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Holy shit! My life has been on spin-cycle since the last time I posted. A lot of stuff has happened. Some of it funny, some of it not so funny, all of it coming in rapid-fire succession. But FINALLY, I have the next couple of days completely to myself and so, I'll not only be posting some of the goings-on that have turned my life into a B-movie comedy, I'll also get a chance to catch-up with the f-list! Or at least as much as I can.

Plus, there's the sequel to B.C.'s story that I'm just dying to read!

I've missed y'all :)

Here's a rundown on my life since the last time I posted an entry: Blur - blur - blur - blur - birthday - blur - blur - blur - blur - splat.

God-DAMN, I'm tired!

This whirlwind hasn't been of the "fun & exciting" kind. Well, with the exception of the birthday part, which consisted of waaaaay too much good food (with the family) and waaaaay too much booze (with the friends). Other than that, the days have zoomed by in an endless stream of work related multi-tasking that have left me feeling like a squashed cat.

All I want now is to spend a quiet day at home curled up with my mutts while I catch up not only with the f-list, but with some good 'net reading like the awsome original fic by bladed_crescent , as well as the latest stories by my good friends minuial_nuwing and fimbrethiel.

Right about now that sounds like heaven, folks.

WARNING: The following will be a meandering, makes-no-sense type of entry.

It's about 11:25 pm. here in my corner of the desert southwest. We are having one of our typical 'winter' nights, which means that it is just cold enough to enjoy a cozy fire while wearing my favorite soft flannel boy-PJ's, coupled with my big, pink, fuzzy bunny slippers.

Got back around 8:00 O'clock from an informal afternoon party at Ox's house. It was thrown in honor of my two newly-adopted mutts. Basically an excuse for my queer-clique to load me up with all the presents they got for them (let's just say that the local Petsmart rang up a lot of gay disposable income!)

I knew this was coming. A few days ago we were all at Ox's house for a chihuahua meet-n-greet, between my girls and Pito (Ox's "baby" who, unlike my dogs, is actually a fine purebred speciment). That meeting would be best summed up as the "Clash Of The Teeny Titans". Now, Sweet-Pea was just fine. She's a quiet and gentle little dog (hence the name 'Sweet-Pea'). But my other doggie and Pito...

They snarfled. They growled. They chased eachother around. They growled some more.

Ox kept asking " Shouldn't we DO something?" while wringing his hands like a worried granny, which was pretty amusing to watch from a 6'5" guy that looks like a wrestler.

To which I would reply " Leave 'em alone Ox. They'll work it out."

" But...but..."

After the tenth time of this, I finally lost it and wacked Ox upside the head with one of his own wooden spoons, before dragging him back into the kitchen to finish making frozen margaritas. Meanwhile, in the livingroom, the snarfling and growling continued on until...

Ominous silence.

One of Ox's hands actually (and quite dramatically) fluttered against his chest, and he tore off outta da kitchen like some over-protective she-bear, leaving me with no choice but to follow. We found Pito flat on his back, looking perfectly content while my other doggie unabashedly engaged in some good 'ol fashioned dominance humping. Over his head.

" You go, grrrl!" I chortled.

Ox shot me a dirty look.

And that's how my second rescued mutt came to be named 'Grr-ly'.

So the dogs worked it out, like I knew they would. And Ox not only has had to resign himself to the fact that ALL the females in his life are alpha bitches, but also to the fact that my mutts will never, AND I MEAN NEVER, wear the pink and (horrors!) lavender rhinestone-encrusted, doggie t-shirts he just got for them.

End meandering post.

I read a post by one of my friends, dealing with a story that has become BIG news on da intarwebs. It is about that college kid that mistakenly turned in a CD containing his kiddie-pr0n collection, rather than the one containing his homework. This is what allegedly happened.

Now, apart from the snickering "Darwin Award" remarks (one of which was my own two-cent contribution), there have been other types of responses. As expected, there is outrage, since the sexual abuse of children is repulsive to any decent human being. But there has been another darker and frankly frightening spin on this story. It stems from the fact that this college student's FULL address was given on the news article and now, that address -complete with Mapquest- has been widely distributed on the web. I find this frightening because as of yet, there is no concrete proof. The authorities are still investigating. And now, there is a www-lynch-mob after this guy.

So, what if the story's allegations turn out to be false? What if it was some malicious prank being played against this (admitedly total doofus) guy? What if someone(s) decides to follow that handy Mapquest, in order to exact revenge on his person/family/property? What. If?

And while I'm at it...what about the whole innocent-until-PROVEN-guilty premise? You know, the one that is a central tenet of our judicial system?

Due process, y'all. Not frothing at the mouth lynchmobs.

Due process.

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And speaking of frothing at the mouth...

A few days ago I had the singularly weird experience of watching someone on my f-list act like a "Wankphetamine" addict mainlining a drama fix, complete with deliberate missing-the-point (and on ocassion, quite vitriolic) responses that attacked even those who were trying to be reasonable. This friend then took the wank over to hir's own journal, before deleting nearly everyone on hir's f-list. I deleted hir in return, because I figured that to continue to see hir's entries on my friends page would be an invasion of privacy. Yet I wish hir well though, I truly do.

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Privacy...

I think one of the reasons I have never posted any pics of myself on da web is because of the strange things I have seen. In all honesty, I have wanted to do so. Just to more truly 'connect' with those I speak with on a regular basis. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the web can be a scary, weird place, and so I refrain. I say this, because I'm holding pics of my new mutts and I'm not sure I want to post them either. Bri (who is my best RL friend) has always told me to NEVAH POST PICS! Too many loons out there...and he knows of what he speaks, being in law-enforcement himself.

I wish it wasn't that way, but that's the way it is.

*Sigh*

Man, this year started out with a BANG (as in police shoot-out), another BANG (as in Thal gets well and truly laid) and a couple of PINGS (who have happily taken over my house).

And it all began on New Years Eve...

I had to stay late at the office, because some drunken bastard decided to get an early start on the fireworks thing. First by wildly firing a pistol up in the air; then by wildly firing at the police, who were understandably somewhat less-than-amused by his antics. Fortunately, no officers or bystanders were hurt. Unfortunately, neither was the moron (not that I wish he had been killed. But surely a stray shot, or two, squarely on the buttocks...)

On my way home I stopped at a convenience store. As I was leaving, I heard a strange sound. I paused, then heard it again. It was coming from a dumpster. Off course I had to look, because I knew that sound and sure enough, when I lifted the lid I found not one, but two. The only surprise was that they were not puppies. Quite the opposite. Two small, obviously old female chihuahua mix breeds who were terrified, cold and sporting the signs of long-term neglect. It only took a little bit of gentle coaxing to get them out of there, then it was off to the emergency vet clinic by my home.

After a half hour (and a considerable dent in my credit card) The 'girls' were all checked in for their overnight stay. Apart from being filthy, they were both in desperate need of a dental and had nails that were so ingrown, they had curled back into their foot pads. They also had ticks, were severely dehydrated and showed signs of past injuries. So they got scheduled for a whole battery of tests.

Needless to say, when I finally did get home, I found that I wasn't in a 'party' mood. The fact that these little dogs were left to die in a fucking dumpster pissed (and still pisses) me off so much that all I wanted to do was find the rat-fucks responsible and then get 'medieval' on their worthless hides. So I called Bri and Paul, gave them the cliff-notes on my day and told them I was staying in. But there is no force on this earth that can withstand a couple of fags in festive-mode, and so I found myself bullied into my fabulous party dress and then whisked off to the bash...

Three (or was it four?) hours after ringing in the New Year, I was getting licked through the mattress. NOT by the dogs, ya pervs...by a hot lesbian named Debbie *grin*.

One week later, I came to terms with the fact that -despite my repeated statements to the contrary- my two rescued mutts are here to stay.

And I couldn't be happier. :)
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PS: I miss Knorg & Phin. Neither has posted to their journals for a while. And while I completely understand that RL (especially family) is the most important thing, I still miss them.

...Looks down at own set of (spectacular) tits.

You scored as Male. Being mostly male, within your structures of thinking simply means that your reasoning powers are (the way they are perceived in Western Culture`) higher than the one of the opposite sex. Psychoanalsis claims this to come at the price of creative expression - a rational thinker can not think out of the box, it is claimed. Yet this 'discovery' contradicts the fact that many great minds that created something out of the ordinary were men. </td> Male 50% Female 43% Neither 43% Either 36% Should you be MALE or FEMALE?* created with QuizFarm.com

Like I told Min, I think this might be the classic "Dyke" score.
:D

Mostly, I want to thank you for being a part of my "virtual" life...and for allowing me the privilege of being a part of yours. I may never meet any of you face-to-face, but I truly consider you friends. And so my heartfelt wish is that all of you have a wonderful year's end, in whichever manner or tradition you follow.

Much love,
Thalwen.

Well, I had intended to write a boring tell-all about my little adventure a while ago, but since my return I have spent nearly every waking moment trying to clear the mountain of backlogged paperwork in my office. It's a sorry thing when one cannot even do a proper 'headdesk', because not a clear spot can be found upon which to do so.

So...I used the wall instead.

Jumpin' Junipers! Can't a girl cash in all the time off owed to her in order to play hookie for a little while without having the family biz go all to hell?! Apparently not. Grrr.

Okay. Had to get that bit of bitching outta da way, before getting to the cliff-notes of my trip.
( Now, about that bottle of cheap Tequila... )

While I was off traipsing around like an irresponsible college student on a semester "break", two very dear e-friends had birthdays. So...a horrendously belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to:

Min

And,

Phin

Love you both!