My First Attempt At Editing

Oh, sure, it's just Jocelyn playing and all I did was add music, but I had to start somewhere, right?

Oh, and I converted it from .mov to .avi.

I tried to upload it here, but blogger hates me.

Recovering Beauty

Please go visit the link on the left, Recovering Beauty, she's going though a bad time and could use the support.

Thanks!

Voice From the Past...

I do think about you from time to time. I wonder what you're up to, if you've found peace, of the fun we had. (A time in an Italian restaurant with a dime, a piece of silverware, a glass of water, and a trick that could never be repeated, comes to me often.)

Then I remember how you willingly hurt someone very close to me. How you saw the wrong and sided with it and have never tried to make it right.

I don't claim to be faultless, but when I think I'm wrong, I apologize; I'm sorry if I treated you poorly when you didn't deserve it, but I don't regret the letter I sent you in spite of it ending our contact. You saw it as being out of line, but never took it seriously. You must have thought that the letter you wrote in reply was excusable, that I would just let it go; you believed I would call you for a ride from the airport. I'm sure there are things that you remember I've done for which you think I could make right with an apology. I don't remember them, I wish I could clear the air for Karma's sake, I work on forgiving you, but it hasn't happened yet.

The simple answer is I won't be friends with someone I don't trust. Truth used to mean something to you but now I couldn't trust you to recognize it.

As Theanna's friend Ron says, "Everything has an expiration date."

A Full Couple of Weeks

Since last I wrote I've been promised a sofa, had my phone disconnected, been without meds, had the sofa snatched away, been promised an answer to an easy question, answer not given in time promised, wrote and sent a very direct email, received a reply telling me that my services as a friend were no longer needed, (this in place of answering the easy question) ran out of food, got my meds, forfeited my things in Berkeley storage unit, (writing, albums signed Douglas Adams, Graham Chapman, Terry Prachett, Michael Palin, Neil Gaiman, and rest of book collection, posters, pictures, buttons, sewing machine, vacuum, rug steam clearer - essentially everything I've gotten in my 22 years on the west coast,) all with a level of stress just below the shrieking line.

So, how's your new year going?

It's a Very Special Day

Happy birthday Mr. Foley. I wish I could see you at San Francisco Sketchfest but I'm on the wrong coast.

Acting on behalf of The Queen, I grant you an amazing birthday and a fab-u-lous year.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't The Queen, but I'm sure it was a queen.

................................................................Happy Ne

I was reading last night as I waited for the new year, got interested in what I was reading, and when I looked up again, it was 12:15.

I missed the new year by fifteen minutes; if my calculations are correct (and since they're mine and deal with numbers, how could they be) I'm going to be at least 15 minutes behind everyone else for this whole year.

Consider this your warning.