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Mar. 1st, 2009 @ 04:44 pm The Madness of Furp
There are several accountings on how to make slurm. I have observed the following so far.

Slurm RecipeCollapse )

The following took place at our after gathering-gathering, where we recreated some of this volitile tasty stuff. I logged on #furry on anthrochat (One of Furp's online hangout's) and rambled the following.

Behold its powerCollapse )
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Feb. 20th, 2009 @ 04:20 pm Tonight
I am going to be playing TF2. I will be a medic. I will be drinking scotch. Tonight I declare there cannot be too many medics.

You can find me on steam by searching for riowens@vt.edu. I am old school steam before userids existed. I will probably be on the TFP/FA servers.
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Jan. 10th, 2009 @ 01:30 am Meh
I feel like I'm crawling up slow moving land slide. I may feel like I'm moving upwards from all the struggling, but then to realize I've only slowed the descent.

Here's a more detailed explanation of how my moods generally work.

My mood is swinging up and down fairly regularly, but so very rapidly (I think?). At work, for almost all hours of the day I am incredibly energetic, happy, excited, hyper, then it slows down towards the end of the day, so I start to get sluggish. Then by the time I get home through the traffic slog I'm depressed as hell.
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Jan. 6th, 2009 @ 05:54 pm ...
Well, I've been trying to schedule an appointment with my doctors for a month and a half now. It keeps being said 'they're not on the schedule' (They're professors at a local university as well, they do work at the clinic as charity or something). Well, they're still not on the schedule, not even for this month...even though it's this month now. I'm out of ALL of my prescriptions, I've repeated asked them to renew, they haven't. I really don't know what to do at this point, I haven't found a replacement doctor yet.
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Jan. 4th, 2009 @ 02:41 am Medical Issues==Depression?
This is TMI and it involves trans stuff, so I'm putting it behind a cut.

It is a possible explanation for my emotional issues thoughCollapse )
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Nov. 27th, 2008 @ 08:22 pm Thanksgiving
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
Was hollow. Everyone was depressed, quiet, not much laughter, everything tasted bland. I miss Mom, we all missed Mom. It's never going to be the same anymore. We sat down, tried to pray, but we all cried even my uncle who's a Methodist minister just burst into tears in the middle of his prepared prayer. No one spoke for a long while after that, I really don't know how it's going to be later, it's only going to get worse as the holidays progress. Mom was the center of all of our holiday events, she organized it all, she was the glue. We all love and care for each other, but the strongest link has passed on.

More thoughts:

Part of what makes it worse, is that it is so awkward. I've spoken of my personal reasons in a prior post, but mom...mom made a lot of choices in the end, and the family split. My brothers and I supported our father, because we saw mom slowly get crazier, we believed her to be dillusional...the rest of the family? They believed mom, or at least, believed that they should believe mom so she could be happy.

It's this big hidden untalked about bomb sitting in the middle of every gathering, and no one's opinions have really changed. I've asked probing questions, to see if anything could be fixed, or brought together, but I'm pretty sure all that would happen would be a metric ton of hurt feelings, shouting and perhaps even more fracturing.
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Nov. 10th, 2008 @ 09:28 pm Marryin Jaqls :D
Something I've been on pins and needles about for ages! We can't legally get married, but I felt the need to do SOMETHING. An actual ceremony would be ever so much trouble and...awkward, so...instead...ARTZ!

Art was by Kacey Miyagami if you didn't recognize the style. It is impossible to describe how pleased I am with the way this came out, she got everyone perfectly :D

Some notes, Tersi (She's the one on the left) is a space navy officer, something totally made up, so the rank intentionally doesn't make sense or match up with anything in the US military :) Darkso, our mutual friend, is in the back doing the ceremony. Rheoryn is of course on the right there.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 @ 10:18 pm My luck roll for this month is now officially a 1
So right now my checking account reads as somewhere around negative *insert five digit figure* here. Why? Well, I made a large deposit, and in the way things work with very large checks, they're supposed to credit your account, then put that amount on hold.

They only did that second part.

So, until they fix it, their system is going to continue bitchslapping me with gigantic fees until they manage to figure out who flipped the wrong switch and/or pushed the wrong button.

I am going to get a new bank, probably a credit union, as soon as fucking possible. This is absolutely retarded.

I can dispute, and win, all these charges. Conveniently however I can only call during business hours to get the department that does such things. Conveniently the hold time will be ridiculous, and keep me from getting any work done.
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Feb. 4th, 2008 @ 05:53 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: crying
Cindy Lou Torres-Owens

Rest in peace mom...
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Jun. 28th, 2007 @ 05:36 am Family
Current Mood: not good
It continues to crumble in horrible wails of agony.

Apparently my dad tried to rally just about everyone to petition a local mental health group to take mom in, in some sort of intervention.

It...didn't go well. See, she's not suicidal, so really they couldn't do anything, but mom found out he was planning this. So now all of her protests of 'everyone out to get her' are more or less true, which means she's shoving everyone away even faster.

She's also hellbent on wedging her new guy into my life too, despite me being 3000 miles away. Apparently she's told him 'everything' about me, and he's perfectly fine with my lifestyle and that it would be wonderful if I would visit them or talk to him on the phone. Seriously...what...the...fuck. Is it normal for your fifty year old mom to want you talk to her three-week boyfriend as if he was some sort of new father figure?

Ontop of this her CA125 counts are through the roof. She maintains that she's feeling great and alive but cancer is starting to spread out through her body at a scary rate.

My youngest brother, who was always closest to mom, is so shocked and stunned by this his grades have been falling apart. So, he's thought about joining the military and dropping out of college.

Oh yea, ontop of all this? That interview is in a few hours...lovely...just wonderful. I'm a fucking mental carwreck and I have that on my shoulders to deal with in the middle of it. Wonderful
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Sitting Pretty