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Slentz Radish
14 April 2007 @ 11:43 am
I have an upper respiratory infection. It kinda blows because I was terrified it was something more serious, and now I'm going to be having residual feelings of fear for at least another few days. It's the swollen lymph glands that make me jumpy. Just thinking about healthy throats grosses me out, let alone tonsils and sore throats and throats with swollen lymph glands and stuff. I'm aware that that's pretty weird.

I'm feeling pretty blah lately, but it's nothing too crippling. I just miss my mom and I'm worn out from being ill. I had a good time last night, though, and the night before that Richard and I drew hilarious and awful naughty doodles on each others' hands and arms. I almost forgot to wash them off before I went to the Colonial Pantry yesterday. :| The stuff he drew on me was bad enough that I could have been kicked out of the store.
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Slentz Radish
16 March 2007 @ 10:34 pm
The following photo doesn't show the style really well, which is okay. I wanted to show off the colors more than anything else.

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Slentz Radish
13 March 2007 @ 11:24 am
It's nearing Easter time, and a lot of kids all over the nation are pestering their parents for a pet bunny. The rabbits one sees in pet shops around this time of year are small, soft, and cute, and they seem easy enough to care for. What could go wrong? What's the harm in getting one's son or daughter a bunny for Easter? The answer: much more than you think.

Simply put, a rabbit is a very poor choice of pet for a child, but parents and guardians usually only discover this after they purchase one. Rabbits do not like to be picked up or cuddled, and and sudden loud noises and running feet frighten them. They are very social and enjoy the company of quiet humans and other rabbits. They require time outside their cages to run. They have specific dietary needs. In short, they are not easy to care for. When a child sees this, interest in the rabbit wanes.

After a child loses interest in his or her pet, Flopsy usually gets shoved into an outdoor hutch or confined to her cage. She is forgotten and neglected, punished for the guardian's failure to educate himself. The lucky ones end up in the care of shelters and rabbit rescue organisations, but most unwanted bunnies end up spending the rest of their lives in confinement, or "released" into the wild, where they have no hope of survival. It's not fair, it's not right, and it's not okay.

Please pass this information on to your friends, family, co-workers, and anyone who will listen. A pet is not an impulse buy. A pet is not disposable. If you're not willing to love and care for your animal friend for the rest of its life, then you don't deserve to have one. Plain and simple.

(Find more information at The House Rabbit Society and Make Mine Chocolate. )
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Slentz Radish
10 March 2007 @ 12:05 am
Richard and I have decided to renew our lease, which means that we'll be staying at this apartment for another year. Now that I know that Loud Neighbor is going to be gone soon, my whole attitude towards the place has mellowed and become more accepting and appreciative. It's almost like putting up with him for so long was coloring my opinion of living here. This sounds a little strange even to me, but it's the only explanation I can come up with. As Richard put it: "he just ruins everything, doesn't he?" Yes. Yes he does.

I had a lot of plans for this dinky little place, and I was a bit saddened by the idea of moving away. The experience of having Loud Neighbor around seemed to taint everything, though, and I felt like I just couldn't wait to escape. It was like my resentment and frustration had seeped into the walls, it was like living with a poltergeist. Everything about the place seemed to be physically repelling me. But no more. Loud Neighbor's leaving. He's actually leaving, and we'll never live above him again! I can't stop thinking about this fact, and how free it makes me feel.

Now I can put my plans back into action. I want to have the management replace the window in the bedroom, because it's kinda weak and drafty. I want to get a new shrine for Mom, and I want to plant seeds in the prettily-decorated little pots a friend sent me last spring. I need to repair some holes in the walls, and shampoo the carpet. In short, a rather large amount of spring cleaning needs to be done. I'm excited to do it, because the place truly feels like it belongs to us again, and I want to take care of it.

Everything is looking up. I no longer feel like a prisoner in my own home, I don't have to deal with the stress of moving this year, my depression is lifting, my soap-making business is starting to grow wings, my mom is coming to visit in a couple of weeks. The days are getting warmer, and every afternoon I see birds courting each other in the tree outside my window. In short, it's spring, and I don't think I have ever been happier to witness its arrival.
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Slentz Radish
06 March 2007 @ 04:32 pm
The soap mold I ordered last week finally got here! It's really nicely constructed and has a detachable side, so I can remove the loaf of soap without working myself into a frenzy. The last mold I had was just a cheap, smallish wooden box from Hobby Lobby, and it was starting to warp and fall apart. It took a lot of work to get the loaf of soap out, and it usually ended up fairly mangled.

So now I have a mold that actually works well, which means that I no longer have an excuse to not make soap. I plan to turn out at least three batches of soap a week. Each batch yields about eight bars, so I'll have a good supply of salable stuff soon. Salable stuff means income for me. Income means clothes, food, treats, and cigarettes. Clothes, food, treats, and cigarettes make Meruti a happy clam.

I'll be making some Bast soap tonight, as I promised Her I would. I'm still planning on Tonka Bean and Pomegranate, with a little Peony to finish off the scent. As for color, I'm thinking a nice rich bluish-green, with little flecks of gold mica. What do you think?
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Slentz Radish
12 February 2007 @ 10:45 pm
I have one badass motherfucker of a headache, and the cat having just made an unpleasantly aromatic "incident" in the litter box doesn't really help it feel any better. Also I almost typed the title of this post in all caps, because I believe that Engrish should usually be capitalised.

I'm so excited about the RPD Intensive that I'm not showing any outward signs of excitement. By way of explanation: my brain, which I often refer to as if it's a force seperate from myself, deals with things this way. If it thinks that I might get overloaded with anxiety, nervousness, or excitement over something, it discreetly unplugs the cords that attach my normal emotions to my heightened emotions, and only reconnects the two the day before the event I'm supposed to be excited about. Now that we've gotten that complicated and rather stupid explanation out of the way, I can say in plain language that I am excited, but that the excitement is buried under layers of day-to-day ennui. I'm tickled pink that I'm going to be meeting House folks, though. I'm very fond of a lot of the people who are planning on coming, and I'm glad I'm going to be getting better accquainted with some people that I haven't interacted with much yet.

Excuse me if I'm annoying today. First off, I am am mad at moon81goddess for making it snow. If she hadn't alerted me to the forecast here in Champaign, then it wouldn't be snowing right now. ;) Also, I've been looking for apartments online all day, an activity that makes my nipples do the opposite of "explode with delight". It's pretty much a pipe dream to want an apartment in town that is less than $500 per month and doesn't smell like a mixture of ancient cat wee, three-day-old Indian food, and mildewy dryer sheets. Apparently you can have reasonable prices, or you can have the absense of funky-smelling communal areas. But you can't have both.
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Slentz Radish
09 February 2007 @ 02:17 am
(Note: this entry contains cusswords. Ladies and young'uns, cover your ears!)

Loud Neighbor got home a few minutes ago. He was on his cell, yelling to someone about some girl he was trying to call. Here's a rough transcription of his end of the conversation:

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Loud Neighbor: Yeah, well, I've been trying to call her for three hours!
[short pause.]
LN: No, I talked to her earlier, and she hung up on me! Now she won't even pick up my fucking calls! JESUS!
[short pause.]
LN (marginally quieter, but still shouting): What? No, I don't know.
[long pause.]
LN: Jesus, why would you even say that?! She's the one being unreasonable. She won't answer my calls!
[short pause.]
LN (ridiculously pissy and sarcastic tone): Oh, really? Well fine. No, whatever, that's FINE.

Loudly slaps cell phone closed and sighs in frustration.

FIN.

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I like that he's mad at some girl for hanging up on him, yet he doesn't find the action of hanging up on whomever he was talking to hypocritical. From what I've heard, he treats all his friends the same way: like dirt. Every time I hear him talking to someone (and the only reason I can hear him is because he's so damn loud; you couldn't pay me to eavesdrop on him), he's either shouting, belittling them, or implying that they're stupid. It amazes me that there are people who are still willing to him spew his venomous bullshit.

There's some background here, and some ranting. It's quite long, but I appreciate being able to vent.Collapse )

As a sort of endnote: I wonder if it ever ran through Loud Neighbor's head that the reason the girl mentioned above isn't picking up or calling him back might be because he is mean, pretentious, and apparently can only communicate by screaming? Probably not. He doesn't seem that aware of his actions. Thank God he's outta here.
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Slentz Radish
06 February 2007 @ 10:33 pm
It's a pretty long survey...Collapse )
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Slentz Radish
04 February 2007 @ 03:19 pm
This little video manages to simultaneously warm and break my heart. I adore all of the vignettes, but my favorites are the Russian bear trainer, the Chinese girl who wants to rollerblade in Paris, and the man from Burkina Faso who wants only to build a house for his mother. The look on this man's face makes me cry every time. Go! Watch! You'll love it.
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Slentz Radish
27 January 2007 @ 12:22 pm
I found the best website (and by best I mean worst), called Resurrect Isis. Basically the site goes into great detail about Isis having once been a real person, a real queen, who was worshipped and elevated to the status of a goddess. It goes on to present a great deal of "evidence" to support this "fact" (I use these terms lightly). It's chock-full of pseudoscience, pseudohistory, and even pseudospirituality. Here are some highlights from the site:

"Missionaries of Isis were the prime movers in the spread of agriculture, weaving, writing, languages, arts, and social order that made our civilization possible."

"'Daughters of Isis', who were 'pedigreed' descendants of Isis, were married as gift wives into the ruling families of 'World Family' of Pagan kingdoms over the whole world. Those daughters of Isis went on to become the ancestral mother goddesses of various Pagan cultures around the world."

"The original Isis was born a natural genius. (She was known then by a different name.) She was 'twice wise'. She was born about 6000 years ago in an Upper Nile or East African kingdom. She was born amongst a race of Homo sapiens who had one eyebrow with no gap at the middle. Isis had a high rounded forehead and a parted eyebrow. Her parted eyebrow was an Asian characteristic. She had Asian ancestry somewhere in her background."

And, my personal favorite: "Jesus was a Pagan. The name Jesus contains the name Isis (J + Isis = Jesus). The name Jesus clearly identifies Jesus as a minion of Isis."

I'll let you see the rest for yourself. The whole time I was looking at this last night, I could almost feel Aset peeking over my shoulder and raising Her eyebrow. It's just completely ridiculous.