been blocked, I have attended the North Georgia Celtic Music Festival. Had a great time. Love Emerald Rose! Also, went with my sister to get her new (and probably last) tattoo. She was trying to cover a scar so the thing is big! She had two small ones that weren't painful, so she said. But this one... well, let's just say that she was supposed to go with me to the festival but was in so much pain that she spent the day in bed instead. Now the fun thing is, she was trying to convince me to get one before the guy did hers. She says to me, "You've been scratched by your cat. That's as bad as it gets." Right, sure... But the pain is not the thing for me. It's the committment of it all, you know? I mean, once it's there, it's there for the duration unless you want an ugly removal scar in its place. Not my thing. I don't do committment well. I've had henna tattoos that outlasted my infatuation with them, for pete's sake! I know, I'm fickle.

And I'm the worst lj-er. I'll try to do better.

And so is my friend in London, thank god... Okay, I know I disappeared. Been a bit busy and had quite a scare yesterday. You see, one of the Pretty Hunters and my webmistress, Curi, is living in London. Guess what! Her office is only two blocks from one of the stations that was hit by the terrorists! This is twice now she's come way too close to a terrorist attack. She was in Washington on September 11th and often had to go to the Pentagon for her job... she just happened to be sick that day and had called in. Now this. She was already at work when the bomb blew in the station. The MoD police escorted she and her co-workers home from inside the barricaded area no less! Way too damn close. But I was able to talk to her and she's okay.

As for me and this little LJ, I've added a random thought/quotes thingy on the sidebar. I'll change it from time to time. May be something from my fevered little brain or someone else's that strikes me as profound or interesting. Later.

I posted two short snippets on my Sentinel page yesterday. If you have an interest in The Sentinel fandom, follow the link at the top of the page here to Wesv's Cat House.

Okay, here's one of the old entries(last July sometime, I think)... I like this one so it's back!


Know what I saw today? A Christian coffee house… It had a Christian name…It proclaimed itself Christian on the sign even. Now tell me, is the coffee somehow Christian too? Was it blessed or something?

This is me climbing on a soap box, so if you are sensitive about such things as religion, I suggest you stop reading right now….

Are they gone yet? Okay…

Here's my thinking. What exactly is it about drinking coffee that requires Christians to only do it with other Christians? Can't they go to Starbucks like everybody else? Do they think that if they go to a REGULAR coffee house, the pagans and atheists will descend upon them like the locusts on Egypt and drag them away to brainwash them or convert them? I don't get it.

I mean, they already couldn't just settle for a section in a regular bookstore. They had to have their own. Now, coffee? Why? What's the point, the purpose, the big friggin' deal about drinking coffee only with those like themselves?

Now you might be wondering about me since I'm so peeved about this. You might be trying to categorize me. Atheist? No. Pagan? Not really, though lots of Christians would say I am. No, I'm just me. I have my own beliefs; they don't really fit fully in any one denomination. They're just what I believe. This personalized faith landed me in a Unitarian Universalist church. Works for me. But not for those some coffee-drinking Christians! Wonder if I could get in the Christian coffee house? Would they question me at the door? Would I be asked to leave? I could lie and get in, but oops! It's a Christian coffee house. That would be a big sin. That would be a lightning bolt offense for sure. Right?

So, here we are, me with a few buttons pushed by a little sign outside a stupid coffee house that is apparently reserved for Christians, and you wondering what my trauma really is. I'm getting to it! I'm tired of divisions. That's my trauma. It just seems to me that at this point in our development, we should be getting over this whole division thing. We should be realizing that we are human beings, all of us. We should be learning to respect each other and embrace our differences, rather than point them out and set ourselves apart by them. Whether it's race or religion, ethnicity or sexuality, socio-economic factors or ability issues, we are all a part of the same race—the human race. But do we identify ourselves that way? No. We use the labels that emphasize division. I'll get into the aggravation that labels cause me some other day…let's just say we need to get over this shit already!

And you know what? Religions are the biggest culprit. More people have been killed in the name of God than for any other reason. After all, what's at the very root of this war we're in right now? I don't mean the terrorist attacks or Saddam. Dig deeper, it's about differences of opinion about God. And when I say God, I mean all of them, whatever they might be called, because in my belief, you can call God whatever you want, and you can pass out various jobs to several names, but it's still God. Only one. Thousands of religions, even millions maybe, but just one entity out there listening to all those prayers. The very idea that one would claim to be better than the others is ludicrous, in my opinion. Thus, the idea that Christians need their own coffee house, because, Heaven forbid, they MIGHT have to sit next to someone who MIGHT not be a Christian, is just annoying the hell out of me.

Now you might be thinking that I have something against all Christians. Not so. Some of my best friends are Christians…kidding!… Truthfully, I'm not lumping all of them together. I'm just talking about the ones that feel the need to start and/or patronize a Christian only coffee house. And I know they aren't standing at the door with St. Peter's book turning sinners away, but the sign is just that… a sign that someone who does not believe as they believe would not be welcome. They put up a door to separate themselves for those whom they believe are not as good as they are. That's what it comes down to.

Back to the coffee, cause this bugs me too… is it blessed? If so, by who? Which denomination? There are lots of different kinds of Christians. If it were a Catholic priest who did the blessing, would the Baptists drink it? How about a Methodist preacher? Could the Pentecostal folks have any or would that be a sin? The Calvinists would think it wouldn't matter if it was a sin or not because God has already decided if they were going to heaven or not, but it might be a great source of stress for the folks from the Church of God. And so forth, and etc. into infinity. OR! Maybe that coffee would save my soul! Too bad I hate coffee.

Yes, I have pitched this little fit, and I don't even drink coffee… that's beside the point!

Well, here we go again. Okay, so the last blog disappeared when the website was hacked and it's taken me a while to get back to doing this again. This time, I'm just going with livejournal instead of an embedded blog. This may be easier... I hope. And it won't disappear if we have website problems again. So... I may try to repost some of the stuff from the old blog if I can find it. After which we will go on with whatever the hell comes to my twisted mind. How's that? For anyone new that happens to find this, I'm Danae Wesv. I write. Sometimes. Hi!