And I'm in it! How nice of them!

Lots of great old school tattoo work were featured in this journal, go check it out! [link]

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When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over.

Get me this. [link] More specifically, get it for Stephen. 'Cuz it's awesome.

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When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over.

Blessed Odin in Valhalla, I hate spiders.

I think it's an aversion most people share. That, and snakes. Humans don't like something they know will cause them grevious harm. I saw one of the little bastards crawling around the corners of my bathroom tonight, and I thought to myself, "Damn, we have a lot of spiders in this house." I like spiders because they kill everything else I hate, which is a lot, but I still don't like the ugly little bastards because, well, they're ugly. And sometimes poisonous. And ugly.

Speaking of Valhalla, I'm reminded of a bit from Neil Gaiman's "The Sandman" series (which, if you've never read it, means I don't like you). Towards the very end, when the protagonist, The Sandman, Morpheus, is killed, a series of mourners from real life and mythology come to pay respects. One of them is Bastet, the cat goddess of Egyptian mythology. She is seen before the procession as a haggard old cat-woman, and though the meager prayers of the few who remember her name, is restored to her former feline glory, if only for a few moments. It reminds me of a few lines I read in a story, which went along the lines of; "Do you know how to kill a god? You stop believing in him." It's almost sad to think the wonder and fear of the old world is being systematically and methodically replaced by rational thought and the sciences. I'm at odds with myself about that - I love having things explained, though I equally love the mystery of the things we cannot comprehend. I've heard once upon a time that humans have the need to put a meaning to things they cannot explain. Death, ghosts, coincidence, happenstance, et cetera. It helps us come to terms with the world around us; put an order to the chaos that we cannot control. While it grants us some sanity, there is still the desire to completely comprehend the actions that take place around us, though I wonder what life would be like with all the mystery and wonder taken out of it. If you believe in the Christian God, should it not also be viable that Odin and Apollo are as real? The workings of nature; what of the stars, and the heavens? Life and death itself? Humans have been sentient of their existence for only a second on the cosmic radar and I often find myself musing of our place in the grand scheme of things. I'd almost like to think of ourselves as animals that have briefly fallen out of the natural balance, only to have woken up to realize that we are out of the natural balance, with half of us striving to reclaim that equilibrium, and the other half running away from it. Neither path is wrong; it's merely what we do. DIg deeply, and ask yourself, where are you?

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When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over.

Two weeks is a helluva hiatus to have here on DeviantArt: over 70 new deviations to look at.

Well, for those of you wondering, mommy's little monster is here, and that's what's kept me away. His coming was relatively easy, and for that I'm thankful. I got induced at about noon on the 20th, after my OB decided I was having enough contractions to make it worthwhile. She also said something about the baby's heartbeat, but the little bastard turned out fine. I've never watched so much Law & Order in my whole life... I tried going au naturale, but it got to be too much for me in the end, and I opted for the epidural. It was the single strangest sensation I've ever had in my whole life. My lower left side was completely numb, but the right half was only halfway there, so I could still feel the contractions coming on, and I could flop my leg around a little. Munchkin slid right on out, too; I hear "push push push push oh look I can see the top of his head" straight to "push push push push hey Erin look up here he is." His grand entrance was made at 11:45 pm, with 15 minutes to spare to still make it on my sister's birthday. Bitch better be happy, that's the single most expensive birthday present I'm EVER gonna get for her.

Parenthood is something my husband and I are both getting used to. It's definitely a huge upheval. Things have been going well so far, and I hope I'll be able to learn how to juggle work and family life well. I don't want to go back to work at all, but I can't afford to stay home longer than a month, so I'll have to go back one way or the other. I think I'll be one of those sappy bitches that sniffles and sheds a few tears the first day I leave him with the daycare lady.

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When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over.

Any one of you have Pulse's RCA jack decks installed on your machines? I just ordered a few in, and for the life of me, I can't get 'em to work. I'm fairly certain it's because my machines hate me and I'm an idiot, but instead of getting the RCA cable from Pulse, I picked up a bomb-ass Monster cable (cuz my hubby works at Guitar Center and I got it cheap), so I don't know if that would have something to do with it.

Hints? Help? I'm a bit lost. Never been great tuning my machines and tinkering with electronics (or any other machinery).

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When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over.