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| User: | ravenhart (91557) |
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| Name: | Red Headed B*tch From Hel |
| Bio: | if I have friended you and you are wondering why, it's probably because your journal caught my eye some way or another, either through a community or someone's other journal referred to you, or by a comment you have made that struck me. So, I probably browsed through your journal and checked you out, and just want to read your posts for a bit. Eventually I may comment and you will say "Huh? Who *IS* this person, in which case you are probably here now...so there it is.
Ahem! Ok. So, (and as by my title, you may have already surmised) I have no aversion to the English language in all it's complexities, variances, slang and use of curse words. None at all. I practice all the complexities, variances, slang and use of curse words myself. you are therefore warned
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...ahem. Oh yes. Bio info.If you are actually intent on reading this, grab a cuppa and sit back.
I am:
Celtic pantheon Wiccan, raising 3 free spirited products of my loins, (whom I love madly, beyond life itself; when I am not screaming in a corner because they have driven me insane once again) along with the happy blend of 2 parrots, one polydactyl indoor-outdoor black cat named Sasquatch (he has 29, should you need to know, and you can probably guess his nickname), one recently adopted orange longhair cat named Morals (so good to have Morals at last); one rescued golden retriever, and one sheltie. And a miraculous Russian Dwarf hamster with red eyes. Named Buttercup. Who can levitate, evidently. How else does she escape the way she does??
Oh, and Patsy Stone rocks my world
If you are here looking for info on paranormal research, check out
"From the Journals of Rolling Hills"
or
Rolling Hills Ghost Hunting Society
FACTOIDS of PERTINENCE
I have been a computer geek since the days of the Commodore. For years I ran the BBS "The Chamber Door" dedicated to geekdom, Poe-esque intrigue and rife with pagan leanings. I ran a node for PODSnet, RAVEnet, FIDOnet and others which shall remain secret due to the inherent nature of their being. Raise a glass to the silverback sysops of old. I miss L.O.R.D. and Usurper. Oh my.
Then I did a stint as "Previously The Official Stalker" of the band called Kilbrannan until they fell in love with me and adopted me, (heh. No one can resist me for very long...) so I followed them around the NorthEastern part of the country, made lasting friendships and grieve now that the band, as it was, retired. I am currently in possession of a stalker wall of immense and shocking proportions. (Ever see "One Hour Photo"? heheh...that's nuttin'.) We have now named it "The Official Pre-Museum of Kilbrannan" to foil the police, if they ever chance upon it. Otherwise, dudes...I am SO locked up. Kilbrannan morphed into two other bands; 'Stone Row' with the amazingly talented Paul Runfola and Glen Bernardis, and 'Penny Whiskey' with the equally talented and amazing Kirk S. McWhorter and Tim Leonard, so the bands play on, folks.
When I am not computer geeking, I am, first and foremost, a writer. Sometimes I get published, sometimes not. Eh. LiveJournal is a way to get instant feedback, which is a writer's wet dream. When I ran the BBS, I used it much in the same way. Ah hahahah. So there, publishers. People DO like me. Occasionally. [BWSEG] I also use it as a way to keep that muse going. I love to write. I have always written.
'And she has always lived in the castle...'
I sometimes write in 'Dead Journal' and a few other blogs when I feel like it, or when I want to get into that 'other mood' that sometimes freezes small children in their tracks and sets the birds to screaming.
I do paranormal research as well, with a fantastic team of people called the Rolling Hills Ghost Hunting Society (RHGHS) at (curiously enough) Rolling Hills Country Mall, formerly the Genesee County Home, a huge, fantabulously haunted place in E. Bethany NY. It is a gorgeous old building with an unbelieveable history as a tavern, stage house, alms house, insane asylum, women's prison, infirmary and old folks home. We gather evidence, disprove most of it, and then keep the rest in the "Hmmm...Interesting!" file. Our ongoing research may someday do some good somewhere. Or it may get *us* locked up. Double trouble for me if they chance across my stalker wall too! Anyway, if anyone ever tells you "Oh, she's in a dark place", they're probably right, and I probably have a nightshot camcorder in one hand and a recorder in the other to catch the EVP's.
For old stuph, check the Calendar. For much with the laughing, check 'Best Of'. For enlightenment, go read someone else's journal. This is just so I can vent and try to figure out wtf.
If you are looking for the most radical, left wing, spooky ethereal black-rimmed eye, witchy-poo type person, I only do that on alternate Wednesdays. Seriously, I am Wiccan, I study the practice, I uphold the beliefs. I am also a firm believer in living by example, and if I can show that I am a semi-normal stressed out single mom who loses her shit occasionally, ponders her decisions, cries with a heart and who you might want to get to know and love, all without constantly flapping my bat wings around you and trying to steal locks of your hair, then I have accomplished my goal. I am as normal as anyone can possibly be given the bizarre circumstances of life. I may make mention of my beliefs in passing, but I won't thump you over the head with my besom about it. I do have other journals where I write my *spooky* stuph. It's not this one. Deal.
I do post a lot 'for friends only' so if you want more of this, add me.
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"There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad." -Salvatore Dali
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I am a 7th or 8th generation American. Prior to that, my family lived in Ireland (County Armagh) until they left for the new country. (Those Irish!!) Prior to THAT, my family lived in Scotland. On the border. (Those SCOTS!) They were (not so politely, perhaps) removed to Ireland. Or England. Whichever way kept their heads. After cleverly disguising their name, (erm...NOT!) they began vigorously populating various portions of those worlds.
And now, here am I.
Confused? YOU BET!! :)
Main cast of characters:
Myself - *THE* Redheaded Bitch From Hel. I can deal with just about anything thrown at me with the exception of lying. Do not. It incurs crispy wrath. Then you too shall meet "The Rat Of God".
Magoo - my oldest son, whose driving skilz at 17 sometimes causes us to clutch each other and scream while he motored blithely along. Currently in USMC boot camp. Unbelieveable. My baby boy. Even though he is my oldest son, he is still my baby boy in my head. And yet, he *is* one of the proud, one of the best, one of the Marines. He is a man now. And I had better somehow get used to that fact and stop trying to kiss the top of his head.
Newt - my next oldest son. Struggling through mid-teens like a nuclear explosion. Alternatively understanding, kind, or monstrously evil. At any rate, he is also one of the funniest people on the planet. When I am not chasing him around swatting at his head with a cast iron skillet, I am usually doubled over in laughter. My Gerber-baby boy.
Dove - My sweet pea. Still my baby, although she can drive me incoherent with a single word at times. She is practicing PMS, and believe me, she's almost got it down. She'll be ready. Most of the time though, she is the darling of the family, and still snuggles up to me and kisses me goodnight. She is my heart.
~~Welcome, traveler. We have been waiting for you. And now the circle is complete~~
(Dove's choice of a graphic on a web we were building. F*ck not with it. For you are crunchy and will go well with ketchup.)
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| Interests: | 144: 70's shows, absolutely fabulous, archery, astral, astrology, auras, bob & tom, bodhran, body piercings, branwen, carl hiassen, celtic, celtic festivals, celtic knots, clay, computers, corvidae, corvids, crickets, deadwood, diana gabaldon, doreen valiente, dragons, dread pirate roberts, druid, drumming, e.b. white, eddie izzard, eddieizzard, edgar allan poe, empaths, evp, fae, faerie, familiars, forests, gargoyles, gene stratton porter, ghost walks, ghosts, goatee, goddesses, golden retrievers, goth, gothic, greenman, guinness, halloween, hauntings, hemmingway, hogan's heroes, indianapolis, ireland, irish festivals, jack lemmon, jack nicholson, james taylor, kilbrannan, kilts, kim mitchell, litha, low whistle, maddy prior, magick, marion zimmer bradley, masquerade, max webster, mchale's navy, mead, mead making, men in kilts, monoliths, monty python, moons, moonstone, moss agate, muncie, mustaches, mythology, nature, nicolas cage, old movies, paganism, paranormal, parrots, patrick mcmanus, pearl, photography, piercing, piercings, pinky and the brain, poetry, polydactyl, potbellied pigs, pottery, princess bride, pygmy goats, ravens, ren and stimpy, ren faires, renaissance, rhghs, roadrunner, robin wood, rollinghillsghosthuntingsociety, runes, salem, samhain, scotland, scuba diving, selkies, shamrocks, shelties, singing, single moms, softball, speed racer, stephen king, stone carvings, stonehenge, stones, stonework, super heroes, supernatural, t.a.p.s., tabitha king, tarot, tarot decks, tattoos, the ghoul, the great race, the morrigan, theatre, thunderstorms, tin whistle, trees, white lion, wicca, wile e coyote, witches, witchvox, woods, writing, zen |
| Friends: | 2: fishberryjam, greenman |
| Account type: | Early Adopter |
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