Just for Fun

Desert Island Discs:
You have the foresight to know that you will soon soon be stranded on a deserted island. Which 10 Cds will you bring with you? The rules are: No Greatest Hits albums, No Compilations: GO!
My picks: (in no particular order)
Mazzy Star- So Tonight that I Might See
Indigo Girls- Indigo Girls
Radiohead- The Bends
David Sylvian- Secrets from the Beehive
Lloyd Cole- Rattlesnakes
Cowboy Junkies- Trinity Session
AC/DC- Back in Black
Pearl Jam- 10
David Bowie- Ziggy Stardust
Jimi Hendrix- Axis, Bold as Love
I know,it's damn hard, I've already thouht of 10 others I CANNOT LIVE without! And of course I reserve the right to update my list in May. Or perhaps it will be June.... :)

"Nic" names

The nickname topic seems popular among the lady bloggers, so here's my story:
Needed a production company name for my first year of the Rogue Festival. came up with a combination of two of my nicknames. Jade Ed was a character I played long ago and far away at CSUFresno in a production called "See Heresy." (Subtitled a punk rock funeral.) Other characters were named Dinah Cancer and ... oh hell, can't remember, but I bet Tanjora's Lydia would. Anyway, bout the only thing I remember is that the entire cast wore black and leather. Jade Ed wore a particularly revealing bustier with a large faux tattoo bat flying out of the cleavage. :) And Jade Ed pulled a switchblade on the pastor. Jade Ed was a bad girl. So different from the innocent actress portaying her. The name followed me to KFSR were I jocked mostly vinyl for 3 years. At one point in the record store were I worked, we all had Ed names on our badges. Educated Ed, Frustrate Ed, Twitterpate Ed, Interest Ed, and when Jason took a spill on his motorcycle... Dislocate Ed.
Second part of the name was easy. Close friends (read; those who have carried a trillion boxes up and down stairs) started calling me Gypsy after bout my tenth move in 9 years. It's been 17 years now, and yep- 16 moves and counting.
Other names of Nic of note include: "Ducky" in high school, it's a "Pretty in Pink" thing; and by my once, but no longer best friend "Schmacky La La." Don't laugh, we called her "Pootie Lou Lou." Ok, laugh if ya want to.

Intuition or Insanity?

How does one determine which voices in the head are negative, defeating self-talk to be overcome and which are are intuition's warnings to be heeded?

Shookie and the Snails

The roomies and I are blessed with a large backyard. It has a nice little pond and lot's of lovely plants. However, we quite recently discovered that the plants were being munched on by gigantic colonies of not so lovely slugs with mobile homes attached to their backsides. Discussion ensued as to how best rid ourselves of these unwelcome guests. All decided that snail bait was not an option due to the furry friends we share our home with. Wouldn't want the dogs or kitties getting into that. Or, heaven forbid, the squirrels, as I've heard that can be quite harmful to the Karma.
So, Shookie walked round the yard with the mop bucket. Investigating under every leaf and bit of wood, depositing the little beasts as she went along. Soon the bucket was unbeleivably full. Next dilemma was, of course, what to do with them now. Discussed purging them with corn meal and cooking with butter and garlic. This idea was too labor intensive for Shook, and too distasteful for me. None of us fancied excecution. Final decision? Snail relocation project- Phase One.
Took the bucket of slimeys out to the divider (lovely grassy strip with trees which seperates the east bound from west bound traffic on our street) and dumped it.
Later that day, all seemed well. A large percentage of the legless wonders had climbed up and attached themselves to the lamp post. It was kind of attractive, very post-post modern artsy. Caught the neighbors on several occasions looking up at them with confused smiles on their faces. All was well.
Until day Two- the crazy little buggers apparantly have some sort of homing device or our nastertiums were calling them back to partake of their edible orange flowers. Anyway, bout half of them decided to cross the road back home. It was truly dreadful. There crushed carcasses still litter the asphault. I must say though, when the sun shines just right on the slime trails, it's breath taking! And the streetwise other half of the colony are doin' great.

How the bloody hell does this thing work anyway? I'm longing for parchment and a quill as this may be too much technology for me to handle. Oh- and may I have a horse too please? The Mercury hates me.