Ok, Ozzfest has officially pissed me off now. They have officially announced that there will be no Georgia date because they lost money last year. Well, if they did, I can say it’s because the day was ill-scheduled, the venue probably charged them for all the water they had to hand out because the weather was crappy and too many people were passing out. I can honestly say that was the result of crappy organizational skills on the part of the venue. The second stage was in a dirt parking lot under direct sun with no shade, whatsoever. The mist tent was by the entrance, on the other side of the venue, from the second stage, and the Paramedics/EMT’s had to work overtime because of the number of people passing out.

So, should this not change, anyone interesting in hosting a Freak for Ozzfest? These are the locations I’d need a host at:

San Francisco, July 29th
Raleigh, Aug. 31st

Otherwise, I’m gonna head home to visit the ‘rents for the Dallas date.

Ok, here’s the movie review

Any bets on how long it will take before this incident becomes an “omen”?

Honestly, I feel for the family, but for some strange reason (maybe my cynical side on the intelligence of the average human) the first thing through my mind was, This is going to become one of those “proofs that Mel Gibson is the anti-christ for making this movie” or proof that God wanted this movie to be made” things. I can see it now, “This movie is so good your heart will explode because of the awesome power of God’s voice speaking through the scripture!”

May the soul of Peggy Scott Law pass through the veil unhindered and at peace, and welcomed by those who passed before her.

There was an odd quiet about the land, in the shrouded darkness. A peace that was very rare in these parts. Noises muffled against the soundproofing blanket of SNOW!!!!!!

Yeah, I’m a northern girl. I miss the years I was able to run out on the quad of ISU at midnight on the first snow. I was the first one to make snow angels and place my footprints across the untouched blanket. It was wonderful.

That is all.

Ok, I find this amusing….

In a case regarding discrimination of a state, towards a divinity student, by taking away scholarship money. Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas said this, “Let there be no doubt: This case is about discrimination against a religious minority.” Full Article

Now, my day has been interesting:

Me: “Customer service to rope please?”
FR(Flight risk): Where?
Me: Rope.
FR: What?
Me: That stuff you tie people to the ceiling with.
FR: Oh, I thought you said foam.
Me: By the neck!
FR: Heh, I’m in boots.
WB: Oh my god!
Me: You just got that?

Apparently, the following happened yesterday in the shoe stockroom:
WB: What are you doing?
FR: Reorganizing the signs to people can find the shoes.
WB: So you can find the shoes, or other people can find the shoes.
FR: So I can understand it, and everyone else can understand it.
WB: You’re going to make it understandable right?
FR: Don’t worry, I’ll write it in layman’s.
WB: Who’s layman?

Now, I call the new girl flight risk, because she’s pretty flighty. She’s managed to stab herself with almost every knife, knock her head against the rafters in the stockroom repeatedly (in the same 5 min time span), and every other avoidable accident possible. WB makes fun of her and always calls her stupid and “such an idiot” and every other abuse possible. SL and I think she’s smart, but doesn’t trust herself, and as a result, displays herself as an airhead. Needless to say, she does make work more amusing and tolerable.

Ya know, it’s fun to read what people say in their lj’s about e-list rants. Especially when you can figure out who they’re quietly referring to.

On another note….

After finally finishing my read of Mary Beith’s Healing Threads, I’ve finally got a grip on the massage oils I want to create. There was a section that had some correspondences of herbs and woods that were used for different things (e.g. sciatica) and body parts (e.g. feet). So, I went to my amazon list and sent for a couple more books to add to my research. In short, I’m going to work on creating oils to use on specific parts and for specific muscular issues, utilizing correspondences from various celtic sources. Hence the serious research. I’m also going to have to work on what delivery I wish to use, pulps, sap, essences, saturation soaks, etc. Thankfully, I have a couple of clients who are willing to help out on this route. I’m sure I’ll be looking for more at some point.

At a different thread: I have two scrying mirrors now, and I have no clue how to use them. I plan on asking my local elder, but anyone have sources to point me towards?

I must say, Crossfire, today, was hilarious. I found Tucker Carlson, my fav right winger, calling Bush’s immmigration policy what it is, amnesty. Then watched James Carville, my fav democratic commedian, roll with Falwell. That was hilarious, especially when former S.F mayor Brown tried to explain the difference between allowing gay marriage and allowing polygamy (he was arguing for the love aspect, but then claimed the “too many kids/too much pressure on welfare system” bullshit. I loved it. Especially the fact that I think Carville would have knocked Falwell a good one had they been in the same room. I wish I had been there, especially on the “Well, the Bible condones slavery too, but I don’t see that happening here anymore.” Fun, Fun, Fun.

This is so cool. I was perusing Witchvox, and found a pagan group that replaced the one I started in college. I’m so happy to see that they’ve been able to keep it going for so long. Of course, Sacred Earth probably wouldn’t have folded the way it had if I had gotten rid of the original president when I should have. It also didn’t help that the two people who had kept it going graduated the same year (a year and a half after starting it). But I’m still happy that someone saw the same need and had the same vision for it, that my cohort and I had, and it’s just as wonderful to see that it has been more prosperous than we had been.

Ok, pet peeve here. Lactose Intolerance. Contrary to public opinion (thanks to those damned drug commercials), lactose intolerance won’t hinder one’s ability to eat cheese. Why? Because cheese has the same enzyme those handy-dandy pills have in them, Lactase. If you’re having trouble with cheese, it’s because of something else. So quit self diagnosing! The process to make cheese also produces that enzyme to digest lactose. So yes, milk and some ice creams will cause problems, runny cheese might, american and chedder won’t.

Ok, my day was….um, interesting. My Scotsman showed up during my lunch break, and it went downhill from there. While he was back cleaning up an area, I got the joys of being the secondary focus of a political fight between two veterans with opposing views of the Shrublet. One, obviously has justified frustration with the recent changes to veterans benefits, which are for the worst. So he decides to launch into this thing about fakes, and questions me,
DS: “You must get a bunch of fakes in here?”
ME: “Fakes?”
DS: “Yeah, those guys who like to pretend they were in the military.”
ME: “No, I just get stupid people, military and non-military.”
DS: “You must think I’m stupid then.”
ME: “Until you say something stupid to me, I tend not to pass that judgement.”

He heads outside, guy he was yelling at follows, after paying me for his decals. The second guy leaves a decal he didn’t want on my register, so I head over to put it back. A guy I had helped earlier, makes a comment about no one saying anything about Clinton dodging the draft, and I reply, “I’d rather have a draft-dodger who succeeded on his own, than one that got his daddy to buy his way out.” Apparently, that comment pissed this customer off, who promptly went back to where my Scotsman and SL were to complain. He came back up and commented that my Scotsman stated that I really can’t stand the Shrublet, I say I never hid that fact. So, I’m left wondering where that came from, and after another 30 minutes of political discussion, I call my Scotsman up to find out. He says the guy took my comment to mean I don’t support our troops (which is utter bullshit). Apparently, my Scotsman did the explaining and when he came up later, I was talking with a border patrol agent who grew up under Ann Richards and the Shrublet, as well. We were discussing the merits of the Immigration policy (which is the same one he espoused in Texas) and the wonderous leaps and bounds that Texan education made under the yearly TAAS testing. Of course, that brought about the, “Oh, you’re Texan. That explains it.” comment from this guy. Well, that doesn’t explain it, as I left Texas within the two years after the Shrublet took office. There are many reasons I don’t like this guy. One of them is the education issue. In leaving no child behind, he left behind children in poor school districts, children of active military personnel who’s previous tax credit to the local school systems is now non-existant and must be raised through alternative funding (thankfully, some money is starting to turn up – and i mean only “some”). Signing the Patriot Act into law, nominating Lord Ashcroft for Fed. Prosecutor, being so gung ho he couldn’t give more time, but now wants the time he failed to give anyone else, etc. etc.

Now, with that being said, I’m finding myself not too thrilled with the voting alternatives. I really don’t like Kerry, either and the grandstanding is pathetic. Hell, if I wanted to listen to a prepped pep rally speech, I’d watch wrestling. At least they know how to act. So yeah, I’m falling into the same voter apathy I had back in the 2000 elections. Anyway…..

After that whole shindig finally ended, I’m cooling my heels, rubbing the temples because brain was fried in trying to do my job and continually prodded about this stuff. So what happens? The conspiracy theorist shows up, asking me if Johnson would have been elected, had the voters known he had JFK killed. Oh yeah, and he was spreading the word. Thankfully, he lost interest in me and wandered off on some other tangent about aliens ruling the government, anal probes, and other mutterings that made SL, and all the other customers start snickering softly. I think he forgot his aluminium hat to keep the radio waves from reading his thoughts.

Thankfully, after the mind-numbing day, I was happy to retreat to the cranial world of the TC borderpagans group. Where I could multi-task on my solitaire games and contribute to a wonderfully diverse discussion on sacred sexuality. It was nice and grounding.