morriganscrow

RELEASE THE DRAGONFLY!

2008-10-21T12:53:28Z

CALL TO ACTION!!

2008-09-23T16:38:25Z

Went here http://gehayi.livejournal.com/ to my mutual friend's journal, the tough, witty and altogether excellent gehayi, and am now UP IN ARMS FOR GREAT JUSTICE!

If any of you, my friends, can help, then go for it.

More info here: http://trinora.livejournal.com/315306.html?view=980650#t980650

AAARRRGGGHHH!! TEH CUTE! TEH CUTE!!

2008-09-05T19:12:15Z

If I didn't before, now I definitely has diabeetus!!

CROW IS COMPLEX AND FOR THE WIN!

2008-09-02T19:10:39Z

I got the following LULZfest from zoe_i_am, and ran my name through it. All the answers are TRUE! I swear!

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Crow!

Bananas don't grow on trees - they grow on Crow!
The pharoahs of ancient Egypt wore garments made with thin threads of beaten Crow.
Fish travel in schools, but whales travel in Crow!
The fingerprints of Crow are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene.
Human beings are the only animals that copulate while facing Crow!
Half a cup of Crow contains only seventeen calories.
68 percent of all UFO sightings are by Crow.
Scientists believe that Crow began billions of years ago as an enormous ball of dust and gas.
During the reign of Peter the Great, any Russian nobleman who chose to wear Crow had to pay a special Crow tax.
On stone temples in southern India, there are more than 30 million carved images of Crow!

NINJAS!!

2008-05-18T17:33:31Z

This link is to such a collection of LULZ, I just HAD to share.
Welcome, everyone, to the world of the Mall Ninjas!

THANK YOU ALL!

2008-05-17T11:13:26Z

To all of you wonderful, kind folk - thanks so much for the hugs and the support. It means a great deal, and, more to the point, has helped a lot.
You are all wonderful Internet friends.

morriganscrow @ 2008-05-17T00:01:00

2008-05-16T14:08:18Z

Yesterday was not the best of days.
I had five cats - the oldest a tabby, aged 18, my companion and friend for 14 hard years. Holly was my darling.
A couple of weeks ago, she developed a distorted lower jaw. It was bone cancer, and it was untreatable. I brought her home, with pain medication, and we had four final weeks together.
Yesterday, at 2pm, she was euthanized as I held her in my arms. Her fur was so soft. Her purr was silenced.
My heart broke.

R.I.P Holly. I love you.

REJOICE - FOR HE HAS BEEN FOUND!!

2008-03-28T03:18:28Z

LADIES, GENTS AND OTHERS - MY 'HAPPY DANCE OF JOY'!!

*performs*

*collapses in a breathless heap and downs a restorative cup of tea*

When my Gwen was in primary school, she was a bully-magnet, and had a hell of a time. Finally, in 4th grade, she met a young lad, Sam, a Kiwi, just arrived in Oz, Mormon family, no friends - they became best mates.
For almost a year they were inseparable, and we had him over to our place many times. He was a great kid, funny, kind, smart - all the things a Mum wants in their child's friends.
Then - WHAM - he was gone.
It seemed his father and step-mother weren't too pleased with how close the kids had become, especially as we were Pagans, and Sam loved Gwen and liked me.
He was yanked out of school, literally, at the end of one day near the end of the year, and dragged, again literally, to a car, him and Gwen screaming and crying and trying to reach each other, and they drove away - never to be seen again.
Gwen found out he'd been taken back to NZ, tried to phone, tried to send letters - all of which were blocked.
To say she was shattered and distraught would be an understatement.
SIXTEEN YEARS went by. Gwen tried to find him many times, without success.

UNTIL TODAY!!

Yep - today, in a bit of a freak turn, Gwen found a small, family-based website in NZ, tracing Sam's sister, Crystal...and there he was...on her friend's page!!
Sam is alive and well. He is also gay and a cross-dressing drag queen! Gwen was almost hysterical with tears and laughter when she called me to tell me.
Sam remembers her and they are now in contact.

Finally my bubby can get some closure on one of the most significant and traumatic episodes of her childhood - and hopefully go on to both re-build and newly build a relationship with Sam.

I'M TWO DAYS OLD!!

2007-11-14T14:02:37Z

Well, the deadline passed and I survived, faculties mostly intact, to snark another day.
No great remembrances, but a hell of a lot of insights.
I feel like my life has finally started; this subtle, monstrous weight gone from my mind. Oh, I'm still depressed and have lupus, but now it's on my terms, if that makes sense.
I had a long talk with a wonderful friend which helped, my daughter and Perry were so cool and supportive, as were the special folk who supported me here.
I'm still thinking through so much, but I feel better, more inside my own skin, less scattered. It feels good.

A LONG TIME COMING.

2007-11-10T19:33:25Z

I'm in a really odd head-space at the moment. Tomorrow is a day I've anticipated, dreaded, feared and wondered about for almost my whole life.
Tomorrow, the 12th, is the 40th anniversary of my mother's death. It was in 1967, and I was 7 years old. My Mum was 47, which i am now.
Tomorrow I'm the age my mother was when she died.
I had left for school on the morning of the 9th, saying goodbye to her in the kitchen. When I came home in the afternoon, she was gone and I never saw her again. Dad told me she died on the 12th.
Mum had high blood pressure and kidney failure, then she had a stroke. Many years later, Dad told me he had to sign papers to have her ventilator turned off. He never got over her death.
As I, and my daughter, have lupus, I have to wonder, given her health issues, if Mum had it too, undiagnosed at a time when little was known about it.
To say her death was an atomic explosion in my life is an understatement. Dad went off the rails and couldn't cope with me, so my Nanny was dismissed and I was sent to live with cousins I barely knew, who made it clear I was there only because Dad could pay them.
Dad sold the house, my only remembered home, and all Mum's things. He and his sister took me with them as they packed up Mum's gift shop, leaving me with my uncle, who took me to the park, where he sexually abused me. All of this was in the week after Mum died. Then Dad went to Hong Kong for a month, and when he returned, it was weeks before I saw him again.
I never told anyone what Charles did, and instead suppressed the majority of the next 40 years, leaving me with few, if any, actual memories of my past.
What will happen tomorrow? Will it be just another day? Will I drop dead? Will I have some sort of cathartic breakdown? Will I remember my Mum?
I guess I'll know in about 24 hours.....

IT'S BACK!!

2007-09-02T10:21:14Z

Yep, I'm re-posting my sporking of one of Meyshi's masterworks - and here it is!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in this story, nor any parts of the Harry Potter franchise, property of, and copywritten by, J.K.Rowling and others.
I am not critiquing this story by Meyshi for profit or gain, nor am I reproducing it in its entirety.
This review is for the purposes of satire and parody, as well as my personal entertainment.

STORY/SERIES TITLE: Kick, Ball, Chain. Yup, you're right. What does that have to do with Harry Potter, as created by J.K.Rowling? Simple answer - NOTHING!
CULPRIT AUTHOR: Meyshi - a repeat offender and all-around Drama Queen.
READ IT AND CHOKE ON YOUR OWN ~~VOMIT~~ SPIT: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3685182/1/
FANDOM: The Boy Who Is Pissed Off He Can't Do Magic In This Fic, And Who REFUSES TO GIVE IN TO OVER-SENSITIVE BULLIES WHO HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR, ARE APPALLINGLY THIN SKINNED AND ARE WAY TOO PRECIOUS, GIVEN THAT THEY ARE WRITING FANFICTION, NOT "THE GREAT AMERICAN/BRITISH NOVEL", AND ARE, IN FACT, SKIRTING THE COPYRIGHT LAWS THEMSELVES BY USING CHARACTERS INVENTED AND COPYWRITTEN BY J.K.ROWLING!! *hands Harry back his Caps Lock o' Rage, takes a deep breath and shakily gets down off her soapbox*
FULL NAME: Harry "Dancing Queen" Potter.
HAIR COLOR: "his dark curls".
EYE COLOR: "his emerald eyes shining".
UNUSUAL MARKINGS/COLORATIONS: Has "strong, tan thighs", "well-shaped arms", "his toned, and thin dancer’s body", "his body was the epitome the perfection".
SPECIAL POSSESSIONS, IF ANY: White sheets, a towel, his beloved Aunt Tuney, a BFF!!11one! 11!!! Teegan Gylden, who appears in every freakin' story this nodcock writes, because, unlike us, she's obsessed with the creep.
ANNOYING ORIGIN: The bizarre, hypocritical depths of Meyshi's brain.
ANNOYING CONNECTION TO CANON CHARACTERS: Is impersonating one, gets another's balls.
ANNOYING SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can dance like an unholy cross between Baryshnikov and Britney Spears.
OTHER ANNOYING TRAITS: No magic, for all the kid is named Harry Potter. The inclusion of the OC from Hell, Teegan What's'isname. Hogwarts is a dance academy. In every respect but the names, this is original fiction - poorly written, derivative, banal original fiction.

A/N: It’s me! Meyshi! Once again…the plot bunnies…they just keep humpin’ and making ideas in my head…they won’t leave me alone! And this is why this fic is so clearly fucked. Bad Plot Bunnies! Naughty! Oh, and Suethor? For future reference - fucking bad plots result in fucking bad stories. It's only logical!

Chapter1: Kick, Ball, Chain

At Number 4, Privet Drive in the upstairs bedroom slept Harry James Potter, his strong, tan thighs wrapped around old sheets, stained white with his nighttime 'activities', his dark curls splayed across his pillows. He was dreaming of an incredible ~~contemporary~~ masturbatory routine solo that he would perform in front of all of Hogwart’s Academy of the Sexual Arts. All his friends and peers who cheer him on, gasps at his perfect ~~jumps~~ hand movements, awe at his perfect ~~balance and lines~~ willy and balls and envy at his squirts ~~spins~~. Yes, he’d be ~~spinning and twirling~~ ejaculating and moaning his way into the world’s heart…whilst flip-flopping tenses all over the place, like live prawns on a hot barbecue.
Then his alarm went off.
The sexy, sultry voice of Fergie filled his ears before he grunted and picked his face up from the floor under the small bed and put it back on, only to find it was all dirty, and had dust bunnies stuck all over the inside in his petite room. Petite: adjective - short and having a small, trim figure; diminutive; noun - a category of clothing sized for women or girls of less than average height and with average or diminutive figures, a garment in such a size, a woman or girl who wears clothing of such a size. [Origin: 1705-15; < F; fem. Of petit]
Arabic: صَغير القَد وَجَمي
Chinese (Simplified): none
Chinese (Traditional): none
Czech: drobný, křehký
Danish: lille og fiks
Dutch: tenger
Estonian: nett
Finnish: siro
French: menue
German: adrett
Greek: μικροκαμωμένος
Hungarian: filigrán
Icelandic: fíngerður
Indonesian: mungil
Italian: piccola
Japanese: none
Korean: none
Latvian: mazs; smalks
Lithuanian: mažutis, smulkutis
Norwegian: liten og fiks, nett
Polish: drobna
Portuguese (Brazil): delicada
Portuguese (Portugal): pequena
Romanian: minionă
Russian: маленькая и изящная
Slovak: útla
Slovenian: drobna
Spanish: chiquita, menuda
Swedish: liten och nätt
Turkish: ufak tefek ve bakımlı, çıtı pıtı

Isn't Google amazing? Hey, I'm a Ravenclaw! So sue me! He nimbly got on to his feet, then quickly on his toes, and then to the ball of his feet ignoring plurals as he stretched out his well-shaped arms. A ~~yawn~~ rasping fart escaping as his arced his back while still on his toes, creating a C-shape with his toned, and thin dancer’s body. Unfortunately, his thoracic spine, weakened by years of undernourishment, fractured with sounds like muffled gunshots and He fell into a spilt if it was a split, he'd be doing irreversible damage to his groins, thereby bleeding to death in agony. The End. and touched his toes and pulled all the kinks in his neck and body. Oh poo....

SNIP.

Today was freshmen-orientation is that not American? at Hogwarts and he and his emo-friend Luna Lovegood *stares* Luna isn't emo! She's too spacey to be emo! would be performing ~~dancing~~ an amazing ~~contemporary~~ contorted Kama Sutra routine choreographed by their decidedly kinky headmaster, his best friend Teegan would be performing a ~~hip-hop~~ BDSM routine with Ginny, while Ron and Hermione where doing anal and fisting. ~~salsa~~ It was the first day of school and Harry was too excited to start his junior year. So he decided to stay home. The End.

SNIP: Some 'bonding' with Dudley, again with bouncing tenses. I think I've got whiplash! *puts on soft cervical collar*

Once Harry got out the phone rung and he knew exactly who it was. For he was psychic, and during the holidays, worked on "Madam Muriel Sees All Clairvoyant and Hot Live Sexx Line, $5.95/min, higher from mobiles, GST included".
“Boy! It’s that ruddy American boy on the phone! Get down here before I hang up on the bugger!” Treasure Vernon, or anyone, being even remotely in character, for it is a rare and beautiful thing in the world of Meyshi!

SNIP.

“Call me an American again and I’ll choke your fish n’ chips--!” That sounds like a euphemism for fondling Vernon's privates Harry’s best friend yelled before he shouted into he phone. How does one tell if a phone is male or not? Is there a tiny penis on the bottom or something?
“I’ve got it Uncle Vernon!” Harry screamed and Harry heard the phone click. He placed his ear to the cordless. “Hello?”
“Harry! Guess what happened? I just found my first pubic hair!" ~~paid my car off and I’m getting it tomorrow!”~~
“That’s sweet Tee! Well I’ll see it on the bus, yeah?” So it's now the Hogwarts Greyhound, not the Express?
“Yeah, bye…and don’t forget - it's all black, just like yours!”
Harry hung up and went back up to the stairs, his uncle swearing about him dripping water and such such what? Is Harry incontinent? on the floor. He ignored it and got back into his room, locked the door and blasted the radio to some random rock song "Lola" and began dancing as naked as the day God made him. His body was the epitome the perfection. Aack! Urgh! Where's my bucket? *metallic, echo-y splashing noises*

SNIP.

“TURN DOWN THAT BLOODY HIPPITY-HOP HUMPING BUNNY MUSIC DOWN!” Vernon shouted as he banged on Harry’s door. The emerald-eyed dancer sucked his teeth down his throat and choked to death. The End. No? Damn....Actually, on perusing Meyshi's other literary masterpieces, there's a hell of a lot of teeth sucking goin' on. Everyone does it and grabbed his Element® oooh, product insertion! Is the Suethor getting kickbacks for this? skateboard from the corner and shut the radio off.

SNIP.

“It’s that bloody Gylden boy! Ever since you met him those years ago you changed! You're not canon anymore, there's no freakishness for me to burst an aneurysm over. It's just not natural! Dancing like a little poof, that devil’s and testosterone driven music, skating around and such and the pierces! Nice family, I think I can sell Mr Pierce some drills I know that boy’s father -- even he doesn’t know his son went down the tubes!” Vernon shouted as he followed the boy down the stairs and into the kitchen where Harry kissed his aunt on the cheek scaring the living daylights out o...oh, never mind. That would be canon and she handed him a muffin. “Back me up Petunia!” he shouted to his wife and she just waved behind Harry because he'd let one rip and she was trying to fan the stench out as he left through the door.
“Have a nice day Harry. Don’t forget to stretch your anal ring before fucking anybody, or you could end up with a fistula! Have you got lube? It better be water-based, you know what oil-based lubes do to condom latex! I've put a new box of "Rough-Ryder" condoms in your bag too! And send Hermione, Ron and Tee my love, dear! Knock ‘em out of the water, love!”
Harry turned around and smiled at his aunt. “I will Aunt Tuney!” *more splattering noises and muffled retching from your sporker*

SNIP.

AN: Tell me if I should continue For the sake of my intestinal tract and electrolyte balance, please don't or if you like it. Vomiting does not equal applause. My ratings are usually M-rated but the story will soon go off to that. Thank God I avoided the sex scenes! But in the mean time in between time…Review. If I do, will you just delete my comments, or try to hound me off lj, or attempt to sue me, or hold your breath until you turn blue?
I have nothing else to say. TTFN.

morriganscrow @ 2007-08-16T20:16:00

2007-08-16T10:19:08Z

Friends,
As there is STILL a DCMA filing hanging over my head, I have complied with the LJ requirements and deleted the entry containing the sporking of Meyshi's "Kick,Ball, Chain."
Hopefully, this will be temporary.
I'll be back.

LONG TIME NO TYPE!

2007-07-08T14:01:51Z

Wow! It's been almost a year since I last dropped in to say "G'day!" and post an update on my incredibly exciting life!
In that time I've been okay, until the last six months, when my lupus has been a total bitch. I'm trying new anti-inflammatories, but with little effect so far. My doctor wants me to go back to a rheumatology specialist, but I'm reluctant.
My experience has been they take one look at me and blame all my pain, exhaustion, hair loss, depression, sleeplessness and anxiety on my weight and/or my diabetes - which, by the way, is under good control, according to my three monthly blood test.
Otherwise - my daughter is going through some very difficult stuff mentally and emotionally, and I'm at my wit's end how to help her. I have no way to really share the experiences she's having, and I can only listen and offer my love and support.
So much of what she's telling me has turned my view of her, our relationship, her childhood, her perception of me, what I thought I knew about her, us, the past, totally out the window. I feel so lost and adrift, like I don't even know her any more, or who I am to her, or anything.
I feel like my heart is breaking, I am trying so bloody hard not to cry or show her how frightened I am that the baby/child/young woman I thought I knew and loved so damn much may never have existed at all, except in my mind. I don't know how much longer I can keep my front up, before I lose it and just start screaming, and never stop.
I feel like I'm losing my baby, like I never had her at all and its tearing me apart.
I just had a howl and scared the crap out of Perry, my semi-foster son, so I think I'll move on.
She's moved, and that seems to be working out. I'm now minding her cat, a three legged drama queen named Arumiel. This makes me a five-cat household. Fortunately, the in-fighting, and subsequent blood loss, has been minor.
Perry, who loves karaoke, was bashed on the way home a few months ago, and the two shits didn't even want anything, or steal anything. He was badly bruised, his nose and mastoid were broken, but not badly, and he was extremely upset.
However, refusing to be made afraid, he was back singing just over a week later, his friends rallying around to drive him to and fro, in exchange for my home baking and a bit of petrol money.
Now, he's fine, and in the final of a comp, with $500 up for grabs. He's singing "Filthy Gorgeous" by Scissor Sisters, which is a sight to behold.
I'm doing a lot more home Tarot readings, and many of my clients are, oddly enough, South or Central American. They've been going really well, and I'm getting lots of referrals.
I'm off to see "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" in three days. I expect it to be rather canon-less, but entertaining. Voldy in a sharp suit is mind-boggling!
I saw, and adored, "300"! Gorgeous, buffed men in little leather man-panties...what more could I want? As soon as it's out on DVD, I'm buying a copy, so I can drool etc. in private.
Just before I close, I have a brilliant recipe for the best cheesecake brownies ever. Do try them, they're almost as seductive and sensuous as the blokes in "300"!

CHEESECAKE BROWNIES

125gm butter, chopped.
125gm quality dark chocolate, 70% cocoa, broken into pieces.
I cup brown sugar.
3 large eggs.
1/3 cup plain flour.
1/3 cup cocoa powder.
1 tblspn vanilla EXTRACT or PASTE.
1/4 tspn baking powder.
250gm pkt cream cheese.
1/4 cup caster sugar.
1/4 cup extra thick cream.

Preheat oven to 180deg C, or 160deg C fan forced. Line a 18x28 cm slice pan with baking paper.
Put butter, chocolate and brown sugar in a small bowl, and microwave in 30sec bursts, stirring in between until the chocolate is completely melted.
Put eggs, flour, baking powder, vanilla and cocoa in large bowl, mix lightly. Add the chocolate mix and stir gently to combine.
Pour into prepared tin.
In clean bowl, using an electric mixer, combine cheese, sugar and cream until smooth. Drop spoonfuls of the cheese mixture into the chocolate batter, then use a knife or skewer to lightly swirl them through the mix.
Cook 35-40 mins, until cooked when tested with a skewer.
Cool in pan, cut into squares, serve with whipped cream and dusted with cocoa.
ENJOY!!

That's it for me tonight. TTFN!

morriganscrow @ 2006-08-23T01:50:00

2006-08-22T16:14:36Z

ATTENTION!! ATTENTION!! NEW COMMUNITY TO JOIN!

spork_sans_lube where ebol, dorky, badly written prOn goes to die. Come along and join. Over 18 year olds only though, but then you can submit sporkings, like at deleterius etc.

Well, I've been naughty! I haven't updated here for ages! Bad morriganscrow!
Life in Oz is quiet, although I did my first face to face reading for a client in three years the other day, and it went really well.
My daughter, Gwen, is now engaged to the lovely Michael, and they celebrate three years together in the next week. I gave her my Dad's gold signet ring to propose with, the ring my Mum designed for him as a wedding band. I've had it since Dad died 17 1/2 years ago, with Mum having been gone 39 years now. It was a terrible wrench, but the right thing to do. Michael understands the significance, and that's a balm to my heart.
Gwen has also been offered honors at Uni next year, then on to her PH.D in Literature. I'm busting with pride in my girl. I think she's wonderful, funny, smart, lovely and everything a mother could wish for. I love her to bits.
Perry is doing fine, looking for work, albeit with limited success so far. However, we remain hopeful.
Sara, my carer, is fine. Her older sister is about to have her first baby, so Sara's in "Auntie" mode.
My tooth abcess continues to rumble. The dental surgeon refused to remove it, due to my other health issues, so I'm waiting to be refered to a facio-maxillary surgeon, and then a trip into hospital. Joy!
All the cats are well, as are the rats and possums in the house roof and walls, bunking down for the winter.
Well, that's all I'm typing now, except DON'T FORGET spork_sans_lube JOIN NOW!
TTFN!!

FRIENDS, POEMS AND BEING A DEVIANT.

2006-05-10T11:08:50Z

Greetings! Life is quiet here in Oz, my family are all well and my health is stable.
I have been doing a number of sporks lately, and have enjoyed them immensly. Perry is downloading and editing them all, then I'll post them here in Memories.
I have become a Deviant! Gwen has her art there as Crystal Seraph, now I'm there too as morriganscrow. I've posted my Sirius and Remus poems, and am preparing several others for posting at the moment. This is the most public I've ever been with my work, and I must admit I'm nervous as hell abou it. What will people say? Will anyone read it at all? Wiil I get decent feedback?
I've also friended a lass, Frankenspam, and she me. She has schitzophrenia and a fab attitude. She also has a mad sense of humour. I'm chuffed as she's the first non-family Net friend on my list. Woohoo for me, meeting new and interesting folk.
Well, gotta go. Piles of poetry to type. TTFN

IT'S WET!

2006-05-01T10:08:42Z

The end of the pagan year is upon us and Samhain is here. A time for reflection on the previous twelve months, a time to give thanks and a time to remember our beloved dead. Mum and Dad, Annie, Ian, Reggie and Molly, Ian H. and my little bub I miscarried. Ilove you all, I miss you all. May your journeys onward thrive. Goddess and God watch over and uplift you all, Blessed Be!
I have much to be thankful for. Gwen is doing brilliantly, she and Michael are cool, I couldn't be happier, he's a lovely boy, and they're perfect together.
My health remains stable, and I've kept twenty kilos off for a year, Gwen's depression is now under control, Perry had good news as his tumour is a little larger, but not endangering anything and the specialist doesn't want to see him again for a year!!
I received a houseful of decent second-hand furniture including the new queen size bed and mattress I really needed for $100!
Work is back on track, with my earnings back into the $500-600/month range that suppilments my pension perfectly.
All in all, this year hasn't been too bad. Shane has been a pest again, but Gwen and I are coping. Stefan is back in our area, but has made no move to contact us, so that's fine.
My depression remains a pain, but I have started writing again, so that's cool.
All in all life is okay, and I'm as happy as I've been in many years. This is a good thing. On that note - TTFN.

LIFE THE UNIVERSE EVERYTHING

2006-04-15T16:27:04Z

Perry went to the specialist, and he needs a new MRI done, and some other tests, but at this stage he's stable - which is great news. The Doc. said the tumour was a bit bigger, but not too severely so, and he will wait for the test results. Needless to say, things are a little more relaxed than they were.
Will type more later. TTFN

morriganscrow @ 2006-04-03T08:16:00

2006-04-02T22:39:12Z

It's four days and counting until Perry has his specialist's appointment, and we're getting a trifle stressed. However we've started co-sporking on Deletrius and that does take his mind off things.
My darling daughter Gwen, her partner Michael and two friends went to see 'V For Vendetta' the other night, and on their way home were involved in a bingle. Nothing serious, thank the Goddess and God, but enough to ruffle this mother's feathers a trifle. I know she's 20 but it doesn't change how protective I feel towards her. I've got plans up and running for her 21st, on July 3rd and 4th - a party for her and friends on the 3rd, and a 24hr D'n'D marathon on the 4th. I've pretty much got the campaign written, and this time we'll have about 12 players, so it should be a hoot.
Gwen's running two groups herself - one at Anime Club, the other with Uni friends at home. Her meds for depression have worked well, and she is feeling so very much better, which is a weight off my mind. Her Uni work continues to go well, and she is still doing well above average. I'm SO very proud of her!!
I've become nocturnal again. I think it's partly because I'm up on the Net 'till all hours, but also I never really got night duty out of my system. After all, I did it for 9 years! Still, it gives me time to myself, and I've started writing again, after the longest time. I have a second poem to type in, I've been procrastinating, but I'll try to do it tonight.
Well, must go. I need to eat before bed so the Diabetic Demons don't get me, and I need some pain tablets ASAP. TTFN.

morriganscrow @ 2006-03-18T18:47:00

2006-03-18T08:09:43Z

I have done something that I hope isn't going to come back and bite me on the arse. I've taken on a portion of the group spork of HPaTGoF movie. Jeez! talk about dumping myself in at the deep end!
I have yet to spork a Sue, never mind the bloody movie. What was I thinking?
Other than that, life here remains quiet and orderly. The cats are well, even Ezekiel, who is currenly jammed into my chair with me. I think he's cold as all his fur is ruffled up.
My foster-son, Perry, has been told his brain tumour has grown 0.7cm and he wll have to go to a neurosurgeon in April to find out what needs to be done next. Given that his last surgery lost him 75% of his sight, it's fair to say we are all worried sick. Still, in the interests of keeping Perry's spirits up, we are all putting on brave faces.
Gwen has settled onto her anti-depressants well, and they appear to be doing the trick. She is feeling much better emotionally, and even the side effects are starting to settle.
I too am feeling better, although I am worried about Perry. I saw Prof. Strauss the other day, and I've maintained my 18kg weight loss for a year now. However, he doesn't think I can realistically lose any more unless I have gastric banding done. As this would cost between $4000 and $9000 as a private patient, and the waiting list for a public bed is 7 years, my chances of getting it done are slim...pun intended.
Well, that's all I'm up to typing today. I am going to go to PornishPixies and cheer myself up with some HPporn. TTFN

CHEESECAKE

2006-03-13T18:21:16Z

This is the recipe for my triple choc Irish cheesecake:

BASE: 1/2 pkt plain chocolate cookies.
1/2 pkt plain cookies of your choice.
100gms butter, melted.
Crush the cookies into fine crumbs, add butter, mix, and press firmly onto base and 2/3 way up sides of a springform pan.

TOPPING: 2 blocks cream cheese - 500gms total, softened.
1/2 cup caster sugar.
1/2 cup double cream.
2 large eggs.
1+1/2 teaspoons vanilla paste OR extract.
100gms good milk chocolate.
100gms good dark cooking chocolate.
80mls Irish whiskey.
1 cup white chocolate - grated, to decorate.
Place first 5 ingredients in large bowl, and using electric mixer on medium, beat until well combined - 2-4 minutes. Add whiskey and mix well with spoon.
Place both broken up milk and dark chocolate in small bowl and melt either over a pan of simmering water stirring constantly, or in the microwave. Do not get any water in the chocolate, or it will become useless, and if using a microwave, do in 10 second bursts, stirring in between. Do not overheat or burn the chocolate, as it can become very bitter.
Add melted chocolate to the cheese mixture, stir well and spoon into the prepared base. Smooth the top.
Place in centre of your pre-heated oven on 150 degrees celcius, cook for 1 hour, turn off oven and leave cheesecake in oven for a further 1 hour.
Remove from oven, allow to cool on bench, remove from tin, cover and refridgerate.
To serve, top with grated white chocolate.

Well, there you have it. Enjoy. TTFN

morriganscrow @ 2006-03-12T12:51:00

2006-03-12T02:00:33Z

Had the lawns mowed, ate breakfast, cleaned up the cat-sick on my bedroom floor...another normal day in the 'burbs!
I'm only doing a short entry today as I want to do some more writing to post here in the next few days.
It's hot today and it's making my lupus and arthritis act up something fierce. Hope there's a cool change tonight. TTFN

morriganscrow @ 2006-03-11T15:37:00

2006-03-11T04:59:27Z

Today I received two very nice E-mails from two authors whose work I commented on. I've been involved in various fandoms for over 20 years, and I know how hard and thankless, even downright shitty it can be, to put your work "out there" for the fannish masses to rip apart.
I tried to be as positive as possible, yet also offer constructive criticism. I hope I succeeded, especially as I've asked them to review 'Homecoming" in return!!
Today, here in Melbourne, it's quite warm, and very sunny. The cats are lolling around the house in various contorted positions of "sleep", and yet manage to look both relaxed and comfortable. If I tried lying in bed twisted the way they do, I'd do myself a permanent, and no doubt painful, injury!
Work on the psychic lines remains dead, as the service provider has not yet repaired the system. This means I, and all Tracey's other readers, have had no work, and my monthly income has been slashed from approx. $200 to $30 so far. Tracey must be ripping her hair out by now, poor love. I just wish there was something more I could do to help.
My foster-son, Perry and my carer, Sara, just got up at 3.50pm - we all had a late night last night watching "Serenity" and "Charlie And The Chocolate Factory".
Well, out of space...TTFN

POETRY AHOY! H.M.S. WOLFSTAR!

2006-03-09T08:24:23Z

It's been a very quiet day here in the 'burbs. I've been chatting to my daughter, Wyvern's Blood, over the net, and if you knew just how incompetent I am with "modern technology" you'd realize just what a huge step this is for me.
Also watching "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" for the umpteenth time, I do luurrve to watch Tim Curry prancing around in his undies!
I have taken several dips into The Pit Of Voles, where, out of 1800+ stories I've read so far, I've found maybe 20 that were truely worth the trouble.
I've also been working my way through all the old (and new) sporkings, as well as reading some truely fine erotica on the PornishPixies site.
This has prompted me to put pen to paper and write. The result is a WolfStar R-rated piece of slash, set between the end of GoF and the start of OotP, and it is Remus' view of his relationship with a deeply traumatised Sirius.
ADDITION: It's May 1st, 2006, and I'm adding a second poem here, as it is a companion piece, through Sirius' eyes.
To read go to

HOMECOMING
I lie awake, propped up on
One aching elbow, watching you
Sleep; I can't tell what hurts
More - my own weakened body,
The sight of you, so frail now
When once you burned with Life's
Brightest flame, or
How, even in your sleep, you flinch away
From the slighest touch -
My breath on your cheek,
My warmth at your back....
You never used to withdraw
Into yourself so, curled foetus-like,
Face averted.
Then you, even in your sleep, would reach
Reach for me, bask dog-like
In my body's heat, sigh and
Growl deep in your chest as
You sought the touch of my hands,
My mouth, my cock; even asleep
You always, always
Wanted me.
I reach out one tremoring hand, just to
Touch you, to confirm what my
Eyes tell me -
That you are here, here!
Beside me again, so long, so
Cold a place, my bed (my heart)
Without you...you flinch away,
You flinch away from me and my heart
Breaks again....
Gods! I've missed you, Padfoot,
Missed your skin, your smell,
The fire/bone/muscle/meat of you;
Your beauty, the softness of
Your hair, rubbing along
My body like living silk, your
Hands gliding over me, shaping
My body to fit yours, your
Mouth hot, demanding on mine,
The taste of your tongue,
The irreplacable, unmistakable
Heated velvetsatin of your lips
And tongue sliding over my cock,
Your throat tensing, squeezing, that
Tiny spasm catching the very tip
Of me, as I deep - so very deep -
Throated you...oh God! I remember
Everything!
The sheer power of you, driving into me,
The strength of your hands
Gripping my hips as you pleasured me
Into mindless cries and twitches, your
Body buried deep - so very deep -
Inside mine, until we were no longer two
But one....
I remember my body clenching, drawing,
Sucking on yours until that shining, skinless,
Endless moment when
We'd come, clawing, shrieking
Each other's names, the pleasure
So great we just had to,
Had to find a way to let it out
Or die,
Consumed like phoenixes
In the fires of our love and desire,
Each of us the other's funeral pyre,
So bright it hurt my eyes and
Fed my soul, oh God! I remember
Everything!
And know that you don't -
Sucked away from you by those creatures,
A demonic parody of what I could
Suck out of you, and did, so many times,
For we made so many new memories
That way -
While they only destroyed them.
You are the very marrow
Of my heart, Sirius, my Dog Star,
I chose you then, my Wolf chose
You then, my mate...gone from me
For so long and so cold a time,
So echoingly empty a time;
Yet even though your body
Has returned to me, here within
The reach of my empty, aching hands,
You aren't in there, and I have no idea
Where to find you....

Morriganscrow 08/03/06

HEART
What love can desire a broken
Man, a wraith, the meanest
Ghost of what was once
A shining star?
I am the wreckage of a man,
A shattered vessel, so
Very empty, lost to
Myself, how could you still
Love me?
I can find no love for
What is left of me
In my own shrivelled heart;
I am ashamed, so dirty, befouled, how can
I ask you to touch
Such damaged goods?
I can hardly bear the torment
This body has become to me,
How can I ask if you still
Love me?
I am repulsed by what I've become,
I cannot look at you
For fear of what I'll see in your clear eyes;
I flinch away in some
Primitive, reflexive need to
Defend, protect what little pride I have left -
So foolish!
Pride cannot keep me warm,
Or give me what I need.
All my old life had been
A journey to you, the
Destination my soul craved
From my first breath, all unknowing,
Until I met you;
Oh, God! Even then, young
As I was, I knew you,
Knew every pulse, every fiber
As if I'd pulled you piece by
Piece out of my Self and
Formed you, perfect, perfectly
All I ever needed to
Feel whole.
My home was never made of marble
Or metal, but warm sweet
Flesh, wise eyes, strong hands,
I loved you, all the parts and
All the heat and life of you -
Those who spawned me had none,
You had it all!
All I ever wanted or
Needed, until I lost
You......
I lost everything.
I lost myself.
I tried to remember, tried
Tried to recall your taste, the sweetness
Of your scent, your blood/sweat/meat/sex;
The salty, the hot, the velvethardness
Of your cock between my lips and
How your tongue would glide
Over my cheek, tasting my tears after
You had stoked the fire in my core as
You thrust into me, so hard!
And spilled you very essence into me.
I tried to remember
The taste of you in the back
Of my throat after you'd come
In my mouth, the way you'd
Kiss me then, to taste yourself in me,
The look on your face,
In your eyes as you'd
Lick your come from my lips -
I tried to remember, Mooney!
Oh God! I tried......
So much was sucked away
From me, shining threads
Not into any Pensieve, oh no!
Sucked away into abominations, foulnesses,
All the bright, honeyed memories
Slipping between my grasping,
Clutching fingers, gone -
Gone
Empty
Husk
Cold
So cold, so very cold......
Every time now I close my eyes
I think I'm losing more -
They return in the Darkness
Behind my eyelids, sucking -
And again I feel myself fading......
Mooney! Hold me! Fuck me!
I need the anchor of your flesh,
I need the pain of you grinding me
Into the bed, the wall, the floor;
I need the sweet, sweet taste of
Your mouth, your tongue,
I need the pounding of your beautiful
Cock inside me, your fingers
Bruising me, holding me into my body
Even as I'm certain I'm about
Fly apart, melting in the fire
We always had between us,
The pleasure rising, rising,
Riding us to ecstasy
And beyond, molten flesh and bone,
Slipping our skins and
Flowing each into the other,
Each of us the feast to quench
The other's skin hunger,
Take me, so I feel again!
So I am real again, real
Here, now with you.
Oh, Mooney, love me!
Help me remember myself,
Help me remember us, you, my other self -
Cariad,
A ghraidh
My Heart......

Morriganscrow 27/03/06

MY VIRGIN ENTRY

2006-03-08T04:53:34Z

Well, this is a trifle nerve-wracking. I'm such a newbie to the Net in general, and a Luddite with anything more hi-tech than a toaster, I am at something of a loss as to what to write. I think I might explore this very fine site a bit more, add some comments to various sporks, then return and write some more. TTFN