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Ok, this post may make people think me snobbish, but I'm sorry, he's asking for it. Tips to Help Grasp Convoluted 'West Wing' Dialogue. If you require a help guide to understand a television show, you shouldn't watch it. Turn on something more along your alley and IQ level like the Anna Nicole Show or something. Gods! I mean, we're talking about a show that actually deals with things above and beyond arguments over not having enough sex between married couples who have kids (and somehow tons of money to spare and are always beautiful) that fill the tv schedule. It's a look inside the workings of the US Government - or at least, an idealistic version therein - and Mr. Horiuchi is annoyed with it being too fast-paced and wordy for him?

ARG. And this is a person who writes for a living. Gods, someone give me his job. I assure you I won't write about writing that comes in over my head.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 9/25/2002 06:53:08 PM ~ ~

Two news links my friend Rand sent me:
Paper of Plastic takes on a whole new meaning - plastic money!

90 year old first time home owner - with a 30 year loan.

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Let's see...yesterday I had to run some errands (like go to the bank and get them to remove the hold they put on a check deposited Friday which even the teller couldn't explain why it was there, and go pay off my Love's car loan) and went with Jef afterwards to the Pagan bookstore just down the road. We spent a bunch of time there because he got all to talking with the storekeeper about incense and tarot cards and stuff. Meanwhile, I went looking through the room in the back (which has some jewerly and clothing and such) and to my surprise discovered there was someone else back there. Now I had been to this store a number of times but I had never noticed anyone else there. This time I did.

Now, just to back up a bit for those wondering what the hell I'm talking about, I'm a medium. Born this way. Hated it and was afraid of it pretty much my whole life. It meant I saw/heard/felt things that no one else did and it creeped me out. Now about a year or so ago I met a friend of Jef's who also had the same gift. So does her daughter. And I ended up talking to my mom about it and she does too - just something she never got to accepting herself either. Well, lately I've been trying to make an effort not to be scared by it and to try to understand it and accept it better.

Which brings us back to the store. It's in this old house in the old Historic part of the town. My old responce would have been to catch the spirit out of the corner of my eye and hurridly run out of the room and pretend I didn't see it. But yesterday, I did the opposite. I turned around and went back into the room and peeked my head into the room behind that where I saw something in the first place. Turns out it was a cute little girl, blond, ringlet curly hair, in a dress. She was very playful but didn't speak to me at all, just sorta giggled and darted off. This was actually very cool for me because I wasn't scared. In fact, I couldn't help but smile at her michevious little-kid attitude.

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Anyway, for those who haven't noticed, I added a new portion of another website here on giveneyestosee.com. It's called a . wish . for . wings . that . work and got booted off it's last location after the previous host wanted to charge money to host it. It's not the complete site that it was, but the main parts are there and available right now.

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And, in case someone did not realize, I'm having a DAMNED hard time with my email right now. I can receive, but I can not send anything out. Nothing. At all. Seems there's some issue with the dial-up isp letting me access my smtp server that I can't figure out. Arg. For the moment if you email me and you've not heard anything back, it's not because I didn't get it or didn't want to reply, it's just that I can't reply at the moment. (which is very frustrating!)

Alright, well that's it for now. TTFN. :)

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 9/24/2002 03:04:10 PM ~ ~

New Migraine Medication Study
In recent years that search has included epilepsy drugs — after scientists discovered that migraines are not caused by the abnormal blood vessels once blamed but by a unique electrical disorder of brain cells.

Somewhat like epilepsy patient do, migraine sufferers have abnormally excitable brain nerve cells that, when triggered, fire across important pain centers to awaken nerve pain and inflame blood vessels.

Several migraine experts have described a process known as sensitization, during which pain starts in the nerves on the outside of the brain. If the pain is not stopped right away, the effect moves to nerves that normally do not perceive pain.

Non-painful stimuli are perceived as painful by the patient, who may say things like "my hair hurts." This strange sensation is called cutaneous allodynia.

Triptan drugs used to treat migraines can prevent this from happening, but cannot reverse it once it starts. Beta-blockers, narcotics and ergot derivatives, each with a different mechanism of action, are also used to treat migraine.
Read the rest here

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 9/23/2002 11:49:49 AM ~ ~

Happy Autumn everyone

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 9/23/2002 01:38:44 AM ~ ~

Thought for the day (part of a ramble on my forum): Magick is an Art that doesn't so much override and dismiss science, but rather, fill in the blanks and hold it together.

Rather uneventful weekend. Nothing much to write about. Had a migraine from hell the other night and neck's been hurting REALLY bad ever since. Ugh.Sucks. It's kept me borderline migraine all weekend. Like I can feel it looming juuuust waiting to strike. Blah.

Kush is sitting here on the floor right next to my chair looking at me being so damned cute. How does he do it? How does he manage to be so damned cute 24/7? *smiles* The other night it was SO adorable. I was laying on the couch, leaning into my Love. Kush was laying on my lap with his head resting on my Love's hand It was so damned adorable I wanted to cry. He's never far away from either of us nowadays and always on the couch, bed, or one of our laps. It's nice. I try not to think about a time when he won't be there, but it's hard. Somedays I just start crying for no specific reason - more like just because it sneaks up on me and reminds me again that this is fleeting. It's hard.

Anyway...not much to say so I'll just close here. TTFN.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 9/23/2002 01:10:37 AM ~ ~