Alien Tea Shoppe

Periodically I like to look online for interesting, pre-1980s homes.  I'm really into architectural detailings.  Through my searchings I have found homes with a few stunning details, but everything else sort of falls flat.  And more times than not, the previous home owners did away with all the fantastic flair in order to update the home to a newer, sleeker image.  Which I think is unfortunate because then it looks just like every other house on the market and it simply lacks any personality.  I have also found a few homes that are still in original condition and are truly fabulous, but just aren't my dream home.  But last night, that is exactly what I found.  I was sighing and oohing and in complete disbelief that this home was to be found in my very own city!  It was so perfect, in fact, in my personal opinion, that I became verklempt a few times while viewing the photo's.  I have uploaded some of them to show everything that is wonderful...

Anti-Discrimination is the hot topic currently in the state of Mississippi.  The LGBT community is sorely underprotected in the civil liberties department, and while both measures are directly in reference to this particular community, it's broadened also to include everyone. In January, the city of Starkville proposed a Pro-LGBT Equality Resolution .  A few days later, Hattiesburg followed with the same resolution.  Both were passed unanimously by their respective city officials. The resolution "declares it the public policy of the City to respect the inherent worth of every person, without regard to a person's race, color, religion, national origin, sex, gender identity and expression, age, marital status, sexual orientation, familal status, veteran's status, disability, or source of income"...; in essence all peoples are equal & shall not be discriminated against.       By March, however, citizens of the state were calling Governor Phil Bryan...

Yesterday I woke up to the tweet, "I've nominated you for a Liebster award!"  Needless to say, I was intrigued and rather excited; "An award?!  For me?!?!"  Then my thoughts led me to, "Is liebster like liebling?  Surely I can't be her sweetheart/dearest."   Turns out, in a sense, that I can.  While there is no actual award (unless you want to count that picture up there) and no one really knows how it started (the closest I could get was a girl who said she found the earliest mention from a German blogger), the purpose seems to merely be showing love.  Promoting blogs who have fewer than 200 followers (Hello! My 2 followers!) and in essence, nodding towards them some recognition for their work and effort.  Which is basically saying, "I LOVE this blog (who also happens to have few followers)!"  The sentiment is lovely and it helps to get to know your fellow bloggers, since there are questions to be asked/answered.  I have b...

Disney Prince Loki, everyone. There's this thing going around about Loki being a Disney Prince.  It amuses me.  Is it important?  Probably not.  But it does lead very well into this blog post, I think.  I would jump in the Bifrost with Loki; Disney Prince or no.  But he's not the only one.  If you've not read A] any Norse mythology B] any Thor comics C] seen the film Thor, then I shall enlighten you.  The Bifrost is the rainbow bridge connecting this world with Asgard (where Thor, Odin, Loki and the rest of the Norse gods dwell.)  The Bifrost is not really the important part.  It simply means to run away/go away with in this context. I do not mind speaking up on the fact that I have never had a boyfriend.  It doesn't define who I am, as I don't particularly like being confined into boxes, but it does make up a part of who I am.  I'm not going to deny it.  There has never been a relationship, a date or a boy/man ...

It was an awkward meeting.  Between the boy who dreams big and the girl with dreams of foreign places.  He tried to tie our souls together, without so much as a by your leave.  I said yes to the Universe, but my yes did not entail automatic soul fusion; a simple rendezvous was all I contracted with to the Universe. Eyes of blue swimming down into the murky depths of me.  What are you even doing in there?  So far down; poking around; leaving messages; flitting away.  What are you doing?  Do you even know?  Can those eyes of blue even see?  Does your brain register what they see?  Or does only part of you know? You ask permission for acceptance and to ascend; yet you intrusively dive right in to my oceanic pools of cool blue eyes, possibly missing the ring of light green that dances on the centers' surface; but you didn't splash around there for long before diving down, down, down in to the dark recesses of me; the dark cavern where my...

It is getting dark again Dusk shuffle across the fields The evening trees moan  (as if they knew) At night I always dream  (of you) At that point,   Åkerfeldt launches into a 30 second lamenting scream.  The likes of which makes your heart rattle inside it's cage.  The type of scream that makes you remember what loss feels like; of which that leaves your heart achingly sorrowful. I used to really be into the Swedish progressive death metal band, Opeth.  The 20 minute Black Rose Immortal, was never a favourite of mine... except for those lines and his final, heart wrenching scream.   I hadn't listened to this song in a very long time, but recently some memories came to mind which made me have another listen.  Particularly pertaining to The Man with the Brother Tattoo.  A drizzly, stormy day; mid week.  I, maneuvering us through the city in our red rocket; coordinates programmed in; we arrived safely at all of our destinations. ...

Die Ermittlung hat einen Skandal aufgedeckt. (The investigation revealed a scandal)  It certainly did... Those video tapes we watched, they were an investigation.  They were tools we needed for learning; for remembering.  For finding the truth, setting it free; starting over, rebuilding. Strange that my email language of the day has been absent for quite some time.  I hadn't realized until the first one, this one, showed up again in my email; prior to watching the videos that have set my soul free. "It's almost perfect", you said of this shrine you made for your childhood self.  It was almost perfect.  You decided that this little haunted room, with a little haunted girl would be the perfect way to heal what was done to you.  You tried to squash the girl out; turn her into you; recreating the past to heal the wounds.  But that girl, she was strong.  When the tipping point was in your favour, she did the unexpected; she tipped the sc...