Jeff Lynne

Quand tu vois ton bateau partir. Quand tu sents -- ton coeur se briser

When you see your ship go sailing, when you find your heart is breaking...">

Hold on Tight to your dreams, ohhhhh yeah!



Yes, it's me again, your GoFundMe pest. I'm so very very close to my goal, I can't hardly believe it. Here's what my campaign says. Any help, no matter how teentsy would be more than a little appreciated.



Hello. My name is Tracy Angelina Evans, a long-time fanatic of Jeff Lynne/Electric Light Orchestra since 1980, who is, is thanks to one of my oldest and dearest friends, Andrew, and I are going to to go to the Hollywood Bowl concert in Los Angeles concert on my birthday, 10 September 2016. To see ELO growing up in the Southeast of the US, with little money to make long distances to get to the venues the band were playing, I never had the chance to see the band with their wonderous spaceship and special effects, especially for that day. Now that I am living in South Diego and one of my dearest and olded friends' bucket list is to attend a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, it woud seem that the stars are finally aligned to make mutual dream come true, as well as getting to see one another in many years. I will be turning 49 years old on September10th 2016, and wanting to seeing Jeff Lynne playing his greatest songs of all time since since the age 13, I can honestly say that this is is at the very top at my Bucket List.

In addition, Andy and I will have the honour of meeting the cast and crew of 'Ginosaji: The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Ineffiencent Weapon', all for whom I have promised drinks for the multitudinous abundance of laughter and joy they have brought me over the years, which means more than they can possibly conceive. I owe them too very much, upon facing some of the bleakest time of my life.

So that said, living on a fixed income, it would be an incredible amount of help for my friends to assist me in a decent tee shirt and and some souvenir fundage to make one the most important moments of my life, as well as help to offer thanks and appreciation to my best friend Andrew and my new incredible friends the Ginosaji posse, who are intent on persisting again, again, and again!

As soon as I can start acquire the moneys, the more appreciated. I hate having to ask for help in this way, but if it weren't one of my most important moments in my life, I would not be asking. And I promise that, if I can reciprocate in the future, you can can count on me.


Even if you can't contribute, passing it on to everyone you know would be a world of help, trust me. You are the best friends ever, and I never in a million years doubted I could count on you.

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  • Current Music: Jan Hammer - Magic Theater
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Hold on Tight

Okay, y'all are probably gonna get sick and damned tired of this post, but it's one of the most important things in my life ever, so please be patient with me. I have spent 36 of my life waiting for this moment, which means I was just 12 years old when I discovered the genius that is Jeff Lynne. So here goes.

Hold on Tight to Your Dreams

Hello. My name is Tracy Angelina Evans, a long-time fanatic of Jeff Lynne/Electric Light Orchestra since 1980, who is, is thanks to one of my oldest and dearest friends, Andrew, and I are going to to go to the Hollywood Bowl concert in Los Angeles concert on my birthday, 10 September 2016. To see ELO growing up in the Southeast of the US, with little money to make long distances to get to the venues the band were playing, I never had the chance to see the band with their wonderous spaceship and special effects, especially for that day. Now that I am living in South Diego and one of my dearest and olded friends' bucket list is to attend a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, it woud seem that the stars are finally aligned to make mutual dream come true, as well as getting to see one another in many years. I will be turning 49 years old on September10th 2016, and wanting to seeing Jeff Lynne playing his greatest songs of all time since since the age 13, I can honestly say that this is is at the very top at my Bucket List.

In addition, Andy and I will have the honour of meeting the cast and crew of 'Ginosaji: The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Ineffiencent Weapon', all for whom I have promised drinks for the multitudinous abundance of laughter and joy they have brought me over the years, which means more than they can possibly conceive. I owe them too very much, upon facing some of the bleakest time of my life.

So that said, living on a fixed income, it would be an incredible amount of help for my friends to assist me in a decent tee shirt and and some souvenir fundage to make one the most important moments of my life, as well as help to offer thanks and appreciation to my best friend Andrew and my new incredible friends the Ginosaji posse, who are intent on persisting again, again, and again!

As soon as I can start acquire the moneys, the more appreciated. I hate having to ask for help in this way, but if it weren't one of my most important moments in my life, I would not be asking. And I promise that, if I can reciprocate in the future, you can can count on me.

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  • Current Mood: hopeful hopeful
  • Current Music: Jeff Lynne's ELO - One Step at a Time
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Hold on Tight to Your Dream

Hold On Tight To Your Dream

Hello.

My name is Tracy Angelina Evans, a long-time fanatic of Jeff Lynne/Electric Light Orchestra since 1980, who is, is thanks to one of my oldest and dearests friends, Andrew Welchel, I are going to to go to the Hollywood Bowl concert in Los Angeles concert on my birthday, 10 September 2016. To see ELO growing up in the Southeast of the US, with little money to make long distances to get to the venues the band were playing, I never had the chance to see the band with their wonderous spaceship and special effects, especially for that day. Now that I am living in South Diego and one of my dearest and oldest friends' bucket list is to attend a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, it would seem that the stars are finally aligned to maker our mutual dreams come true, as well as getting to see one another in many years. I will be turning 49 years old on September 10th 2016, and wanting to seeing Jeff Lynne playing his greatest songs of all time since since the age 13, I can honestly say that this is is at the very top at my Bucket List.

In addition, I will have the honour of meeting the cast and crew of 'Ginosaji: The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Ineffiencent Weapon', all for whom I have promised drinks for the multitudinous abundance of laughter and joy they have brought me over the years, which means more than they can possible conceive. I owe them too very much, upon facing some of the bleakest time of my life.

So that said, living on a fixed income, it would be an incredible amount of help for my friends to assist me in a decent tee shirt and and some souvenir fundage to make the most important night of my life, as well as help to offer thanks and appreciation to my best friend Andrew and my new incredible friends, the Ginosaji posse, who are intent on persisting again, again, and again!

As soon as I can can start acquiring the fundage, the deeper I will appreciate it. I hate having to ask for help in this way, but if it weren't one of my most important moments in my life, I would not be asking. And I promise that, if I can reciprocate in the future, you can definitely count on me.

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  • Current Mood: hopeful hopeful
  • Current Music: ELO - One Step at a Time
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Hold On Tight To Your Dream

Hello.

My name is Tracy Angelina Evans, a long-time fanatic of Jeff Lynne/Electric Light Orchestra since 1980, who is, is thanks to one of my oldest and dearests friends, Andrew, he and and I are going to to go to the Hollywood Bowl concert in Los Angeles concert on my birthday, 10 September 2016. To see ELO growing up in the Southeast of the US, with little money to make long distances to get to the venues the band were playing, I never had the chance to see the band with their wonderous spaceship and special effects, especially for that day. Now that I am living in South Diego and one of my dearest and olded friends' bucket list is to attent a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, it woud seem that the stars are finally aligned to make mutual dream come true, as well as getting to see one another in many years. I will be turning 49 years old on September10th 2016, and wanting to seeing Jeff Lynne playing his greatest songs of all time since since the age 13, I can honestly say that this is is at the very top at my Bucket List.

In addition, I will have the honour of meeting the cast and crew of 'Ginosaji: The Horrible Slow Murderer with the Extremely Ineffiencet Weapon', all for whom I have promised drinks for the multitudinious abundance of laughter and joy they have brought me over the years, which means more than they can possible conceive. I owe him to very much, upon facing some of the bleaking time of my life times.

So that said, living on a fixed income, it would be an incredible amount of help for my friends to assist me in a decent non-tee shirt and and some souvenir fundage to make the most important important of my life, as well as help to offer thanks and appreciate to my best friend Andrew and my new incredible friends the Ginosaji posse, who are intent on persisting again, again, and again!

As soon as I can can start acquire the moneys, the more appreciate, I could appreciate it. I hate having to ask for help in this way, but if it weren't one of my most important moment in my life, I would not be ask. And I promise that, if I can reciprocate in the future, you can can count on me.


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  • Current Mood: hopeful hopeful
  • Current Music: ELO-When I Was a Boy
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Honesty

I am obviously from a burgeoning Internet Old School, particularly when it comes to blogging or social media. I tend to be honest. Some people don't appreciate that, especially on Facebook. I'm not changing anything here on Live Journal because this is my place, and I will do as I fucking please. But, as far as Facebook is concerned, if any personal matters must be addressed, I'll just link them here if they aren't full of fucking rainbow vomit. Deal?

The only problem with this is that some news may need to be shared there, in the event of some unfortunate occurrence. So, does anyone want to be my Walter Cronkite, if the need arises? I'm kind of looking at you, Michelle, xevokitty, or brujah. Any other volunteers are more than welcome and met with gratitude.

In the meantime, let's just have fun dissing politics and listening to great songs and videos on Facebook until the world blows the fuck up. When it does, I'll do my best to let you know, if you even want to, that is.

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  • Current Mood: apathetic apathetic
  • Current Music: silencia
Devil Smidge

What's the Point

You know, the time before last (which was three days ago out of desperation from migraine pain), when I seriously tried to commit suicide, within a week of getting to the house, I was offered a stay in England and in Australia.  When I was in serious danger of losing the place Smidgen and I live, I was offered a place to live, at least for Smidgen, which is my first priorty.

All this started in 2014.

I have gone nowhere and still have no home for Smidgen.

This is why I have trust issues with people.  They will say anything if it makes them think they will with either help and things will get better or I will choose to live.

The hopelessness of my chronic pain only seems to get worse with every passing day.  I live in isolation in this room in a house with people who hate me.

When I bought this harness for Toby, I thought I'd still be able to walk this canyon hill.  In my condition, that's just not happening.  I can't even walk up to the bus stop stop without almost passing out.  I had one dude treat me like like I was some kind of crazy person, because my blood sugar went so low.  Depending on the sentiment, it was either a curse or a blessing I was gotten back in time to get some sugar.

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The harness is easily prepared for idiots like me who never learned how to tie a knot.  It'll be fast and no one will notice.  I'll be taking Smidgen with me, since no one wants her.

When will this happen?  I don't know.  Probably on the spur of the moment, when I have enough money to get to the park.  Sometime in July, probably.  All I know is that I'm sick of the exasperation I receive when I have to go anywhere, even the doctor. I'm tired of being treated like a criminal because of the illnesses I have. I'm tired of being tired and not being able to sleep. And I'm tired of being placated to just to keep me alive, when no one really wants me alive. It's a reflex. What's the point in living when there is no one and nothing to live for?  I'd rather just have honesty and be told that, yes, I am a throaway who was only ever loved by Aunt Tudi.

She's dead now.  What's the point of anything? I am constantly in pain, these migraines are getting more frequent, no hospital or doctor but Sharp will give me any relief, there's no point in continuing like this.

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  • Current Mood: depressed depressed
  • Current Music: nothing
Asthma Hound Chihuahua

Scripps "MERCY"

Sorry for the misspellings, but when you're out of your head with pain, that's kinda what happens.

Your Review View business Between Scripps H. and Tracy E. Back to your inbox Tracy E. Tracy E. San Diego, CA 27 4 Your review of Scripps Mercy Hospital San Diego 1.0 star rating 6/16/2016 I've had a migraine for 5 days. The third night, after two visits to this hellhole, I tried to hangng myself because the pain was so bad and I just wanted it to end. Almost succeeded. These people are a joke. If you are in pain, even severe, they treat you like a criminal junkie. The only thing that helps my migraine is 2 mg of injected dilaudid (pill form come back i\up because of nausea and vomiting). All they gave me was toradol (when I told them it doesn't work, phernergan (which gives me severe restless legs, and reglan to counteract the phengern. I did get some sleep for the first time in days, but I woke up myself up pooping on myelf. excessively, and still had the migraine. Turns out reglan causes massive diahrrea. So I had to clean myself up, after no food for days, still with the worst migraine ever. Decided to go to out of network and went to Sharp. They gave me my shot, and after 2 hours, no pain. Screw Scripps. Their title "MERCY' is in oxymoron. They'd rather have people suffer and even commit suicide than risk an addition. DON'T GO HERE. If you have a network that accepts only this, go out of network until you can find a decent medical network that doesn't treat you like a lying piece of trash.

"Scripps H. Scripps H. Manager Block & Report Owner Scripps H.'s comment on your review: Hello, Tracy, Thank you for taking the time to review your experience. We are happy to hear you are no longer in pain. It is our mission to provide the highest quality service and medical care to our patients and we are sorry your experience at Mercy San Diego did not meet these standards. We value your feedback and would like to learn more. If you are interested in speaking to a patient advocate, please respond to our private message. We appreciate your time and look forward to speaking with you directly. Sincerely, Your friends at Scripps Scripps H. Scripps H. Manager One hour ago Block & Report Owner Hi, Tracy, Thank you again for reviewing your recent experience at Scripps Mercy Hospital San Diego. We understand your concerns and would appreciate the opportunity to learn more and help, if possible. To speak with a patient advocate, please reply to this message with your full name and phone number; an advocate will reach out directly. Of course we understand not everybody wishes to have further communication, and if that's the case, we respect your decision. Whatever your choice, please know we value your feedback and have already shared your review with management. We wish you good health and a great weekend. - Your friends at Scripps

Tracy E. Tracy E. San Diego, CA 27 4 52 minutes ago What do you mean I am no longer in pain? I had to go back to my PCP who did did little to help me until I can get into pain management. I'll most likely have to visit SHARP again before I get to see the doctor on Friday, at $75 a pop, which I DON'T have. You wasted me five pairs of panties from explosive diarrhea, did NOTHING for my pain, gave me medication I said did not work and will probably charge my insurance for it, probably "prayed" for me, like so-called mercy-givers do, gave me not only restless legs but restless body from from the phenergen. Do you know what it's not like to not be able to stop moving when you have a severe migraine? My doctor couldn't even get blood from me today because I am so dehyadrated from not being able to hold anything down. I TRIED TO HANG MYSELF THREE DAYS AGO BECAUSE I COULDN'T TAKE THE PAIN ANYMORE. Unfornunately, I did not succeed. When my enrollment period comes up, I'm going to try to get as a far away from SCRIPPS "MERCY" as possible. I don't know why you're congratulating yourself for helping me with my migraine, but it was SHARP who did it, NOT YOU. And I'll probably have to go back to them before Friday, so thanks for exacerbating my poverty. Right now, I would LITERALLY DIE than darken your medaeival doors again. If your definition of mercy comes out of the middle ages, perhaps you should rethink your line of work because, right now, you're costing people sanity, sleep, relief, and EVEN LIFE. You're not my friend. If my head begins to feel it explodes, I'm coming to you, just so you get to feel the nice warm goodness of my untreated headache. I hate you.

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  • Current Mood: livid
  • Current Music: Ahrix- Snowbound
Londo Mollari

Stop...Survey Time!

Let's a wee survey, just for shits and giggles...


NAME: Tracy Angelina

NICKNAMES: Tinhuviel, Tin, TinTin, T, George, Dumpling, Darth Shriek
GENDER: Female-ish

STAR SIGN: Virgo-sun, Libra-moon, Sagittarius-rising

HEIGHT: 5’5”

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Aesthetically, straight.  I’m very attracted to the male form.  In actual practice, I’d have to say I’m asexual, as I’m just not interested.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Sytherin

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Green

TIME RIGHT NOW: 3 PM Pacific Daylight Time

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Maybe around 3, if I’m lucky.

LUCKY NUMBER: 5 and increments there of.

LAST THING I GOOGLED: Solar flares

FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Tom Hardy.  Yeah, I know he’s not fictional, but he’s damned close, in my personal canon.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: One, but it’s really thick.
FAVOURITE BAND OR ARTIST: I have five.  They are:  1) Shriekback 2) Electric Light Orchestra 3) XTC 4) Oingo Boingo 4) Concrete Blonde.
DREAM TRIP: One way to England.
DREAM JOB: Writing in various capacities.
WHEN DID YOU CREATE THIS BLOG: 3 June, 2002.
CURRENT AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS: 282
WHAT DO YOU POST ABOUT?: Anything and everything.  If I’m able to write about it, I’ll do my best to do just that, here on the Cliffs.

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  • Current Music: John Cash - Dirty Old Egg-Suckin' Dog
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Cliffs of Insanity

Fourteen Years

On 3 June, 2002, a fellow Shrieker and longtime tribeswoman sent me an invitation to join LiveJournal. Fourteen years, and an assload of comedy, tragedy, weirdness, and wonder later, I am still here.

The only thing that will stop my association with LJ would be my death.

Or The Alpaca Lips.

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  • Current Mood: stresed
  • Current Music: Shriekback - In the Pylons
Angry Writer

Five Problems with Social Media

Five Problems with Social Media


  1. Grammar and spelling. It wasn’t, and generally still isn’t, that evident on social media sites like LiveJournal and Dreamwidth, but social media sites that limit the size of posts have the unfortunate side-effect of encouraging people to make spelling and grammatical shortcuts, in order to get the most bang for their posting buck.  Twitter, I’m looking at you, here.  Sadly, it’s beginning to bleed over into “real life” writing habits, breeding a new generation of illiterate morons who will spell wait as w8, even when they have no word or character limits.

  2. Keyboard Warriors. Not everything on Earth or in the virtual world is a fucking trigger.  Get over yourselves and stop making everyone who is unfortunate enough to attract your attention miserable.

  3. Selfies. We’ve all made them, yes.  But you don’t have to make them every day, much less more frequently.  Instagram has got to be the best thing to happen for narcissists, and the worst thing to happen for everyone else, in the history of Teh Intarwebz.

  4. Emojis. This kinda ties in with #1.  On many social media sites, you don’t have to use words to express how you’re feeling anymore.  You need only post an image of a thing with a face that best represents you at that moment.  Even though it comes in handy, when you don’t have the ability to say “I’m feeling a little sniffly right now.  I may be coming down with a cold”, when you are able to write out how you’re feeling, using emojis so much may dull your ability to go beyond adding what is essentially a cave painting to a message board.

  5. Lack of Fact-Checking. I’m guilty of this just as much as anyone else, even though I try to be as attentive as possible.  In a world where anyone can claim they are a journalist, and images can so easily be manipulated, you really can’t completely trust anything you see, especially on social media.  The problem is exacerbated by people blindly reposting misinformation, based solely on the headline, often without even reading the article itself, much less double checking what’s being reported.

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  • Current Mood: headachey
  • Current Music: Rob D - Clubbed to Death
Hickey Monster

Loss

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Last Tuesday, I officially ended an almost 30-year friendship that unofficially ended when I was thrown into grief over losing Aunt Tudi.  It would seem that suicidal depression and self-isolation clears the room every damned time.  I’m not saying anything further about it, because there’s nothing more to say, except for one thing.  The friendship could often be very toxic but, because of who we were and how we were treated before we met, the two of us always ended up back together.  It won’t happen this time.  There are too many miles, tears, and life-changes between us now.  I will miss him but, honestly, I’ve been missing him since he moved across the country back in the 90s.  It’s time to accept the inevitable.

In other loss news, I’m still reeling over the death of Prince.  From the moment I heard and saw him in the Controversy video, I was in love with his music and in lust with him.  From 1981 until his death, that never changed, and it never will.  After so many losses of beloved musicians so far this year (fuck you, 2016.  fuck you hard.), I’m pretty much walking around in a combination of stunned grief and abject fear.  Why the fear?  Well, there’s Shriekback, Barry Andrews and Carl Marsh in particular, with whom I’ve developed a good friendship/acquaintance and a fine working relationship over the years.  Then there’s Jeff Lynne, who’s resurrected ELO I’m supposed to finally get to see in concert after ages of dreaming.  If any of them passES this year, I’m going to lose my fucking shit.  I’m not exaggerating here.  I can barely handle thinking and writing about it.

  • Current Location: the house
  • Current Mood: sad sad
  • Current Music: Electric Light Orchestra - Getting to the Point
Dodo

Porky Pig's Wackyland - Dodos and Subscribers only!

Whitley Strieber is now channeling his dead wife Anne and, if you subscribe to Dreamland (the portion of Unknown Country people have to pay for [I almost subscribed years ago!]), you can learn more about her messages from beyond.  I can't decide if he's completed his journey to the Cuckoo's Nest, having lost the woman he so clearly adored, or if he's ramped up his charlatan side and decided to steal a little thunder from the likes of John Edward.  At any rate, when someone starts claiming that they're talking to the dead, or having the dead talk through them, my respect for them is gravely damaged.  I've always supported Whitley Strieber, even when what he's saying borders on kooky.  I believe he experienced something and that the Greys were involved.  'Communion' touched me in ways I can't even properly express in written or spoken language.  But this "my dead wife is imparting great wisdom through me" schtick is going a bit too far, even for me.

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  • Current Mood: disappointed disappointed
  • Current Music: Electric Light Orchestra - Tightrope
Tarmi

Eyes Eastward and the Dreaded Trump Puppy


The last time I lived in Asheville, the year was 1981.  What’s so odd is, I’m more homesick now than I have been in the 35 years I’ve been gone.  Last night, I browsed images of the Blue Ridge Parkway, Craggy Gardens and Craggy Dome in particular, since that’s where Aunt Tudi’s and Granny’s ashes are scattered.


I don’t know why I do shit like that to myself.  I know it’s only going to serve to make me feel like someone has patiently and carefully picked out my solar plexus with a dull spork, yet I do it all the same.  I posted some of the pics I found on Facebook last night, and the response they received was as I expected:  awe and wonder on behalf of those who took the time to take a gander.


And that is how it should be.  The sights available on the Blue Ridge Parkway are a feast for both the eyes and the soul.  Add to the mix the deep connectedness of loved ones whose last physical presence was designated to be amongst the rhododendrons and Faerie structures partially hidden in the silent mists of the Smoky Mountains, and you have yourself a perfect recipe for mental chest-clenching and a losing battle with that giant lump in your throat.


I haven’t been able to suss why I’m more homesick now than I was just a year ago until now.  I believe it’s because, even though I’ve been gone from Asheville for decades, I still had the comfort of being able to visit at least every once in a while.  I no longer have that option.  Asheville is almost 2500 miles away from me now, a far cry from the 75 measly miles that separated Duncan and the Land O’Sky.  Even when I could no longer drive, I still had more of a chance and opportunity to return home and visit Craggy Gardens.


Now, that lifeline has been severed.  I really am a stranger in a strange land.  That said, I have decided on something just today:  in the very slim chance the Mother Unit passes before I do, I'm going home.  I'm certainly not staying in San Diego with Matt.  I know he'd be as dead set against such an arrangement as I obviously am.

Anyway...


A Facebook friend and fellow hedge Witch, Granny Kate, posted a link to an independent movie project called Asheville: The Movie.  Here’s a little bit on the story.  Click the image at the top of this post to read more about that and the company instrumental in making the film a reality.



A story about a young man’s journey into the cultural creative world of Asheville, NC. John Craft is a middleclass community college student from the Midwest who is studying business to prepare for a career in his father’s paper company. He hears about a free spirited town in the North Carolina Mountains called Asheville. It is where the new age/indigo people of America are going and John wants to check it out before settling into a life of running the family business.

After a series of coincidental messages, John packs up and heads to this conscious town in the land of the Cherokee. When he arrives he finds himself at the Friday Night Drum Circle. A young raven haired free spirited girl name Star Seed, pulls him out on the dance floor and after some exotic inspiration, influences John to let loose and join in the tribal festivities.

John is invited by Star Seed to stay at a community house called “The Vortex”, where he meets 10 eclectic young adults and one wise elder who shows him the way of “Fully Living and Being Aware.” The house is full of unique characters who each share their passions and metaphysical/progressive beliefs.



Ayahuasca even plays into the film’s plot, which is monumental, considering I’ve been doing extensive research on that and DMT and their potential to help heal psychologically and spiritually broken people like myself.  Yet another one of those inescapable interludes of synchronicity.


The film is currently in production.  I’ve saved the webpage so I can keep up on its progress and when/if I’ll get to screen it.  This is definitely a must-see in Tin’s World.


In other news, I stumbled across a picture of Adolf Hitler Donald Trump that reminded me of a cute puppy I’d seen before.  I’m not saying Drumpf is cute, because he’s not.  He never has been, never will be, and he needs to have that orange thing he calls a face removed by an industrial belt sander, but the resemblance in expression is eerie.  Judge for yourself.


One final word about home, here are some of the images of Craggy Gardens I posted on Facebook last night.  To see the larger image, just click on the ones here.  If you aren’t spiritually moved by the supernatural beauty of found in these photographs, you might want to see a psychiatrist.


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After the past 36 hours of pining for Asheville, North Carolina, like never before, one thing is certain:

I NEED TO GO HOME.

  • Current Location: the house
  • Current Mood: homesick
  • Current Music: Jeff Lynne's ELO - Alone in the Universe
Crone

I Got God on Speed Dial, Lemme Call Him up for You

Why do people ask you to pray for them or others who have lost a loved one to death?  What good does it do?  It’s not going to bring the person back.  It won’t comfort any of the living, unless they’re delusional, which may be a good thing.  Being delusional during a time of great loss can ease the pain because you’re fucking delusional.  But prayer isn’t going to do shit for anyone.  God isn’t going to speak to anyone, except for the ones who stopped their meds during this time of grief.  It probably doesn’t exist and, in the slim chance it does, it’s too busy inspiring other delusional fuckers to oppress and kill their fellow Earthlings. 

 

Fuck that noise.

 

How many times did people say to me “I’ll pray for you” after Aunt Tudi died?  A lot of them, the Christians and xtians mainly, didn’t even ask for permission.  They just told me how it was going to be, whether I liked it or not.  Thanks for the support, assholes.  I got to where I was pretty aggressive about telling them, “no you won’t.  I don’t want your prayers.  I don’t want anything like that, and I don’t give you permission to speak to your imaginary friend on my behalf.  You’re not my representative.  If you were, I’d ask you tell your pal in the sky to go fuck itself.”

 

Yes, I’m still angry about it.  Every time I see someone make a prayer request for someone who’s suffered the death of a friend or family member, it makes me want to take a sledge hammer to anything that will break under the weight of my rage.

 

I don’t want to hear how everything happens for a reason and that god is good.  I didn’t in 2011 and I still don’t.  Keep your Wiccan candle-lighting and “in Jesus’ name”’s away from me.  I don’t require sitting shiva, nor do I need any petitions to Allah on my behalf.  The same goes for any other religion, god, prayer, or rattle-shaking.  

 

Someone has died.  No one will ever speak to them again.  The ones who feel the pain the most don’t need the condescending clichés that infect our modern grieving process.  In my case, and in many others’ if they’d be honest, it just makes things a thousand times worse.  When you’re grieving, you don’t hear god.  All you hear is the buzzing drone of inconsolability.  If you’re too selfish in your personal beliefs to respect that, and still feel compelled to bring a deity into the mix, then fuck you, get out of my life.

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  • Current Mood: pissed off pissed off
  • Current Music: Jeff Lynne's ELO - When the Night Comes
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Angry Writer

Christ

CHRIST

 

The faithful condemn, they condone persecution,

as the suicides plummet with nowhere to turn.

For, if Christ cannot love them, then why should they live?

And, if God won't accept them, then they'll just have to burn.

 

There is only one faith and one road to be traveled,

which leads to that mountain where Man may find love.

But there's only a handful of rich men and preacher men

Able to lie and reach Heaven above.

 

So the suicides have to be burning in Hell now

and those of us left are just souls lost in sin.

And we're told by the faithful how evil we are

and that we must give them money to be born again.

 

But I can't help but think that, if Christ came to Earth now,

a pauper, hippie, a heretic man,

the faithful who worship him would crown him with thorns again,

call him a sinner and drive nails in his hands.

 

And we who have wandered a world without meaning

would find there a martyr who, for us, his life lost,

then our children will reign in some bigoted future

and impale the same outcast on the hypocrites' cross.

 

©Tracy A. Evans / 31 August, 1990

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  • Current Mood: gloomy gloomy
  • Current Music: ELO - The Sun Will Shine on You
Torquemada

A Rare Survey Sighting!

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.



This is all true. photo 1264091_10153348891685721_288267917_o.jpg1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed.  Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes.  Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul



11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.



21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter



31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.




41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations.  My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.








51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.







61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?



71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives.  They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered.  The End.

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  • Current Mood: cranky cranky
  • Current Music: Jeff Lynne's ELO - All My Life
Darth Geek

Doctor Day

Today was doctor day.  I went to see Dr. Harrington at 11 and my new primary care physician at 2:30.  In between appointments, I slummed at Starbucks and surfed the Internet, but only after I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and fell, seemingly to my death, only for the sidewalk to catch me - and my computer!  Thankfully, the comp wasn’t damaged.  

 

Anyone who tends to be mega-clumsy, has seizures, or is prone to passing out, needs to switch to the Mac because their computers are tough as fucking nails.

 

Anyway, I hadn’t seen Dr. Harrington since September.  It was my intention not to really get into anything, just get my prescriptions refilled, and be on my way.  Considering I’d just gone through another horribleday without Aunt Tudi, I wasn’t in the mood to rehash crap.  Somehow, though, he got me to talking about when the Parental Units broke up and what happened with me in the immediate aftermath.  I’m tired of talking about that.  When I go back to him, in July, I’m not walking down that road again.  There’s no reason to go there.

 

The new doctor was very thorough and took his time.  He concluded what I already had, that I had acute bronchitis.  I’m on a 5-day regimen of prednisone, and he wants to see me again on Monday, if the cough is no better.  I like him.  He does have funny hands, though.  They’re shiny and hairless.  He’s not particularly shiny anywhere else, but those hands would gleam in the sunlight.  I have already dubbed them Mannequin Hands.

 

I’m back at the house now, and thoroughly exhausted.  I have not been out for so long since in the first of the year.  Did I like it?  Can’t say as I did, being a hermit and all.

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  • Current Mood: cranky cranky
  • Current Music: The Glitch Mob - Becoming Harmonious
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Bible

Jesus Foiled My Plans for the Day

Finally, after being the second sickest I’ve ever been, I got up enough strength to shower and go out today.  It was my intention to get a haircut, since my hair isn’t growing the way it used to, and my thyroid is causing some thinning.  Short hair seems to be my option from now own.  Unfortunately, I forgot that it was Easter, so the haircut did not happen, since all the shops were closed.  The Mother Unit swung me by the grocery store to pick up a few things, we went and got Slurpees, and came back to the house.  Tomorrow afternoon, I’m going to try to get that haircut again.

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  • Current Mood: blah blah
  • Current Music: Lokaki - Clubbed to Death Remix
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Farce

Stop It, Brain. STOP

Aunt Tudi has been on my mind a lot,  more so than usual, these past couple of weeks.  I hate it.  I want to turn off my brain, but I can’t seem to.  It would be okay, if the memories I had were just of the times we spent together, good and bad.  The laughter and tears, the fights and the impromptu comedic moments, the times that make up people’s everyday lives.  

 

But they’re not.

 

The memories are interspersed with the sharp flashes from the days she was on life support to the day she was taken off.  I don’t remember it all.  I was in a haze.  But I remember enough.  I have some very vivid memories of those horrible 96 hours.

 

To remember her failing on every level to learn the Electric Slide from Johnna, then instantly see her lying there with tape over her partially opened eyes, is unbearable.  I miss her so much, and I still feel the burden of responsibility for having put her in such a dehumanizing situation in what would be her last days.  She would hold my hand when we crossed streets in Asheville, but she didn’t hold my hand back when they took her off life support.  She wasn’t there, I know, but the gravity of the moment was very present, and it still is for me.  

 

It’s like it was just yesterday all that happened, even though it’s now going on five years.  My brain will not stop with the incessant barrage of pain, and I have no solution to remedy the problem.  I just want it all to stop.

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  • Current Mood: depressed depressed
  • Current Music: Ahrix- Snowbound
Asthma Hound Chihuahua

Captain Trips

Just when I was getting back into the swing of things here, I was “fortunate” enough to contract influenza.  I actually started coming down with it in late February, but it didn’t get really bad until after the first of March.  Just to give you an idea of how sick I really was, here’s a list of what plagued me throughout my time with Captain Trips.


  • Got flu from people I live with on 23rd February.
  • Body ache
  • Headache
  • Runny nose
  • Fatigue
  • Swollen glands at base of ears
  • Constant cough
  • Foul taste in mouth and inner odour
  • Laryngitis
  • Eye pain with green discharge
  • Nausea and vomiting
  • Diarrhea 
  • No appetite
  • Difficulty keeping down fluids - probably very dehydrated now, because heart is pounding with minimal activity
  • Dizziness and weakness
  • High fever at first (103.2 on 2/25) and sporadic low-grade fever since, the latest being two nights ago, when the eye thing started)

I vaguely remember going to one of my doctors on March 3rd.  Apparently, I was so bad off, she prescribed me meds, put me in her car, took me to the drugstore, went in and bought my meds, plus a load of OTC stuff to help me, then brought me home.  I need to check and see if she paid for all of it with my card or if she used her own money.  I hope she didn’t get sick as well.

 

My final symptom was getting an eye infection in both eyes, accompanied with another fever.  There was one day when I actually had to fumble blindly to get a hot wash cloth in order to melt away the glue from my eyes after a couple hours of sleep.  Even then, I couldn’t get my eyes entirely open.  I looked like the banjo player from Deliverance.  There’s no doubt it was conjunctivitis, and the Mother Unit took me and dropped me off at the ER so I could get some meds for it, because she didn’t want to end up getting sick again.  But the wait was so long, and I was so weak from being sick for suck an extended period of time, I had to get a taxi back to the house.  (The Unit was with Matt who had cut himself badly enough to need stitches.  His left arm is still wrapped up.)  I barely remember getting back to the house, and I found out a few days later that I lost my debit card.  I’m waiting for a new one.

 

When I finally started coming out of my haze, I still didn’t feel like doing anything but staring at things, so I decided to re-binge watch Breaking Bad.  I spent a few days doing that and just staring into nothingness, coughing and wheezing.  Four days ago, I finished Breaking Bad and, even though I had watched the series once before, this time I’m grieving that it’s over.  I’m just fucking bereft.  I don’t know what to do with myself.  I have some Walking Dead I could watch, but it’s like being offered a puppy after your dog of 15 years has died.  No thanks, mate.  I will never have another dog.  Like that.  It’s gonna take me some time.

 

My greatest regret about being so sick is that I promised Barry I would promote the latest Shriekback release.  He sent me the information and whatnot to download, and I failed to do so because I was so out of my head with the Superflu.  Now, I’m not sure where we stand on it and if it’s too late for me to proceed.  I need to ask, but I’m ashamed.  I’ve tried my best never to let the Shrieks down, and I’ve done so in spades this time around.  I kind of suck.

 

I still have the cough, and I have no doubt I’ll develop bronchitis, because I always do.  Hopefully, I can hold out on seeing a doctor until my appointment on 4/18 with my new primary care physician.  I had to chance doctors because the one I had behaved extremely unprofessionally with me a couple of times, and actually failed to treat me for a UTI I had, telling me I had one, but not prescribing anything for it.  The cardiologist she needlessly sent me to was the one who prescribed the antibiotics I needed.  So I had to say buh-bye to that doctor.  My insurance told me that the change in doctors was effective immediately so, if the cough gets progressively worse, I may call to see if I can be seen earlier.  They have long hours six days a week, as well as a good walk-in policy, so hopefully it won’t be a problem.  

 

So that’s what’s been going on with me.  This year has so far been chock full of uber-suck when it comes to health.  I just hope I can get my shit together by September.

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  • Current Mood: sick sick
  • Current Music: Swedish House Mafia Vs. Knife Party - Antidote
Dr. Who Boogie

The Oldest Beatles Fan on Earth

This has gone viral, and rightfully so! The video is of superhero, actor, and party-starter Pablo Woodwood, getting a party going on the streets of Brighton, England. What's so damned cool about it, is the old woman who seriously got into the whole thing and, even though she's obviously like 150 years old, let go of her walker and started getting the fuck down. Whoever this woman is needs to be celebrated and brought as much joy as she has brought to millions of people in just a few short days. Hell, she and Pablo have put a serious dent in my Professional Misanthropy, but I'm too happy to be angry about it! Watch it and groove on the frisson, peeps. You won't regret it. And, if you know who that old lady is, please fill us all in.  The video is courtesy of Facebook user, Ezda Beevers.

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  • Current Mood: giddy giddy
  • Current Music: The Beatles - Twist and Shout
Bible

You Will Be Assimilated. Resistance Is Futile.

I have minimal contact with any of the friends I had in South Carolina.  There is one simple reason for this:  they all seem to have completely lost their motherfucking minds.  I’m no huge fan of the weather here in San Diego, but I’m certainly perplexed when people say this city is rather conservative.  For me, it’s like I was rescued from an oppressive regime and put in a safe house in Basicd​ecencyville.

 

I’ll always love the friends I made during my incarceration in the the Upstate of South Carolina, but I cannot abide the fact they all seem to have succumbed to the Kool-Aid of xtian conservatism, despite once being rational individuals.  How can you choose ignorance and intolerance, after knowing there is a better way?  Is it the “when in Rome” or “if you can’t beat them, join them” mindsets?

 

Is that what happened?  Were your Wills and capacity to think for yourselves whittled away by the established theocracy that dominates the Bible Belt?  

 

Would I have eventually fallen victim to this madness, had I not escaped?

Jeff Lynne

Greatest Birthday Gift EVAR

I just don't even know what to do with myself right now.  I needed to mark this moment, but I'm barely dealing with the incomprehensibility of it to feel like I would be making much sense.  So I'm just gonna let the pic speak for itself, and go scream in a pillow for an hour or two. Now, if only SHRIEKBACK would come to Cali and play a concert...

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  • Current Mood: ecstatic ecstatic
  • Current Music: The Troggs - Any Way that You Want Me
Here is the news!

First Your Phone, Then Your Home

About three hours ago, the Mother Unit and I went to the Apple Store in Fashion Valley to throw in our support of Tim Cook’s refusal to cave to the FBI’s intimidation methods to break into people’s cell phones.  As we waited for the rally to begin, we got into discussion on what we should chant ‘cos, at the time, the rally felt more like a funeral.  I suggested FIRST YOUR PHONE, THEN YOUR HOME.  The people seemed to dig it, but the news crews in attendance ate it up.  They specifically requested we chant that when they began covering the rally.



Afterward, the Unit and I went by Rubio’s to get Matt some fish tacos, then by the grocery store so I could buy some ice cream and cottage cheese.  By the time we got home, the local ABC affiliate had already posted a video, and Times of San Diego had posted a news story, the headline being Apple Corps at Fashion Valley: ‘First Your Phone, Then Your Home’.



Here’s the Channel 10 news video.  The Unit and I are front and center.  I also managed some free Shriekback advertising with my ultra-groovy Shriek tee.



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  • Current Mood: amused amused
  • Current Music: The Glitch Mob - Black Aura
cadmus pariah

Lies. All LIES!

Oooookaaaaay, so I finally managed to drift off to sleep for about an hour, and I promptly revisIted this dream, but there was a difference in what he said.  He placed his mouth at the corner of mine, and whispered, "Do you remember when I told you not to be afraid?"

"Yes," I replied, almost silently.

"Well, I lied."

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  • Current Mood: distressed distressed
  • Current Music: Blaynoise - Planet Terror
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cadmus pariah

Each Arm

On occasion, I have been asked how I get anything done, because it seems I’m doing everything all at once.  Well, I am doing everything all at once, but it’s really all about what a person gets used to.  It’s also about how a person’s mind works.

 

My mind has always been way too busy for its own good.  Many of my teachers in school allowed me to doodle as I took notes, because the only way I could fully focus on the work at hand was to allow my mind to drift in other matters.  I know that seems counterintuitive, but it worked for me, and I soaked knowledge up like a sponge.  The same concept applied to reading for me.  I have to be reading more than one book at a time, and I have to read each page at least twice, because the first time is a kind of overall imprint, and the second review is more of an in-depth absorption.  I read by paragraph, not by sentence.  

 

I think faster than I can write, even with typing, so I often skip words, which can be frustrating.

 

When I began working in Quality Assurance at BMG, we were all allowed to do as we pleased whilst auditioning new releases, just as long as we could remain focused on identifying sound and technical issues with the recordings.  I got into the habit of writing and working on art while I listened.  It took the pressure of having to listen to shite.  When we began testing video games and upgraded to computers, my focus had to change.  I could audition new releases while testing new games.  I was also tasked to teach myself the computer, then give instruction to my boss and coworkers, so I would often find myself listening to an album, playing a game, and learning the PC by trial and error, all at the same time.  It was never an issue for me.  I adored it.

 

After BMG decided it no longer cared about the quality of its products and I ended up in the Pit (Special Orders Services/Point of Purchase promotions), my need to multi-task came in extremely handy, garnering me a lot of praise from a lot of labels, and some really nice raises.  There were days I would be working on a dozen different promotions projects, and still be writing on my own stuff.  When we got plugged into the Internet at work, I was introduced to LJ and created the Cliffs of Insanity to help me deal with the madness of working in the music business.  Even though the coping mechanism only partially worked, as is evidenced in my obvious madness even today, it further developed my multi-tasking skills, allowing me to be able to listen to music, talk on the phone, communicate via email, process orders, organise promotions, bitch in my journal, and write on my fiction simultaneously.  The more I did, the more I could do, and the more I needed to do.

 

I never had any capacity for patience, though, and what little patience I had, began to deteriorate.  I am now pretty much devoid of any patience, but the mind is still on overdrive, and I often find myself incapable of doing just one thing.  I feel incomplete and lazy.  I feel disconnected, not only from the world as I perceive it, but also from myself.  I also need some distraction in order to keep Cadmus in his Tulpa form at bay.  If it weren’t for multi-tasking, Cadmus would have driven me the rest of the way mad as a hatter long ago.

 

I know a lot of people find multi-tasking to be a pain in the arse but, for me, it is a blessing for a mind that will sleep when it’s dead.

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  • Current Mood: busy busy
  • Current Music: Ahrix - A New Start