Whatever Happened To Baby Haley...?
by Amy Austin on August 24, 2009
So, was watching the magically tragical Artificial Intelligence: AI tonight, when I got to wondering about the whereabouts of kid who saw dead people. Apparently, I was not alone in this musing...
"My flab..." -- ha!
Five Creepy Things (no arguments here)
MTV Salutes... -- a tribute?
That last link, however, fails to include the star of the creep-fest I just saw yesterday (the excellently volatile young Spock from this year's ST) that made me feel pretty okay about not having any of my own... yiii.
Nocturnal e-Musings
Amy Austin counts down the days until... something... Read more »
Exhausted.
I don't remember if I made any mention here (aside from any private messages) about my grandmother's death at the end of April. It was rather sudden/unexpected, given her condition at the time... and, considering all other grief in my life at present, I took it a lot better than I ever thought I would -- I was closer to her than any other member of my family (probably true in both senses, actually). Go »Now... Where Did I Put That Damn Zen???
Okay... one thing that's always seemed like a great idea in theory, but feels impossible in practice, is meditation. I just cannot quiet my brain... Go »"The Human Condition"
disclaimer: This blog may be totally random -- this may, in fact, be the first and *only* entry in it -- containing, but not limited to, anything/everything/nothing about dreams... A short while ago, I awoke from a strange dream that I think must have been brought on by a combination of posts here, along with another comment read elsewhere about "rumors on the Internet". Dreams, by their very nature, are extremely hard to narrate, but I will try to do so here (thus sparing E from being drafted to listen... Go »Painful Life = Even More Painful Dreams...
I don't know if I feel quite brave or open enough (a shocking thing for me to say... at least to me, anyway) to share the raw and emotional details of the dream I had this morning, but... suffice it to say that I have enough difficulty trying to get through the heartbreak of my waking hours -- I *don't* need that shit following me to bed when I'm trying to do my best to sleep it off at night!!! Go »Hard Up For A Laugh...
Lest anyone think I am only doom and gloom (yes, I have been accused in the past... both outright and subtly), I just wanted to share an example of an average e-mail catching up with my "bestie" (*giving up on resisting the trendy vocab, despite sounding thirteen when using it*). Yes... Go »
