I have a new nickname

I am being referred to as "Turkard" on Reptard's mailing list (shhhhh!... don't tell him that despite nuking 3/4th of his subscribers he missed the mark).

A productive morning

I sewed fifteen satin drawstring pouches for Connor's Mediaeval-themed brithday party tomorrow, repaired a torn princess costume (which I can be seen wearing part of here), a pair of pajamas and a ripped coat, as well has reupholstering the kitchen chairs.

Purple Crow the Pitiful

(Sing to the tune of America the Beautiful)

O pity me, they’re full of lies
And I’m really quite insane
I’m Purple Crow, his majesty
From a higher plane
Purple Crow! Purple Crow!
Greys stuck their probes in me
On Yahoo groups in brotherhood
I fight the Illuminati

On Geocities (which is free)
My website is a mess
It rambles on incessantly
And with CAPITALS I stress
Purple Crow! Purple Crow!
Will mend Earth’s every flaw,
He’ll save us all from THEIR control,
Oppressions and their law!

O pitiful, deluded Crow and his insane strife
Who more than self the lizards loves
Dude, you need a life!
Purple Crow! Purple Crow!
May therapy your mind refine
Your insanity is not largess
Nor your bloodline serpentine

(no subject)

which children's storybook character are you?

this quiz was made by colleen

For my American Friends

Bite-size goodness.

More fun stuff

I have been transported back to being five years old again. As I mentioned earlier, I spent the morning sewing pouches and reupholstering chairs. That in itself was enough to transport me back to my dad's upholstery shop. I have a special place in my heart for the sound of a sewing machine. But then this afternoon I was taken back by that even more evocative muse of memory, smell. In further preparation for tomorrow's birthday party I had to spray 16 cardboard crowns with gold spray paint. I really am Roy, the Toxic Boy!