The Heart Of A Paladin

Some Canadian Content (since most of the lyrics I post are by American Artists)

2006-01-24T19:55:00.000-05:00

Camelot by Sweetsalt
he calls her "tigermoth"
she laughs a tear and he looks at the floor
he asks when her plane in leaving
"this afternoon, four."
he asks to see her off
she says she'll be o.k.
he swallows hard and pulls her close
she walks away
she walks away
he says,

chorus:
"camelot will never be the same without you
but living on borrowed faith is just not the way
it breaks my heart to see you so blue
it'll never be the same without you"

he boards the bus at three-fifteen
he's headed for the train
he sits beside no one
for fear of conversation
far from the windows and the rain
the bus arrives
she's nowhere to be found
he cries his eyes out
he never makes a sound

(chorus)

she stares for hours in the mirror
at the reflection of the room
no concern for beauty here
no cautious optimism
she's hungry for the moon
somewhere in the night
michael spreads his wings
rushing through the velvet curtain
to her soul he sings
and he says,

chorus2:
"camelot will never be the same without you
but borrowed faith is just not the road to take
to find a place in all this dark and gloom
the path of nails and scars is the only way
the path of nails and scars is the only way

Let my Cheeseburgers go!

2006-01-23T22:45:00.000-05:00

It looks like Steven Harper is going to run our country and McDonald's is no longer having two cheeseburger day. Coincidence? I think not. Damn you Harper, Damn you, you've won this round.

My Main Men

2006-01-21T10:08:00.000-05:00

My Drawings and Photographic evidence that Kevin is a Vampire

2006-01-20T21:48:00.000-05:00

The Paladin Speaks: Part 2

2006-01-13T16:41:00.000-05:00

I was truly hoping that I would not have to run one of my "the Paladin speaks" posts again so soon, but it seems that I was born under and unlucky star, or maybe it was that lepruchan I kicked once. Either way, my semi serious/satirical eulogy I was going to post will have to wait until I have my true voice back.

I had hoped with the coming of the New year that for at least a few weeks I would be able to sit down at the computer and not burst into tears because someone in the vastness of cyber space was telling me that I am a horrible person. It seems that wish will have to wait for next year. Once again, I am the subject of angry and hurtful rants far beyond my comprehension of how one human being could in good conscience say those things about another.

I am not so naive as to claim that no one should ever say anything bad about anyone else, but it seems that my sense of common human compassion and decency doesn't match up with the rest of the worlds. I have personal said bad things about others, this I admit, but I always try to censor myself as much as the emotional state I am in allows for because I always, no matter how badly the person has treated me, or what my feelings about them are, I always feel a big stabbing twinge of guilt when saying hurtful things. As idealistic as it may make me, I just want to make everyone happy. That has been my tragic flaw for many years, I need to learn when to quit trying to please sometime.

My own ideals cloud my better judgement most of the time and it seems that everytime I find my feet again, someone is ripping the proverbial rug right out from underneath them. This time I don't know if I have the strength or the desire to get back up. My life has been full of giving people second chances and the benefit of the doubt, but in turn these things have been rarely granted to me. An old proverb says "once bitten, twice shy". I think I have reached a turning point in my life when even my faith in the underlying good in people is waning, my trust in other is about to blink out of existence like a defeated, dying star.

The little voices inside my soul are in a state of never ending second guessing. There are some who tell me to hold, that I am a good person, better than most they know and that I should wait out the storm. The allegations being thrown at me are not even worth considering for a moment because they hold no truth. I am creature prone to self criticism though, and I find myself doing a lot of soul searching to discern the truth: Am I really a horrible person, or am I the victim of angry people?

The Paladin is going into meditation because it seems that Pelor has not been hearing her prayers lately. Maybe I broke my Paladin code.

Moments to Remember 2005

2006-01-01T00:09:00.000-05:00

Here are my top Roleplaying Moments of 2005. I may be adding to this list when I remember more. In brackets are the players/and /or their characters. here they are in no particular order:

1. T'Lak, T'drunk, T'Laid. Enough said. (Lila, Bridget, Soft Foot and Crim)

2. There was a dress code, so I made myself a crown (Me in a One shot with Larry)

3. I am a Katana, Steal me please. ( same game)

4. Joe's Character to Eddy's Character: Hey, what do you do?
Eddy's character: I'm a Rapier

5. I've got this great system. My secretary puts stuff in my inbox and I just move it to my outbox without looking at it, and it just disappears. it's Magic! (Lila on paperwork)

6. When Team Funny talked their way into Yu Shan and busted Crim out of the manse of forbidding ivy (Lila, Bridget, Junta and Soft Foot)

7. Poppets: We are going to pee on you.
Junta: Go ahead then get it over with
Poppets: (shouting at him) P, P, P , P, P!

8. Bridget, instead of activating graceful crane, elects to build a primative pair of skates, thus increasing the difficulty of her Dex+ Ath roll instead of decreasing it ( I love you Erin)

9. The many deaths of Eddy and all the deals he made with powerful evil gods in Lawrence's evil campaign ( I love you Eddy, you are my hero)

10. What Would Lazarus do? ( Caelyta Draygenchilde)

11. Timmy Hextor Keebler, the elf! (Lawrence's game)

12. The Day Ryiah Ran out of Willpower at the exact same times, Hadir's familiar died leaving him temporaily insane, leaving Logan and the NPC's to deal with the chaos. ( Lynzy, Don and Mark)

13. Lisa's first( and only) 8 hour game. Ahh just that Fairytale game in general. Too funny for words

there will be more, feel free to comment and add a few!

Satisfying my Curiosity

2005-12-31T00:14:00.000-05:00

This is a message for Anonymous, or sometimes known as Nonny Mouse. Ok you've officially sparked my interest enough to really wonder who you are. Normally with my Attention deficit disorder I just don't have the patience for internet mysteries, but I'll bite..Who are you?
email me at starstruck66@hotmail.com

To everyone else: dance like you've got monkeys in your pants

That is all
This is the Paladin signing out
Later Days

Ps for Erin, Kevin and anyone else who's ever hung out with those crazy Lunars: Tlak+Tlaid+Tdrunk = one hell of a good time!

The Paladin Speaks

2005-12-29T11:57:00.000-05:00

Ok this post is going to be emotional and lack the organization and coherent thought that I would like it to have, but sometimes you just gotta go with your heart and not your head. I thought it was about time I spoke up publically about what is going on.

Everyone can think what they want of me, that is their perogative. I don't care anymore. I really don't. Well that isn't completely true. I do care, a lot, but I can't afford to dwell on it, its not good for me. To the people who have been helping me through this, Erin, Steph, Kevin, Lawrence, Sarah Redman, John, Erich and anyone I have missed, Thank you with all my heart. Your support means the world to me.

I am not going to go off on a rant trashing those who have hurt me and attempting to inflict pain back on to them. That is not who I am and how I live my life. I am not going to engage in a comment war or rally troops to defend me. I just want this to end. Quietly. I don't even want anyone to say sorry.

I have had not said or done anything I regret. In fact, anything I have said is something that everyone is saying. Got that? Everyone is saying the same things, yet I seem to be the only one who is taking heat for it. I have only said true things, and have tried to keep my own personal opinions out of it. In fact, for the most part, what I have said is not nearly as hurtful as the things I have heard through the rumour mill. It's not my place though to talk about these things, so I will stop there.

I will say this once more and for the last time. I am not, nor have I ever been a Prophet of the book of three. I did not leak information to them.

I am going to move on with my life and try to forget all of this negativity. If you want to talk to me open and honest about anything, you know where to find me.

Later days

For you consideration

2005-12-16T00:43:00.000-05:00

Artist : Green Day

Title : American Idiot

Album : American Idiot

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information nation of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.

Karokee Suicide!

2005-12-10T11:51:00.000-05:00

Last night was a grade A quality night. One of the best of my life. For Sure. I was hanging out with Matt yesterday afternoon and ended up going to Jimmy Gee's for Pool with him and Lawrence (I was filling in for Eddy). Well the betting started, and Matt ended up having to sing Karokee to "Short Dick Man". If I had died right there on the spot my life would have been complete. He sure cleared the bar. When we got there I was only the second girl other than the girl working there, it was all guys. But after Matt finished singing there was considerably less guys.

Another round of pool later and Matt and Lawrence were singing "I Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher. Matt was Cher in case anyone was wondering. I lost the next game so I was forced to rap to Ice Ice Baby. I hate my best friends!

Matt sang me "Wonderwall" by Oasis, he was really really good, even Lawrence admitted it. Wow he has a sexy voice even though he doesn't believe he does. But even Jimmy Gee himself told Matt he did that song great. I regained some karokee dignity (now thats an oxymoron) by performing a duet with Matt, "Picture" by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow. It hit a little too close to home.

Matt's friends Melissa and Kim joined us, and they made Lawrence sing Bootilicious. Again, if I died on the spot, I would have died happy.
Good times were had by all, and I made two new friends.

In other news, I'll finish the update I started. School is going great, I am really enjoying taking no drama classes for a change. I have found my calling. I am going to be a cultural anthropolgist. I just love it that much. Anthropology and Archaeology classes are a lot of work though, tons of reading memorizing. Thats where Pagolin Power and Down with Bonobos come from. Pagolins are a sacred animal of the Lele of West Africa who are believed to have magical powers.
The Pangolin, neat looking aren't they?

Bonobos on the other hand are a type of primate that are similar to chimps. They solve all of their problems by having sex. They never fight...they just have sex. it works for them. They are also one of the few primates that engage in homosexual behavior. The males enage in a game called penis fencing. It's really very disturbing, I've seen pictures. Even with the amount of sex they have, they are still on the endangered species list. makes you think doesn't it?

Lets see. Ah yes, I cut, coloured and highlighted my hair. it's so much shorter than it ever has been before. But Kevin and Matt like it, so I guess its ok. I want it to be a couple of inches longer but thats just me.

Tomorrow is Narnia day, anyone who wants to come to the movies with us, because all are welcome, call me, or leave me an msn message and I'll get back to you with details. Kevin and I will be out riding in the early afternoon, so we are planning to go at night when Erin is done work.

And on that note, anyone who wants to learn to ride, don't be shy just let me know. Gryffin would be more than happy to oblige. He's such a good boy. I love my little Gyrffindor.

Kevin is heading to the West Coast for Christmas, so I am going to be bored and lonely in Collingwood. So if anybody happens to be in that area, or wants to come up and stay for a bit, just let me know. I also have the ability to get to Toronto on a regular basis so if anyone wants to hang out there, see a show, also let me know. I need something to keep me occupied people!

Thats all for now, game starts in 15 mins
Later days
The Paladin

Pangolin Power! Down with Bonobos!

2005-12-09T12:28:00.000-05:00

Hey Happy People,
Congrats go to Erin, for being brave and being the second person after me to ride Gryffin. We will make a horse girl out of you yet Erin! it's been pretty crazy lately. Between school, and horses and roleplaying and socializing my life has been pretty full. So I give you The Complete Update of What I Have Been Doing(Edited at my discresion )

Lets see. Erin, Kevin and Lawrence and I went to the 12:01 am Friday showing of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Insert Quick Movie review here....to sum up, loved the movie, hated that they cut so much out, but I know why they had to do it, so I have come to terms with it. Moving on in the interest of time.

Roleplaying has been..strange...very strange...To sum up, I feel like a babysitter in a bad disney comedy when I roleplay with certain people (Erin not included )

Umm ya..the Book of Three...When people like that are telling me I am doing a good job and to keep up the good work, its time to re-evaluate my life decision making paradigm.

I have been hanging out with Richard, its really good to see him again, hopefully things will work out better this time.

I have lots more to say, but I've just lost my motivation to write, so check back later for updates..maybe shopping and magaritas will inspire me.
Later Days

Ryiah in the style of Newsies

2005-11-05T20:08:00.000-05:00

This is the story you wanted to write,
Well tonight is the night that you can,
Just get this done and by dawn's early light
you can finish the fight you began,
This time we are in it to stay,
Think about seising the day,
Think of that caravan as she rolls into old Paragon,
Tell em' im on my way,
See old man Kalishi's snug in his bed
He don't care if we are dead or alive
Three satin pillows are under his head
While we are begging for bread to survive
Sloth, if you're still countin' sheep
Wake up and read em' and weep
You got your thugs
With thier sticks and their slugs
Yeah, but we got a promise to keep
Once and for all
Something tells me the tide'll be turnin'
Once and for all
There is a fire inside me
That won't stop burnin'
Now that the choices are clear
Now tomorrow is here
Watch how the mighty will fall
For once and for all
This is for kids shinin' shoes in the street
With no shoes on their feet everyday
This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shops
While the bosses and cops look away
This is to even the score
This ain't just Solars no more
This ain't just kids for some pie in the sky
This is do it or die
This is WAR!
Once and for all
We'll be there to defend one another
Once and for all
Every Solar is our friend
Every friend a brother
Five thousand fists in the sky
Five thousand reasons to try
We're goin' over the wall
Better to die then to crawl
Either we stand or we fall
For once
Once and for all

My Pet Angel

2005-10-23T11:55:00.000-04:00

I bought my angel on the 4th of july
i didn't plan it, it just happened that way
i guess faith stepped in the end
'cause i needed you then
When i bought him they said "are you sure?
no refunds, returns, or exchanges because once he's yours he's yours for good."
now you behave like an angel should
'cause i saw it on tv
they were selling pieces of heaven
and i thought, "hey what about me?
what am i considered?"
I chained my angel to eaves trough
it was november and i think i pissed him off
he's mad but i don't care
you're my angel so there
I figure its only about 60 more years
so come on angel, stop all the tears
come sing me a song or two
or whatever it is you angels do
'cause i saw it on tv
they were selling pieces of heaven
and i thought, hey what about me
when can i make reservations
My pet angel's got a long lost friend
who says hes coming back when the world ends
when us humans have lost our touch
god never liked people that much
'cause he saw it on tv
they were selling pieces of heaven
and he thought, "well how can this be
what in the hell are they thinking?"

Endangered Species

2005-10-17T17:34:00.000-04:00

I am an endangered Species
But I sing no victim songs
I am a woman
I am an artist
I know where my voice belongs

I am a woman
I exist
I shake my fist
But not my hips
My skin is dirt
my body is strong
I sing of rebirth
no victims song

I am an endangered Species
But I sing no victim songs
I am a woman
I am an artist
I know where my voice belongs

They cut out my sex
they bind my feet
silence my reflex
no tongue to speak
I work in the fields
I work in the store
I handle the bills
and mop the floors

I am an endangered Species
But I sing no victim songs
I am a woman
I am an artist
I know where my voice belongs

My body is fertile
I bring life about
but famine and war
take them back out
my husband can beat me
his right, they say
and rape isn't rape
you say I like it that way

I am an endangered Species
But I sing no victim songs
I am a woman
I am an artist
I know where my voice belongs

I know where my soul belongs
I know where I belong

The Paladin Ponders....

2005-09-11T17:55:00.000-04:00

So I was scanning through the forum I frequent this afternoon and I came across the strangest link I have seen in awhile. It seems, FAO Swartz, the HUGE toy store in New York is now selling real live ponies online marketed as living toys. This has really disturbed and concerned me. The "product" description is:
Miniature Pony
$15,000.00

Imagine your very own precious pony. FAO Schwarz brings that dream within reach. This miniature purebred makes a perfect companion for young horse lovers. This full-grown pony has a buckskin coat and a soft thick mane and arrives ready to be ridden with a monogrammed FAO Schwarz halter and lead, and a Western saddle. Your pony is escorted home by a specialist who is there to offer complete information on caring for a new horse.

Please call the Division of Local Government for your county to check out any specific regulations. Owing to the size and nature of these ponies (under 36 inches and used solely as pets), they should be considered domestic animals rather than farm animals. The pony comes complete with current health papers stating which vaccinations were given. The pony will need a small outdoor area with protection from the elements and enough room for daily exercise.

Call 1-800-426-8697 to discuss the details of this special purchase with a Personal Shopper.

I can't even begin to describe how wrong this is , especially the part about the "buckskin coat and a soft thick mane". Colour is the last thing a buyer should look at when buying a horse, and the mane should not factor in at all! And how it "arrives ready to be ridden with a monogrammed FAO Schwarz halter and lead, and a Western saddle". This is just an accident waiting to happen, even though they are sending home a specialist. It is my opinion that a meeting with a specialist is not enough to educate the new owners about horse care.

It is a cute pony though

What is this world coming too? Pelor help us all!

Something to Think About

2005-09-11T17:47:00.000-04:00

"Affirmation"

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self-esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I wish I were a Buddhist Monk

2005-08-31T09:33:00.000-04:00

No, it's not for the easy matience hair do, or the cool orange robes. They were able to remove unlucky days from the calendar. I wish I could do that. Yesterday was the mother of all bad days. I mean lately I have had some pretty bad luck, not much has gone my way. But yesterday, everything I tried to do got screwed up. It was supposed to be a very simple day. Laze around with Kevin in the morning, read a little of our book (Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman), go to the bank and reactive my student loan, stop by the tack store and get Draco some presents and then go and ride, followed by dinner and finishing off our small whitewall side session. Just a pretty average day. I wan't trying to scale Mount Fuji or take over a small but strategically important nation, I was just trying to get some stuff done.
Well, the lazing around was a bust do to the demanding dogs who couldn't decide if they wanted in or out. Thats fine. How about we move on the the reading. Wait...does my throat hurt? yup it does. Hmmm there goes the reading. Lets try the bank. Wait, for some reason theres a major screw up and even though there a HUGE credit balance in my revolving line of credit dumb whorey bank lady ( I can say that I went to highschool with her) says I have to reapply for more money, then they'll release the hold. Which means I need my Dad, who is currently working in Toronto. So that also eliminates buying stuff for Draco, as I have eight dollars on my other bank card. So I decide to go to the tack store anyways and get back one of the blankets I have on consignment, hoping it will fit him. Kevin buys Draco some treats and we go merrily on our way to the barn.
Upon arrival, Ange walks out to meet us at the car. She has a kind of strange look on her face, its a mix of somethings really wrong and you're in trouble. She starts by saying I was going to call you, he's really sick. So automatically I think its Draco. its not...it's Kahlua, one of the trail horses who's a good buddy of mine. I call him Hot Dog. I go in to see him and he doesn't look as bad as she is saying he is. he is obviously colicing but it doesn't look that bad. I spend two hours walking him, brushing his mane and tail and hand feeding him his gross way too watery bran mash. He also inherits Draco's new blanket for the night. I get Kevin to brush and spend a little time with Draco to make up for the lack of riding and then we go home. I ask Ange to call me if she needs me.
We have dinner...everyone complains about how the cook at the place we got takeout from gave them way to much food. I look at my 3 tiny chicken fingers and feel sad. Kevin tries to cheer me up by letting me be Lila for awhile and kicking some random encounter ass. Just ten minutes into session the phone rings. its Christine, in tears, shouting about how Kahlua was left alone and now he is really sick and probably going to die. Ange and Liz had left him alone for two hours. Somehow she manages to make me feel responsible for leaving, even though nobody asked me to stay, they told me he was doing better and that they were handling it (which I believed because Ange is going to university to be a vet so if anyone should know, she should).
I spent the next hour crying and throwing up (the stress and undue guilt made me feel very sick) and Kevin tried to make me feel better. Eventually I just cried myself to sleep.
It would be okay if yesterday was just a weird, freaky, unlucky occurance but sadly, that kind of day has become the norm for me lately. It has been a really sucky summer and I can't wait for it to be over.

Later Days

The Puking Paladin

2005-08-18T08:17:00.000-04:00

Its been a very long time I know since anyone has heard from me. I am not dead yet, but still pretty sick. I have seen more than my fair share of Doctors and had a myriad of tests and I swear at least a gallon of blood taken from me over the last month. Five blood tests in a month! For the same things! What, do they have vampires working in the lab, snacking on my little vials of life's essence and then thinking "oh crap, we forgot to test the blood first, oh well, Lynzy won't mind, she can just give more." Next monday is going to be fun, not only do I have another Doctors appointment, but I get to go to the dentist too. WooHoo, exciting day for me.
Now after all of these appointments and tests, you'd think they'd have some vague idea of what was wrong with me. Nope. All we know as of right now is my white blood cell count has been very high since that first blood test in California and the ultrasound says I don't have gall sounds. However that does not rule out an infection of the gall bladder or total gall bladder failure. Dr Lowe ( the kind soul who over dosed me on asthma meds and was the one to orginal prescribe those pills I was taking that make other Dr's run away screaming) told me I either drink too much ( I haven't had a drink in I can't remember how long) or that I had an ulcer, possibley a bleeding ulcer. So he gave me some ulcer pills but I am still sick so my actual Dr thinks that there might be something else wrong. So sometime soon I get to have a barium scope done. I get to swallow really gross chalky stuff and then they will take pictures of my insides. Just like with my chest x rays I am going to smile for the camera. it really confuses the technicians.
The throwing up and stomach pain has become managable, as long as I watch what I eat, do minimal movement and not get stressed out I am fine. The new and disturbing symptoms are horrible headaches that last days no matter what I take ( and I never get headaches), fevers oh and my personal favourite extreme exhaustion to the point of muslce tremors. yep, I lose all control of my hands and drop things a lot. And have difficulty speaking when I get like that. Fun Fun Fun.
So I am bored out of my mind. Mom and Kevin work 5 or 6 days a week from 8 am to 7 pm..so I spend a lot of time alone at the house with the dogs. I got a PS2, which is kind of weird because I have never had any desire to play video games before and am currently Level 92 in Kingdom Hearts. Kevin is only level 28 and I remind him of that fact everyday. He did not share my excitement when is synthesized the Ultima Weapon Mwhahahahahahaha. Sorry I get a little carried away, you should see the little dance that goes with that.
I make it out to the barn about once a week, ride four or five horses and then I am very ill for the next few days, only to get better and do it all again. I am selling horses for comission and have 7 or 8 on my current sales list. That means a good portion of my day is spent answering really dumb questions and uploading pictures to send. I hate Tire kickers. I get the people who send an email asking for pics of everything on my sales list. Now I have everything on here from untrained horses, to a $25,000 pony. They need to tell me what they are looking for. Oh and the offers some people make. Like one girl who said she would take one of the horses down to her barn in toronto, ride it and we pay half the board and the costs which will only run us about $400 a month. ya right, sure and I bet you have some lovely swamp in Florida to sell me. Or the girl who offered to take two of them (the lowest priced two) to her barn and we pay their board fees and a ten precent comission and she sells them. wait that would cost us money and downsize MY job. Sure lady. I could go on all day. People are asking for the world right now, but not willing to pay for it. It's frustrating.
Every other Saturday Karl, Kevin's best friend from high school comes up for the night to RP. So I am at least getting a little Exalted time in. I have an Eclipse caste who is the most like me out of any character I have ever played. She entered the party by jumping a 12 foot palisade on her horse ( it had a difficulty rating of 8) the horse made it over, she landed on the top, rolled off through the posioned vines and then five minutes later proceeded to challenge a death knight to a one on one fight ( she did have an artifact Dire Lance, but she is how do we say, not very proficient with it). Her Stats are (if I can remember them off the top of my head) STR 2 DEX 3 STA 4 CHA 5 MAN 2 APP 4 PER 3 INT 2 WITS 2 and she has a speciality in Feigning Importance hence why the Death knight wanted to fight her and not Karl's dawn caste or good old Weil Evensong ( who I hate shhh don't tell Kevin I am already in trouble for calling Crimson Path Weaver a big stupid meanie head). Here's an example of a typical conversation with my eclipse, Ryiah Trinsa

Karl's Dawn Caste: "We have to get moving, the wyld hunt is on our tail and we aren't ready to fight them. We must go to my dojo and train, become an elite unit and then take them on."

Ryiah: "I am sure if we just explain things to them, like Solars really aren't demon anathema they will understand completely * insert naive look and batting of eyes*

Karl's Dawn Catse: "..........."

I am super excited about Erin moving back to Windsor and the fact that she will be so close by. She is even going to play in either the South or the North game, but I am shooting to have her in the North. We need more serious players, Matt and I can't control the wild ones alone.

So ya, thats what I have been doing ( as you can see not much of anything). Th picture at the top is Draco jumping his first jump with a rider. The kid on board is Scottie who has replaced Kevin as Draco's excercise rider. I haven't even ridden Draco since I have been home, its just sad.
Later days

Jesus In Training

2005-06-30T18:37:00.000-04:00

It's 105 degrees today. Seriously folks, anything past 100 you just don't notice. its just freaking hot!

I am having a pretty decent time so far. Kelly the barn manager is awesome, all the core staff this year were born in the good old year of 1982, so we already have something in common. She shares my Dr pepper dependency.

The people who own the horse I rode last year brought him back for me to ride this year, so that was pretty cool. I saw Batman Begins twice and loved it both times. Too bad it was a prequel. I would like to see more Batman films like that.

We have invaded the mall twice. The first time I got the most gorgeous blue and black corset. I can't wait to wear it. It even has a side zipper so I don't have to lace it up. On the second outing, I got a really pretty white and gold tank top that looks fit for a princess. Again, very excited. Oh and an "I love Geeks" t shirt. I couldn't resist. I did try on this one halter top that looked amazing on the shelf, but when I put it on, it made me look like my breasts were double d's. seriously, they looked huge in that shirt, I could of used my cleavage as a cup holder. Sarah wanted me to buy it, but I decided for the good of the world I wouldn't.

Our boss is absolutely crazy. She has tried to kill me (by putting me in dangerous horse situations twice). At last nights staff meeting she pushed me to the ground to prove some point about kneeling around the horses. But she pushed me hard. Onto concrete. Without warning. Fun times we had by all.

One of the day camper drew me a lovely picture of the American flag and wrote "truth, Justise and the American way" on it (yes justice was spelt that way). I am going to frame it when I get back to Canada, it makes me laugh. Jane (our violent boss) has been sputing off at the mouth about whatr Canadians are. here is the list so far:
1) we didn't fight for our independence, so it is unclear why we celebrate it at all.
2) we all speak french
3) we all mumble when we talk.

stay tuned for more updates about what Canadians do.

Thats all for now, and remember kids, in the words of Melisa, "theres no room for error on Expo day!"

Later Days

Flickr

2005-06-05T12:36:00.000-04:00

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Cavalia Pictures

2005-05-24T13:04:00.000-04:00

What the Hell I've been doing for a month

2005-05-23T10:23:00.000-04:00

It has been quite awhile since I posted so here is the massive updating of what is going on in the life of Lynzy.

I am at home in Collingwood. Kevin instead of going to Toronto for the summer has decided to stay here and work at the barn. He is making amazing tips on the trail rides and is easily the hardest worker there. God damn overachiever!

His riding lessons with me are going well enough. He hasn't fallen off yet, even though I have had him on some horses that are in no way suitable for a beginer. I guess I will have to try harder. He is slowly mastering the art of trotting and has had his first canter.

We went to see Cavalia in toronto and it was absolutely amazing. If by some miracle you can tickets before the 29th of this month (when it leaves) do so. Its a combination of music, acrobatics, dance and horses with amazing sets and lights. Well worth the ticket price, you will be absolutely blown away.

The new horse has arrived. The trip to get him was absolutely hilarious and at some points terrifying. We made the the drive to Hamiliton, or the Vortex as Christine calls it (she has never been there without getting horribley lost). We went up this scary scary hill that the speed limit was ten and had bind corners everwhere. Of course we had a four horse trailer behind us making it that much more scary. Christine and Kevin and I honestly thought we were going to die. We made it to the place and brought home two horses instead of one.

After much deliberation, Keenan's name has been changed to Draco. It suits him more and Kevin loves it and since he is the one who is going to be riding the horse all summer, I think that is a good thing.

I found out the hard way that Draco must be lunged everytime before he is ridden. On my second ride on him (the first being completely uneventful) we had a little incident involving him rearing, the saddle coming off and me getting up close and personal with the driveway. I have the loveliest bruise on my back in the shape of a crescent moon. I have a pirate limp as well..Yarr me maties.

Horse show have started again. Kevin is learning all about the Hurry up and Wait of them all. Palgrave pasta is here again. YAY!!!!

I've been riding tons of horses, some good, some bad some in between.

Its almost time for California 2005 : Invasion of the Canadians! yay! I am like a Colasanti's Mexican to these people.

well thats all the news for now...well no thats a lie but I am sick of typing.

Later Days

Words of Wisdom from Foamy

2005-04-17T13:12:00.000-04:00

Neurotically Yours: Episode # 039: Dating Advice
This is going to be dating advice from the lord & master....FOAMY!
Alright you women out there, listen closly. These guys you should look out for, the type of guy who is driving around listening to fucking dance music like Zombie Nation and stupid dumbass songs from the mid 90's that no body gives a shit about. Y'know they turn it up really loud to get your attention while driving by as if your going to throw yourself on top of the car and start pounding on the windshield and say "Oh, I love you because your playing Zombie Nation!" Yeah okay. What the fuck ever. What you do is, aim for the tires and fucking blow those shits out and then he will crash into a telephone pole.
Fuck that shit, and watch out for those guys who come over on the weekend and all they do is watch football and then every five minutes they say "Hey babe, can you get me a beer from the fridge?" Fuck that shit! Tell that fat bastard to get up and get it himself. If he gives you a response like "well, I work all week" Well, you know what? I'm sure most of you women out there work all week and have to take care of a fucking child. Tell this fat bastard to get up and get his own beer. Tell him it's the least you can do since you've been carrying a child around in your stomach for nine months. These lazy fucking bastards just fucking piss me off and watch out for guys that call you by pet names more than they do your own name, and if they ever refer to you as "my girl" you drop that fucker like a rock and not to get down on all you guys.
Don't worry, there are women you should be looking out for too. ALright, Like women that dress like damn sluts, you dont want to be affiliated with. If you can see more clevage than a plumbers, ass don't get involved, it's just going to cause problems when you decide to become possessive and dominearing over thier life.
Also watch out for wemon that wear expensive jewelry. You know, the kind of fucking bitch that has 15 different kinds of rings on each finger. Oh, and people with name plates. You know, these fucking women who have thier names on this little chain as if they'd fucking forget and then women who have their own name tatooed on their own body. It's just stupid. Like are they really THAT stupid that they wake up in the morning and say "Oh my god! What's my name?" and they have to look at their ass in the mirror to find out who they are, "Oh that's right, I'm Amy." give me a fucking break! You don't want to deal with women who doesn't know who they are. Oh, and here is a good test when your window shopping, if they pull you by your arm to a jewelry window, smash their hand into the window and run because you don't want to deal with some money hungry bitch.
My only peice of advice to have a sound relationship is to leave each other alone. Don't be overly concerned. Don't try to domineer them, Let them be independent. Let them do what they want. You think you people can understand that? but yeah, there are some reasons to be suspicious. Like if your girl friend walks in the room with a condom on her head then you know you may want to ask a few questions but other than that try to trust the individual. If it doesn't work out, you know what? Fuck them! Let them drop dead from some weird desease. And die. You're better than that and you don't have to validate yourself through another person's life. Every individual is an island and can be an island. You do not need a signifacant other to live life. So stop seeking somthing that isn't there and move on.
Suckers.
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George W. Bush Jr, Horse Killer

2005-03-17T12:49:00.000-05:00

Yesterday morning as I was going about my daily ritual of checking the message boards at Equiman.com, an ontario horse show result site, I came across a thread call Tack for Iraq . At first I couldn't believe my eyes, but after checking, the story appears to be quite true. George W. Bush bombed a stable in Iraq. Not just any Stable but the Iraqi National Herd of Arabian Horses. This can only be described as Cultural Warfare in a attempt to fruther crush the spirit of a nation. The articles sickened me, as did the pictures. So what follows is a condensed version of the article and several of the pictures.

Of the original Herd of 100+ Horses, only 19 remain, the rest having been killed during the bombing of Baghdad when their Facility was struck by a Tomahawk cruise missile. Along with the Horses, the National Herd also lost every piece of equipment and tack necessary to care for these Horses properly. They still have no equipment, as the Human and Infrastructural needs of the Country at this juncture outweigh the needs of the Horses and their caretakers. Yet, regards the Human Need, literally every Humanitarian organization in the Free World is there to help and are doing so and the Human infrastructure is being re-built.

There is, outside of this Website and the Soquili Group, and some truly dedicated United States Army Personnel with HQ Company of the 1st Cavalry Division out of Ft. Hood, Texas, no-one helping the Horses or the people tending to their needs. Elements of the 1st Cav. are in the process of helping the Iraqi Government build a new Horse Facility in the form of a 20-stall expandable barn and associated compound. The Iraqi Government has appointed personnel and charged them with the care of the Horses. I am in personal contact with the Barn Manager, Mr. Muaad Himir, and Iraqi Agricultural Engineer, Mr. Abu Marwan, constantly by email. I will add that the need is so great that our own 1st Cav Soldiers have taken money from their own pockets to purchase poor quality equipment on the local economy in order to facilitate hoof-care and basic handling tack for the Horses. All of the members of the 1st Cav's HQ Company are Horsemen and charged with the care of the U.S. Army's Horses and Mules, and are the only full-time Mounted Cavalry Unit left in the US Military.

I want you to understand the Cultural Importance of the Iraqi National Herd to the People of Iraq. I am American Indian, and my understanding of the cultural importance of Horses is pretty thorough because of that fact. The People of Iraq are deeply rooted in Tribal Culture, that of the Bedouins, to which the Horse is both vital and integral. It is through the National Herd that All Iraqis are One People, regardless of Sect or Status. Iraq, itself, encompasses the area of the Middle-east which, in the ancient past, was Sumer; the oldest known Civilization on Earth. It is from Sumerian Records, in cuneiform script on clay tablets, that the oldest known records of the selective breeding and domestication of Horses is found. The Iraqi National Herd belongs to no Individual, but to the People of Iraq as a Whole. What we do for the Horses, we do for every Iraqi as the Horses are Integral with the Culture of the People.

I have been told by my contacts within the Military in Iraq, and later directly by the Iraqi Barn Manager, that the mere offer of help from a Horseman in America--an ordinary American Citizen--has already had a profound and positive effect on the attitude of Iraqis toward Americans in general. When my first letter was read to them, they could not believe, nor understand why, an American would even care about them, much less their Horses, as the consensus has been that we Hate Iraq and them. We have an opportunity, my friends, not only to help re-grow and restore a Culturally Important Herd of fine Arabian Horses, and correct a tragic mistake, but to help win the Peace in Iraq and change attitudes about Westerners in the Middle-east.

In SSgt. Bussell's own words;

on training the Iraqi Hands:

" We have had to teach everything. To include basic first aid, even on the local pony that someone brought to us because they loved it but didn't know how to fix a basic puncture wound."

and - on the Mission and Tack for Iraq:

"Like I've said before, this is a matter of Peace; to let people know who have nothing to do with the Army. This is a mission of Compassion, not politics or bullets."

Here are the direct links to the pictures
http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab3.htm
http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab4.htm
http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab5.htm
http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab6.htm
http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab8.htm
http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab9.htm

Anyone who is interested in how they can help, or if anyone wants to look at the whole site, here is the link: http://www.soquilicenter.org/arab.htm

I am interested in everyones opinions on this act of cultural warfare and the lack of publicity it recieved in the media. The arabian breed is one of the oldest and purest breeds on the planet, especially those from Iraq, being direct descdants of the Sumerian horses and yet the Americans drop a bomb on them and we in North America hear virtually nothing.
If I ever had a reason to want to smite George Bush, I definitly have one now. As if bombing civillians wasn't enough, he has now declared war on horses.

Just a little humor for my american friends

2005-03-06T15:20:00.000-05:00

rnd_american
Originally uploaded by anna_the_paladin.

Another Post in the Honour of Kim

2005-02-15T10:52:00.000-05:00

Ahhh...The day after Anti-Valentines day..Isn't this magical....

Anyways, I had a great, non-romantic day. Kevin promised me the afternoon, but the poor dear passed out cold for four hours. He really needs more sleep. He is a walking ball of stress. We played Exalted at around 6...Good game..Introduced Katrina's character, I almost killed her several times, but all and all we had a productive session.

I am going home this weekend! Yay! Much excitement. Kevin is coming with me. I get to see my ponies. yay for ponies! They make me smile. We need this time away. No roleplaing for Kevin for a whole weekend.

I got an interesting email from Jane from Shady Lawn, the camp I worked at last summer. It seems she is offering me a higher pay position. Something about being an Evil Overlord of sorts. If I get to drive around in the golf cart, its a done deal. I still need a little convincing though, as my child of the west wind is here, not there, and I would miss him terribly.

I miss Kim!!!! commenting on each others blogs is not enough! She never emails me though *big Lynzy style pout* it's just not the same.

My tummy is hungry. Kevin has to beg and plead to get me to eat one meal a day, but most days I am just not interested in food. Side affect of my medication.

Mad thanks go out to Melisa, my hero! She brought me super yummy cookies and fudge yesterday! I like presents, especially fudgilicious ones. mmmm forbidden chocolate.....

and lastly, but most importantly, for my Valentine's present, Kevin shaved off the beard!!!! Yay..no more scratchy hobo beard! I finally won the war. When I walked in and saw him beardless I almost died of shock. However now he has to endure so much teasing from his friends, but i will make it worth his while.

Later Days all, I am taking votes on whether to go back to California or not

A dream

2005-02-03T13:01:00.000-05:00

In the ring full of horses, he was there. Why, I do not know. He looked different now, not the way he was when I last saw him but more like when I first laid eyes on him. he was raw, more bestial than the almost celestial creature he would become. The tell tale signs of his destiny were there. Occasionally, the wild, hunted look would vanish from his gaze, and be replaced by eyes as old as time itself, ripping into my soul and forcefully taking my heart captive. The whites of his eyes would roll, taking over, and then he would simply look through me, as if I was an umimportant part of the scenery. The rider astride him was very heavy handed, fighting for all she was worth to rein his spirit in, to bend him to her will. Didn't she know that he knew better than her? Why would she not let him become the graceful, powerful being his put on this earth to be? The closer he got to me, the more I felt the little pieces of my soul singing out out to him, dancing with his very essence and then becoming part of him, the catalyst for his ultimate transformation. I gave him this gift freely and watched in rapture as the rider sitting clumsily upon him melted away. He sprouted his invisible eagles wings and raised his voice towards the heavens. As he moved, his hooves left trails of hopes and dreams, wishes made on dark moonless nights by people who felt alone in the world. His very existence satiated all the broken spirited creatures who gazed upon him. In his strength, one could find the will to keep going, in his benevolance, one found unconditional love. He was everything to those who were near, but yet he asked nor wanted for anything. He was satisfied just being. I reached out to touch him, but couldn't. He wanted it, as badly as I did, but at that moment I knew I was never to touch him again. My heart broke and my tears fell freely from my eyes, tears that had been locked away away for far too long. At my outward expression of pain, he looked upon me, with an air of disappointment and pity and slowly shapeshifted into every horse I have ever known, and then slowly disappeared, this time forever.

Kim!!!!

2005-01-29T14:25:00.000-05:00

Ok Kim, this post is for you, because you asked oh so nicely. Just please quick sending psychic pleadings for posts, because my boyfriend is getting jealous of the amount of times I say God damn it Kim, get out of my head! I am introducing him to the wonderful teachings of Biff...Lets just say I am Biff and He is Josh. Teach me what sin is Biff...hehehehehe

so I was thinking
Which came first, the chicken or egg? Given that all chickens are hatched from eggs, and all eggs are laid by chickens, we can determine that the chicken must exist before the egg can exist, and yet the egg must exist before the chicken can exist. Since chickens and eggs cannot exist in an infinite backwards loop, we can determine that neither chickens nor eggs can possibly exist.

# I can bend minds with my spoon.
# Conventional wisdom says to know your limits. To know your limits you need to find them first. Finding you limits generally involves getting in over your head and hoping you live long enough to benefit from the experience. That's the fun part.
# Suicide is the most sincere form of self criticism.
# Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defence.
# "Ignore reality. There's nothing you can do about it."
# Whoever coined the phrase "Quiet as a mouse" has never stepped on one.
# I'm not afraid of insects taking over the world, and you know why? It would take about a million ants just to aim a gun at me, let alone fire it. And you know what I'm doing while they're aiming it at me? I just sort of slip off to the side, and then suddenly run up and kick the gun out of their hands.
# For mad scientists who keep brains in jars, here's a tip: why not add a slice of lemon to each jar, for freshness?
# If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because, man, they're gone. # A wolf in sheeps clothing needs professional help.
# When people run around and around in circles we say they are crazy - When planets do it we say they are orbiting.
# Do you know that if all the smokers were laid end to end around the world, three quarters of them would drown?
# Einstein said that talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence. Answering yourself, however, is a sign of insanity.
# You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
# Scientists say 1 out of every 4 people is crazy, check 3 friends, if they are ok, you're it.
# Late one night at the insane asylum one inmate shouted: I am Napoleon! Another one said: How do you know? The first inmate said: God told me! A voice from another room shouted: I did NOT!
# Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
# Of all the things I've loved and lost, I miss my mind the most.
# Tell your little voices to SHUT UP! I can't hear mine...
# In some cultures what I do would be considered normal.
# Fear not my insanity, fear the mind it protects.
# I'm not myself today. Maybe I'm you.
# The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas.
# I have no problem with you talking to yourself, just as long as it doesn't turn into an argument. # Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before. # You are just jealous because the little voices only talk to me.
# I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.
# I've been wrestling with reality for most of my life. I'm pleased to say I've won.
# Crazy people who are productive are geniuses. Crazy people who are rich are eccentric. But crazy people who are neither productive nor rich are just crazy.
# A tree never hits an automobile except in self-defense.
# In space, no one can hear your teddy bear scream.
# No one suspects the butterfly!
# If you look deep enough into any person's soul, you can see the emu within them struggling to get out. Actually, most people don't have emus in their souls. Just me.
# Polar bears' livers [and penguins'] contain dangerous [lethal] levels of Vitamin A. Do not eat them. The other bits are fine to eat and the pelt makes a warm, fashionable item of clothing. Killing bears with anything but your bare hands is considered weak. Useful Tip No5 from the Scram book of Useful Tips

http://home.houston.rr.com/jimswebdev/runningofthehalflings.jpg
awesomely funny pic

"Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas Time"

2004-12-22T21:29:00.000-05:00

Hang on Kiddies, this is going to be a long post
Once Upon a time, four 22 year old girls piled into a van and headed north for Christmas. And Then The Hilarity Ensused!
Our trip started with me actually rolling well on my stealth check and successfully sneaking up on Melisa, who was just getting into her car to go and pick me up. Ahhh her scream was music to my ears. She was rightly confused as to why I was walking past her house, instead of being where I belonged at my house. Yay for sleepovers.
My duffel bag squished Petey the hampster. Lisa packed her Guniea Pig Bastian in a cooler. Joanna and I were the only ones petless. I left Baby Jack at home, because I trying to learn to sleep without him. I miss him already.
I scored the front seat through some small miracle. This made me master of the music, which I enjoy being. Stupid radio stations trying to trick me into listening to christmas carols. Joanna approves of my boyfriend. I was happy about this, not that her approval made a difference either way. I successfully avoided prying questions about my love life and why I was wearing the same clothes as the day before) by drawing the attention away from me and onto Lisa. Sorry Lis, but all's fair in love and war. Ten minutes into the trip and I was already bored. At the first stop, the service place with the food in Dutton, Lisa gave me a quarter and told me to buy something to amuse myself. After careful deliberation, I decided to pick the stick hand. Which in the first two minutes I got stuck in my hair. A little later, I used the hand in a piece of performance art. it got a little outta hand (hahaha hand) and I whacked my knuckles off the door. Performance art hurts ladies and gentlemen. I decided to lose the hand(it had lost its stickiness anyways) dance to amuse those in the vehicle. When I was getting down to "what you waiting for", Melisa began to laugh. I asked her what she was laughing at and she said "that sign right there". Now all that was on that sign was the Mcdonald's logo and 3 km's ahead. Turns out she didn't want to say she was laughing at me, but choked when it came to making up a lie. So for the next few hours, everytime I saw a Mcdonalds sign I broke into mocking laughter.
The rest of the trip is too silly to get into. Dad picked me up in Orangeville and even stopped at Super Burger to feed me, because I hadn't eaten since the night before. I am so spoiled. The drive to Collingwood was uneventful, Dad spent most of it on his cell phone solving crisis' at work. It turns out people are incapable of making any decisions in his absence. When I walked in our front door, a black blur came flying at me and jumped on my duffle bag. I carried the duffle bag and wiggling puppy in to the house. Damn is Babe big now. She is the size of a border Collie and only three months old. And very very full of energy. I now realise what Kevin has to put up with from me, and I am sorta sorry. Not completely sorry though. I attended the first of many family functions. it made me laugh that all my relatives kept saying how great I looked, and how much they loved my hair. I had on two day old jeans, I threw on my black off the shoulder shirt and I didn't even brush my hair. But apparently I looked better than ever. I spent some time with the little ones, my 4 , 3 and year old cousins. Turns out three year old cousin Oakley can use the computer as well as I can. Had a great talk with Grandma. She wants me to audition for a play her community centre is putting on. Unfortunatly that would mean moving home for a month if I got the part. I explained RPG's to her, and she is enamoured with them already. My Grandma has worse A.D.D than me. She wants me to run drama workshops at the centre, and wants me to ask Kevin to run a few introduction to roleplaying pay sessions. She thinks there could be a lot of money it. We made a deal that I am going to start work on some childrens books about Lynzy and Grandma's adventures in Africa that she will illustrate. Who knows...maybe grandma and I will make some money.
This morning was just lovely. Welcome home Lynzy, you have a dentist appointment at 8:30 am...I hate the dentist. Then it was off to the grocery store which was insanely busy and crawling with old people who can't push carts properly. Grocery shopping with Mom is an all day affair. I swear I have never spent so much time in a grocery store before. The magic of christmas was sorta ruined, as mom had me pick out some of the stuff for my stocking. We had an interesting interaction in the cheese section where she informed me that I couldn't have cheese because it was bad for my lungs. I know it is bad for my lungs. But I like it. I told her cheese is the only thing that can make me happy and by denying me cheese, she was denying me hapiness ( a horrible lie, but hey I was desperate for cheese). She told me I need counselling of cheese was the only bright spot in my life. Why do I have to have a mother that has a masters in social work and is a family therapist? She did however let me get apple flavoured pop because it was diet and sugar free. I also suckered her into buying Candy cane Fudge crackle ice cream. I know, it makes no sense. I am not allowed to have cheese because it is bad for my asthma, but ice cream is fine. Oh well. I have ice cream. hehehehehe. During the exhilarating excursion to the grocery store, as I was feeling sorry for myself, I noticed that the store music was actually quite fitting "simply having a wonderful christmas time". it made me more bitter s I trudged down the aisles pushing the cart.
I came home and was told to dig out the christmas boxes so we could decorate. Then I got to sort through my horse and get it ready to sell. It breaks my heart to sell Key's stuff, but I really don't need it anymore. It's sad, but I actually cried when I looked at the label on one of his blankets Horse: Florida Keys Owner: Lindsay Clark. Sigh...I can't cling on to bits of leather and material. I am not selling his leather halter though (even though its worth about $50 even though it used). I am keeping that.

ok enough news. Theres one other thing I wanted to post. I came across this quote that really struck a chord in me. Now we all know that I am not in the least bit religious, I follow Pelor more than any other god (although I am being converted to the Unconquered Sun because he did bring Kev into my life). However, I think this is a very wise concept, and in the spirit of passing on notable notions, here goes:
"A Woman"
This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, the book where all the sayings and preachings of Rabbi's are conserved over time.
It says: "be very careful if you make a woman cry because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be Superior, but from his side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved".

Thats all folks,
Later Days

Thank you Unconquered Sun

2004-12-18T13:23:00.000-05:00

I lived my life in shadow. Never the sun on my face. It didn't seem so sad, thoughI figured that was my place. Now I'm bathed in light, something just isn't right. I'm under your spell. How else could it be anyone would notice me? It's magic, I can tell. How you've set me free, brought me out so easily. I saw a world enchanted, Spirits and charms in the air. I always took for granted, I was the only one there. But your power shone, brighter than any of I've known. I'm under your spell. Nothing I can do. You just took my soul with you. You worked your charm so well. Finally, I knew everything I dreamed was true. You make me believe... The moon to the tide I can feel you inside. I'm under your spell, surging like the sea, brought to you so helplessly. I break with every swell, lost in ecstasy. You make me complete...

I am the magical chaos fairy..whee!!

2004-12-16T10:22:00.000-05:00

Ahhh a totally random post. This post is in the spirit of that practice I have long since abandoned, "Lynzy's Random Thought Of The Day!" Upon spending some quality girl time with Lisa the other day, we both realised that we missed that age old tradition of me posting the days random excerpt into Lyny's chaotic mind on my door. Since only two people really see my door on a regular basis (I'll leave it up to your sick and twisted minds to decide who those two are), I thought it would be more practical to use this blog as a pseudo door. Ahh the cleverness of me.

Why are crappy reality shows so addicting? I consider Lis and I to be rather intelligent, semi-cultutered and worldly people. Why is it then that we are sucked in to low budget, gimmick ridden reality shows that are just riding the coat tails of the success of survivor? We are both addicted to The New Gilligans Island. Which is exactly like survivor, except the contestants have to fill sterotypical roles. wait...hold on...it is exactly like survivor.

Ok enough about that, lets move on to another topic. Is it really such a bad thing that I have finally settled down? yes this Lynzy is much mellower than past Lynzy's, but I think it is for the best. Just so everyone knows... It is not because of Kevin that I have given up the partying life. It is because I am at a place in my life where I no longer need to get crazy drunk and do stupid things to feel emotions. I am finally starting to get back to the real Lynzy, without all the crazy lights, special effects and guest appearances. Please be happy for me.

Ahh..I have set myself up perfectly for my next random thought. The issue of Kevin and I. I know the rumours are flying. Yes..shockingly enough..He does occasionally stay over. He will continue to do this. However...what we do or don't do in my room is between him and I. That is how it shall stay. Plus its kinda funny to watch people try and figure it out. I love ya all, I love the girl talk, but for now, this girl is not talking. I will say one thing though, I am a very happy and satisfied girl. Take that as you will.

Do I go home for christmas. Hmm theres another tough issue. There are people and things I want to see, but theres also this underlying force thats preventing me from actually being excited about it. I will probably cave and go. Why stay here alone in Windsor.

Ok I have stumbled across a pirate named generator, and I thought I would let some of you know what your pirate name would be. I take no responsiblity for if you like them or not, or if they in some way offend you, I just typed in your name, and this is what they gave me :

Lindsay (hehe thats me): Pirate Aurora The Staggering Drunk
Lisa: High-Pitched Lea
Sarah: Black Death Jean
Kim: Yellow Marie Straw
Melisa: Shoutin Augusta Grim
Amanda: Cap'n Madeline Pegleg
Kevin: Legless Hugo Morgan
Richard: Pirate Brody the Backstabber
Tristan: Cap'n Iggy Dull Blade
Trev: Pirate Palgrave the Malformed
Dave: Cap'n Billy Blackbeard
Drew: "chocolate" Bill Barbossa
Patrick: Cap'n Davey Hatchetback
Lawrence: Cap'n Bud deadweight
Ben: Pirate Thomas the Well Tanned
Alex: Bloody Brett Cutty
Matt: Cap'n Not-So-Courageous Jones
Dane: Pirate Syd The Infected
Joe: Hackin' Stu Sparrow
Steph: Pirate Britt The Parrotless

ok I am now done, the amusement has finally worn off. drop me a comment, let me know what you think.

later days

Insane Horse Stuff

2004-12-14T11:29:00.000-05:00

Check these links out, They are crazy...this first pic is quite the interesting way to jump, to say the least!
http://community.webshots.com/photo/145765453/146061651TcVfzl

This video is amazing...The rider is insane..but it is never the less the most amazing piece of riding I have ever seen. The first link is a quick 30 second video, the second is the eight minute documentary explaining the historical significance of what you are seeing.
http://homepage.mac.com/john.brian/Living-with-Horses/iMovieTheater44.html

http://homepage.mac.com/john.brian/Living-with-Horses/iMovieTheater43.html

Enjoy!

A Little Excursion Into The Heart of The Paladin

2004-12-11T11:27:00.000-05:00

Your voice makes me tremble inside And your smile is an invitation For my imagination to go wild. ~ by Anonymous ~

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature To stop speech when words become superfluous. ~ by Ingrid Bergman ~

Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned... ~ by William Butler Yeats ~

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself But if your love and must needs have desires, Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips. ~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~

The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss. ~ by Unknown ~

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction. ~ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~

* Once in awhile, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairy tale. Anonymous

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will. Mahatma Gandhi

And each man stand with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Fight one more round. When your arms are so tired that you can hardly lift your hands to come on guard, fight one more round. When your nose is bleeding and your eyes are black and you are so tired that you wish your opponent would crack you one on the jaw and put you to sleep, fight one more round - remembering that the man who always fights one more round is never whipped. James Corbett

Another man's soul is darkness. Russian proverb

Never does a man portray his own character more vividly than in his manner of portraying another. Jean Paul Richter

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him. James D. Miles

Hands Down

2004-12-02T23:00:00.000-05:00

Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near,
stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.
My hopes are so high
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
Hands down
this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair
that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock
when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.

lyrics to accompany my last post

2004-11-25T23:01:00.001-05:00

this dashboard conffessional song perfectly describes my state of mind right now. Take it as you will:
The Places You Have Come to Fear Most
This is where I say
I've had enough
And no one should ever feel the way that
I feel now.
A walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house like
I've never wanted out
And this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
Cause they would never do,
I would never do.
Never
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar
Don't say that
everything's working when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the jokes on me.
But, I'm not laughing
You're not leaving
Who do I think I am kidding?
When I'm the only one locked in this hell
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar
Don't say that everything's working
when everything's broken.A
nd you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the jokes on me.

Lack of Air Ramblings

2004-11-25T23:01:00.000-05:00

I can't breathe. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. It's a little distressing, because I thought I was doing better. I am scared, because I am home alone. I hate being home alone when I feel this way. I wasn't supposed to be alone tonight, but we won't get into that. My lungs feel like they are collapsing inwards.

Lets see..an update on my life...
I am enjoying all the games I am currently in. My favourite character right now is Allegria. She is going in the direction I wanted her to. Keaira is giving me a little trouble, because I was forced to re-define who she is. Maybe I should work on that before tomorrow. Lila is Lila....I am still figuring her out, but I think she has quite the colourful personality. She did impress an air elemental dragon. Todays session left much to be desired, but that happens.

As for my social life....yes....I got nothing....I need to clarify a few things with some people, and sort a lot of crap out. Things aren't going the way I want them. Things aren't exactly bad, but they are not great either. I miss the way things were this time last year. We seemed to be having a lot more fun. The new people are great, don't get me wrong, but for some reason I can't shake this lonely feeling. Maybe I need to get out more.

I miss the horses. I haven't ridden since september, and even then it wasn't really riding. I took Ollie on one customer trail ride (aka babysitting the tourists in hopes of making tip money) and took Topper over a few jumps for Scottie. But thats it...since camp....I am going crazy. I didn't ride when I went home for thanksgiving, but that was because it was the second anniversary of Key being sold. It still hurts really badly, and Jack was gone too, so I just couldn't bring myself to ride another horse. I am so scared of getting attached and losing the horse. My heart has been broken by horses too many times in the last few years...Key, Jackers, Scooter...having to leave Plumb behind in California. I had no intention of getting close to Plumb..I just rode him because Jane asked me to, but I fell in love with him anyways. Which was strange, because I enjoyed riding Rossi more...or at least I thought I did. Plumb had spirit, showed affection, tried his heart out. Rossi was more machine like, he did his job, and did it really well, but that was it. He lacked Plumb's heart and devotion. I didn't notice what a change had occured in Plumb, but when people came up to me at the end of the summer and congratulated me on how great plumb was doing, it made me proud. Especially when his owners, the Autrey's, said that he never looked better. I need to ride, but I am scared to form a bond with a horse again, at least until I can get my own horse again.

wow..okay I am getting dizzy..I am going to lie down, maybe force some food down...I have not been eating right at all lately, I have been skipping too many meals.

On My Own

2004-11-15T20:55:00.000-05:00

And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn,
no one to go to
Without a home without a friend
Without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
I can make believe he's here
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone I walk with him till morning
Without him I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way
I close my eyes
And he has found me
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river's just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me
His world would go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known I love him
I love him I love him
But only on my own

It's Happening Again

2004-11-10T11:40:00.000-05:00

AUGGGGHHHH!
Thats the only word that comes to my mind. People are way too wound up and they are spotuing off like yappy poddles at the mailman. Sorry..I should explain.
Richards Exalted game....I love it dearly, I think Richard is doing a wonderful job, I love the system, I love everyone characters, I am even starting to love my character. HOWEVER...
Insert Lynzy's Rant of Extreme Doom (Matt told me everything sounds better if you add doom)
I hate confrontation. I am an emotional amplfier, so when those around me are feeling extreme emotions, I am feeling them even worse. This leads to me spending all my time trying to calm myself down, hence the quiet state I enter.
Mostly, the reason I keep so quiet is I am a watcher. I love to watch people and figure them out. I frequently get lost in my own thoughts, hence the glassy eyed look. I am having a hard time expressing myself in this group. Two of the people intimidate me to know end, and I am Terrified of saying the wrong thing in front of them. When we do discuss anything as a group, everyone steps all over each other and talks all at once. That is not the kind of conversation I would like to participate in.
I do not (myself or Allegria) hate any players or characters in the game. perhaps to clear the air, I'll give mine and Allegria's opinions of everyone.
Shade/Alex: Allegria had no opinion of Shade either way. She admired his strength in battle, but questioned if he had the valor and conviction to become a truly great warrior. She is very impressed about his setting up of her to look very good in the eyes of Norellen. Alex as a person is great as far as I can tell. I have not really had a chance to get to know him at all, but I am not threatened by him, or nervous of him.

Devon/Ben: To Allegria, Devon is amusing. He has kingly aspirations in the areas of love and seduction, and she applauds him for those, but believes he needs direction. She hesistates to trust him because of his disappearing nature. As for Ben, I think he is great. We had a chance to hang out away from the game at Colasanti's and I think he is very sweet. I have no problems with him.

I'ithen/Drew: Because of I'ithen's social nature, Allegria associates easily with him. She does not respect his obsession with trying to fit in amoungest the dragon blooded, but that is partly her elitest view of the class system. She believes that he should embrace his solar side and show pride. Drew as a person intimidates and terrifies me. I cannot get a reading off of him, and can never tell if he likes me or finds me useless and annoying. I am afraid of saying something that he will shoot down, or make fun of.

Aigoth/Kevin: Allegria and Aigoth share a lot of similar goals and views of the world. She knows that he is the one party member who can give her what she wants more than anything, to be in a position of power. As for Kevin as a person, he also intimidates me. Yet at the same time I trust him and look for protection and guidance from him. There are other factors that make up that opinion, but those are not ones I want to discuss here.

Shelby/Sarah: Allegria admires Shelby's conviction. She does not however like how she disapears all the time, much like her feelings of Devon. Allegria is a character who shows her face when she is decieving someone, and she dislikes those who do it by hiding in the shadows. She feels if you are going to do it, you should be brave enough to put your own safety on the line. She admires the way Shelby can gather so much useful information, even if she disagrees with the methods in which it was obtained. Sarah as a person, you know I love ya.

I am extremely frustrated. Drew says I need to do something with my character, well I am. I do not engage in petty arguments, because she believes she is above them. I actively particpate in all plans and battles. Occasionally I go off on my own, but I am a priestess with a temple, I need to go there every few days. I have no reason to go to town, or to move about the manor associating with servants, its not here style. Perhaps here I should explain Allegria:
She was the princess of a desert horse raising tribe named the Courain. She was the middle child, and had two brothers, Aisen, the oldest, and Kandar, the youngest. Her father was a very influential leader and a great warrior. She was raised learning swordplay, riding and the rules of battle. Valor and honour were extremely important. In a horse stealing raid perpetrated by another rival tribe, her brothers were killed. Kandar was killed honourably in battle, while trying to save the horses, but Aisen tried to flee at the first sign of battle and was killed by an arrow to the back while he attempted to escape. Allegria fought valiantly, but was captured by the bandit tribe and taken hostage. Theykept her as a slave, but when attempted to rape her, thats when she exalted and escaped, returning to her grieving father who had believed all his children dead. This is her outlook. She realised that her great beauty can be used to get what she wants. Great power should be achieved by valorious means. If someone else is willing to do something for you, let them, energy should be reserved for tasks that really need it. If you do not have your pride, you have nothing. She is a princess by mortal standards, and now she is a zentih caste exalt. That puts her above normal humans, and she expects them to respect that.

Enough about her, if you want to know more..just ask..she really is very complicate, and has a million little sub rules of conduct.

I hate when games go through problems like this. it is really not necessary. I am scared to death that everyone will end up quitting, I really truly do not want that to happen under any cirumstances. I like playing this game. I like where Allegris is taking me. Sure it was insanely frustrating and disappointing to see everything I had been working on in character get destroyed, but I'll deal with that. I will play the cards I have been dealt, and look out Morella, if I have to track you to the ends of creation, I will.
I don't want to hurt anyones feelings, or upset anyone...in the risk of sounding like a silly girl, can't well all just be friends?

Behind Blue Eyes

2004-11-07T19:20:00.000-05:00

No one knows what it's like
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man

The Pine Trail

2004-11-04T23:11:00.000-05:00

The tall, wise old trees block out the afternoon sun.
The entire world is silent, totally at peace.
The only sounds I hear are the hoofbeats
crunching the pine needles,
the fallen comrades of the those still on the tree.
I hear you breathing and I glance over.
This is the only place I want to be.
There is no need for wrods right now,
I can see your thoughts,
they are present in your face,
the way the sun shines on your dark hair,
even in the way you ride your horse.
I see love for me refelcting in your eyes and I feel safe.
The sun is casting shadows everywhere,
infiltrating the battle lines of the pine needles.
It casts a warm glow on your skin.
All around me I can smell comfort;
Pine, fresh water, the sweet smell of the horses we sit astride.
A bright light appears and we come
To the end of the pine trail.
A slight turn of your head and thats all I need.
I know what you desire.
Together in one fluid motion our horses take off,
the wind whipping through my long wild hair.
As we left the pine trail that day we lost our innocence,
Entering the world of experience unprepared
a place in which we are worlds apart.
We may have left childhood behind that day,
left it in the magical world beneath the pine trees,
but deep in my mind I will always be there with you
safe for all eternity
forever remaining innocent.

Just Some Funny Song Parodies I came across

2004-10-25T10:33:00.000-04:00

"Unleash the Dragon" Based on the performance by Sisqo"Dungeons and Dragons" Parody by Jenny Fernandez
dungeons and dragons dragons dragons...
What I'm about to say
I'm sure nobody expected
But that's what I do
You all know meI'm a geek...
I play dungeons and dragonsuh
...come on..Here I come...
monsters hold me back
try to hold me back
I'm about to kill the dragon
attack, move,
better get out my way
it's the new edition...
it's a brand new rules
kill da monsters
kill da monsters
I don't really care..
orcs or catapillas
I'm about to kill the dragon now
na na na na na na nana...
you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...
yeah...you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me..
.yeah...where's the dragon?
where's the dragon?
when you're tired of search'n
you're rest'n
players got me pissed like little imps
I'm about to get into the campaign again..
halfling's shorty
halfling's shorty
I about to steal all your gold shorty...
you didn't let the dragon out?
na na na nananananna
you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...yeah...
you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...
yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah
yeahyeah...
I don't think all you heroes want me to release the dragon
gonna spit breath of black if your laggin'
magic and a mind flayerI could see you...
I'll see you need a ressurection
You all heroes know how this gonna go..
might as well just run below..
any beef with my beast and the spells explode..
I'm a real evil wizard and I'll let my dragon blow.
.you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...yeah...
you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...
yeah...you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...yeah...
you all geeks gonna hear me
play dungeons and dragons
I know you don't really wanna
play dungeons and dragons
geeks don't ya hear me...
yeah...surely you hear me...yeah...
I'm the dragon
the big D
You think you kill me...
what?uh huh..I ain't dead now..all I'm doing..
.is let all you heroes know
I'm about to unleash the acid breath
if you attack me...
play dungeons and dragons...
you with me..
.play dungeons and dragons...
let me see your weapons up
you will all have fun...
I'm about to let you know...
play dungeons and dragons..
I want to let you know
play dungeons and dragons..
D&D 3E gotta see..
what?
play dungeons and dragons...
play dungeons and dragons...yeah..

"Rollin" Based on the performance by Limp Bizkit"Rollin (Dungeons and Dragons Style)" Parody by Syncronos
For everybody who prayed for that critical damage while you were fighting the Red Dragon with no magic missiles left- you know who you are!

It's your turn
Keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is

Get your stats up
Get your- get your stats up
(Double Damage)
Get your stats up
Get your stats up

Move in now move out
Enemies are coming out
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Your cleric's knocked out
Your party's tore up
So what you gonna do now

Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(Save!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(d12!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(Yeah)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN

Now I know you be lovin' this game right here
Playin' D & D, that's the name right here
You used up all your magic so you can't cast a spell
So you'd best fight well
Or burn in hell! 1 2 3 the DM's got you fixed
The twenty sided die will solve it in the mix
I hope that you can find it in the dice you took out
Man, get your book
Or get knocked the f*ck out!

Get your stats up!
Get your stats up!

Move in now move out
Enemies are coming out
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Your cleric's knocked out
Your party's tore up
So what you gonna do now

Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(Save!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(d12!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(Yeah)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN

You wanna mess with my wizard? (Yeah)
You can't mess with my wizard. (Why?)
Because he's just to strong. (Huh?)
His level's just too high. (Oh.)
And you see this spell right here? (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to let it fly. (Oops!)
So you and your team are, uh
All about to die! (D'oh!)
I got the spell set
Don't feel the pain yet?
I ain't rolled for damage
So you better pray I don't hit!
10th level magic spells
Passing out the hotness!
Your hopeless!
Blasting right through your armor class!

Get your stats up!
Get your stats up!
Move in now move out
Enemies are coming out
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Your cleric's knocked out
Your party's tore up
So what you gonna do now
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(Save!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(d12!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN
(Yeah)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN

All the wizards!
All the soldiers!
And all the orcs who don't give a f*ck!
All the halflings!
All the humans!
All the elves that need to quit swoonin'!
Straight warriors! Magic users!
And all you evil dead sorcerer abusers!
Spell casters!
Dungeon masters!
And all the players all around the world!

Move in now move out
Enemies are coming out
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Your cleric's knocked out
Your party's tore up
So what you gonna do now
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN(Save!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN(d12!)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN(Yeah)
Keep ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN

2004-09-27T16:00:00.000-04:00

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Now seeking Applicants

2004-09-27T15:26:00.000-04:00

I am currently seeking applicants for a normal, average, no frills boyfriend. He does not have to be good looking, rich, or a super hero (although super human powers would be an asset. He just must be kind, pay attention to me once in awhile. Tolerate my child like exuberance for life, and not mind being the focus of some mischievous cry for attention from me. He must accept me as I am, for I will do the same for him, and be intelligent enough to speak not only in full sentences, but be able to hold a conversation about anything other than cars, beer, sports (unless it is most Extreme Elimination Challenge, or something involving horses) video games, anime or comic books. All of those are acceptable discussion topics and I have nothing against them, but I require a broader range of worldly knowledge than just the afore mentioned categories. He must be able to tolerate my love of the discovery challenge, and accept that I will drop everything to watch Mythbuster (hey they blow stuff up, and they are really funny). Here are a few other need to knows about spending time with me:

Lion Like Pouncing maneuvers:
At any given moment for no reason at all, I could decide to execute the lion pounce attack. Its all in fun and usually no one gets hurt.

Red Food Dye+ Lynzy= wacky fun times for all!

Movies:
I will watch pretty much anything except for sci-fi outer space...Don't even try, there are very few movies with the words Star and Space in the title that I actually have enjoyed/
I love bad B horror movies...If you can laugh at them with me, you are the guy for me.

D&D:
don't bad mouth the paladins and you won't get hurt. Real men use swords, not boys. Don't get me started on range weapons. Have a personal code and stick to it, whatever it may be. Don't kill children or puppies.

Hurricanes Nachos and Strongbow is an excellent way to spend an evening.

Don't step up to the monopoly table unless you are prepared to be crushed.

Keep all comments about Elijah, Disney Movies, and Dawson to a minimum, unless you are prepared to deal with the above mentioned Lion Pouncing maneuver.

Small things keep me amused, they will buy you some lovely quiet time. Remember a bored Lynzy is a mischievous Lynzy, keep me busy and we will all be happier.

And The Most Important Area:

My Horses:
Understand that the horses have been in my life for a very long time, and they are the most important thing to me. This means that sometimes you may be a little neglected for the horses. It doesn't mean I love you any less, they were just here first. Boyfriends who can't understand my need to hang out with these four legged giants need not apply.

So if this sounds all fine and great to you, come and find me. Or if you aren't interested, maybe you know a friend who will be wink wink

Mission: Infilitrate Fall Fair

2004-09-17T20:33:00.000-04:00

AHHHH!!!!! Thats all I can say to describe the utter chaos I have gotten myself into. I waltzed in to the barn to today to find these key elements to a successful showing weekend missing.
1. No Kids and no clue which kids should be there
2. No class list which also means no clue what start time tomorrow
3. No Ray so can't set a time we are leaving anyways
and the list goes on..

so I wait....hang around...chat with Ange for a bit... Help out with the vet...Decide to work the pony...run out of things to do with the pony, so decide to be helpful and take a customer ride out. it was the ride from hell, but hey I got to ride Chumbawumba Ollie and got a tip as well... Lynzy like money..especially when it comes from goofy tourists who can't ride but believe that they are john wayne or some other stupid TV cowboy.

Kill a little more time, eat some cookies with Ange, decide to cal the boss lady to find out where the hell my info packet containing everything I need to know to coach the kids this weekend is hiding. Apparently she gave it to Sam and it will be there with Sam at 5:30. Tells me (note the tell not the ask) that I am to vraid Beejay and Booker. I cry and wail and curse the spiteful god who laid this task before me. Seriously, braiding those two is like one of things you hate doing, but your parents say is good for you because it "builds character".
Beejay was a jerk as always and we had quite the stand off when it came to braiding his forelock (his bangs for all you non horsey people out there). I won in the end after yelling in is face calling him every bad word I could think of. Not surpirsingly, he barely even moved to breathe after that. Score stands at Lynzy 1, thousand pound horse afraid of being yelled at 0.
Enter Booker. He cannot be tied at all. This makes braiding especially challenging. needless to say, i did have tonight and am finishing the rest tomorrow. I stabbed myself with the latch hook and bled viciously all over part of the braiding job. I wiped some on his face as a warning. I dodn't what I am warning him against. Maybe that I am a crazy human who will not think twice about bleeding on him.
Tomorrow I am taking two kids. Should be an easy day, since the most coaching they will need is in the walk trot equitation class. The rest are just silly games. There is a costume class. This pleases me. If they win any ribbons in good grooming I am stealing them, because god damn it, I braided the stupid horses, I should get the damn ribbon. I am going to lie down now, I need my rest. Check back for more updates on Mission:infiltrate Fall fair...I can hardly wait for the older girls and the jumping classes on sunday...God Help us All!!

2004-08-21T21:57:00.000-04:00

My Rossi and My Wallis

Sam, a week two camper after his makeover the girls gave him

Janna and Maria

Junior counselors Alyssa and Kayla

Also for you Janna, Our Theme Song...

2004-08-13T17:09:00.000-04:00

See how badly both Janna and I need to go home, this is our mutually agreed upon theme song for our life at camp, from our favourite movie (shudder) The Saddle Club

Hello World
Hello world, this is me life should be,
fun for everyone.
Life is easy if you wear a smile,
just be your self don’t ever change your style,
you are you, I am me, we’ll be free.
Hello world this is me
life should be mmm mmm yah
fun for everyone,
hello world come and see this is me.
Come on baby, don’t be afraid
Come on baby, it’s not to late say you do,
won’t you open up the door and let me in.
Hello world this is me
life should be mmm mmm yah fun for everyone,
hello world come and see
life should be fun for everyone.
Every now and then i’m insecure
let me show you life can be so pure,
seize the day,
wear a big happy smile on your face.
Look into my eyes and tell me straight,
for you I’ll make the whole world wait,
let me know, if it’s so, let it show.
Hello world this is me
life should be mmm mmm yah
fun for everyone,
hello world come and see, this is me.
Come on baby, don’t be afraid
Come on baby,
it’s not to late, say you do,
won’t you open up the door and let me in.
Hello world this is me
life should be mmm mmm yah
fun for everyone, hello world
come and see life should be
fun for everyone.
Hello world this is me life should be fun for everyone.
Fun for you yeah,
fun for me yeah,
fun for everyone,
fun for everyone.

Something Better

2004-08-13T16:58:00.000-04:00

This is for Janna, for you know how I feel.

I look around here and I want to cry
I feel like the world is passing me by.
And I just can't help but wonder
If I'm doomed to wash and dry
And is it a curse I'm under to do it 'til I die?
When I could be an explorer, sailing off to distant lands
Instead of spending every afternoon just getting dish pan hands.
I want a life that's filled with things both wild and free,
There's gotta be something better
Something better
There's gotta be something better than this for me.
I look around here and wonder what for?
It seems to me there must be something more
Something more than stacks of dishes, and washing this old floor.
If I had my pick of wishes, I'd wish me out that door.
'Cause I'm hungry for adventure, and I'm fed up with this grind.
If I don't get some excitement soon, I'm gonna lose my mind.
My future looks like nowhere that I want to be,
There's gotta be something better
Something better
There's gotta be something better than this for me.

Hey! If it's weird and wild let's go and find it ha ha ha ha!
The crazier, the better, is what I say

To tell the truth I really wouldn't mind it

Mind what?
If we found someplace with ten square meals a day!

Let danger call my name

If it does, I'm gonna hide...
I'll put my courage to the test,
And I'll be by your-
We'll be by your side!
There's gotta be something better than this
I know that there's so much out there to see
And I know this life I'm living can't be my destiny
There's gotta be something better,
Something better...
There's gotta be something better for me
There's something better than this for you and me!

No Hable Espangnol sir...really, I am serious, I can't even say I can't speak spanish, thats how little I speak

2004-08-12T18:01:00.000-04:00

What do you get when you cross a 1500 lb 17 hand Thoroughbred eventer who has not been out of his stall in a week, ridden by a girl who recently wrecked her back and has been out of the saddle for two weeks, leading a trail ride full of intermediate at their best and lower then beginer at their worst riders with a crazy mexican almond farm worker who speaks NO ENGLISH uses a huge tractor and a sprayer, all the while beating a tree with a branch the size of most small trees?

PURE CHAOS...did I mention its also one hundred and ten degrees outside and you sweat so much you can't see? I love thursdays.

What is it about Thursdays that makes people lose their minds around here? Every single Thursday the kids forget everything they have ever been taught, the horses act like psychos and the staff go brain dead. Oh yeah and Jane yells. Wait, she yells every day, just more and louder on thursdays it seems. Only one more thursday left.

I am swearing cowboy Nick in as a certified Paladin tonight. He has proven himself more than worthy and besides, he lets me put his hair into little tiny braids. He and I are going to chill, quite literally in the library tonight with the ac on and watch Hidalgo. I love that movie. I am going to miss Nick when I leave, he has become a great friend. He is what is keeping me going through these last few days of camp. TEN DAYS UNTIL I AM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.......

I want to bring my warhorse Rossi home with me :(

The Curtain Goes Down On The Haunted Cabin

2004-08-11T18:54:00.000-04:00

Once I tried to eat a whole cucumber but I got chapped lips so I had to stop.....ahhh the infinite wisdom of campers.

One week left.....sigh......I want to go home now. I miss civilisation like you wouldn't believe, and I am starting to get a little cranky with the children. Yes of course Sally we are riding today, yes you are going swimming at four o'clock, and Mary, what do we do everyday after lunch? I mean come on, this is friday for god's sake, get with the routine already. And No I don't own Peanut Butter ( a horse who I have never even brush let alone ridden, where did that rumor start I wonder?)
In America, if you hold open a door for a person and expect them to take it and hold it for the next person, keep dreaming, you will just end up holding the door for everyone and heaven forbid if you let the door go and it hits them. Then you are the bad guy.

The final performance of the haunted cabin recieved a screaming ovation! It started early in the afternoon just before dinner when the warm up act of two campers (both repeat campers who were in on the conspiracy) staged several fights, acting like they hated each other. By the time evening activity rolled around, both campers had been sent back to the cabin for displine (really to head out to the lake to help scare the others) after recieving a thorough chewing out from me which sent the rest of the campers in the kind of silence you get when children are fearing for their lives. Janna was awesome in her role as the white lady, and Maria did great playing Stephen, its not easy acting scary while your boobs are being crushed by duct tape. As always the campers screamed, they cried, I got yelled at by an 11 year old for scaring her nine year old cousin while she herself was shaking in her riding boots. And that was just the begining. The campers were told they had to walk around the lake trail to go see the dock and the swing platform close up. On our way there, Janna, Kayla , Maria and Bobbi (one of the campers who was sent to the "cabin" after getting in trouble) hid in one of the horse trailers and when we past it, they screamed bloody murder and banged on the sides.....the reaction was priceless... the walk around the lake was uneventful except the two times I screamed. For you see, if a counselor screams, there must be something to scream about, so all the campers scream as well. When we were walking home, I happened to shine my flash light into one of the sheds and inside we saw Janna, in her whitelady costume and makeup hung from the ceiling rocking back and forth. Inside my head I was thinking, "nice touch guys" while the kids were thinking something that was verbalised as AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!@!!!!!!!!@@@@!!!!!!!!!
The kids took off and did not stop running until they got back to our cabin. I love being a camp counselor!

I think we went out in style. Next week there shall be no more haunted cabin, as we only have two over nighters and one has been here (and through the ordeal of the cabin) before. Yes thats right, two overnighters and three day campers. Don't ask me, I have no idea why we are running the last week. Seems a little pointless to me. But hey, I'm not in charge.

OWWWWIIEEEEEE

2004-07-31T20:01:00.000-04:00

My back hurts, yes it does lalalalala... Stupid dish sanitizer you have once again thwarted my attempts to do dishes without hurting myself...first it was the 180 degree shower when I opened you at the wrong time, now you had to go and get stuck and make me hurt my back. When children know that you are helpless and lying prone, watch out ladies and gentlemen, animals are kinder they don't tease their food before they kill it!
On a happy note,I got some lovely flowers and letter from one of my campers today. That cheered me up while I lay helpless on the barn bench, shouting orders at kids that they didn't follow, knowing full well that I could not enforce them.
Three more weeks of camp!!!!!! yay!!!!!! I'll miss the place when I am gone though.
Next week stay tuned for the thrid installment of the Haunted Cabin, which Patrick the camp director and I have dreamed up. We call it, The Haunted Cabin on Steriods, same old story, much scarier effects. We are drilling hole in the wall of the cabin and attaching cables to the bunk beds so when someone outside pulls the cables, the bunks fly back against the walls. An air compressor will shoot air up through the floor boards, and a sledge hammer banging on the underside of the floor makes all the beds jump. Not to mention Counselor Janna walking "across" the lake (how we accomplish that is top secret) in a long flowing white dress and white face makeup. My goal is too make somebody pee their pants. remember the colassanti's motto, "you are only as good as how many children you make cry!"

Wheeeeee!

2004-07-18T01:17:00.000-04:00

Its Break week!
No Campers for One Whole Week. What on earth will I do with myself? Had a crazy adventure with the girlz tonight. We were in Subway having dinner and some man with his shirt open stumbled in and asked us for a dollar. When we said no, denoting the open alcohol bottle in a paper bag in his shakey hand, he told us, and I quote: "Go to the Isle of Lesbos and die there, on the devils island." Now Kristi and Kim were naturally scared, but stupid Lynzy who thinks too much and wouldn't recognize danger if it bit her in the ass (remember the cardboard bobsled event I started down our stairs) was intriguged. I mean, that was quite intelligent for a drunk off his ass yokel. He didn't just call us dirty lesbians, he told us to go to the Isle of lesbos. Well, the harvard educated drunk took off down the street when the little chinese man who runs the Subway told him off. The girls and I continued on our merry way to the Galaxy Cinema 12, to enjoy our night off. Half way there, my paladin senses started tingling, and I saw Drunk Man heading toward us with quite the sinister look on his face. I pulled the other two into a convience store. The nice man working asked what the problem was and I told him. When drunk man got close, Kristi and Kim hid behind the budweiser at the back of the store (nice play shakespeare, when a drunk is chasing you, should you really hide behind the alcohol?) I stood my ground and watched as the convience store man tore a strip off the drunk a mile wide. We then continued on our way to the movies, where we saw King Arthur, which I loved. It's funny, I am the shortest of the three girls by far, yet I did not resort to cowering behind the budweiser. Maybe its because I have no sense in my head, and will never admit I am out matched.

2004-07-12T19:35:00.001-04:00

I am having one of those days where I am too tired to think about whats going on around me and instead I am wandering around in a swirling vortex of old memories and thoughts. Camp has a sucked a lot out of me, but thank pelor next week is break week.
I miss a lot of things. I miss playing 13 hours straight of x box with Patrick (or x Crate as Richard calls it.) I miss our halfling Rogues who we used as pack mules and our fighter and wizard....that was the first video game I ever played long enough to beat. I miss going out to the Loop, especially the girls nights Jenn and Amanda and I had. I miss Trev's random bits of supreme wisdom, and Tristan's Devil face that always scared the bejesus out of me. I miss shopping and designing dresses with Sarah. I miss Richard telling me he has turned into a giant spoon. I miss Lawrence's face when he is trying so hard to ignore me, but his eyes tell the truth. I miss playing D&D with Dane, no matter what campaign whether we are Mackenzie and Mountain, or Leora and Rojo.( which, amusingly enough, with all the spanish I am learning, that name should we pronouced Ro-Ho.) I miss going over to Mel's for dinners where we end up talking half the night. I miss hanging out with Lis, especially now that her room is no longer across the hall. I miss the way Dan scares me, and the way Aaron teases me. I miss car trips and talks with Amanda. I miss the way Dave speaks in general, he's one of the few people that can hold my attention. I guess I just miss life. I have not been living it for a long time, not really truly living it. I was outside my own body. Now that will change. I have a constant reminder placed around my right wrist of how I want to live my life. I miss all those I have named here, and all those I have forgotten, to the latter I am sorry, but my head is pounding with a heat headache, and the children has just gotten out of the pool, meaning its time for me to take them to evening chores. I love you all very much and miss you greatly. Hopefully you miss me, even if its just a little.

2004-07-12T19:35:00.000-04:00

A.D.H.D Without Medication!

2004-07-10T16:57:00.000-04:00

This is for you Wallis!
You just left camp a couple of hours ago, and I know you won't be back in LA yet, but I didn't want to waste anytime before I blogged about you, so that maybe you won't defenstrate me! (thanks for teaching me that word).
What can I say about Wallis, such a lovable soul, if I were Anne of Green Gables, I might say she is a Kindred Spirit. I will forever cherish our sing alongs during dish washing time, the late night trips to the kitchen for "water" hehehehehe and your love of the dress up clothes that is only equalled by my love of them. What shall we do without our beautiful dresses ( at least we thought they were beautiful). You were the only camper to be inducted into our Steelworkers of America Trucker hat club, and you were brave enough to wear that hat everywhere, to the barn, in the dining hall, with our dresses and yes, even to the convience store. Ah the fun times we had in those hats.
The only downside to you being here was you stole Rossi away from me, but I got over that. I had fun riding Plum for these two weeks, and I would gladly share Rossi with you anytime. He understands us even with all our silly hijincks. I will send you the picture of us with our hats and dresses holding onto Rossi as soon as I get it developed. I may even post it here!
Come back soon dear Wallis, I shall miss you terribly, you wear an awesome quasi-kid to hang around with. You better write to me!

Oh and One more thing....

2004-07-09T18:08:00.000-04:00

Why do you get more time off than me Janna? grrrrrrrrrr

Happy civilization Day to you too, Janna

2004-07-09T17:56:00.000-04:00

This post is specifically written for my wonderful co-counselor Janna. Ahh, I will remember forever our wonderful times here at Shady Lawn together. The crying children (small and large), the soap opera day to day interactions with our junior counselors, and yes, lets not forget the scary Russian painters and dear counselor Jake, so young, so stupid but he means well. I see that you have found your way to my blog, so now I expect you to comment all the time mwahahahahahaha. When camp gets you down, just remember, tomorrow we get out of the biodome back into civilization and we shall seek out Peter Pan on video tape so you can further your pedophile crush on Jeremy Sumpter.
Things I have learned from Counselor Janna:
1. You can dress entirely from the costume cupboards and still look cool
2. If you stretch the pool rope from one side to another and pull yourself along, you appear to be floating scarilily quickly.
3. He was all up in my nugs is an addicting catch phrase
4. The arts and crafts room harbors many useful items, like trucker hats, and extra socks, seek these out and the reward is yours.
5. It is ok to love 14 year old movie stars, if only from afar.
6. Voldemorte can be blamed for all your problems
7. Always take at least three pieces of bread at any meal. Be on a carb only diet, you'll be happier.

There you go, you sneaky girl reading the history on the computer to find out this address, I hope you are happy.
ananana!

A Lesson in Vocabulary

2004-07-02T18:13:00.000-04:00

Defenestrate: To throw out a window.
Used in a sentence : If you campers don't shut up and go to sleep, I am going to defenestrate all your little asses.

resilience: The ability to withstand or bounce back from trying circumstances
used in a sentence: Never mind, even if I do toss you out the window, you are probably resilient enough to bounce back in.

My Imaginary friend thinks that you have mental problems

2004-06-27T15:44:00.000-04:00

One Armfull of Bailing Twine....2 dollars
Half a dozen bunk beds....300 dollars
12 camp mattresses.....120 dollars
The Looks on the boys faces...
PRICELESS!!!!!

Camp pranks rock! especially when you steal the mattresses, tie the beds together and hang everyones clothes from the ceiling. As you may have guessed, the girls have won the prank war. Counselor Jake was a good sport though, he helped me carry out the mattresses. And the camp director almost died laughing at all the little boys carrying their mattresses back to the cabin....The girls are having a blast, our junior counselors rock, and every night is a total bonding session. The only down side is that I made two 11 year old boys cry. They broke Jake's electric guitar and I had to watch the cabin because he was going to kill them. I gave the boys the i am not angry I am just disappointed lecture and two of them broke into tears.

Stampey the Elephant Lives! We tell the kids to keep an elephant space between them and the horse infront of them, so I have made up my imgainary elephant Stampey, who will only show himself if there is enough space for him.

No I do not speak Canadian. I will not say Out or About one more time. I swear to God they are called Pencil Crayons. Care Bear sweat shirts are the in thing. If you tell the cook she is looking pretty enough days in the row, she will start to bake you your own private stash of cookies.
In short..camp is good

California Sunshine is a Tiring Thing

2004-06-16T16:30:00.000-04:00

I am here at camp, having a blast. The kids on the most part are pretty good, although I am having a little trouble with some of the older girls, thinking they are too good to play with the youngins. And yes, I have introduced Ride the Pony to them, in true DRED fashion. I have picked up the worst southern accent and some horrible slang, like Hecka, as in that movie was hecka funny, or we dun gone all up in there and finished feeding.

Sigh...I apologize now. I go to sleep at 9:30 every night and have to get the kids down to the barn to feed at 5:45 every morning. That and its three hours behind here, so the first night was hecka hard ( oh my god, I actually typed that without meaning to... you see whats happened?)they all wanted to stay up, but I had been up since four thirty (1:30 am their time) I passed out just after dinner.

Sean, I met the cutest gayiest boy on my flight from Phoenix to Sacremento, but he was way too young for ya honey.

The horses are all super sweet, and the ponies are adorable, theres so many ponies I feel like Dorothy in munckin land. I love Hercules, he's the smallest, barely comes up to my hip.

My co-counsellor Janna is awesome, we became instant friends. When we are not with the campers we sleep in our lovely little cabin called honeysuckle, with its lovely peach coloured walls and curtains. This week our campers are staying in Cricket. Theres about 15 cabins in total and we rotate throughout the summer, depending on how many overnighters we have. Tell Joe that we have a cabin called Uncle Joe's Cabin. Next week the boy counsellor comes in. He is the son of Karen our cook, and she has already been trying to matchmake, even though Janna and I have yet to meet him.

I get to be an assistant instructor which is super cool. I teach the beginers, which can be frustrating cuz I see the older girls jumping and would love to teach them, but the kids are super cute bouncing around on their little ponies.

I hope y'all are having a good time without me, miss everyone of you like crazy!! Fill me in on the gossip!

Pacing The Cage

2004-06-04T12:57:00.000-04:00

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it’s pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long
Days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I’ve proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip’s worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It’s as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you’ll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can’t see what’s round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage

Pacing the cage

My eyes spill invisible tears and I don't know why

2004-05-26T13:21:00.000-04:00

It is official, I am heading off to sunny California for the summer. I leave somewhere around the 10th of June and will return after August 21. But it is with a heavy heart and sad eyes that embark on what was supposed to be the experience of a lifetime. It seems there are too many loose ends and unresolved problems here for me to just walk away from.
Equally as depressing, my coach told me last night on the phone, upon hearing that I was leaving for parts unknown, that she had bought a project horse for me and it was supposed to be a surprise when I came home for the summer. Portia, as she is called, is a 16.3hh grey thoroughbred ex racehorse. Exactly the kind of horse I love to work with. She is going to have a good home for the summer though, Christine thought she would make an excellent horse for Eric Lindros to lease and I agree. It will be good for her.
I think I am going to go home for a few days, do some thinking and formulate a battle plan. Christine thinks it is finally time we go visit Kiwi, the horse I sold along with my soul last year. I think I finally may be ready to see him again.

The Lion versus The Wolf

2004-05-21T11:27:00.000-04:00

As some of you may or may not know, I have the chance to go to California for the summer. You'd think I'd be excited about it, since as my Mom said, I have been wanting to go there since I could talk. You remember that old movie called The Wizard, about the video game playing kid and his brother who travel across the country to enter that super mario brothers three tournament? and how all the kid would say was "california"? Thats what I was like as a kid.
But I am getting less and less excited every day. Don't get me wrong, the camp seems great, the owners are awesome and they have already assigned me a horse for the summer, one very similar to Kiwi, the horse I had to sell last year. They have even promised to take me on trips before and between camp sessions, to places like Yosemite National Park. Its like a dream come true. Sunshine, horses, and goofing around by the lake with kids all summer.
However, that being said, there are lots of things I am going to miss. Unless I can convince the children to play, there will be no D&D for the summer, which means Mackenzie and Leora will have to join Keaira on vacation. I hope they don't kill each other. Not to mention all the friends that I will miss like crazy.
And there is the problem of the Wolf. Everyday I am being put more and more under his spell. Soon I will be howling at the moon. I doubt the Wolf will miss my presence or even notice that I am gone. That saddens me, but I can't say I blame him. Maybe a Wolf and a Lion were never meant to be.
In Bernie's class, we had to come up with a metaphor or a simile to describe ourselves, so that if one of our classmates read it, they would instaly know who the person was. Mine was "I am like the month of march, you never know if you are going to get the rambunctious Lion, or the calm Lamb." This speaks miles for my relationship with the Wolf, the Lion is too strong willed and full of Pride to accept domination from the Wolf, and the Lamb gets slaughtered by him.
Perhaps I should go, and become more of a lone Wolf myself. Maybe then I will allowed to join the pack.

Mistakes I've Made

2004-05-14T14:00:00.000-04:00

He: "On hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
She: "Will he offer me his mouth?"
He: "Yes."
She: "Will he offer me his teeth?"
He: "Yes."
She: "Will he offer me his jaws?"
He: "Yes."
She: "Will he offer me his hunger?"
He: "Yes."
She: "Again, will he offer me his hunger?
He: "YES!"
She: "And will he starve without me?"
He: "YES!"
She: "And does he love me?"
He: "Yes."
She: "Yes..."
He: "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
She: "Yes."
He: "I bet you say that to all the boys!"

Technology returns to my finger tips at last..at least for a bit

2004-05-04T12:44:00.000-04:00

WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Ok got that out of my system. So it's been a crazy couple of weeks, and now I am finally starting to calm down from the hyper drive I have been living in and feel I can adequately reflect on the goings on of the past few sunrises and sunsets.
As some of you may have noticed (or possibley not), I disappeared for a few days. I decided at the very last minute to head home for a few days (how last minute you may ask, lets just say I decided at 12 that I was going to take the 2 o'clock train). That day I had my appointment at the hospital and got some good and bad news... The good news is, I no longer have to take the horrible awful, yucky millions of drugs I have been on. The bad news....I got new drugs and have been diagnosed with an ulcer to top it off. I blame D&D for that, I get so emotionally invovled its killing my stomach lining LOL. Anyways to make a long story short, on a good day I am working with 60% of my lung capacity Yay me! And the doctors have been overdosing me on every single medication I take for the last eight months. Which explains the shaky hands, not sleeping and general lack of the ability to focus and paranoia have come to know and love. So me and my specialist, and his cute assistant Jim have decided to try a new course of action..lets see how this one works...but hey it means no more heart attack inducing theophylline pills and weekly blood tests, so sign me up.
How was my trip home you may ask? Pretty enjoyable on the whole. I got to harass my brother and my cousin, which is always fun for me. I also got to hang out at the barn, play with the new malamute puppy Sikari, and chase the older puppy Timber out of every puddle, patch of mud or swamp on the property. The horses are all doing good, as are the kids...they are riding really well...makes me so proud. I myself did not do too much riding, but what I did manage to get in was fun. I got the big horses this time...and when I say big, i mean huge...They were teasing me about how small I looked on Marley and Jessie, like a monkey on an elephant someone said. I got to see Travis, who is doing so much better after his accident which is good. When his leg heals he asked if I would teach him how to ride and I said I would be honoured.
ON monday when I called back here to Windsor, the boys informed me that I had to come back home, because we were having a dressed to get screwed party on wednesday. Now I will admit that I was very apprehensive of how this party was going to go, and thought it was the last party we needed to have, but hey everyone survived, and most had a good time. Just wait til you see the next party the girls have in the works for ya...
We have moved into the new place and even though I can't handle change at all, things are going pretty well. We have no cable and no internet, but my new past time is naming my new found ghosts, yes thats right, I have a whole bunch of new little spooky friends to excercise my authority over. Of course, Jerome, Francois and Hector came from the old house and I am considering repairing Francois head, I think he has finally learned his lesson about being cocky.
Well I guess thats it for now...if I don't get back home soon Sarah and Patrick may assume I have been abducted by Spainairds and sold into a life of piracy. which wouldn't be all that bad....hmmm...where to find a shady spainaird?

Satan Drives The CrossTown 2 and How I Thawarted the German Army in WWII Battle of the Hotel Basement...

2004-04-14T11:28:00.000-04:00

Ok so you can tell from the title that I have gone a little loopy in the head. My dreams have become quite insane, but still entertaining...I should be writing these down as screenplays....Who knows..maybe one day Satan Drives the Crosstown 2 will be playing at a movie theatre near you!

Your Alcohoroscope..."I'm jusht a social drinker," slurs Libra, "it's jusht that I'm so damn social?"

2004-04-14T11:05:00.000-04:00

ARIES Drinking style Impulsive Aries people like to party and sometimes don't know when to call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time shot contests. They're sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk is a good way to get what you want out of them, should other methods fail. Aries can become bellicose when blotto, but they will assume that whatever happened should be forgiven (if not forgotten) by sunrise. They can be counted on to do the same for you -- so long as you haven't gone and done anything really horrible to them last night, you sneaky Gemini. Trademark cocktails Aries, born under the hot-stuff planet Mars, is the ruler of spicy food and red things -- and for balance, astrologers recommend they

TAURUS Drinking style Taurus prefers to drink at a leisurely pace, aiming for a mellow glow rather than a full-on zonk. Since a truly intoxicated Taurus is a one-person stampede, the kind of bull-in-a-china-shop inebriate who spills red wine on white carpets and tells fart jokes to employers, the preference for wining and dining (or Bud and buddies) to body shots and barfing is quite fortunate for the rest of us. This is not to say that the Bull is by any means a teetotaler -- god, no. A squiffy Taurus will get, er, gregarious (full of loudmouth soup, some would say) and is extremely amusing to drag to a karaoke bar when intoxicated. Trademark cocktails Early-to-bed Taureans need a picker-upper -- try a Red Bull and vodka. They also have a leviathan sweet tooth and are fond of drinks with names that sound like dessert (50-50 bar, mudslide). Sweetly caffeinated drinks, like Irish coffee or white Russians, are ideal. More macho Taureans will go for something unpretentious, like a Jack and Coke or whiskey sour. Drinking buddies Cate Blanchett, Tony Blair, Pierce Brosnan, Cher, Penelope Cruz, William Randolph Hearst, Jerry Seinfeld, Barbara Striesand, Uma Thurman, Renee Zellweger

GEMINI Drinking style Geminis can drink without changing their behavior much -- they're so naturally chatty and short-attention-spanned that it's just hard to tell sometimes. They can amaze you by conversing with finesse and allusion, then doing something to belie an extremely advanced state of intoxication, like puking in your shoe. Geminis possess the magic ability to flirt successfully (and uninfuriatingly, which is very tricky) with several people at once. They like to order different cocktails every round -- repetition is boring -- and may create a theme (like yellow drinks: beer, sauvignon blanc and limoncello) for their own amusement. Trademark cocktails Easily bored Geminis need some stimulation in their drinks -- those with two parts, like a black and tan (or just a double), are particularly appealing. Drinking buddies George Bush Sr., Johnny Depp, Rupert Everett, Boy George, Allen Ginsberg, Angelina Jolie, John Kennedy, Ian McKellen, Kylie Minogue, Morrissey

CANCER Drinking style Cancer is a comfort drinker -- and an extra wine with dinner or an after-work beer or six can be extra comforting, can't it, Cancer darling? Like fellow water signs Scorpio and Pisces, Crabs must guard against lushery. Cancers are brilliant at ferreting out secret parties and insinuating themselves on VIP lists -- and, in true Hollywood style, Cancers are never really drunk; instead, they get "tired and emotional" (read: weepy when lubricated). But there's nothing better than swapping stories (and spit) over a few bottles of inky red wine with your favorite Cancer. Even your second-favorite Cancer will do. Keep in mind once started, a Cancer never stops... drinking. Trademark cocktails Ruled by the moon, Cancers are intrigued by the idea of moonshine

LEO Drinking style Leo likes to drink and dance -- they're often fabulous dancers, and usually pretty good drinkers as well, losing their commanding dignity and turning kittenish. Of course, they're quite aware they're darling -- Leos will be Leos, after all. They generally know their limit, probably because they loathe losing self-control. When they get over-refreshed, expect flirting to ensue -- and perhaps not with the one what brung them. But Leo's not the type to break rules even when drunk, so just try to ignore it (try harder, Cancer) and expect a sheepish Lion to make it up to you the next day. Trademark cocktails Leos like flashy drinks, be they complicated tropical concoctions festooned with umbrellas, like a Bahama mama or the more common strawberry daiquiri or mai tai.

VIRGO Drinking style Cerebral Virgos are compelled to impose order onto their bender. Their famously fussy quest for purity could lead to drinking less than other signs, sure -- but it could also lead to drinking booze neat, to sucking down organic wine or just to brand loyalty. They rarely get fully shellacked -- but, oh, when they do! Virgo's controlled by the intellect, but there's an unbridled beast lurking within, and they let it loose when walloped. It's dead sexy (and surprisingly unsloppy). As one Virgo friend used to declare, "I'm going to drink myself into a low level of intelligence tonight." A toast to the subgenius IQ! Trademark cocktails Many Virgos prefer clear, simple, untreacly drinks like vodka tonic or a real margarita, though you'll find 'em drinking anything from unflinchingly downing Cuervo Drinking buddies Cameron Diaz, Hugh Grant, Christopher Isherwood, Michael Jackson, Freddie Mercury, Carrie-Anne Moss, Dorothy Parker, Ryan Philippe, Keanu Reeves, Lily Tomlin

LIBRA Drinking style "I'm jusht a social drinker," slurs Libra, "it's jusht that I'm so damn social?" Libra loves nothing more than to party, mingle and relate to everyone. Whether dipped in favor of Good Libra (with Insta-Friend device set to "on") or heavier on the Evil Libra side (they are little instigators when bored), the Scales can really work a room. Charming as they are, Libras are notoriously lacking in self-control, however, which can get them into all sorts of trouble -- including wearing their wobbly boots waaaay too early in the evening, flirting with their best friend's beau or even blacking out the night's events entirely. Oops! Trademark cocktails Aesthetic Libras like pretty, pouffy drinks like a pink lady or a brandy Alexander. That's the influence of Venus, their ruling planet, Drinking buddies Jimmy Carter, Simon Cowell, Ani DiFranco, Janeane Garofalo, Hugh Jackman, Martina Navratilova, Gwyneth Paltrow, Sting, Oscar Wilde, Catherine Zeta-Jones

SCORPIO Drinking style Don't ever tell Scorpios they've had enough, for they'll smirk at you and quietly but intentionally keep tippling till they're hog-whimpering drunk, out of 100-proof spite. Scorpios like to drink, and screw you if you have a problem with that. Most of them see the sauce as something to savor in itself, and not as a personality-altering tool -- though if depressed, self-loathing Scorps seek total obliteration. But generally, they're fascinating drinking pals, brilliant conversationalists and dizzying flirts. They also remember everything -- especially what you did when you were blitzed. Only drink with a Scorpio who likes you. Trademark cocktails Just as a Scorpio can look you in the eye and smile while secretly plotting your demise, so does the brandy-laced stinger's sweet taste hide a potent amount of alcohol. If you want to get literal, serve them a scorpion -- they may not love tropical drinks, but it shows you're paying attention. Scorpio rules watermelon, so break out the blender and fix a pitcher of watermelon margaritas to seduce 'em -- though red wine will do the trick just as well. Drinking buddies Truman Capote, Hillary Clinton, Leonardo DiCaprio, Jodie Foster, Bill Gates, k.d. lang, Megan Mullally, Demi Moore, Sylvia Plath, RuPaul

SAGITTARIUS In vino veritas -- and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness: When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?). They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else -- like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; spontaneous Sag is a brilliant booty call). Trademark cocktails A travel-loving sign, Sagittarius might be intrigued by drinks like Moscow mules, Singapore slings -- perhaps even a Long Island iced tea

CAPRICORN Drinking style Capricorn is usually described as practical, steadfast, money-hungry and status-thirsty -- no wonder they get left off the astrological cocktail-party list. But this is the sign of David Bowie and Annie Lennox, not to mention Elvis. Capricorn is the true rock star: independent, powerful and seriously charismatic, not too eager to please. And if they make money being themselves, who are you to quibble? But just like most rock stars, they're either totally on or totally off, and they generally need a little social lubricant to loosen up and enjoy the after party, especially if they can hook up with a cute groupie. Trademark cocktails Old-fashioned Cap would probably like an old-fashioned just fine -- or a dry martini, or a gin and tonic, or a gimlet -- or any other no-nonsense quaff. Drinking buddies Orlando Bloom, David Bowie, James Dean, Marlene Dietrich, Martin Luther King Jr., Jude Law, Annie Lennox, Marilyn Manson, Richard Nixon, Elvis Presley

AQUARIUS Drinking style Aquarius and drinking don't go together that well (except for water, that is). They have an innate tendency toward know-it-allism, and if they get an idea while sizzled, they're more stubborn than a stain or a stone. If they're throwing a party or organizing an outing, however, they're too preoccupied with their duties to get combative -- and they make perfectly charming drunks in that case. Fortunately, they're usually capital drink-nursers. They also make the best designated drivers (if you can get them before they start raising their wrist): Aquarius is fascinated by drunk people and capable of holding interesting conversations with soused strangers while sober. Trademark cocktails Aquarius is likely to order stuff most people have never heard of: a capirinha, Satan's whiskers, a negroni, an Arthur Tompkins. They like to stump the bartender. This sign rules the color electric blue and would be pleased by any tipple featuring blue curacao. They also rule the olive tree, so pour the juice into that dirty martini. Drinking buddies Jennifer Aniston, Ellen DeGeneres, Dr. Dre, Matt Groening, Ashton Kutcher, Ronald Reagan, Christina Ricci, Justin Timberlake, Oprah Winfrey, Elijah Wood

PISCES Drinking style If you're a Pisces, you've probably already heard that you share a sign -- and an addictive personality -- with Liz Taylor, Liza Minelli and Kurt Cobain. Not only do Pisces like to lose themselves in the dreamy, out-there feeling that only hooch can give, but they build up a mighty tolerance fast. Who needs an expensive date like that? On the other hand, they're fabulously enchanting partners, whether in conversation or in crime. With the right Pisces, you can start out sharing a pitcher of margaritas and wind up in bed together for days. The phrase "addictive personality" can be read two ways, you know. Trademark Cocktails Pisces rules fresh mint, and they do love a mojito or three -- though a julep will do just as well. They also like punches, like sangria or the oh-so-aptly named fish house punch. (Pretty much anything will satisfy a Pisces in a pinch, though -- "drinking like a fish" is an idiom pulled out of the zodiac, not the deep blue sea.) Pisces is a chocoholic and loves creme de cacao (and spiked cocoa). Drinking buddies Drew Barrymore, Chastity Bono, Chelsea Clinton, Kurt Cobain, Edward Gorey, Queen Latifah, Liza Minelli, Anais Nin, Sharon Stone, Liz Taylor

Lynzy's African Adventures

2004-03-25T12:12:00.000-05:00

Ethiopia’s history, much like a hand woven rug is colourful, vibrant and unique. As a child, I was given the opportunity to reside in this wonderful yet highly under rated country with my father, a civil engineer building roads. One of the highlights of my time spent in Ethiopia was my trip with my grandmother to Lalibela.
Lalibela plays quite the intricate role in Ethiopia’s history. The churches in the small village were carved out of solid pieces of rock, starting at ground level and working downwards. The details on the churches themselves are magnificent, but do not even hold a candle to the impressive legend surrounding the building of the churches. Local folklore claims that the rulero Ethiopia at the time the churches were carved was commissioned by God to build all fourteen in one night.
Upon hearing this legend I was very excited to go and see the churches for myself. So in the spring of my twelfth year, my grandmother, our guide Neguese, and myself set out on an Indiana Jones-esq adventure to Lalibela, Gondor and the Blue Nile Falls. Our journey started at the Addis Ababa airport where we boarded a small bush plane, ironically the exact model the Canadian Government had discarded as being obsolete and antiquated. However, the Ethiopians did not believe that just because the exterior of the plane lacked class and style that the in flight service should as well. We were served afternoon tea by a white-gloved flight attendant, complete with toast and marmalade.
Thankfully for my stomach, the flight on the little turbulent aircraft was a short one. When I stepped out of the plane onto the one stair, which was all that was required to reach the ground, I was absolutely dumbfounded at what my eyes saw.
Desolate is perhaps the most apropos word to describe the Lalibela International Airport. As far as the eye could see there was nothing but brown flat land compeletly encircled by imposing mountains of a colossal scale my youthful eyes had never seen in reality before. A small tin shack served as customs, an acacia tree and several strategically placed rocks provided a waiting area for arrivals and departures, and a small straw hut, colloquially called a Tukul was the airport restaurant. To my own dismay, this was where we had to spend the better part of two hours waiting for a patched together, over crowded bus to take us up to the fabled village of Lalibela.
It was almost nightfall when we reached the hotel. I was torn between my inner desire to explore this new and exciting land, but also I was completely exhausted and overwhelmed to the core. When I finally slept that night, I dreamed I was Indiana Jones, discovering all the mysteries Lalibela had to offer.
Negeuse wasted no time the very next day in getting us out to see the sights. He rushed us through breakfast and then we set off on a trek across the village to the first cluster of churches. From ground level the churches are really quite impressive, but to see what they truly have to offer one must walk down the well worn path almost as old as time itself down to the bottom of the church. All the churches require visitors to remove their shoes. Neguese paid a local boy to watch ours and we entered the first church.
It took quite some time for my eyes to adjust to the dimness of the church but it was worth the wait. The inside was beautiful, full of art and relics, depicting stories of long ago. A lone priest showed us around and explained the history of the church, while Neguese interpreted, mostly for my grandmother’s benefit, as she was not as fluent in Ahmaric as I was. I was completely enthralled with what the priest had to say, I was spellbound by the beauty, the pageantry and the history contained within the walls. In my short lifespan I had never seen anything like that before.
However, 6 churches later the novelty was wearing off quickly and I welcomed our return to the hotel and the quick dinner before bed. That night I dreamed of the Ethiopian Kings of the past, of the spot where St George’s horse’s hoof prints scaled the wall of one church, and of the mythical dragon said to have chased him up the wall before St George defeated him.
The next morning marked the start of the greatest adventure of my life. We were scheduled to trek out on Ethiopian ponies to a church that was built within a cave in a wooded valley between the mountains. We left shortly after dawn, taking a boxed lunch and relying on a group of three locals to show us the way. These men assured us that the church was “not very far away” and that it would be only another “half an hour.” Shortly after lunch we had already crossed four mountains and were told 11 times that the church was “not very far away” and only “another half an hour”.
At two o’clock in the afternoon we finally reached our destination. It was well worth it though. This church was carved into cave rock and contained the remains of Ethiopian Kings, Princes and Priests dating back to before the tenth century. One aspect that disturbed me however was a pile as high as the ceiling of human remains. It was said people would carry the bones of their ancestors for miles just to place them within this holy church. The great mountain of skulls, femurs and ribs scared me.
After spending an hour in the church, we decided to make the long trek back across the six mountains. We were dehydrated, sunburned and I was having difficulty breathing, the altitude was affecting my asthma. My Grandmother was horrified to realize that we had forgotten to bring my medication, which was quite dangerous as I have severe asthma. Finally around ten o’clock at night,15 hours from the time we had set out, we returned home to a hero’s welcome in Lalibela.
The main street was lined with villagers, and they were screaming out “Lindsay” and “Grandma”. They all wanted to touch us. I felt very proud and important at that moment in time, riding my little Ethiopian pony down the street while hundreds of people begged for nothing more of me then a smile or a small wave. I was Indiana Jones at the end of The Temple of Doom, when he returns to a triumphant welcome by the Indian villagers, celebrating his personal glory.
We had traversed 50 kilometers round trip, crossed 6 mountains twice each and seen more of the Ethiopian countryside than we ever could have imagined. The next morning at breakfast our waiter had completely covered our table with the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. He told Negeuse it was a tribute to Grandma and Lindsay, how we were now local heroes. A 68 year old Grandmother and a 12 year old asthmatic girl had done something no other white person had ever done before; made the trip to the cave church and back all in one day by foot and pony. I believe to this day our record still stands.
As I sit back and revisit our travels in my head, the magic of Lalibela still stays fresh in my mind. It may have been the place where fourteen churches were carved out of solid rock by one man, in one night, a place of a great miracle. Or possibly it is just a place, built by many to inspire people to attempt greatness. I am sure however that Lalibela brings out the best in human kind. It pushed me to my own limits, inspired me, intrigued me and captured a part of my soul. Lalibela, and all that it stands for, is in me forever.

"I can hear you in a whisper but you can't even hear me screaming"

2004-03-24T12:57:00.000-05:00

Your an Outcast Angel! These angels were once upon
a time, very loved, and of the highest ranks of
all the angels. But, when something terrible
happened in their lives, much like the
dark-angels, the outcasts leave the heavens and
move down to earth. Out cast angel are not
nessearily evil. In fact, they are quite kind,
but filled with greif and guilt unimaginable.
Outcast angels are usually formed when they
have failed something, and ridden with guilt,
they are banned out of heaven, sent down to
earth, and live alone. They are always quite
and sad, and rarely contact with humans. If a
human befriends an outcast angel, they have a
friend for life.

What Kind of ANGEL are you? (For Girls only) This Quiz has amazingly Beautiful Pictures!
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You are a white dragon, pure and noble, you would
help humans if they desprately need you. YOu
are kind and wise with a heart of gold.

Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
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You don't know what you are. You aren't an angel.
Even I don't know what you are. You are a child
of a higher force. You are different. You are
deep, and extremely dazed. You are you, and you
is gone. So you are confused. You are one of a
kind.

Good luck with finding yourself. My immortal. Good
luck with your quest.

What Type Of Angel Have You Become?
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Bring Me To Life

Your Lyrics

How can you see
into my eyes
like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home.

(Wake me up.
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up.
Wake me up inside.
Save me.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up.
Bid my blood to run.
I can't wake up.
Before I come undone.
Save me.
Save me from the nothing I've become.)

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life.

[Chorus]

Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life.

Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.

All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.
I've got to open my eyes to everything.

Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul

Don't let me die here
There must be something wrong.
Bring me to life.

[Chorus]

Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.

Bring me to life

What Evanescence song are you?
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Your a guardien Unicorn! All guardien Unicorns are
very powerful and loyal, but they dont like to
get caught up in human things, such as love or
friendship. They guard all sorts of things or
people, such as forests, animals, royalty,
shrines, the heavans. Guradien Unicorns are
kind and proud and their horn can be crafted
into an unbreakable sword. But you'll go
through hell to get one...

What kind of Unicorn are you? (With beautiful pictures)
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your inner child is the neglected child. Your
always ledt alone without much nurturing or
love. You dont believe you are lovable or
worthwhile so you dont know how to love, your
just depressed.(will u please rate this quiz
cause i looked up alot of this).

Whats ur Inner Child(with pics)
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Rain: You are the sound of rain. You have two
important sides. There is your strong, powerful
side and your calm, gentle side. Both are very
important. Rain also reflects a bit of darkness
in your personality. It isn't bad, just shows
that along with the good, you also can see bad,
which can come in handy. (please rate my quiz)

What Sound Are You?(now w/ pics)
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And Now For Something Completely Different!

2004-03-18T23:41:00.000-05:00

I give you, Ladies and Gentlemen, Fighters and Magic Users, one of the Geekiest Conversations Mr Patrick O'Connor and I have ever engaged in. Bear in mind that we were in the same house on seperate computers when this conversation took place. "A Knight" was me, "february" is Patrick....Enjoy...Laugh all you will, but you all know you have some geek in you.

A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
Keep your fork, the revolution is upon us!
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
lol
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
you are the weakest cheese, goodbye
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
hehehehehehe evil grin
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
Behold my cheese FORK of DOOM
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
it is no match sir for my stir stick of infinite stirring
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
Not unless its a +5 cheese FORK of DOOM
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
only a +5? I laugh at you, and draw my Holy God Made +6 pancake Whisk of Cheese Smiting and block with my +5 enchanted Tea Towel Shield of the God Kitchen
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
I scoff at you
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
ArGH
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
There's only one resort now
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
I ready my +21 Refrigerator of Alcohol tending and release the forbidden drink from its imprisonment!
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
SUMMON ABSINTHE!
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
ahhhhhh!!!!! Kicthen Gods help me, I cast a wish spell on you (because we all know the Tea Towel of the Gods has six wish charges left on it) and turn your Absinthe into SPRITE ICE! dealing 347d10 damage x 3 for crit to your face!
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:sorry it had to be done...better draw up a new character...you tried your best
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
Character?
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
I had a character
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
Weird
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:
yes....wanna roll init?
February Was the Worst Month EVER says:
lol no, come down I have something to show you
A Knight Without Armour in a Savage Land says:ok be right there

no, we weren't on drugs...Scary isn't it?

Caged

2004-03-09T13:32:00.000-05:00

Caged
I am a Lioness locked in a cramped cage that barely allows me to breathe. What I want more than anything is escape, someone to free me from my bonds, or better yet; the strength to tear this tiny cage apart. I want to walk around, stretch my legs and take a deep, sweet breath of freedom. I am not the only caged lion, there are others too. Some have grown accustomed to their confinement and cannot understand my pain. They say that I am foolish. They say I should enjoy the protective nature of these bars. They say my great escape would be short lived. They say I would only return with my tail tucked between my quivering legs. I say they are foolish, I could not have been born in this cage that has suppressed my ultimate potentials. I yearn to join the free lions...I dream of them...I can see happiness in their eyes that glitter with freedom. I listen to the stories of their great adventures and long to join them on the next one. And then my heart fills with sadness and my cage feels smaller. I can hardly breathe now. The rain falls from my eyes. For I am a caged lioness and cannot join them.

The State of the Union Address

2004-03-06T10:33:00.000-05:00

This has been quite the week of revelations. First of all, I would like to start off by saying that it seems I do my best thinking while slightly intoxicated. I seem to lie to myself less that way. Thanks to Amanda for encouraging and taking part in my drunken week, and to Arman, the alligator with attitude (and also many different personalities and voices, depending on who is holding him). But I digress, so without further ado, this is what I have learned this week.
Tina's class= perpetual game of MOW
For those of you have not had the displeasure of hearing about Tina, she is the Prof for our Literacy in Action class as well as countless other DRED courses. It has taken me three years, but through the help of my trusty bottle of Yukon Jack ( or union Jack as I have been mistakenly calling it) finally figured out her exact teaching style. She teaches like MOW, nobody knows the rules except her, new rules are added/changed every round and no one is ever allowed to find out the rules. She even gives out penalty cards, like in the case of Sarah and I. First we were over achievers, now we are getting in trouble for being under achievers, we are supposed to do research and have sources, but we are not allowed to use those sources. AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Brain collapsing inwards. You get penalty cards for talking too much, but you also get them if you don't talk. I hate this game! Even the title of her course is misleading, it is not about reading or writing at all, its about DIVERSITY. Why not call it Diversity in Action? Is that so hard?
moving on
Wolves in Sheeps clothing do exist
I have too much faith in people. When they say they are doing something for my best interests and are trying to help me, I believe them. Silly Naive little me. If you were to combine every naive, innocent and optimistic characteristic of every fairytale Female character ever written about, you would have me. Yes I would be the sucker who truly believes that the guy at the Frat party really just wants to show me his stereo. I used to think this was a good thing, but now I am not so sure. Yes it does take me a little while to trust people, but once I start trusting I go blind to their faults and what they are doing to me. This has to change. I am not going to go into details surrounding why this realization took place, but I know most people probably have a pretty good idea of what it was. Oh well, once bitten twice she. The wolf is going to have to work extra hard to get my trust back.

I am a Courtesan
Yes you read that right. My final realization for the week is that every guy I have ever been with has used me. They pay for the sex with lies, lofty promises that will soon be broken once they have what they want. Does this anger me? No. Do I blame them? No. I still care strongly for all of them, and believe that it is my fault. It does hurt me though, and weighs me down. I think I let it happen because it seems better to be a small part of their lives than not to be in them at all. I know I am setting myself up for a firing squad execution with this one, but its how I feel.

So that's all the thoughts that I feel are appropriate to place up here. If you want to know more, feel free to ask, you all know where to find me.
A dark cloud covers Pelors healing rays.

And the Winner is....

2004-02-18T10:25:00.000-05:00

You know what time of year it is again, yes that's right its time for the fun, exciting, dangerous and thrilling Elmo Awards! (insert applause here)
For those of you who have never attended, or for those who are still in intensive therapy after last years awards and have repressed all memories of such an event, the elmo awards happen annually on the same night as the academy awards. In the week prior, the Elmo committee takes suggestions for you the people as to what categories you would like to see, and also accepts nominations. Then the fair and impartial committee votes in a fair democratic way ( last year we beat each other with swords, axes, a quarter staff and some stakes..A flare was also threatened to be lit). And upon reaching a uniamious decision, the winners are decided.
On Oscar night, everyone dresses up in anything from formal wear to quite creative outfits to say the least. ( I personally had two costume changes last year, and wore the now infamous shoes...yay Melisa....Although gluing the plastic flowers to my hand was not so fun). We all eat drink and be merry and then the award show begins. The highlight of the evening is the award acceptance speeches which get funnier and funnier as the night goes on and people get more liquored up. Every year someone cries, at least one punch (either jokingly or serious) gets thrown and we all leave feeling like a big happy dysfunctional family. Good Times Good Times. This is also a reminder to Erin, Lawrence and Melisa, don't think I have forgotten that you all owe a bottle of alcohol for the little side bets we set up last year.
So....Consider this your formal invitation to join us, become one of us( insert scary children chanting "one of us, one of us" here), and win some coveted elmo awards. For anyone who wants to get on the committee, suggest some awards, nominate people, bribe some judges or just generally ask any questions, email me, talk to me, phone me, come over, send a carrier pigeon, kidnap me or any other medium of your choice. Go with Pelor and remember, Elmo Nights come and go, but the emotional scars you'll get from the evening will last a lifetime.
Love ya all, Lynzer
Hey you can post ideas for the evening to my blog as well as RSVP. If you don't I'll hunt you down with the help of John Paul George my Halfling Bard associate and our pet Orc's Oog and Grog.

Some Pics of my life away from Windsor

2004-02-16T10:56:00.000-05:00

My old horse Florida Keys (Kiwi)

One Shining Star (Ollie) and I competing at the Collingwood Horse Show

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy!

2004-02-15T22:44:00.000-05:00

Reading Week is almost upon us and get to go home! Yes Sarah P and Rachel, I am in fact coming home. Jees, you guys just saw me last month, do you really miss me that much? I miss all you home people like crazy, and I especially miss the horses. Just a couple more days and I can see my Jackers, Jitterbug and the Hobbit Pony as well as all the others, all 60 of you four legged beasties.
I am going to get some quality time in the saddle done and maybe torment all the barn kids for awhile. I may even make myself useful, and of course I have to catch up on my gossip with you Angry Ange. And gab with Sammy No Tail, its been way too long girl!
Of course I will also have to make an appearance at the Collingwood social scene (ok that makes even me laugh). But we have plans, remember that Phil..You promised to party with me!

I can feel my brain vibrating

2004-02-15T17:25:00.000-05:00

Ouch Ouch Ouch. Stupid head. Stupid alcohol. Stupid me. Ok I am done with that now. But hey, it was a pretty decent anti valentines day. No anti valentines Haiku's but Richard did come pretty close to that in thumbmaster when he could only speak in 3 word rhyming couplets. That did entertain me greatly. Yay for Dave inventing the "you must use a G somewhere in your sentence" rule. That made the game much more interesting. I do have to apologize to that one cocky ghost though. I had to set an example of you, but I guess ripping your head completely off was a little uncalled for. Sigh. I guess I just have bad decision making skills under pressure.
Pelor, if you take my headcahe away, I will be truly greatful and never say your name in vain again.

Too tired even to tell someone to go suck an elf

On the Eve of Anti Valentine's Day

2004-02-14T02:50:00.000-05:00

Here's to another great year. For some reason to me, Anti Valentine's seems like New years to me, don't ask why, it could be for a lot of reasons. Maybe it's because my New Years didn't feel right...Not that the company was bad, it was cool seeing Luke again for the first time since first year and having him teach me how to play super smash brother melee with the best of them. And our all night gabbing session about the D and D characters we have played was pretty cool. But I digress. I think what our group of friends needs is some massive cleansing ritual and a fresh start. We are all too weighed down by unneccessary evils. Lets all start a fresh! Use anti valentines day to let go of whatever is troubling you.
On a completly different note I am sad to say that I once again had to excercise my authority over the chandalier ghosts. I thought I taught them the error of their arrogant little ways, but one of them had to go and look all cocky again. I don't want to have to be the bad guy, but they keep driving me to it.
And for Sean, since you spread well....lets call them lessq than true facts about me on your blog ( I know it was an accident), I will exact my revenge here and now. Everybody, Sean really is the youngest brother from Hanson all grown up and has changed his name to Sean to protect his privacy. There...now we are even! That...and the pygmies are coming, I hope everyone is prepared for battle, my iniative has been rolled. Remeber, if they come through the door, I'm fucked, but if they come through the window, your fucked, right Sean?
Speaking of windows that reminds me. I have an irrational fear of stepping out of my window. Lawrence understands this. Both his and my windows back out onto the roof of the back sun room, which is a very nice place to sit out on in the summer. Now to step out of either of our windows is a very easy thing, it's only a two and a half foot drop out onto the very flat roof. No danger at all of falling off... You would have to fall and roll ten feet before you fell off the roof. But I am absolutely terrified of climbing out my window. yet I have no problem grabbing a ladder from the shed, leaning it against the house and climbing up onto to the roof that way. It is definatly the more dangerous way to get up there, yet I feel more safe doing it that way. It makes me think about the way I handle things in my life. Big potientially harming steps don't worry me at all, its just the little steps I don't trust, they seem too safe and logical.

ok now I am just rambling crazy talk, I think its time for bed. Happy Anti Valentines to all, hope everyone can make it to our festivities. Just give us a call our come by. "If you get a sunburn that means Pelor is sick of seeing your face outside so get your ass in the house"

Why I love My Elijah

2004-02-11T16:32:00.000-05:00

For those of you who don't know, there can only be room in my heart for one boy, and that boy is Elijah Wood. I have loved him ever since I was a very small child and have followed his career the whole way through,from Radio Flyer to Back to the Future Part 2 and all of his more recent films, even the obscure ones, like Ash Wednesday (Irish Mafia movie, ask if you want to borrow it). One day I will finally convince him that he was meant to be with me and only me. My ideal movie would be nothing more than Elijah Wood, on a horse, speaking with a British or Irish accent. Is that really too much to ask Hollywood?
Yes I am insane...Go suck an elf!

Frodo

Which Lord of the Rings person do you want? (many out comes for anyone plus pics to)
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Wow

2004-02-11T16:23:00.000-05:00

I have fallen prey to the addictive nature of taking quizzes on the internet. Normally I just shrug off the results, but after taking this quiz to find out what my "wings" were, I was actually enthralled with the accuracy of the result. I think everyone should take this quiz. The answer I got was one that I did not necessarily want to hear, or was ready to hear but it is still true...without further ado, here is my result:

Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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Hack Hack Cough Cough

2004-02-11T00:12:00.000-05:00

The Shining Light of Pelor Doth not shine upon me anymore. In less heightened language, I am sick. This really sucks...What cruel twist of fate is this to give asthma girl yet another chest cold.
On a lighter note I have had a productive night. Saw Big Fish with Patrick on our resurrection of the SMG Club tonight. That movie is awesome, I could myself telling my kids stories like that one day. I got to get a kiddie combo too, that always cheers me up although Patrick wouldn't let me put the shaker flavours on it..we were late for the movie he said. Bah! Nuts to that, I want my shaker flavours! but meh, it was probably for the best because the shaker flavours make me cough (come to think of it, what doesn't make me cough?)
Came home and watched Patrick play Dungeons and Dragons Heroes on the X Box, that was oh so thrilling. I read through most of the Players Handbook for lack of anything else to do. Eddy called, we had a long talk, it was cool. We found out that he is my hero and I am his hero...thats cool...by being each others heroes, we are that much stronger mwahahahaha we shall take over the world! And once again, Eddy told me I need to find a guy that will be good to me...sigh
Now Patrick just sent me to bed, but hey I thought I would type this first...what he doesn't know won't hurt him. AS it is after twelve, Dad's B day is done and now I have to wish Patrick a very happy birthday. I tried to sing him the song but I was coughing so much and my throat was so sore he said it sounded like I was dying. Little does he know that I am immortal.
oh ya and one last thing, Eddy, to steal a lot is to be a cleptomaniac, not a narcoleptic, and narcolepsy does not, I repeat does not mean having sex with dead people....but you saying that did make me laugh...Thanks you are still my hero! Goodnight all, I am going to try and sleep as much as I can in hopes of feeling better tomorrow for Patrick's B day. Suck an elf!

I knew it.....this proves my good Leora, bad Malice theory..I have them both inside!

2004-02-10T12:46:00.000-05:00

You are a Pixie! Pixies are a race of people who
are not good enough for heaven or bad enough
for hell so they are forced to stay on earth
forever. They often play tricks on people by
stealing things or throwing things at them. At
night they steal horses and bring them back
before dawn leaving only tangled manes to show
they were there. They love dance food and fun!

What Magical Creature are You?
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Stupid Gender Advertising Paper and the D& D characters on my shoulder

2004-02-10T12:23:00.000-05:00

So I am sitting here in my secret hide out (no, I won't tell you where it is, cuz if I did it wouldn't be secret) and I was just thinking to myself, Lynzy, you really should write that paper for Tina. Then a little devil popped up onto my shoulder, who happens to look a lot like Malice for those who know who Malice is, and said "hey you fucking Newbie, the assignment sucks, you stayed up late watching the Lion King 1 and a half, just blow it off, what is Tina gonna do, turn you into a newt? you'll get better! Now hit her with your damn sword and be done with it". Enter good Angel upon my left shoulder, who looks surprisingly like Leora Ariella, my half celestial paladin, who on cue says " you have to the paper, it would be wrong not to." Damn it.....the paladin in me wants to write the paper....you can't ignore the paladin...grrrrr...someone corrupt me, I am too damn good. Thats all for now.

All about a silly girl named Lynz

2004-02-09T18:30:00.000-05:00

So ya, I was reading Amanda's blog and I saw the survey she filled out and I thought to myself why the hell not (can paladins say hell??) so here ya go, everything you ever wanted to know about yours truly
1. What is your full Name: Lindsay Ellen Gibson-Clark

2. What color pants are you wearing right now? Blue jeans

3. What are you listening to right now: the mind numbing hum of my air filter

4. What are the last 2 digits of your phone number: 62

5. What was the last thing you ate: probably floor candy, before that, microvable dinner for lunch

6. If you where a crayon what color would you be? a really bright blue

7. How is the weather right now? meh what do i care, its not like I am going outside

8. Last person you talked to on the phone: Patrick's Dad (hey I am being honest, he is the last person who called)

9. First thing you notice about the opposite sex: eyes

10. Do you like the person who sent this to you: of course, we are halfling bards together
11. How are you today? kinda spacey, not breathing so well

12. Favorite Drink: Red juice

13. Favorite Alcoholic drink: cherry whiskey and 7, however adding Malibu to it is becoming a trend, or Lynzy's Suicide Punch..not for the kids thats for sure

14. Favorite Sports: beating up the boys at home

15. Hair color? Red

16. Eye color: greenish blue

18. Siblings: younger brother Nicholas

19. Favorite month: hmm don't really have one, any month in the summer

20. Favorite Food: floor candy and Mcdonalds Two Cheeseburger Day

21. Last Movie you watched? The God's Must Be Crazy, Fighting Temptations and The 10th Kingdom (yes again)

22. Favorite Day of the Year: halloween

23. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Yes

24. Summer or Winter? SUMMER, down with snow!

25. Hugs or Kisses? Kisses

26. Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate

27. Do you want your friends to write back? of course I do!

28. Who is most likely to respond: Sarah

29. Who is least likely to respond: Everyone who wants to devastate me.

30. Living Arrangements: With Smileypants, Spastic and Willoughby the Wallaby.

31. What books are you reading: none of the books I am supposed to be reading

32. What's on your mouse pad? Horses, its actually a framed picture sitting on a drawer..ya.....I suck..I don't even have a computer chair...just a box to sit on....sigh its a glamourous life I live

33. Favorite Board game: monopoly and clue, both of which my family has barred me from ever playing again

34. What did you do last night? Watched Tenth Kingdom with Amanda.

35. Favorite Smells: Strawberries, vanilla and horses

36. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No and that saddens me

37. New Year's Resolution: To take over the world, or at least establish my own rogue nation, every supreme ruler of the universe must start somewhere, think of it like working at McDonalds before getting a real job being CEO of some fortune 500 company

2004-02-09T17:52:00.000-05:00

May the Shining Light of Pelor ever warm your backs! I see you have found your way to my own private haven on the web where I can speak my mind, or just amuse myself when boredom strikes (as it so often does). Happy Reading, and may your horse be swift and your sword strike true.