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Update/rant by John Vicari on October 23rd, 2010, 8:12 pm
Doubt it will really be a rant today. Far to tired and worn out even after just taking a nap. I think I am just tired of a lot of things and re found my limits.
Jack, the friend I talk about now and then in my blogs, well he hates Er's and doctors. His wife and even we have did our best to tell him he needs to go back but he just did not want to go. Well last night he asked to go back and the news is not good.
A normal sodium count is about 140, if it reaches 120 you tend to go into a lot of stokes and the like. His was 123 along with a few other problems. They are going to keep him for a few days and try to do the best they can. The doctors gave him 6 months, he has 4 months left or so they say yet everyday I see the flicker of hope just leave his eyes.
He even said he knew he was not going to make it and that he wanted his mother in law with him. His wife thought he was just out of it with the meds but I know he knows he is thinking as clearly as he can.
It's the main reason I have not been around. What time I do have from helping him to finding a job my muse just is locked away in a dark room dealing with things that go unsaid. Some would wonder if I hate helping or hate being around this yet if you knew me you would know I don't hate it I just hate the fact I can't do much to help. Other then being with them and yeah I know that means a lot but always hate that helpless feeling.
Other things are going on yet not going to bore any readers who poke at this.
If I have a thread with you well please understand that I am not really writing right now. I will reply to pms but don't poke me of replying and more so if you just read this.
Replies to this are well welcome like always.
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What I Did On My Winter Vacation by Liminal on February 10th, 2010, 5:09 pm
Or at least, what it looks like. Here are some pictures I took this morning from my front door. For the record, this isn't even up to date, as we've had several inches more in the intervening four hours. On the bright side, I fixed my internet...and it looks like I'll have plenty of time to post...
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Serious Business by Gossamer on May 29th, 2009, 4:11 pm
The naming of chickens is serious stuff. I mean seriously, names are important. All our pets have names. We have beautiful little chickies happily scratching away in my husbands office until their big enough to go outside, and they need names. I can already tell them apart. There's the little mean one who's got Napoleon's syndrome. There's the big one with streaks on her head thats already getting pecked. Theirs the really good one at balancing who's sorta the clutch clown. My husband and I were passing suggestions around yesterday, after we went to bed. Its really the only time we get to 'talk' and see each other these days. He's at work before I get up, and I'm home after hes good and exhausted and needing to go to bed. I kept setting him off into fits and giggles. "We could name them after stars." Vega, Orion, etc.... and we deemed too pretentious. "We could name them after other animals..." After he decided he wanted to name one Cow and one Chicken after the cartoon. I had suggested Mable and Gertrude as a name for two of them, in which case he laughed at me. We threw around Dog, Skunk, Pig, and discarded it. Our favorite was naming them after music stars... the rooster would be "Prince". Then we could have Shania, Britanny, Madonna, Alanis, Selene, etc... you get the idea. That set him off into more fits and giggles. We're still working on the names. Hes busy himself working on the Chicken Palace, so it will be ready when the pullets are. We had an old barn that collapsed from all the flooding and snow in the previous years, so my husband is taking all that carefully preserved wood and using it to build this giant 10X16 chicken house. It might be overkill, but these hens will be the most pampered hens on the block. But one things for certain. Baby chickens are sooo adorable. They are tons of fun and cute to boot. They crawl all over you, and are so incredibly busy that its not even funny.... [ Continued ]
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I Don't Get It People ... by Coatl on October 19th, 2009, 8:15 pm
My last blog (that was lost) on this topic was longer; hopefully this version will make sense ... We are roleplaying in the most unique world i've seen in the 'net'. We have races that are more unique than anywhere else. Can someone please explain to me why everyone is trying to twist races in order to create unique PCs? This is not just about the akalak, but about all the races. We have 4 armed freaks, bat winged demons, mad cannibals, undead parasites, and a dimented seal mix that took one deranged soul to come up with We play in a setting that is one part fantasy world, one part wild wild west, and part post holocaust. We have deities running around the surface of the world and actually taking part in the shaping of the world instead hiding out in the heavens. We have a most original magic and gnosis setting that is bar none. I might understand more if we were a game world that had been in existance for many years with hundreds of players logging in and posting daily. In such a world the races and character concepts would be well saturated within game play. But we do not have this in Mizahar. We do not have hundreds of players posting daily and we haven't been around but for a few months. We have a group of creators who spent a long time making sure this world had ample opportunities for all types of playing styles. They created races that should provide months and years of incredible character development along with endless story/adventure possibility. In this environment alone, you are unique! There is no one playing anything like you already. Give the game a chance and at least play the races as they were designed before going off the deep in with wild twists and turns so you can play a race that is nothing like the way the race was intended. Seriously, this game is so new there is no baseline in existance to even know yet how the race would play out. Try it! Embrace it!... [ Continued ]
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Diamond in the Rough (Poem) by Dimitri on April 24th, 2011, 7:57 am
Is there such a thing as loss, or does pain merely change forms? A life filled with everglowing light, darkened by tragedy A major regret, a life lost, myself blaming Me Selfishness, Ignorance, Laziness, my sins three that night An outreached olive branch, snapped, trodden upon, a loss of right. Can she see me now, the self inflicted scar, left by her loss, the healing taking hold?
Can one learn to become a man on their own? Pain on their hearts, weighing heavily, to the city of steel they went. Their only son behind bars regret in his every action, a different direction, his will bent A small shop, reminding them of her hobby, candles, a dark alley looms. A mugging, an addict in need, panic reason, four loud booms. How much scarring can one endure, a rainy funeral, friends in black, prodigal son in orange?
Can a man make amends with the fates throwing himself into the help failed to give? Following her footsteps, he threw himself into his training, trying to forget From relationship to breakup, a number far too large, with himself still upset Cheating lovers, hate filled town, lies anger tears frustration endurance nearing its fin Trying to make up for that long lost regret, how long it had been Would he make something of himself, something they could smile down upon?
Can single gesture save a soul? In a world of blood and pain, he swam in a sea of black, lost, another lost, last left She came from an unexpected source, slicing through the darkness, her help the best A smile forming, a face unrecognized, he had found another, a second chance perhaps She found him beneath the rocky exterior, beneath the mask many came to know, his heart running laps. Could he be redeemed? Now a light in the darkness, had found his diamond soul, and she didn't flinch
-Dimi
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