"a dead greek god. a thirty foot cock. muscle tone where there is bone and shadow. golden lips that speak no wrong."

Sigh. I'm stressed out - very stressed out. Only a few more days until dragoncon. I have so much to do. I hope I make it. Anyone who wants to show their love for my by buying me a PHP or MySQL book, feel free. Programming is hard.

Friday we went to Six Flags and then went swimming. I have the pictures, I just need to edit them a bit and drop them in the album. I had a really great time and it was very nice of Daniel to invite all of us. I love my friends. They're so diverse and wonderful. The one thing we all have in common - we're all attracted to boys.

Swimming a week or two ago, I said to Eddie Ray "Eddie, you know what my problem is..." He cuts me off and says "You hang out with too many homos." Sigh. He's right. I do. I just don't know very many straight men. Atlanta is not a straight city. Its a gay city. Everyone is gay. Except the really fabulous girls. So, I would assume that men who were even remotely intelligent would realize that there are huge groups of gay men and their fabulously hot straight girlfriends just roaming the city lamenting the lack of manliness. Why haven't they realized this secret? Don't even attempt to recommend Backstreet - I refuse to go there.

I really want a Chipwhich.

Thursday - Lost favourite Victoria's Secret Mascara
I used it saturday, can't find it now. I have lots of different kinds of mascara, but - I need this mascara. It gives me anime eyes.
Sherrod Solution - use this loss as another reason to go shopping for bracelets. Such that a trip for two psycho items makes it somehow less psycho.

I get hysterical and completely lose sanity when I can't find certain things. Especially things I use daily. God. Its definitely some sort of disorder.

Speaking of disorders - spoke with A last night for a very long time. I have that very depressing analogy about relationships. I won't recount it now - far too depressing. But, each person is a surgeon or a patient. I can't figure out which one he is. That sort of is a perfect situation I suppose. An un-related but still medical analogy is that I feel like he is a cure for something. I have a sense of feeling better each time I talk to him. Exponentially too. Not just meted degrees.

I'm trying hard to balance things. So many messes to clean up. Going to to 6 Flags tonight with the kids. That should be fun. I'll take pictures.

I Also got asked to help a friend with a site he is working on. Should be fun and relaxing. I like group projects. Unfortunately my first mock up was called "cartoony" and not professional enough. Sigh. Geeks. Can't live with them, can't find one to come over and make KDE work.

I also redesigned Sifl's site. I can't help it, BSDiva is the only fun I really get to have on the web. Redesigns are fun when there is very little content. Very satisfying.

Now let's talk about contact. Sigh. I love you. I really do. But, god... my phone is ringing off the hook. My aim lights up like christmas the moment I sign on. I beg of you. Please... sometimes I am too busy to talk, but am working with people on line, or having questions answered. Forgive me if I'm unable to talk every moment. If for any reason you are unable to accept these circumstances and my gracious unavailability, please feel free to not message or call me anymore.

I haven't mentioned my hair. I got great extensions from HairPolice. They are absolutely gorgeous. I got blue, baby blue and white. Along with several kinds of plastic. Its beautiful and I just love it. The white and a lot of the plastic are UV reflectant. The plastic glows in the dark. As you can imagine, the Chamber with its ceiling full of black lights is my new favourite place. I also picked up one of those spikey glow bracelets that everyone has. So fun. I will take pictures eventually.

I'm going out to the new goth night at the Armory tonight. No one actually listens to or plays goth music in Atlanta. Its strange that they still call them 'goth nights'. I was promised much britpop and eurothrash or whatever its called. That should please me. After that we are going to my personal favourite club in the city - MJQ. Gorgeousness and gorgeosity.

I'm the nice one, I'm the sweet one. Everybody says so.

Mmmmmmm, what a lovely day for me. So many great things happened. Super relaxed and happy. My dad called me today and he will be coming through Atlanta on thursday. I'm so excited. I miss him lots!

I got lots done on my sites, Sam made a flash intro type thing for lucafineart.com He is my hero. Also, I worked some on the other sites. I planned on making a place to download all the cool fonts I use, because my font collection is pretty cool. But then I thought maybe I should keep them for myself. Heh. Relaxing night of nothing ahead. Maybe make some recreational phone calls. Yoga tomorrow.

"Obscurity is not Security"

I don't know why I like that quote. It just makes me laugh and laugh. It so funny. Maybe because it rhymes. Or maybe because it sounds like info sec for 3rd graders. Like, there is a new charcter on Sesame Street and he is an MCSE, and he has to use rhyming to remember that NAT is not a security solution. God. So funny. Say it out loud and you will laugh too.

Info from deadly.org available. As well as this list of lots of developments. Talk about barebones - you have to copy/paste the links into your browser. Heh.

It was trojaned sometime between July 30 and 31. I upgraded to openssh3.4 on the 29th. Ugh. Feeling the need for a reinstall.

I hate Houston. I hate it so much I am going to burn it down.

A lovely boy recounted a story for me. He said his girlfriend got whiney when he started reading his perl book in front of her. I suggested a compromise - "Teach her perl," I said. He said she can't even turn on a computer.

He then recounted this old adage "If she can't turn a computer on, she can't turn me on."

He's obviously a genius.

Too bad his city will shortly be consumed by flame.