Amazons

Sep. 24th, 2010 11:36 am
dextra: (Wolverine Pretty)
I finally finished something I'd been sitting on for months. I had an acquaintance on DeviantArt that is one of the most incredible artists, who had the username minarho1. I saw her crank out about 3 different versions of this sketch before I saw this one and asked if it was ok if I colored it.



She said that she'd like to see what I could do with it, so I started on it. And then I stopped. I repeated this several times. Then finally a month or two ago I actually got started. It took me a while, due to just getting busy or distracted by other things or what have you. But I spent the last few evenings getting all this DONE. In fact, I was up way too late last night and crawled into bed once I was done because I just couldn't leave anything unfinished. But it's done.



While the one in the middle should be recognizable, the ladies, from left to right, are: Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons; Donna Troy; Diana, aka Wonder Woman, Cassandra Sandsmark, aka Wonder Girl; and Artemis of Bana-Mighdall. Diana, Hippolyta and Artemis have all held the title of Wonder Woman, and Donna and Cassie have been Wonder Girl. So there's the connection.

I may go back and tweak a few things, looking at it after having slept. But for now, it'll do. And if you're wondering, my favorite in this piece is Hippolyta. I love that regal stance. :)
dextra: (Abbey Road Treadmill)
As I announced on Facebook yesterday, I am in possession of wheels once again. I'm pretty happy about it. It's a 1997 Mecury Sable. It's older, but it's in great shape. Even the engine is spanky clean. It runs great, and the AC is icy cold. And it's nice and spacious on the inside, which is good for me, because I tend to get a little car claustrophobic sometimes.

Pictures and other junk under here. )

And finally...I made an ass out of myself for lulz. And Fia helped.

dextra: (Transmetro  - Chairleg of Truth)
I have realized, in my brain dead stupor, what I should be doing as a career: proofreader. Or editor. Or any other career field that pays me to be an asshole to people for spelling like an idiot or using fucked up grammar.* I say this because I just did a quick skim of Facebook, LiveJournal and two forums, and in less than ten minutes I had the urge to punch fifteen people.

For a moment I thought that teaching English as a second language to Americans might be a good one. Then I got slightly depressed when I came to the conclusion that this is something that is probably necessary. Also, I wouldn't want to be a teacher. They're supposed to be somewhat supportive of even the most challenging students. And I think it's against the law to beat someone in the brain with a dictionary while screaming about homophones not being interchangable.

*I'm in no way claiming myself to be some sort of bastion of grammar, but compared to the majority of the internet, I might as well be. You'd never know it if you've ever heard me talk though. I fuck up the English language in ways that should be illegal if I'm talking. Except, however, when I'm at work and I've gotten through a few calls as a warmup. Then I can talk till my voice gives out (and sometimes it does).

But I'll never get over how many times a day I get called "sir". O_o

Yeeeeah.

Apr. 26th, 2010 09:27 am
dextra: (I have the dumb)
Apparently someone flipped the "off" switch on my insomnia. See, I have weird little cycles of insomnia that tend to kick in during the spring. Except Colorado has a fucked up definition of spring that includes blowing snow that can pack itself neatly into your ear while you're trying not to kill yourself by trudging through slush to get inside a Target. (Say that five times fast.)

About halfway through my shift last night, I felt this warm, relaxing vibe sweep through me. "Aw, shit," I thought, "why now?" I knew, even then, that I wasn't long for the world. And I still had at least 3 hours to go.

My particular brand of insomnia is weird. Not that insomnia is a normal thing, but I digress. I will spend an entire day dragging myself along, yawning and mumbling all the way. And then somehow, at about 10 pm, something inside my brain says "PARTAY!" and I'm wired. Some nights I won't be able to sleep until 3 or 4 in the morning, and then I'm back up by 8 or 8:30 at the latest. I don't go in to work until noon, but I need my morning time to wake up. Yes. I require four hours in which to wake up. This is so I don't kill anyone with mind bullets when I do get to work.

Wait for it... )

Murfle.

Dec. 21st, 2009 06:54 am
dextra: (I have the dumb)
Bleh. Grrr blech mrrr smna friggin bassa asss brrrrna poop.

Translation:
Insomnia kicked in hard. Stared at the ceiling until passing out sometime after 3 am. Am zombie now.

Boooooosh.

Mar. 27th, 2009 10:59 am
dextra: (Clerks - Pure cat-swingin' crazy)
I've got that weird, disconnected, yet omniscient feeling that comes with a good bout of insomnia. The kind that you get after being up all night drinking many cups of coffee and listening to silence. I want to paint some music or sing a picture. Maybe drum out some breakfast. If I didn't know better, I'd swear someone dosed my Coffeemate.

Think I'm gonna make some scrambled eggs and contemplate putting on actual clothes. Tony's still in bed, and Mom got up but fell back asleep on the couch, so I've got dueling chainsaws threatening to drown out the tv, and Gremlins is on G4. I haven't seen that shit in like 15 years. Still awesome.
dextra: (LJ - Bored at work)
My sleep got seriously screwed up over the weekend. I stayed up all night on Friday for no reason. I just kept finding things I needed to do. Of course, I bailed on work at 2 because of my head, so I went home and did all my usual remedies, which involves a lot of caffiene, so...there you go. I was up until 2 am this morning because I just hadn't realized what time it was. Whoops.

I've got my Christmas shopping about 95% done. There's a couple of minor things I need to pick up in the next week or so, but that's about it. And if I can find or think of something else for the kids, that would be good too. I overdid on their birthday, so finding things I know they want is getting a little difficult. They've each got a Barbie, a Cabbage Patch kid and an oversized Care Bear. Joey's got a Wii Zapper and a set of some Judy Blume paperbacks. Jackie's got the first season of the Muppet Show, and I need to get her something else for sure to make it even. And maybe one more big thing that they can share. I dunno if they have a dvd player in their room or not. Or maybe a PS2, since they have games for it. I dunno.

Today is my great-grandmother's birthday. She's 95 now. She's not doing very well. The Alzheimer's has pretty much taken over and left her very reliant on others. She lived by herself up until a year or so ago, but now she lives with my great aunt Lucy and her husband Albert.

Man, just two weeks until Christmas. I can't wait, so of course, this means the next two weeks are going to fucking DRAG. There's a couple of parties this weekend, though I don't know if I'm going to go to the one for Pelican (our sister engineering firm) or not. It's semi-formal, and I'm not feeling much up to dressing up just to get drunk. I can do that at home in my sweats and be comfy. Ashley's having a party at her place on Sunday, and we're going to exchange gifts there. Everyone just buys a gift and we draw names to see who's we got. Pretty sweet idea.

Yeah, I think instead of going to that party I'm going to get my hair cut instead. I'm getting pretty shaggy. I mean, this cut will grow out well when I want to, but I don't want to right now. If I don't have a hat or a headband on, my bangs are trying to get in my mouth. So it's time for a trim.

Aw hell.

Aug. 27th, 2007 07:25 am
dextra: (AbFab - Oh god darling)
Teh Insomnia© has hit me full force. I was wondering when that would happen. I went to sleep roughly....four hours ago? And I've been up for an hour and a half. Oh, today is gonna be FUN.
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I've been up since 4:30 am for no reason. Well, I got up because I had to pee. I stayed up because I couldn't go back to sleep. And I've spent the last half hour realizing that I need to have a complete icon overhaul. I do that every few months or so, just because.

I know as soon as I get to work and get a couple of cups of coffee in me, THAT'S when I'll get sleepy. I think my hormones are fucking with me or something. I've been bitchy and just generally blech for a week or so now.

I'm using Brian's PC right now, which is odd for me. I usually play with the laptop, but it's down at the moment. The keyboard on this one is a Zboard gaming keyboard, and it's designed for use with Everquest II. So the keys are set up a little differently, and there's different markings on others. Like I just happened to look down at the "G" key, and I thought it said "Group Sex".

Actually, it says "Group Say", but it's really tiny!
dextra: (Ron *rawr*)
Don't know what I was thinking, really, but a few weeks ago, I was bored and up at 3 am watching infomercials. This was before I had the internet back and could waste my money here. So I was watching this soul-sucking bit of tripe for a product called Turbo Jam, and being inundated with less than subtle messages that I am an obese tub of goo. I was weak. I called the damned number, and after being offered everything short of nirvana in pill form, I gave them my credit card number and ordered what I thought would be my salvation from the fat farm.
And this, children, is why advertising is the devil's profession. )
dextra: (Bored Katchoo)
It is currently 5:14 in the morning on a bloody SATURDAY and I am awake. Kinda skews my whole weekend. I have to go up to school and take a couple of tests to get out of the math and English general courses, which is fine by me. And then get the rest of my financial aid stuff finished up. Whee.

I've actually been awake since about 3am, for no particular reason. I was just all itchy and uncomfortable and hot, even though I have the AC set to arctic. Oh well. I'm gonna go to school, come home and take a nap, and then CJ's wanting to take me out tonight. Be a nice change of pace, at least.
dextra: (Something wrong with you)
We should be on the road by this afternoon, I hope. I won't bore you with details. I'm tired of them myself. I did get an electric cooler for the van though, so that'll be nice. And we found the car kit for the cd player. Even better. Just have to go get the trailer hooked up from U-haul and toss everything into it. I saw a power strip for running multiple devices through the car's battery, so I'm going to pick up one of those. They have those things with up to four ports on them, but I think three should be enough. One each for the cooler, cd player, and the phone charger. Four would be nice, but then I'd be tempted to run the laptop as well. I think that would be a bit much. Because if I had all that in my van, I don't know if I would want to bother moving into a new apartment, except for having a bathroom, that is.

So I'll be bored out of my wits within a couple of hours. I'm taking a couple of books, and we'll have music and all that normal car stuff. But if anyone wants to call me while I'm out on the road, feel free. In fact, please do. Click here to send me a text message. The link is also in my userinfo. Text me your number and I'll call you back. (And I just tested it. It really works! Whee!) Although I must warn you that I've been playing mother hen to CJ since he's apparently regressed to adolescence. In other words, I'm smacking his hand off my boob every five minutes. So, y'know, if I start carrying on about tits and beatings, it's not you. It's me. Or him, rather.

I was going to try to get some more sleep, but I was going to be up in a couple of hours anyway. Bugger. Guess I'll be catching a nap on the road. At least the limitations of the van compared to the Grand Am make CJ drive a little saner. Don't get me wrong, he's a good driver. He just tends to want to outrun everyone on the road. Or straight up their ass if they're in front of him. He actually caught me pushing my "phantom brake" yesterday. That's when I try to make the car slow down or stop through sheer force of will (and by smashing the pedal-less floorboard with my foot). Oh well. I'll check in on LJ if we stop somewhere for the night, if I'm not too tired. Otherwise, see you guys in a couple of days.
dextra: (large penis)
That's all. I wish I had something interesting to say, but I don't. *shrug*

Found out what's wrong with the van. Just the little computer box, and that is being taken care of. Everything else is fine. We're going to be leaving tomorrow, Friday at the very latest. I'm wanting to leave tomorrow so that we don't try to be stupid and drive straight through. And from what I can tell, there isn't a goddamn thing on I-10 between San Antonio and El Paso. I would really like to start out early in the morning, and hopefully make it all the way across Texas in a day. Good fucking luck there, considering we're on the eastern end of Louisiana, too. If we make it to El Paso, then we can edge out of Texas and into New Mexico. Get a room somewhere in Las Cruces, pass out, then get up early and drive some more.

I just want to get this over with. To just be there and have the shitty part over with, that would be fantastic. I did find the car kit for my walkman, so at least I can listen to our cds in the van. Might get a decent cd player for it eventually. I need to finish tacking up the headliner. Bad thing about those Dodge vans is that shit always falls off.

Oh, I'm going to send out an email about my address again, since they changed the apartment we'll be getting. My apartment number is going to be 144, rather than 199. So, just a heads up. And if you didn't get it at all, and feel like you should, then yell at me and I'll smack you upside the head. And then I'll email you my address.

Hmm. Think I'm going to go outside and have a quick smoke, and then try to find my bed. It seems to have been invaded by every article of clothing in the house.

*YAWN*

Jan. 12th, 2005 08:49 am
dextra: (Default)
I shouldn't be this tired this early in the morning. I've been up since about 3:30 am. Had to get up early to take CJ to work again, and this time, the kids were with us. I was so hoping that they wouldn't have a hard time getting going, but once they're up, they're up. The drive itself was fairly uneventful, which is a good thing. We stopped by Starbucks when we got back to town and got breakfast (coffee for me, hot cocoa for the kids, and muffins).

I want to go to sleep so bad right now, but I can't. I have to go over and get the kids signed up for daycare in an hour, and I have to stop by the office first and take care of something I forgot to do yesterday before I left. I don't know if I'll go in to work after getting the kids signed up or not. Depends on how it goes. I really just want to come home and fall over.

CJ was hoping that he wouldn't have to go back to the boat, and I really didn't want him to go. He put in a transfer to go shoreside so he could be home every night, because he's getting tired of being on the boat half the time. He's been doing it for over 3 years now, and it's a tough thing to deal with. Here's what he had to say about it this morning. If I could do something to get him off the boat, I'd do it. But we can't afford to make it on my paycheck alone.

I knew I should have kept that money fairy in the jar, but OH NO, mom said it was a firefly and needed to go outside with the rest of them. Stupid mom.

Sigh...

Apr. 13th, 2004 04:13 pm
dextra: (cherry)
Fell asleep at about 11. Mom woke me up at 1:30 telling me "I can't have you sleeping all day, I've got work to do around here!" According to Dave, she slept till noon, so there's the whole pot calling the kettle black thing. I already feel crappy from not sleeping last night, and the last thing I needed was a reminder my lack of job and purpose.

I feel like crap enough as it is. I don't need any more reminders of what I can't do. I'd tell the lot of them to go fuck themselves, but that won't do me any good. I really just want to either go back to sleep and wake up feeling better (which isn't an option right now) or go pound on something rather than sitting here complaining.
dextra: (Default)
Feeling a little better. Think I was sick and just didn't realize it. Even though I did sleep last night, I came in this afternoon and just fell over and slept till about 8 o'clock. Now I just want to take a shower and wash the sleepy icky sick feeling away.

*deep breath*

Tomorrow's another day. Think I'll go ahead and load up some new icons.

Figures...

Mar. 24th, 2004 03:48 am
dextra: (Default)
I slept normally last night, so now I'm going to have trouble for days. I've been trying to get straightened out, sleepwise, to no avail. I've cut my caffiene consumption down by half. Which that pretty much means no caffiene after 5pm. But as soon as I try to lie down to sleep, I get all itchy and twitchy. Even though I meditate, and do that fairly well, I can't calm my mind to sleep. I've kept myself in a "hibernated meditation" all night before, in a vain attempt to trick myself into sleep. I guess that I've built up a tolerance to that, since I've done it for so many years.

Like right now. I'm sitting here typing, my eyes are getting heavy. But I know that when I stand up to crawl over into the bed, I'll be wide awake again. I never did get to go to the doctor the other day. I passed out in a chair watching tv. And that's another thing. I can never predict when sleep will finally hit me. It's almost like narcolepsy. I just go out. It's not like I'll just be walking along and pass out. But I'll be wide awake and moving around, not even feeling tired. But if I sit down, I'm out. And then I'm out for 7 or 8 hours. Then the cycle begins anew.

I've talked to the doctor abou this twice already. I've done all the recommendations she's given me. She doesn't understand that I've been going through this for years. I'm not trying to get drugs. I know how to con a doctor out of drugs. I just want to rest. And normally.
dextra: (Default)
Brain melting...running on base instincts. Chicken good. Soda good. Life make brain hurt.

Ok, so I went back to the jobbie-counseling-lady-type-person again. She called EAS, and they said they really liked me, but weren't going to make a decision until next week. So, onward ho. (Shut up with the obligatory ho comments, I can hear you thinking it, mortigan)

In the meantime, I've got a bajillion applications to fill out, employment websites to go to, agencies to visit, and people to call. I emailed my resume to Tanya, twice, because she said virus in her system has caused some emails to bounce around. I also sent it to Volt in Lexington, since I got a referral for them through the DES. And since I did that, I thought I might as well register with their website, so I did that, since Monster is damn near worthless anymore unless you pay for it. I'd say out of the last 15 jobs I got from Monster, 13 of them were "work online from home!" type jobs. The other two wouldn't pay me enough to travel to Louisville every day, even though I thought I'd specified my area of travel when I registered. Meh.

I need to get my taxes done next week. I have no idea if i'll get anything back, but it's worth a shot. I can get mine done with mom's tax lady, since she gives a family discount. I barely worked last year, but I think I might be able to claim the earned income credit for the kids, and I've got some forms from school about my grants and loans and stuff that are supposed to be filed. I have no idea how all that's supposed to work. That's why I'm gonna pay someone else to figure it out for me.

And now I'm going to go find something carbonated, caffinated and full of sugar.
dextra: (Default)
I feel so drained. I don't know why. Oh, yeah, I do. I didn't really sleep. I laid down, I closed my eyes, but sleep did not occur. I heard everything in the house until I gave up and rolled out of bed about 7:00 am. My mind is just too racked with worry and frustration. My car's been fixed since Friday, but I haven't been able to get someone to take me up there yet. Need car. Need car so I can get job. Need job so I can have money. Need money so I can get the fuck out of here and into my own place. Frustration on top of frustration.

It occurred to me this morning while talking to my mother that I'm way beyond too old for this shit. We were watching the Today show and Suzanne Sommers was on there talking about all the "natural" things she's done to keep herself looking so young. I told mom that sometimes I look in the mirror and think "God, I look like hell warmed over." And other times, I'll think that I don't look like I'm that close to 30. And then it really hit me. I'm almost 30. And I have nothing to show for it. Fuck.

Of course, I have my kids. I'm relatively healthy. But other than that, I got shit. I'm not happy with my life the way it is. I'm living with my parents. I don't even have a job (for the time being). And I'm lonely as all hell. However if someone would CALL ME, I would feel just a little bit better. Not that I'm worried or anything. :p
dextra: (Default)
It's 8 am and I'm all hyper on coffee cause I've been up all night. Again. And my mom just came in and showed me the ugliest little poodle. Anyway.

I've gotten on this cleaning kick lately. And anyone that's seen me on these kicks knows that I get a little insane with it. I mean, I've spent 3 days cleaning my mom's kitchen. It was DISGUSTING! Mom's idea of clean is everything just being picked up, put away, dishes washed. I mean, I've been here since October, and I don't think she's mopped the floor once. I thought about it a few times, but judging by the condition of the mop, I probably would have just made it worse. So I started with the refrigerator.

Major TMI about funky fridge )

But if you've never seen one of these sterilization frenzies of mine, they're really quite something to behold. I'll be up for about 2 or 3 days at a time, scrubbing every little thing in sight. I mean, crackheads would be amazed. Mom asked me why I was cleaning her boombox. "Because it's covered in an inch of grease and dust from being in your kitchen."

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