Mysterious Mysteries

Damn neighbors two doors down from me decided to have a drunken loud and wretched fight last night at 3am... woke me up, and for that I call the cops. Funny thing was the conversation with the 911 operator:

Op: "Let me just confirm your phone number."

Me: *does so*

Op: "And your name...?"

Me: *gives full name with spelling at her insistance*

Op: "And... what apartment are you in again...?"

Me: *gives apartment number*

Op: "Do you... have relatives in number *censored*?"

Me: "Why yes I do, my mother and sister are there. Jolly good of the neighbors to wake them up too." *scowls*

Op: "Oh okay, I just thought it was odd that we'd get calls from two L. McMahons in the same building... uhm, yeah we're awfully busy in that area right now, but we'll try and send someone by..." blah blah blah

I mostly called so I could then follow up with the apartment manager with a complaint. That particular neighbor has been good, but I think he's got newly acquired bitch problems, and it's obvioulsly got him drinking and behaving like an asshole now, yay~

That reminds me, I still need to call the manager.

Anyhoot~

Through most of the years with my close circle of friends (Jeremy, Carmen and Brian), we were curious about things, specifically occult things. One could say this was spawned by all of us being fans of Anne Rice's early Vampire Chronicles, specifically The Vampire Lestat book, but really that and other influences (like Colin Wilson) took us through such things as participating in the 'Crystal Revival' of the late 80's, using ouija boards (the one of which I made, the Egyptian Truth Board, I still have) and other means such as channeling to communicate with disembodies entities, meditating, taking each other through out of body experiences in order to investigate the 'other side', and even taking a road trip to visit the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum in San Jose, CA. Very interesting times.

One of our favorite places to be curious about was an abandonded mansion in my Sacramento neighborhood, we called it the Dragon House, but it was actually known as the Lionheart Mansion according to my mother who worked for elderly clients and got the story of the place... and I'd have to ask if she remembers it, because I can't recall the story at the moment, though it was tragic. Which would explain why the place was empty. And why we were attracted to it so. We'd often go for walks just to pass by and feel out the place. It was always very quiet though. Once we got brave enough to sneak into the back yard, but never dared to go peer through the windows.

The most brazen thing we did (or at least Jeremy, Brian, and I) explains the following photo:



Halloween 1989, we decided to get dressed up like vampires and go take photos in front of the Dragon House (my mother was nice enough to take the pictures), and as you can tell we got up on the front porch (underneath the giant wood carved lion head which gaurded it) and fired away with the camera flash... well, it was halloween >_> ... but yeah we didn't stick around long, just enough to get a dozen photos or so and then hightail it out of there before the neighbors called the cops. Heh, though then we decided to head down to the State Capitol Building and climb all over the front porch of that for photos - absolutely shameless XD

I have no idea if the Dragon House is still standing, but it'd be interesting to find out if anyone has fixed it up, or horror of horrors, torn it down...

~Liriel

When you dress like a nut...

Had a fairly uneventful day... unless you count making a post office run to mail an order, and then spending a few hours shopping for desprately needed dress shoes and SCA sandles XD

Speaking of SCA (and for those that've never heard of it, SCA stands for the Society of Creative Anachronism), here comes my first ever SCA photo, eek~



That, uhm... 'pavilion' was Jeremy's idea, as was the household name of Mor. I had actually gone before to several events with my sister, but this was the first one where us 'kids' had our own encampment... and boy weren't we proud XD. I can't even remember where this event was at, no doubt somewhere in the Kingdom of the West, and probably within (or not far outside of) Cynagua. Currently I reside in the Kingdom of Antir, and I try to stay involved the Barony of Blatha An Oir. If you just can't wait here's a 2002 photo with me in it from the BAO photo gallery; I'd be the one looking like I'm about to spring up from my seat with a light saber and kill my Jedi Master for the Dark Side... oh yes.

There'll be more of these type of photos further down the line -- the pavilions only get better XD

That's all for tonight, I'm conserving energy for a fun time tomorrow, woo~

~Liriel

Wall Ball

Maybe I'm too serious for my own good, but when I invite someone to call me for a get-together I generally expect to hear from them... even if it's to beg off for whatever reason.

Especially when I'd heard from that person's boyfriend that she wants to hang out more, and so when I see her later, I say, "Hey, yeah let's get together tomorrow. We'll chill and watch the CSI season finale, that'd be cool. So give me a call tomorrow, when ever is fine," and I get the tacit approval that she'll call after sleeping in on her day off. Okay. No problem.

But then after watching said episode at home, by myself, without the phone ringing once all day, I just end up feeling... blown off.

Friendship is like playing tennis, and when I leave the ball in your court you're supposed to return it... otherwise I might just as well be playing wall ball. Which is usually what I end up doing anyways. Feh.

And good god damn I almost sent out an e-mail to end all e-mails based on a complete misreading of a reply I got this morning... I need my head checked... or maybe a vacation.

At least the CSI finale kicked some serious ass -- I now know more about being buried alive as I've always wanted to know, but was afraid to find out :D

Since this is the second post for the day, no pics -- yay~

~Liriel

The sweetness... it kills.

Lord god all mighty... I have tasted of the wireless internet -- and it tasted soooo good~!

The TCP is surrounded by about three or so hotspots, and my friend Travis brought his laptop along (as well as his 2GB wifi card .... @.@ !), and well, he was getting a rather weak signal... like 53MB ... which is like, uhm, oh I dunno... 100 times faster then what I have now or some crazy shit like that.

Fuck.

There'd been this webcomic that I've been wanting to check out, but couldn't really because it would take me probably half an hour or more to get through the 24 page archive... last night I read it in like... 5 minutes (glad I did too, because I'd been thinking of making it a BadBlood recommended reading link... and well, turns out I wouldn't recommend it to my enemies XP)

Damnit... what do I have to do to get my hands on this kinda access?! Kill?! Rape?! Steal?! I mean -- shit... RRRRRARGH!!


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And now for something completely different :D

Gig photos from the summer of 1989 (after I'd chopped my mop down a bit and died it black... again XD):






I still have the Peavey 2x15 speaker cabinet... anyone want it? I'm going to be buried with my bass though XD

This gig was at Southside Park in Sacramento, a rather nice place in the middle of a semi-barrio (hence the mural art) -- but it was a pretty lame show. I mean I had fun playing (almost always did), but like the rest of the bands were... and the sound was...

Yeah.

I remember someone afterwards coming up to me and saying I must really like music because he saw that I was busy moving around while playing (while most folks just stand and play, as he put it).... so very odd, but that idea stuck with me, and later I spent a good deal of time thinking about stage presence while playing, so that movement became part of the show. Like during a lead-git solo, or a low and quiet part, I'd turn aside and pretend like I wasn't on the stage; or during a bass lead get out there and creep back and forth on the stage while eyeing the audience... and so on. I think that's what made it so fun, that interaction. Must have been something at any rate...

Welp, got chores to do, and I'm supposedly going to go see the CSI finale tonight... so yeah, me gone.

~Liriel

ConnectiCon...?

During my bath today I got completely possessed by the idea of going to this years ConnectiCon (July 15th -17th in Hartford, CT). Nearly half the webcomic guests are folks I know on-line, and half of those I know well. And there's one particular person, Teh Dave, who's coming over from Scottyland, that I simply have to hook up with (and Matt) and see who can drink who under the table XD

So I looked around, found out that tickets for the 3-day event are $40 (CHEAP!), and that discount airfare is currently hovering around $326... I'm clearly INSANE.

Should I ask for donations? Hmm? What do you think?

FUCK!! I wanna goooo...

So the inking of the page went well today, hand's getting better, and I can type okay (at least right now), so yay~ on all accounts. This page cracks me up, especially the last panel *grinning*

Okay so, onwards down memory lane, this next pic is of Jeremy and myself on my sister's misbegotten wedding, May 20th 1989.



Never was there such a collection of the worst relatives (old and new in-laws), of two different cat breeds to boot. Needless to say I was glad Jeremy was there to support me through the nightmare. And I still have that t-shirt, it's a screen print of a Nick Rhodes (from Duran Duran XD) photo that Jeremy made for me. :D

~Liriel

The Last Supper

I did manage to pencil the upcoming page today without too much of a problem, even though the bruised hand still looks like shit (though it's the kinda thing that doesn't show up well on a cheap digital camera, otherwise I'd show off my owie XD). Though the hand is now kinda sore (I don't think the computer mouse and typing is helping much either now that I think about it...) -- but anyways, about the page! Hahaha, it's another one that amuses me greatly, even more so this time XD , but it's kinda lame because I took it easy on the background... damn hand... :(

Yeah the typing, no good, and I have to do foruming tonight and try and catch up with Comixpedia so I can get back in the loop (oh yeah, buzzBugle is dead by the way... had to give it up... ;_; )... I'm gonna cut to the chase here then, and save my hand a bit.

I call this photo "The Last Supper":



Though it was no where near the last time I ate there in the three years I worked at Taco Bell, paying my food service dues, but it is the only photo. I really miss the Mexican Pizza... but yeah I worked for Taco Bell all the way up to Seattle, made a pit stop in Santa Rosa for my sister, but that's another story, and so's the Seattle Taco Bell story, should I remember to tell it when the time comes.

I had the good fortune of working for Taco Bell back when they actually pressure cooked the beans every morning (before the just-add-hot-water beans... or the boil-in-a-bag meat XP), and when they made the Cinnamon Crips (from real flour tortillas, instead of that weird poly-pig-skin stuff those Twists are probably made of)... damn, it was good food back then... It was really sad to watch it turn to crap, just so they could compete with McDonalds... >:(

~Liriel

Bang It Up

One thing that continues to be a mystery is that every time I go out clubbing, I end up with a horde of bruises the next day, no more so then after this weekend. In fact this time it may affect the outcome of the next page.

See, the weekend before I had a fit of rage and slammed my fist against the door, my right fist. But it seemed okay the next day, only slightly bruised, with the bones being a little bit sore. It was fine in a few days.

Well, I seemed to have done something to the exact same spot because Saturday morning there appeared hemorage-like bruising between the pinky and ring finger, and ring and middle finger, and it's kinda achy sore and definitely ugly looking. Maybe it was the thin blood and dancing about that ruptured something already damaged. I really hope it's not serious... because then I'd had to slam my left fist against the door.

Other bruises obtained were to the legs from knocking into pool tables, stools, and cab doors, also a few from knocking my right arm and elbow against the table of drinks one too many times. Hmmm... maybe I should just learn to draw with my left hand since it seems to always come out unscathed during these adventures.

That said, I was not well on Saturday, and in fact missed a pretty important appointment that afternoon because I couldn't hold my insides... in. Yes... pretty pathetic. So another thing I need to do is take it easy the night before important stuff. Yeah.

I still had a great time though, looked swell:



Got to party down with friends, kept running into really, really old co-workers, got to know better a couple of aquaintances, and even get some comic pimping done. Oh yes. Can't forget that. Heheh. I'll tell ya though... no, wait... on second thought, I'll keep that to myself ^_~ lol


Anyways, so here's a photo from back before I learned to drink, smoke, and otherwise have fun abusing myself (circa April 1989) XD:



Us friends would usually gather at Jeremy's house, since it was nice and clean (both Carmen and I came from 'messy' homes), so here I'm sitting having a 'serious moment' without my glasses on and Jeremy pops out with the camera >_< ! He tries again later in a less serious moment (Carmen and I trying to chill on his water bed with 'girl talk') and he gets a different reaction (the 'fuck off' reaction XD):

Ah yes, Dokken... lol

~Liriel