Reprinted from crazyitperson

Reprinted from crazyitperson's LJ, because it is just TOO funny:

"Meowww. Meowwwwww. Meowwwwwwwwww."

Maintenance men came into my home to tell me that I have a cat stuck in a wall. I said "Well, I haven't heard anything" and the annoying pitiful kitty meowing starts.

It turns out that a cat from the third floor of the apartment complex has fallen into the second floor above my room and now he's stuck in the workings. So they tore a hole into my ceiling and are currently feeding the kitten above cocktail weenies to get him out. The cat sounds like he's been abused and lonely and like Oliver Twist.

This is basically the situation:

Cat: Mrowwww. Merroooww. Merooowwworrroowww.
Maintenance Man 1: Come here, chingaso, get the fucking wiener!
Cat: Merrooww. Meoowwww. Meeoooowwwwwwrrewww.
Maintenance Man 2: Look, baby! Dancing weenie! Come eat the dancing weenie!
Cat: Meeoorrrroww. Mowwww. Meowww.
Maintenance Man 1: Fucking cats! Look, dummy, it's food!
Cat: Meowwww. Mrrrrowww. Meoowoowww.
Maintenance Man 2: Meeowww! Meeeee! Mroooo!

So I've got two guys in my apartment standing on my bed raining plaster like no tomorrow on my bedsheets. One is meowing to the cat while the other one is shouting curse words at it while waving weenies on toothpicks.

If I were the cat, I wouldn't want to come out too.

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2 am and still kicking around

Still awake (not surprising after all that sleep I got), but I really should go to bed. Maybe I'll read a bit more of Stewart Farrar's What Witches Do and then try to fall asleep.

I think I have a game plan for tomorrow, as opposed to drifting pointlessly through the day. There's a closet in the living room where George and I stuffed quite a few boxes that haven't really been unpacked yet. Perhaps I'll move the TV set so I can open it up and at least look through what's in there.

Well, it's better than nothing, and maybe I'll even get something constructive accomplished.

Coffee, and "What Witches Do"

Up! Coffee! Is good! Especially in pretty lime-green Starbucks mug eastpath gave me! Rahhhrrrrr!

Now -- unpack closet? Or flat new Star Wars pages Doug put up to FTP? *grunts, scratches head*

[/caveman mode]

Decisions, decisions...

Oh, and last night I ended up finishing What Witches Do, by Stewart Farrar. A strange book indeed... it is a fascinating glimpse inside the workings of an Alexandrian coven from the POV of a first-year Wiccan, and an even more intriguing look at Alex Sanders, the founder of the Alexandrian Tradition and as charming and confounding a rogue as you're ever likely to meet. The book also acquainted me more with the ritual use of the scourge, as well as different techniques for cord magic, the use of various invoking/devoking pentagrams for specific elements, and the celebration of the Sabbats. Since the Black Ring line contains elements of Alexandrian practice, all this information is very useful.

Some educational links on Alexandrian Wicca and Sanders himself:

http://www.cog.org/wicca/trads/alex.htm
http://www.meta-religion.com/Spiritualism/Wicca/alexandrian_wicca.htm
http://www.pagans.org/wicca/branches/branches.html

I found the chapters on "Worlds of the Elements" and the Cabalistic Tree of Life particularly interesting (the latter in part because it applies to the way Neo and Smith are honored in the fictional Temple practices of the "Degrees of Separation" roleplaying universe). All in all, What Witches Do is a book I'd highly recommend -- but only in the Third Edition, where a preface adds additional material and clears up some errors in the original text.

One closet down...

There. The living room closet has been excavated, dug through, and repacked. I found several kinds of incense that I'd forgotten I possessed (including juniper leaves and berries and some lovely Egyptian Goddess blend, made with red wine), and a couple of different sets of divination cards -- but no Rider-Waite or Po-Mo tarot decks. *insert cursing here* Well, it looks like the kitchen pantry is next to be delved into, since there are several boxes jammed into the back and up on the top shelves that haven't seen the light of day since we moved over a year ago.

On my walk this afternoon (yes! I actually made myself get out! much rejoicing!) I was able to obtain a good largish box from the local Foodfare to replace a couple of boxes that had been broken in the closet. The good news: it's nice and sturdy. The somewhat "ehhh" news: it has traces of blood spatter on it in places, because it came from the meat department. Oh, well -- it's not as if we're going to be eating off it, and the spatter was well and truly dried. I'm not about to look that particular gift horse in the mouth. ;-)

I also found a boatload of old artwork of mine -- some of the last "fine" artwork (as opposed to commercial work) I ever did, from 1996 or thereabouts. I was amazed to discover how good it was. Maybe I'll scan some in and post them behind a cut.

As well, I discovered some potential stuff for eBay auctions, including a Star Trek/Xmen Crossover Event giveaway from Marvel Comics -- two limited edition Blockbuster Video Giftcards featuring art from the crossover (Captain Kirk and Wolverine... hee!) which were given away at the 1996 San Diego International Comic-Con and were each worth, at the time, up to $4. That is DEFINITELY something I'll have to scan in, because it is almost too strange to believe -- and who knows, someone might actually want it as a collectible. There were 10,000 given out at the con (the ones I have are 9,162 and 9,163), but I'd be very surprised if many of them survived to the present day.

( ETA: I scanned them! And here they are. )