Depressing math revisited

1 set wings = $40 USD = $54.50 CAD
2 Delerium tix = $53.50
1 phone bill = $50
1 hydro bill = $200
1 electricity bill = $5
approx $355

1 sewed bag = $10
2 babysitting = $40
weekly $50

$350 / $50 = 7 weeks = 2 months

1 roomate = approx $500

$350 – $500 = +250

Personal Total to Date: $20

$20 = nuffin

I promise to eat around the soul

The Dante’s Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell – Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Low
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very High
Level 2 (Lustful) Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous) Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Very Low
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) Moderate
Level 7 (Violent) Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Low
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) Low

Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test

First time through it said I was to be banished to the 7th circle of hell, though why the 7th is beyond me, as I got a higher score as a virtuous pagan. I think the 7th just prolly sounds better. *grins* So I refreshed the page and voila! Limbo. Strangeness.

Disorder Rating
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Low
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Low
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low

Personality Disorder Test – Take It!

Whee. I’m domineering and manipulative. Gee. Damned and annoying to boot.

I love myself today.

I’m special. I fixed the puter ALL BY MYSELF!

I’m celebrating by playing a vampire game where you wander around a chessboard city trying to find humans to eat. It’s sort of a depressing sort of celebration. The house is too hot, there’s no-one-line to chat with, my e-mail has been completely replied to – even the ones I’ve been slightly avoiding…
Those letters that clutter your in-box from people that for some reason or another, you’re not entirely certain you wish to remain in contact with. The guy at the party you exchanged e-mail addresses with a year ago whom you haven’t seen since who keeps pressuring you to go for coffee, the girl who’s a friend of a friend you were introduced to on-line who you’ve come to realize is so irritating in thier worldview that even chatting with them is like scraping the enamel off your teeth with a nail file, etcetera, ad nauseum. There’s harmless ones too, that continually are put off – simple letters between friends/aquaintences that you just can’t seem to get your mind together enough to reply to today, and today, and today, and today.

I have continual ideas that are smothered. Lack of funding, lack of friends. There’s a new gelato place on Main street, kittycorner to Heritage Hall. It has a sign shaped like an ice-cream cone with incomprehensibly connected messages floating on rings around the innerlit wafer. I tried to make meaning out of them and failed. Cross cultural referencing lacking a cohesive whole.

Sometimes I remember things and I suddenly see this little city around me in a new way. Everything shifts with the light. Small town traffic in a small town city. Endless nattering conversations about the same things. You know him who knows her that dated him, who ran off and slept with that guy who’s a friend of hers and the guy you know at the coffeeshop. Everyone here is so interconnected it’s impossible to meet somebody new.

I miss living in a real city.

Melting in this basement office space, I am dreaming of lightning. Of water, drenching and wet to fall torrential from the heavens. Blue turning to black to crash and thunder down.

Math is Depressing

1 set wings = $40 USD = $54.50 CAD
2 Delerium tix = $53.50
1 phone bill = $100
1 hydro bill = $200
1 electricity bill = $250
approx $650

1 sewed bag = $10
2 babysitting = $40
weekly $50

$650 / $50 = 13 weeks = 3 months = too long

1 roomate = $500

$650 – $500 = $150

$150 / $50 = 3 weeks

Personal Total to Date: $70

$70 = 1/2 phonbill = 1 set of wings = 2 concert tix = …

Where do I put it?

Beautiful Black Wings To Fly

I’m looking to buy a big pair of feather wings from California, and I’m looking for someone else who might want to get something from her. I’m thinking we could split shipping & handling costs, which add up to $18us.


Black velvet opera length gloves for $9.99 + shipping.
Red velvet ones will be in stock soon.
Black satin and black lace coming soon, likely same price.
Leopard print, likely $15.


36″ angel wings in black, white, or black with some red for $21.99 + s&h. Depending on where in the US you live shipping could end up being anywhere from $10 to $26. LIMITED SUPPLY (See the comments for a links to pix of the black ones.)
22″ black or white angel wings, $15 + shipping. Probably not more than $10 across the US, could be as little as $5. LIMITED SUPPLY. Pink 22″ wings, TWO PAIRS ONLY, in my possession, $9 + shipping. Here is a pic of the pinks. They’re the same style as the black&white ones.
Inflatable fairy wings, transparent with pale pink and pale green markings, ONE PAIR, in my possession. $8 + shipping, pic here.

the picures of the various wings are at

I’m hoping to get a pair of large black wings. The total on my order would be $40US. She takes US cash, concealed, or *int’l* money orders, or non-credit-card Paypal.


Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Tidings Well in the City

So it seems we have a roomate. He is a young american theatre student, 22 and enthusiastic. We have only talked over the phone, but I have decided he’s agreeable. He tells stories about himself that continue onwarsd, but dosn’t mind in the slightest if you interupt with something to say. That is rare.

M’love is growing more weary every day, so tired that his bones shine through his skin like pearl.
I worry that he will not have enough rest before the weekend is upon us, with it’s mysteries and excitement.

St. Jude is dead!!,1282,59711,00.html

02:00 AM Jul. 22, 2003 PT

If there is a heaven, the angels are in for a hell of a time when Jude Milhon, the Internet’s real and very earthy patron saint of hacking, shows up.

Better known on the Internet by her nom de plume, St. Jude, Milhon died July 19 of cancer. Her age was an issue Milhon obviously decided not to address. Even her closest friends could only guess at it, and they admitted they could be off by as much as a decade.

St. Jude wasn’t your typical saint.

She was a staunch advocate of the joys of hacking, geek sex and a woman’s right to choose to use technology. She figured life was too short to waste worrying about what other people might think, and was also known for her very colorful way with the English language.

Back when the Internet was populated primarily by men, she encouraged and helped other women to get online.

“Girls need modems!” she said in a February 1995 Wired magazine interview.

“She certainly was an icon of the infancy of the wired generation,” said security consultant Robert Ferrell. “We wouldn’t be what we are without her, and for that, if for no other reason, she will be sorely missed.”

Milhon also believed in learning how to hack “as a martial art — a way of defending against politically correct politicians, overly intrusive laws, bigots and narrow-minded people of all persuasions,” according to an e-mail she sent to this reporter in September 1999.

And she particularly wanted to introduce women to the joys of hacking.

“Women may not be great at physical altercations, but we sure excel at rapid-fire keyboarding,” Milton wrote in that September e-mail.

“We should look at the Internet as the life-skills school so many of us girls never attended, and get out there and learn to conquer our fears of not being nice enough, not being polite enough, not being strong enough, not being pretty enough, or smart enough or anything enough.”

Her definition of hacking — “the clever circumvention of imposed limits, whether imposed by your government, your own skills or the laws of physics” — has been widely quoted in many news stories and magazine articles.

Milhon may be most heralded, at least among technically inclined women, for her guidebook to “real-time nonvirtual sex.”

Written for girl geeks, Hacking the Wetware: The NerdGirl’s Pillow Book was a guide intended to turn women into happy hackers by demystifying the workings of both the body and the brain.

“While luring you with sex, (this book) is subtly training you to think like a hacker. You think, therefore you hack … it’s a become-it-yourself guide,” Milhon said in an e-mail describing the book’s “hidden agenda.”

The original version of Wetware was released on the Internet in the spring of 1994. Milhon later reissued it, again on the Net, under a new title: The Joy of Hacker Sex.

“St. Jude taught me that it isn’t necessary to have big boobs to be a sex goddess. All you really need is a big brain and the right attitude,” said Unix programmer Nadine Ulmer.

Milhon is also the author of The Cyberpunk Handbook and How to Mutate and Take Over the World. The latter book was co-authored with R.U. Sirius, co-founder and former editor of tech culture magazine Mondo 2000, where Milhon was a senior editor.

Milhon began programming in 1967 for the Horn and Hardart automats in Manhattan, after reading the book Teach Yourself Fortran. She was a founding member of Cypherpunks, a loosely organized group of digital privacy advocates (Milhon also coined the name Cypherpunk) and was a member of Computer Professionals for Social Responsibility — a group that she cheerfully described as a “lefto-revolutionist programming commune.”

CPSR formed the Community Memory Project in 1973, widely believed to be the very first public online computer system.

….I’m crying…..