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Because I had such a ridiculous first date with the ex-Master Sargeant last night, some of the details of which can be found on FB, I will instead bring out a blast from the past for your enjoyment.

For lo, upon this 16th day of September, the keeper of the records scoured the Internet and touched by My Divine and Sluggy Will, discovered an archived version of the holiest of texts, squirrelled away in the darkest corner of cached pages out there.  And verily she did seize upon the CTRL+A function to selecteth all and copieth to WORD and as the text did appear in all its horrible formatting uponeth the screen, I did speak to her and instruct her to send this message to my Disciples scattered so far and near:   OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH AND OF THE X-FILETH FANDOM COMMUNITY?  DOETH THOU NOT REMEMBEREST THINE JEBUSLUG?  BEHOLD!!  I HAVE TRANSCENDED FROM THE DEPTHS OF FORMER GEOCITIES TO COME FORTH UPON THE BLOGASPHERE!  REJOICE AND PAY ME HEED! 

A reading from the holy text: 

And on the third episode of season eight, the blessed Jebuslug came into being... 

 And He was pulled from the back of a hitchhiker's spine, and inserted into a new host. And Agent Scully wept and her wailing rent the desert air, for she was mightily afraid. But the Cultists tried to soothe her, telling her to have great joy, for soon she would be one with our blessed Jebuslug. Still, she struggled, tied to the bed as our Lord made his holy way up her vertebrae.

And then, on the second day, a man named John Doggett came into the desert, and LO! He pulled the blessed Jebuslug from Agent Scully's spine and shot Him. And the Jebuslug died in ignominy, covered in grime from the floor of the Bus. 

But then, on the next Sunday, a miracle occurred! The Jebuslug, left for crow fodder in the desert, rose again in glory and now sits on high so that HE might bring order His righteous judgment on the characters of Agents Scully and Doggett and those who write them.

And Chris Carter was sore afraid.

( The Book of RoadRunners and Songs of Worship for Our Sluggy Lord. )

Sing these songs of worship for the gospel is about to come in post of the number TWENTY NINE.

The Butter Jesus--it is no more. 

http://news.cincinnati.com/article/20100615/NEWS01/306150004/Jesus-destroyed-by-act-of-God

I'm just sayin'.

Please, God--let "Dollhouse" be good.

Amen.

George Bush has just left the building. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UPDATE: Dick Cheney looked exactly like Mr. Potter from "It's a Wonderful Life." Apparently, the weight of all the evil he's taking with him from Washington finally crushed his spine.

Seriously--I cannot wait for the Daily Show's take on that one.

--to wish all of you a very happy holidays. I am very grateful you are all in my life.

Happy winter holiday of choice to you and yours from me and mine.

Jo for sure. Amy always bothered me--lots of airs and she burned Jo's book, for heaven sake.

But I was always a Jo/Laurie 'shipper, anyway.

Happy birthday, darling dashenka. Love, love and more love. We got you a president. We hope you like him.

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In other news, I have come to a decision. I would like to share it publicly as I have thought about it a great deal and it is the kind of decision that I expect to apply to noone but myself. But it is a decision I feel needs to be articulated, one that should be shared.

( It's pretty basic and it's simply this: )

I am completely overwhelmed right now.

::breathes::

Good morning.

I was looking over the past few posts and realized that I've been hugely absent (sorry about the adverb, Punk) from this community for a while. Part of it was the allure of Facebook--it's been fun and many of you are there as well. Still, there's something about a written record that posting pictures, sending pokes and karma requests just doesn't quite satisfy.

Ohio has been a strange experience, a place filled with personal dichotomies. I've gained so much even as I lost some very important components of my life. My horizons have broadened as I am more secure as an artist than I have ever been in my life even as my focus has narrowed in dedication to a career in finance. There's much which I love about this place, especially the beauty of the land and the ability to see the stars in my own backyard, yet an equal amount which gives me great concern, re: the business culture, the effects in both economy and culture brought about by Ohio being in a recession since the 1970's. I have found love here both personally and professionally and lost some of it.

But not all.

The last nine months have been a stripping process--losing what I didn't need anymore and ending up in the end with myself. I feel--distilled. I said to my mother the other day, "I think I had a mid-life crisis." It makes sense. I was turning 40 and I went to live the dream, to become the person I believed was my best incarnation again, to recreate a time which is still a shining moment in my life. A woman I have absolutely no respect for whatsoever once told me that I couldn't bring back the way the outdoor drama was. It had changed over the years, didn't run that way anymore. I didn't know it then but not only was she right about the drama, but that statement was true for my whole life. You can't go back again and if you do, it will not be the same. It will be what it is. You have to meet your life day by day in its current incarnation and accept yourself and your reality as it is now, even as you cherish the past and work for a better future.

There have been some hard spots--really tough. The worst was and continues to be there is no use trying to be part of a something that doesn't really want you as a member. This has been perhaps the most powerful lesson of all and if I had to condense the lessons I have learned since leaving Chicago, this would be the core as it has manifested in many different ways. I still have to make my peace daily with this. Most days, I'm good. Still, there is always an underlying sadness, like the phantom pain felt for a limb no longer there.

The good news is today and every day now, I'm doin' all right. I feel cleaner. There is so much good in my life and I see it clearly. I'm a better parent, more connected with my son than ever. I know who my real friends and family are and my connection with them is strong and true. There are new people in my life--people who are at the same stage of life as I am--who have good advice, similar experience, and value my opinion and input as much as I value theirs. I'm a grownup now. It feels right. I'm at peace by myself and with others. I'm more cautious, perhaps a little more closed than I was before. I think that last is the real reason I've been absent from LJ--I've needed to go through this out of the public eye.

The thing is, I love you all dearly and there are many times the desire to post has been great. I'm hoping to be around more--to do more reaching out and less looking in. I'm good. It's tme to come back.

I hope all of you are well. I'm looking forward to getting caught up with all of your lives.