Maiden kicked serious ass...

Expect a full review sometime tomorrow... Gonna get some shuteye now, as I just got back home from NYC...

Being evil is so much more fun than any of the other alternatives...

Cool. We're now showing a video of Saddam's sons' corpses, including takes of a metal bar extracted from one's leg. I love it when we abandon all false pretenses of being the good guys and just bulldozer over everybody else's rights, not to mention the Geneva Convention on what can and cannot be done during wartime and immediately after.

I found a book I'd been seeking for years at an old bookstore a few towns from where I live. Cheap, too. And there are tons of good (old) books there, as well. Have to go back with more time and spend a few hours selecting old tomes.

I've devised a spell that should act as a funnel, picking up bad luck from a very wide area, and concentrating it unto a person. I need to test it out, to make sure it works properly. All I'll need is a picture of the, um, subject, plus some possession dear to that person...

Hmmm... Where'd I put that box...?

I am going to take all of next week off. Gotta go see the Maiden, on the one hand, and on the other hand, I can use the rest. On the gripping hand, now, I can also probably squeeze in a ritual magickal ceremony or two! Blessed Beast!

Blogging might be skimpy, if at all, next week, just so you all know...

Clarity. I have not felt as lucid as I do now in years...

There's a novel by Larry Niven called Protector. Its premise is that humans, when the right symbiote is available, can transform into an advanced form called a protector. Invariably, once the change is complete, a new protector's first thought is, "I've been stupid". That's how I feel right now. I wonder how long I've had the veil upon my thoughts... And I wonder why I placed it there in the first place...

I desperately need beer... Beer... Must.... have.... beer....

I stopped at a gas station on my way to work. I'd overindulged in the liquid intake and had one massive urination to take care of. There were 5 or so persons waiting in line, and I groaned in sympathy and concern for my bladder. It ain't what it used to be, as I'm no longer drinking as much beer as I used to. Before, my bladder could hold a couple of gallons or so, I guess. Anyway, I digress.

While waiting I couldn't help but overhear their conversation. They were all together, and driving to a funeral. One of the chicks would have been beautiful, if her face weren't a blast zone of acne. Which, as an old friend delighted in pointing out, was the equivalent of my saying she'd have been beautiful, had she not been so goddamn ugly. Anyway... The acne chick was arguing with her mother that no, the whole inheritance hadn't been lost, that so and so had only gotten the computer and the sofa, that the rest was up for grabs. Meanwhile, I was wondering who was going to end up getting the trailer.

Luckily for me, only two of them needed the bathroom, Mom and what looked to be acne chick's sister. Mom went first. When she came out, she loudly offered her daughter some Dunkin' Donuts napkins, because there was no toilet paper. While handing them over, she dropped some on the somewhat dirty floor, yet nonplussed proceeded to pick them up, mix them in with the rest, and finish giving them to the daughter. She kept a few in her other hand, then looked at me, asked if I needed any, cause there wasn't any toilet paper, see? Acne chick chose this moment to smile winsomely at me and comment that it must have been that black dude before us who used it all up, and then giggled.

Finally, they all left, amidst great concern that they were going to be late. I went into the bathroom, and with great relief let go of a gallon or so I'd been carrying. I immediately noticed that there was toilet paper, in one of those huge roll dispensers that seem to be designed to prevent people from stealing the roll. The trailer people had probably never seen one of these in their life, and had been utterly confused as to its purpose.

I wish I could've attended that funeral...

Well... Maybe not for an Aquelarre... LOL

Shit. We're still around an hour or so from finishing the test. There were problems with it all over, too. Hate to say it, it being close to the Witching hour, but after 2 days with no sleep, I'd be too tired right now. Even for an Aquelarre....

I have undergone a massive change in the past months. Some internal alchemical process performed a re-engineering of that which is me.

Things that I disliked, I now like, and vice versa. I find myself extremely powerful in areas where before I was weak, and some of my prior abilities have been weakened. There was a prophecy about me made long ago, which said something like this would happen. Still, as regards that prophecy, I seem to be in a halfway state, so more is required before I can accept that it has come to pass.

But if that does happen, I must then face the fact that the rest of the prophecy might also be fulfilled. The consequences of that would be earthshattering.

Maiden's right around the corner, figuritavely speaking, of course... Can't wait...

Other than that, I'll be going into NYC again this weekend. I'm doing that a lot. Fun town. Won't be there, most of the time, though, so no contest this time around. As readers of the last post are aware of, I'm on a test this weekend. I'm going into NYC because it's more convenient to the test site (1/2 an hour) than where I live (1 and a 1/2 hours).

I have a critical and complicated test going on this weekend at work. I won't be able to hobnob with my fellow mages and witches as a result, which is a shame. On the other hand, since I'll need to be working non-stop for around a 32 hour period, I'll be taking tomorrow off, and probably Monday.

The test has to be done during offhours, which is why it'll happen Saturday through Sunday.

So the Iranian wonder twins died, huh? I never did understand why they wanted to be separated. The sexual possibilities with the two of them joined just boggled my mind... Also, the fact that the BBC invariably pronounced their last name as 'Vagina' was just too cute...

One of the main purposes when I started this webpage was to keep a magickal diary. And I did keep one. Only I couldn't post it here, since the target of the working I was attempting might have read it here, and that would have had an effect on the working itself. Now, that working is finished, successfully, too.

Coming soon, in this space...

The Magickal Diary!

A co-worker had a tussle with the local wildlife yesterday. She ran into a deer, taking on significant damage to her car.

On my way to work every morning, I see no less than 10 deer carcasses. I've always wondered why people don't pick them up after they've crashed into them. Venison is delicious.

And before anyone asks why I don't just pick any one of those 10 lying on the roadside, let me make clear that I am a necromancer, not a ghoul.

I like my meat fresh.

Yesterday an acquaintance from a few years back mentioned to my mentor that she has always considered the two of us to be a sort of occult good guy/bad guy cop team. And I'm supposed to be the bad guy.

Well, yeah, I am, I know... LOL But to consider my mentor a 'good' guy is laughable on so many levels....