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azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
* You do not do a smol summon to all the trickster gods you can dig up sigils for simultaneously and go "HAAAYYYY I'M A SEEKER" for similar reasons to why you do not post publicly to facebook, twitter, and 4chan simultaneously going "HAAAYYYY PARTY AT MY PLACE HERE'S THE ADDRESS" while @-ing a few choice contacts. That is how you get more infosec d00ds than you know what to do with on your lawn and hacking your launderizer; similarly, you don't necessarily want a certain redhead and a certain fan of well-targeted fruit to take up camp in your pineal gland without that you thought things through very, very carefully beforehand.

* I can, in fact, still use coffee as a divination aid.

* Does anyone know a deity or two who might be associated with shit sandwiches and/or lemonade? No, seriously. The deity who is your boon companion when you go "Well, this is certainly a shit sandwich that I have here!" and/or also the entity for "Welp, these are some lemons; I guess it's time to find a big pot and some sugar." Asking for a friend.

* Tumblr is great for creating new mythology. However, anything that tumblr says are true historical fax, double-check that with other sources.

* 90s web design is not an immediate disqualification for a pagan informational website. Presence of information which can be easily debunked via actually qualified historical sources, however...

* Libraries are a thing.

* Divination can be super helpful at some things, but when you're doing it for yourself, you're going to get a lot of internal noise from what you're wanting to happen. Thus, divination is a reasonable way to explore what you personally in fact actually want...

* For fuck's sake, do not get a tattoo on your actual body honoring Bacchus without thinking things through super carefully.


or, in other words...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Why_Don%27t_We_Get_Drunk
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/deadkennedys/toodrunktofuck.html
azurelunatic: (Queer as a) $3 bill in pink/purple/blue rainbow.  (queer as a three dollar bill)
Regarding the hissstorical fic, chapter 1: I have up through note 16 fixed. Glee!


A particularly bad example of social-networking spelling conventions. Much hilarity. Who also inspired the following groaner, taken out of context, from the-Sith: "If the antisocial UNIX geek talks to people via pine and ircii instead of in person, is she hiding in her shell?"


The common term for the quantifiable broadly agreed-upon factors of life is "consensus reality", right?
So the opposite of that is "non-con."
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
There was some question of my sanity early Sunday morning. The roommate therefore is polling my sanity. I cannot vouch for how sane other people think I am.

I was supposed to have gone to work today to get together with Snarky Lady. She was going to touch base with me on the damn database project. The end is in sight, I think. However, Grandma Cinderella told me that unfortunately she was out sick. So I poked a little bit more at what I could do, then submitted my timesheet and left. (I was about at the regular work week length of time already; there was overtime authorized for phone goons so we could get away with coming in extra too.)

On my way out, one of the random co-workers (the guy with the Hawaiian shirts who got that abused kid on the survey and we called in the Guru to retrieve the phone number because in his utter state of shock he'd neglected to write it down) asked me if Snarky Lady was going to be in. I told him she was out. He asked me if I could contact her to tell her that $DUDE had been shot in the stomach three times and was at $HOSPITAL, because he knew that she was kindly disposed toward the guy. (Yikes!)

I wound up at AZ Mills mall, given that Darkside was out with some friends when I called before work this afternoon. I wandered around, talked to Dawn, talked to [livejournal.com profile] amberfox (that was on headset while en route, and featured things like the badly-placed stoppage to traffic from some random cop), and wound up poking through both music and rocks. I now have my OK Go fix, and Vash now has a supplemental string of undyed howlite looped around the rearview mirror, and a full elemental-color set of different semiprecious stones stowed in the bin.

I still had time to waste before picking up the roommate. Darkside wasn't back yet. Fry's Electronics had just closed. I got dinner, then washed up at Target. I went in desiring to obtain a PS/2 keyboard for the Bigass Old Gateway and its ilk, and to blow an hour or so before heading over to the airport on the surface streets with the window down and the stereo cranked.

I came out with, well... Technology. )

I'd likely get a debugger error, incidentally. I realized after I was done that I had left something out from the example I'd been copying. It's been on my mental list of "things I want" in the "and a pony" category, but then I noticed that a) they're no longer pony-priced, and b) this upcoming month is one of the odd-months-out for insurance.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Stealing computers! Twice!

Farewell, Steve.

OMFG cool: USB rechargeable batteries! Like, AAs.

[livejournal.com profile] cadhla loses her crickets. The inevitable Craigslist link has already been made, and the combination drove me to tears of laughter. (Because I am tipsy.)

The Register's Data Recovery Disasters, various modes of bad hardware failure, most amusing.

Sweet. (I want a U3 one, though.)

Exploding toad fertilizer!




I plan to take Thalia with me to work again Thursday, to see if Turbo's in and can get me back my backup. (Much ♥ for Turbo.) All this working during the actual week may leave me with some real free time on the weekend!

The keyboard is now in the living room. Floorspace is good for something!

It is almost the season of perpetually open doors and/or windows. We have no windows, except for the balcony door. However, the section of vent that chills the redhead's bed unnecessarily has been shut off and furthermore spiritually diffused with the stained-glass iris. (Closest thing to a dreamcatcher that was readily available.)

I have told the redhead to hit me if my shields fail drastically to the point where she cannot get me out.
azurelunatic: Quill writing the partly obscured initials 'AJL' on a paper. (quill)
Group was hot tonight. Even the non-smut was excellent demonstrations of love in action, which was the general idea. It ranged from sweet to torrid to quite explicit indeed! The brownies were a huge hit. [livejournal.com profile] samurai_ko keeps the secret recipe to herself; if I want to duplicate them, I'm going to have to experiment. I discussed the properties of the fudge that resulted in The Late (tardy, not dead) Mr. Potter having a close encounter with the hospital. (He thought he could have a whole piece. He thought wrong.)

I am never ever ever ever going to read that piece around Darkside. OMG no.

One of the things I sometimes have to do is act out the blocking to see if it makes sense. If I'm stuck for "what happens next", I get in character and act out the blocking. This can result in me playing more than one character at the same time. In situations like this, though, it results in me leaning back in my chair, tilting my head to one side, and gasping sort of like the fish out of water, because Mike is nibbling on the protagonist's neck, and I doubt that they are actually going to make it out of their clothing, like, at all.

I plan to outline Circle of Fire before November. This also means actually getting motion, rather than just bright ideas, on the hissstorical fic. Which means a half-hour in the morning on it, or something.

Brownies were totally the win. I brought soy milk, it being better-travelable than regular, and better for the tender digestion of lactards than regular. Mmmm, brownies.

After hours brought out the tarot cards and assorted shiny rocks. I realized that I'd missed a call from Dawn, and left a message back. I called V, and shared hugs & love all 'round. I told her the crazy saga of our new lady and her vile ex-roommate. It's the sort of stuff they make movies out of, yo.

There was happy intensive magicgeeking. Yay for magicgeeking!
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Read and finished: Death Note 3.
Failed at: hanging out with People Outside the Apartment, plasma.
Started: Death Note 4, laundry

Discovered the exact date of my "wedding" when going through old random stuff. This pretty much guarantees that the notebook in question will never be completely chucked, though I might take scans and do LJ backdated stuff. Rather crucial, some of that.

I am plotting to create a batch of Perpetual Hair Goop, which may involve assorted instances of hair gel consolidation. For the record, "Stiff It!" in the purple 4000 hold formulation smells like the days at UAF, and makes some small part of me yearn for hair short enough to be spiked again. But I do love my long hair, so that's not happening now... My current hairgel was what happened when I dumped green glitter I knew I'd never use into blue-green gel I knew I'd never use, and topped that off with glycerin when it was getting low. The results were surprisingly fun, and I use it more regularly than I would use other stuff! Now I have dumped some of the Stiff It into the mix, as well as multicolored glitter. The gel will keep evolving as I cut down on the number of random cosmetics I have lying around.

Laundry is done. Hooray laundry! I've been off and on the computer all evening because of laundry and reading and random little bits of cleaning. I'm to be waking up early-early to take the redhead into work. It works out all right for both of us when I do that, because it's not a dreadful inconvenience to me on my days off, it's far less expensive for the household (one gallon of gasoline at my car's mileage vs. a Super Shuttle ride -- not cheaper than the bus at these gas prices) and it makes everyone happy.

Allegra is acting up. Might just be that it's an old installation of '98. Mentioned the machine's history to Shawn, who I was able to totally geek out to about the topic. He's fanboy enough to Totally Get It, though he might not share my enthusiasm for the author in question.

My text message posts to LJ lately have not been working. Post by e-mail has been working, and text message to my own e-mail, so there is something b0rked somewhere, and it's possibly not on my end.

It's a nice, quiet, peaceful evening at home. Darkside will be busy tomorrow. I have that pink candle lit; I've been doing some more candles lately. TMI ) Bond's been quiet. Peaceful. There's little actual need of it going way active, though I'm still not to be taking off my medallion.
azurelunatic: Abstract blobby colors, captioned "Thesis thesis DRUNK" (thesis thesis drunk)
I think it's been a Naomi night. First Dagger got to team up with Naomi and set the spammer dead to rights. Professional phrasing and venom: Dagger. Research and indignation: Naomi.

Then Naomi got to play with the words with the person with the tag problem. Such fun! She's really getting better with her words! (Read: she's gaining advanced access to the group language library.) She still doesn't have a good time with words when it's just her and things are going all weird and funky and there are too many things to be done, and talking seems like a bad idea, but at least those are now the exception rather than the norm.

In other news of the funky and bizarre, there is scent coming in the window that hits my "This is what Darkside and his clothes smell like" alert. By the Sekrit Language of Scent Omens, that means that he's thinking about me. (Why do I have the Pink-Haired Old Lady's voice narrating my words in my head? Oh, I know. Because I'm tired. [My story's not the norm.])
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
La la la. Tax returns are so much fun to prepare. *sigh* I underestimated my amount to withhold from the state tax last year. I underestimated it again this year, despite the fact that I'd increased it to what I thought would be definitely enough. This vexes me.

[livejournal.com profile] cadhla wrote another Martin's Passage story. Warning: I got the sniffles. OK, I sort of broke out wailing at about three different points, but I've been over-tired and so forth, so YMMV.

Ran into the Scary-Christian Neighbor (the one who ticked off Naomi with that tract) in the laundry room. Ran into [livejournal.com profile] digitalambience in the laundry room.

This turned out to be a good thing; there was a general catch-up and geek session of a good 45 minutes. The Air Cannon became involved. Adam had visions of a Great Honking Tube and a latex membrane, for great justice and more air moved. He has a workplace that has recently banned nerfgun wars. (He's working two jobs.) I related my technical position in my current workplace; he had an Amusing Idea, one involving a screensaver that has led to sackings.

The other dude eventually invited me to show for his church's sunrise service. I declined gracefully.

I had an Encounter in the restroom at work with the Tiny Shrill Obnoxious Woman. We don't see eye to eye on religion. Now that I'm a supervisor, that puts us on an even footing in the matter of religious debate: previously, she had created a hostile work environment to the point where I didn't want to live in the same universe with her, but now I can ignore her well-intentioned ill-informed relentless shrill bluster with impunity.

She is dreadfully concerned that witchcraft leaves me at risk for demonic possession. I do not think that there is a good way to articulate to a not particularly bright subordinate that in fact your particular holy charge involves the straightening the fuck out of those of your colleagues who have invoked something bigger than their heads. Besides, even though I started trying to say something, Mrs. Motormouth was not listening.

It shows?

Feb. 10th, 2006 07:36 pm
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
In [livejournal.com profile] elorie's discussion "Dammit, Jim, I'm a witch, not Mr. Fixit," I observed:

My approach to teaching, or needing to teach, is generally "Stop them before they make it necessary for me or someone else to seriously pick up after them ... AGAIN!" Sometimes it's Not My Call, so I have to let it by gently.

The immediate response: Yes, but you really are the EMT, you know?

My first thought: You mean it shows?

Heh. So I am. So indeed I am. And evidently I need to recognize this, because the bulk of my advanced sage advice is aimed at, surprise, someone else in what was aptly labeled the "EMT" school of magicgeeking. The bulk of my experience is located there. If someone not in the EMT calling is in need of a teacher, even desperately in need, it's still not a thing I can do full-time. If it comes to a point where they're in need of an EMT, I will step in, but otherwise I point at the library and the internet and put up a flag for anyone available who does take on students.

A lot of active magic is the inward path of self-discovery and enlightenment. I work on that personally, but I don't really consider that part of it at all suitable to talk about in public. That falls heavily into Religion, which I see as somewhat separate from what I could call Wizardry. And regardless of what religion someone is, if they're spitting sparks and broadcasting broadband angst, that's my department to get all that seen to. So it's my duty to be able to translate "ground and center and shield" into all sorts of different phrasings, because it ultimately doesn't matter the metaphor as long as they can understand it and things get done.

But. It shows that much?
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
The magical equivalent of picking up flaming steel wool instead of a battery is Not Fun. If you should ever do this, take the advice I gave to someone who did this, and ask a friendly local aloe plant if you may please have some of its energy to put on your scoured and burnt channels.

There is such a thing as an esoteric tech support hotline, though it's rarely formalized and is normally done via the Good Ol' Pagans' Network rather than through a business or anything like that.


Tier 1a is that random person who looks like they know something about magic. There's usually one in every workplace, or in every neighborhood. They may not be a big wheel in the pagan or magical community, but people identify them as probably knowing something about magic, and if Weird Shit goes down that normal stuff doesn't work on, this is the person you contact. This can be face-to-face or online, of course.

Tier 1b is sort of like Tier 1a, except the people needing magical tech support will refer you to other people needing same. "Oh, haunted house? Ask Miss Lunatic. Yeah, can't miss her, she's the one in the black; she helped with that spooky thing that was going on."

Tier 2 is when randoms from the magical/pagan community show up for magical tech support, including Tier 1 people.

Tier 3 provides support for all below tiers and its own members.


Having something published in the field usually means at least Tier 2. Those who are given a vocation to go seek out problems to fix them are not really designed to fit in this model.
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
The problem with pretty much any book of philosophy is that unless it was extremely well-researched, and had a team of people looking at it from all sides, there are blind spots. It's the sort of blind spot that leads to dangerous untruths, mistaken assumptions, and things that the author thought were of-course that got glossed over. [Edit for clarification: this is only a hazard to people basing actual real-life magical training off the books, in the same way that one can learn to ground & center along with Talia the Herald.]

The dangerous thing I realized from the Young Wizards books was this: "Wizardry does not live in an unwilling heart."

It makes it sound as if wizardry simply evaporated when the heart or mind was no longer willing to bear the concept of wizardry, leaving, at worst, a nameless sorrow at the bottom of the soul, of the sort that Nita would have had if she'd ditched out her obligation to the Song of the Twelve in Deep Wizardry.

And that's how it may be in the Young Wizards universe. It's an author's privilege to write things as they should be in the universe, not as they are.

The books do cover what happens when a wizard is touched by the Lone Power and goes bad or mad. And that's as so. But in the real world where things aren't so tidy, there's a vast area between believing in the wizardry enough to do things with it and disbelieving in it enough and painlessly enough that it simply disappears as if it had almost never been there. Times it happens that the power, and the potential, are there, but the heart is so vastly unwilling or twisted that actual proper wizardry is nigh unto impossible. When inadvertent wizardry slips out around the cracks, the heart grows less willing to see it, for wizardry is impossible, after all. If an active wizard on errantry comes by and attempts to shake things loose, the results can be worse than Nita facing her Seniors telling her it was all RP, ah, wasn't it fun, little girl? Now go grow up... Much worse. Much, much worse.

And make no mistake, the wizardry will attempt to out. And it doesn't just come as bidden after taking the Oath. Sometimes it's born in. Sometimes it's woken far before any Oath. Sometimes it takes even a half-joking Oath as true and comes on full after the Oath is forgotten in childhood. Who could dream that the fantasy tales you played with your sister as a child could have repercussions in the Real World after you supposedly grew out of them? But no matter how it decided to arrive, it's there, and it's leaking around the blocks and baffles set up in the unwilling heart to prevent accidental magic. And every now and then, accidental magic happens, sometimes with personally or psychologically disasterous results.

In a [livejournal.com profile] makinglight thread a good long time ago, a thread started with two dreadfully clue-negative would-be Darwin competitors horsing around with makeshift lightsabres composed of flaming gasoline in fragile glass tubes, someone gave a well-thought "proof" that magic does not exist: namely, if magic did exist, there would be all sorts of people trying really damn stupid spells, and the results could not be disguised as any sort of mundane injury.

I had to laugh. I'm the sort of practitioner of magic who makes it my sworn duty to help mop up after and prevent beforehand just that sort of problem. Mercedes Lackey makes it very clear that Guardians-as-she-writes-them are a fictional entity, made up out of equal parts chivalry, fiction, and decent pagan-grouping research. On the other hand, it's a very useful and tidy way of phrasing something that's equal parts job description and Calling. On the gripping hand, even if she hadn't written about them, something of the like still would have invented themselves. Organization? One might as well herd cats, or computer geeks, or pagans. Call it coalition. Like attracts like, and can be persuaded to stay in loose contact every now and then. Hierarchy? 1337-spiffy magic-users? Competent and self-selecting in networking purposes, rather. And people who get dangerously riled up at the thought of being ZOMG EXCLUDED from any sort of group that may or may not exist that they want to be in are the sort of people who anything calling itself Guardian ought to be guarding against.

Magic as it exists is far more psychological and intangible than fantasy-based magic. Gods and demons work through the physical world, in the little corners left to them by chaos and psychology. That accident-prone drama magnet may well be victim of a self-inflicted Stupid Magic User moment, much like those Darwin competitors were left with nasty burns. It's a lot harder for the competent mage to hand out violation tickets on the highway of Darwin-Potential Magic when the Darwin-Potential Mage firmly believes that magic does not exist. At least you can whap would-be flaming gasoline-in-glass lightsabre duelists over the head with a goddamn physics textbook and arrest them for Doing Really Stupid Shit. It's a lot harder to call an end to the insanity when the person who just magically caused all manner of panic and disorder with a nasty emotional vortex and a 5-point blow to the love lives of all the people within a shout's range is flatly denying that they just did this and that the magic to do it at all, much less sense it, exists.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Cleaning out the browser and the inbox.

[livejournal.com profile] rimrunner, here: "The fans were installed without incident. However, they haven't quite gotten the covering grille back in place, despite banging on it for several minutes with what appeared to be a length of copper trim. Important lesson: when the right tool is not available, use the wrongest tool possible."

[livejournal.com profile] mamadeb recommends iSilo as a reader for getting stories from websites onto one's palmtop.





Last night's round of dreams included one where someone was asking me to ask the Divine for the answer to a problem. That's the sort of stuff I do. I closed my eyes, went for access, saw the white light, and had just enough time to think "Oh, shit!" before I passed out with a sharp buzz like a power surge in my head, and came to thinking "--Not again!" some unspecified time later.
azurelunatic: Abstract.  (bondmates)
(Reformatted & cropped slightly for comprehensibility)
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: Element. Four [valence] electrons. Who am I?
[livejournal.com profile] sithjawa: Dude, you could be silicon
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: *snork*
[livejournal.com profile] sithjawa: Or carbon, tin, lead, or... germanium. Whatever that is.
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: I am a germanium geranium! Ooo, lead. Toxic!
[livejournal.com profile] sithjawa: Hmm, if you were germanium, you'd be for semiconductors, it says. You would also keep your luster at room temperature.
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: oo. Hmm. Maybe I am a transistor?
[livejournal.com profile] sithjawa: Maybe.
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: (the well water from home had arsenic in it.) Therefore, germanium doped with arsenic! Transistor!
[livejournal.com profile] sithjawa: Yup. Can you be used for amplification and voltage stabilization?
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: Yes.
[livejournal.com profile] sithjawa: Well then, there you have it.

Bonds

Feb. 13th, 2005 02:08 pm
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Called Darkside last night, and we had fun chatting.
I'm amazed how much he starts telling me about stuff
in his life when he starts talking. It wouldn't be
horribly much for anyone else, but for him, he who
never talks about himself, it's amazing.

I like the idea that he talks to me. I really do. That
means he trusts me. And really, if I have his trust
and affection, what more do I need? Some things took
me too long to figure out, though my undermind was
almost there all along. I knew I was fine with things
as they are after one of the Mr. Shallow incidents,
but it took me a while to get my words wrapped around
why I was fine with things.

Love, to me, is the artistic combination of affection
and trust, and occasionally lust. Add in loyalty, and
you have it. Hooray, love.

I told him about a lot of the
functioning-of-Loony-brain updates that he'd missed.
How, most days, the fragmentation's barely notable
now, and that's barely notable to the internal
monitor. Among co-workers, among strangers, I pass as
a singleton. I told him about the history, briefly,
the root causes and how the thing that made everything
go haywire was treated.

Slowly but surely.

The Mr. Shallow thing, and so forth. )
azurelunatic: Raven looking at the golden apple.  (shiny)
When I put my headspace into clergy mode, I'm damn near unshockable. If I'm come to as clergy, with confession, or need of ministry, I slip into somewhere above neutral and become somewhat other than myself. [livejournal.com profile] metaphorge posted a quote about the universe from Albert Einstein, and I was moved to speak.

I wound up with a better description of the headspace than I've ever had before: pitiless compassion. Mike would call it "grokking", I think. To understand so well that you cannot help to both hate and love and all the other range of emotions it's possible to feel for another human being.

Pitiless compassion. I like the sound of that.

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