New Blog Project

Well I just started a new blog, it is a bit of a new porject that was rolling around in my head and I thought it would be fun, so I will see where it goes, but it is a dabbaling in one of my varrious intrest, and it will focus upon the disucssion of histocal accounts of Vampirism, Weverwolve, Witchcraft, and any other strangeness I so decide I wish to speak of, as well as a discussion of mythical bestas, I am debating yet if I want to add in a section for cyptology and mondern mystery creatures, I will see where things go, but overall it is going to be dark and gothic. Perfect for this time of year.

I shall also like to start to include discussuons of the above themes as they appear in liature and perhaps in the movies or even music, and I might add a section for strange art and photos. We shall see, but for now, if you are so inclined you can have a look here:

http://ladyofspiders.wordpress.com/

and as always this link will be kept in my links secotion.

11:35 PM - 9/20/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

To Blog or not to Blog

Yes I a am contemplating starting up another new blog, of course it would be in addition to this one, and I may use a different host site for it since I already have multiple blogs on JH. But I do not know yet. I have this idea that has been playing around in my head of something that I may have an intrest in doing, and I thought of just adding it on to this Blog, but I think I rather desgin a blog just for its purpose. Though I am also suppose to be getting a new blog anyone via a friend's website, that he is currently working on updating, and when the update is complete I will have my own blog on there, though I was planning on using that blog primairly for writing, so I thought of maybe just combining the two ideas and using it both for writing and this new thing, but I do not know, I am still contemplating the creation of a whole new blog.

Anyway the new blog, supposing I create it, will be focused upon dark gothic themes, and the unusual and unatural, primairly I want to discuss such things as vamprisim and acutal histocial cases of so called "real vampires" Such as the true Count Dracula, and Werewolves, Witchcraft, and other strange, usnual and mysterious myths, lore, legends and so forth.

Also considerding have a section dedicated to discussing these themes as they appear in leature, and perhaps in the movies as well, both old and new.

8:14 PM - 9/20/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

The Star

The Star

4:32 PM - 9/20/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Baby safe

Well I was just flipping through the channels when I came acorss this story on the news, about this new device for babies, it is this sort of seat thing that is meant to help babies sit up for the first time, and well it is suppose to be convinent because then parents can sit thier babies up with them wheveer they are, and it is suppose to be good for feedings, and etc... and well the chair has no acutal restraints, of buckles and fasnters but the way it is desiigned it is suppose to keep babies in but of course they can still get out if they try, and on the box it says that it is good for any level of surface, and perfect for next to pools, and so forht, but then on the back of the chair itself there is this tiny warning label that says do not use on raised levels, and appernetly some family who did not see the warning on the chair and just went by the box, and so thier kid fell off a table using the chair.

And well my thing is this, I do not care what kind of device you are using, if you have your child, particuarly a child that young in any place that could be poetentailly dangerous then you should be there watching them. You do not just put a kid on the top of a table, or beside a pool or anywhere else and then just leave them un watched, no matter how great orsecure the chair they are in is suppose to be, casue you never really know just what might happen.

And if you let your kid fall off a kitchen table no matter what pretecnes you were led to belive, it is still your own responsablity and your own damn fault. A manufacture or a store cannot be held repsoneable for bad parenting.

12:57 AM - 9/20/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Martha Stewart

Right after the show I watch (ok I admit it, it is a Soap Opera) what can I say one of my guilty pleasures, the Martha Stewart show comes on, and so I always see like the opening for it, before I change the channel, as the horror of it transfixed me for a couple of secounds before I regain my senses and fend off the brain washing power and save my soul.

But the fact that I beleive she made a pact with the devil aside, the thing I wanted to talk about today, was the fact, that as her show had just begun and she was talking about some award she won, it was like the Franklin awared or something of that sort because the aware was this statue of Benjieam Franklin, and it was for Leadership and Communication I think she said or something to that effect, and it was recent because she said for 2007.

And I just could not beleive it, though I never really liked her at all, reguardless if you like her or not. I just do not see how you can give a convcited ciriminal an award for leadership, who tried to lie her way out of it the entire time. I mean yeah people can make mistakes and change thier life around and such, but it is different when you are already a mulitimillionare like she was, and have every oppertunity in the world and just becasue you want more for yourself you try and cheat the stalk market and then when you get caught you do not even admit to it, but try and find a way to weasil out of it.

I just do not see how anyone could reaward her with anything.

9:22 PM - 9/19/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Reading List-Update

Here is a list of books I am currently reading. I will keep it updated as I finnish books and start new books.

The Pillars of the Earth

Confidance Game

Aztec

The Viking

IT

Wizards First Rule

People of the Fire

Worlds Enough and Time

The Shadow Rising

The Birth of the Venus

3:15 PM - 9/19/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Who We Are

Who We Are

A pulse

internal drum beat

within the song

old whispers

for stories told

of our ancestors

Can you hear? Can you hear?

the red river flows

buried inside

lays the ancient blood line

Close your eyes

and look inside

you may see

the spirits dancing

just before they

slip out of sight

A thumb print

pressed into the soul

will become a part

of the spiral web

where fate weaves its wills.

12:18 AM - 9/18/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

A Farewell

To fellow Wheel of Time fans, sometime ago, I beleive I had posted the news I just heard about him being ill with some rare disease, but as of Yesturday he has died. This comes from a Blog of his:

It is with great sadness that I tell you that the Dragon is gone. RJ left us today at 2:45 PM. He fought a valiant fight against this most horrid disease. In the end, he left peacefully and in no pain. In the years he had fought this, he taught me much about living and about facing death. He never waivered in his faith, nor questioned our God’s timing. I could not possibly be more proud of anyone. I am eternally grateful for the time that I had with him on this earth and look forward to our reunion, though as I told him this afternoon, not yet. I love you bubba.

Our beloved Harriet was at his side through the entire fight and to the end. The last words from his mouth were to tell her that he loved her.

Thank each and everyone of you for your prayers and support through this ordeal. He knew you were there. Harriet reminded him today that she was very proud of the many lives he had touched through his work. We’ve all felt the love that you’ve been sending my brother/cousin. Please keep it coming as our Harriet could use the support.

Jason will be posting funeral arrangements.

My sincerest thanks.

Peace and Light be with each of you,

Wilson
Brother/Cousin
4th of 3

8:13 PM - 9/17/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Verse 16

Cynthia pushed open the grotesquely gaudy and overly ornate doors that led into the aptly named The Devil’s Den, for it was a pure house of sin. Where one could feed upon their lusts all for a price. Though Cynthia held little interest in such she was here for one purpose. The sound of her boots was muffled against the exquisite Persian rug under her feet. The lobby was cast in a dim soft light from candle lamps upon the walls, and the smell of incense lingered in the air, tantalizing, like the remnants of a seductresses perfume long after she had left the room. Large soft pillows of every size and color made from silt, satin, and velvet were propped along the floor, where there was no other seating. The lobby was designed to resemble a Sultan’s palace, complete with hookah pipes.

She ignored the half naked drugged up and seated bodies that lounged about indulging themselves senselessly. She had a crisp determined stride, as the silken white material of her pant suit billowed softly with her movements, accentuating her assets as it clung against her skin. She was a severe woman and kept her head pointed forward and her eyes fixed head of her. One could easily imagine that a glance of her clear bright eyes of blue would be sharp enough to cut through diamond. She had sharp hard features; one might call her handsome woman, and perhaps if she had worked at it, if she had not set herself up like stone she could actually be quite attractive. Her cheek bones were strong and carved high, giving her face an angular look and she kept those angles as sharp as daggers. Her yellow hair was pulled back tight against her head.

One of her strong large bond pale white hands would come to push against the door in the back. She did not bother knocking; she was in no mind or mood for such formalities or courtesies as she would stride into the room letting the door fall closed behind her.

Dante as he preferred to call himself lifted his head and looked to the new arrival from behind the desk where he was seated. When his gray blue eyes fell upon her, he was quick to come to his feet and that Devil’s smile of toxic charm sprang upon his lips. He was dressed like the Sultan himself. In a long sweeping coat of purple velvet, a frilled lace shirt of crimson and black leather pants which were tucked into his snake skin boots. His chestnut hair was combed back and tied in a tail. "Well my dear it has been a long time. How good to see you again."

" I did not come so we can catch up on old times and have a tea party, cut the crap, I need to see Aseneth, where is he?" Cynthia’s tone was cold and biting as it cracked like a whip through the air. Her hands pressed firmly against the desk in front of her as she kept her gaze fixed upon him. She remained unmoved by his ways and was not so easily persuaded.

Dante’s smile was quick to melt though a dangerous look cut through his gaze. He would remain unflinching at her tone, but his voice lost its honey, while anger began to brew from beneath. "Have you forgotten so quickly what I have done for you? What I have sacrificed and what would have become of you were it not for me?"

Cynthia seemed board and uninterested in his thread as her gaze lingered around his office. Her eyes dancing over the walls, it was like a dragon’s lair, decored in old treasures collected over the years. Her fingers traced over the wood upon the desk before her as she kept her voice flat but her eyes would fix back to his own and held him mercilessly in her gaze. "My dear brother," she said, sardonically, "it is not that I have forgotten, but that I remember only too clearly. Aseneth? Where is he now?"

Dante would return her humor as a smile that did not touch his eyes, living him looking cold and deadly would turn up the corners of his lips. "Occupied" Was all he would say in response to her demands.

Cynthia leaned a bit closer over the desk so her eyes were just before his, and scant space remained between their face as the muscles in her own were pulled taut with tension, but her rage was a cold one that came in the form of ice not fire. "Well then I suggest you make him unoccupied."

Dante drew back angrily as he would reach down and curled his fingers around the receiver of a rather unimaginative red phone. Pressing one of the keys he waited a moment before he would speak. "You will never in a million years guess who is in my office right now asking about you." He would say before just dropping the phone back down into place a smile plastered upon his face. "If he desires to see you then I suppose he will unoccupy himself."

Cynthia knew she could expect no better then that and it would serve no purpose to continue to argue, as she was about to turn and leave she jolted to a stop suddenly as the cold hard fingers closed around her wrist and she turned to look back to her brother. "Have you forgotten the expression, never bite the hand that feeds you? Well my dear, someday the tables just might turn around on you, and you will come crawling back to me looking for a handout. But next time, I just might be inclined to leave you in the gutter to do your begging sister."

She pulled away from him. Her voice hard as stone, "You always were a clique, everything about you rings of an unoriginal hack." With that she would slip out the door and vanished from his side while her footsteps would resound off the marble stairs that let up into the private rooms.

7:42 PM - 9/17/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Name that tune

Ok who wants to try and help me guess the lryics of a song based on extrmely vauge lyrics? There is this song I have heard a couple of times, and it is a somewhat older song, but I never caught what it was called or who it was by but i kind of like the song, and for some reason the only thing that sticks out in my mind is there is this one line in the song that says.

"There was a genie in a bottle"

and it was a woman signing the song, I know that much.

When I try to google it all I get is this stupid Christina Augilaira song called Genie in a Bottle which I know is not the one I want.

So if that rings any bells to anyone by any chance, or even if you just have a wild guess, any help would be appraicted on this.

6:56 PM - 9/16/2007 - comments {4} - post comment

Shoot 'Em Up

I just got back from seeing Shoot 'Em Up, and it was violent, crass, curde, filled with really bad one liners, and completely ridiculous scenes, and virtually no plot, and I throughly enjoyed it. It was really just a silly, fast action and fun film. Not the sort of the thing for everyone but I loved it. If you like action, unique ways to try and shoot people, and carrots (you have to see the movie to get that one) then you will have a good time watching this movie.

There was also something of a vintage feel to the movie, though of course any old movie would not really be that graphic, but it is hard to explain there was just something about it that had a sort of old schoolesque feel to me, which is something that I enjoy.

If you liked Sin City, then I do reccomend Shoot 'Em Up, which I acutally enjoyed better then Sin City, though it did not have the same graphic art as Sin City did, it did have a simallar theme and genre to it.

10:25 PM - 9/15/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

4:15 PM - 9/15/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Quote of the Week

I love this quote and just had to throw in a little Milton

For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible--John Milton  

11:37 PM - 9/14/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Dog Shows

Every now and then I like to watch the Eukenumba Dog show that is aired upon the animal planet, mostly becasue I like to see the different types of breeds of dogs, or see old faveorite breeds of mine, though I do not nesscialy alltogehter agree with some of the ehtics behind dog showing, that is a different subject.

There is one thing about the dog shows that that always irritates me when I watch, and I do not know how many of you are famillar with dog shows or how they work so I will do my past to explain, but basicaly, first all the contestnts if you will are led out and inespected and such, and then from those, a group of semi-finailst is choosen, and those dogs go once more arond the ring, and then the judge will pick out the finalsts. And when the judge his picking the finalsts, for who will win 1st 2nd and 3rd, as the judge is picking them the announcers almost alwyas say "Now this is not the offical order in which they will win"

But every single time, the very first dog the judge chooses for the finailst ends up winning first place, and the secound dog choosen gets 2nd place and so on.

1:27 AM - 9/14/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Palpable

5:55 PM - 9/13/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Desiccating

5:53 PM - 9/13/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Arroyo

5:49 PM - 9/13/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

The Gatekeeper

Little Hannah's eyes would flick open, as she lay where she had been thrown within the patch of horrid grewsome vines, though rather instead of decending upon her to tear away at her flesh and enjoy thier given feash, those grosteque vines drawn away pulling back hissing and slashing at the air around them in thier loathing, yet never moving closer, and leaving her without a scratch so she would be left just within a little clearing.

She knew not how much time had passed, but there was none to be waste, were she not already too late, and quickly to her feet she would come. She began to walk forward, and with every step she took, the horrid vines drew away as if replled and quickly then closed in after her. Untill she would find herself stanidng upon the voidsome road once more. She did not know just how far the Shadowkin had traversed to this time, but she knew they would move swift and fast and she hefself hardly had time to waste in traveling by any conventional means.

Hannah would be greeted by her little mechancial spidery friends as they clamored around her feet clicking as they moved thier mettalic spindly legs, quite happy to see her again and unschated, she would smile down to them before with a wave of her hand, they all began to revert back to thier former selves. Pulling in thier legs, and turning into little spheres, untill they would reform in the shape of those brightly colored juaggaling balls. And she would kneel down picking each up one by one.

Once she had all of them recovered in her hands, she would toss one up and then the next as she would set the spinning through the air, faster and faster they would being to rise and descned and rise again one tumblaing just behind the other, bouncing ever so lightly off the palm of her skilled hands, and as they continued to spin round and round, the air would start to shift, as if it was being pulled in upon itself, in the fomulation of a vortex. As if the very fabric was being torn right open. And through this whole that was formed, an archway would begin to manifest itself and rise up from the ground to twoer over her, with its dark portal waiting, though not inviting. She would smile to herelf and caught each ball one by one to drop them just within her satchel, and she would take a step forwrd and crossed the threshold to be swallowed up by the darkness inside, as the gateway would close in on itself. And Hannah was left falling down and down through nothingness, where she could feel not her downward descent, nor have any concept, of timpe, space and direction.

When at last her journey through the void would be done and she was spit out the other end of the portal, she would not as one might exepct, simply fall to the ground, but rather nothing would happen at all, she would meerely find herself standing just where she wanted to be within the circus itself. As her eyes swept around, it was left desereted without a trace insight. She knew they most have known what was comming, but that they had not yet arrived, and she only had scant time left. Hannah would once more dump all her remaining balls upon the ground, and as she did so they restored themselves once more to transform into those metaalic archnids, and she nodded her head, and watched as they began to take off acorss the ground, she knew they would track thier one missing companion whom she had sent away with the keys, and so behind them she would follow swiftly, for the Seekers were the only hope and most not be destroyed.

10:52 PM - 9/12/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

What does your writing say about you?

The car is a bad place for me, because whenever I am riding in the car, is when my mind decides to wander and will travel the many caverns and twists and turns that make up my mind, untill envetually it will fall upon a subject that it chooses to ponder over and anylize. Sometimes I think I am part philosopher, though it seems rather trival things which catch my attention and which I decide to delve into, but so not to stray too far from the topic, I have today began to think about writing. Not creative writing but sort of off the cuff informal if you will writing, ultiamately blog writing. The kind of writing which typicaly is unplanned in which a person just sits down and spouts off about something on thier mind, like I do here on a near day to day basis.

The thing I have come to find intresting about this form of writing, is the way in which you can notice how everyone develops thier own signiture writing style, there are certain themes, tones, emotions, etc.. that course through everything they write, sort of like a fingerprint. And I cannot help but to wonder, just what these undercurrnets really say about a person. I think it is bits of a personsl subconcioius comming out, and I think it does reveal about a persons personlaity, just how they write.

For example, I have noticed about my own writing, there is always certain bluntness in the way I write, and there is usually always a saracastic undertone, in which I like to inccoperate a bit of my own brand of humur into the topcis I am disucssing, as well I tend to be very straight forward in how I write, I like to get right to the point at hand. But I also think there is a certain gaurdeness to the way in which I write, I don't really put my soul into what I write, I will give my true thoughts and feelings into it, but there is something I like to keep for myself, that I like to keep private and not lay out there for everyone to see.

There are people who say that they can anylyze a person and tell about a person by the way they dot thier I's and cross thier T's quite litteraly as I am sure most are famillar with the concept of anyalyzing handwriting based on the way the letters are formed, but personally I think you can really tell a lot about a person in the tone in which they right and the common undercurrnts that can be found throughought thier writing.

5:36 PM - 9/12/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Sea Witch

Sea Witch

Her eyes looked into mine

from across the distant sea

eyes that flickered like candle light

into a mist of hazel.

Held enraptured

blood organ attributed to love

stops for half a beat.

Air caught within the throat

my pulse thumped within the

vein.

Entangled in the woven spell

I thought I saw her smile

or was it just a play in light.

Through the winds I would travel

if I could cross the oceans

to come close to you.

IN my dreams I know you call me

I heard the melody echo in my ears

so you taunt me like the fog and

shadows.

Never is close enough

each step in your direction

only draws you farther from me.

You are my illusion

conjured from smoke and mirrors

but still my love manifested

real.

A self-curse placed upon myself

I try to close my eyes against it, but

you are already ingrained within

my mind.

Counting the beats of my soul

until I may lay eyes upon you again

hear your voice inside my bones

to know that I will never have possession

of you, but still you are always

a part of me.

11:42 PM - 9/11/2007 - comments {0} - post comment