Month: August 2015

Git Along Lil Doggies!

~ Bon Steele ~ Leave a comment

I have had a migraine, allergies, a migraine induced by allergies, etc. since August 5th.

This morning I woke and could see sans aura, could breathe (more or less normally), and my head wasn’t pounding like a punk rock drummer hyped up on an unholy mixture of blue meth and Kool-Aid.

I was thrilled!
Ecstatic*!
I bounded out of bed!

And collapsed like a limp and painful noodle on my bedroom floor. Apparently, sometime during the night’s sleep, I went on walk-about. And whilst about my nocturnal ramblings, I also participated in a three round rodeo event with calf roping, bronc busting, and cow-dogging.
That is the only thing that explains the level of twisted, sheer agony now coursing up and down my back, neck, and shoulder.
It absolutely is not that I am 45 years old, out of shape, and spent most of yesterday holed up on the couch in more or less one position, playing video games and feeling sorry for myself.

Nope.
Sleepwalkin’ rodeo.

That’s my story and I am sticking to it.

The entire inside is patterned after small-town Texas.
Yeehaw, motherfuckers.
  • – well, as ecstatic as pre-coffee me can actually get.

Oroborous

~ Bon Steele ~ Leave a comment

A snake crawled into my eye today.
He slithered around my pupil, an Ouroboros of the mind.
His scales brightly flashed dark colors birthed in non-Euclidian maths.

source: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Ouroboros.png
source: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Ouroboros.png

He was born from a vaguely lotus shaped blob in the middle of my vision.
The petals were the exact hue of daytime winter lightning.
The blob appeared when the elevator-caused vertigo wrapped clammy fingers around my temples.

source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sacred_lotus_Nelumbo_nucifera.jpg
source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sacred_lotus_Nelumbo_nucifera.jpg

Eventually, the snake slithered off my eye and down my neck.
My scalp pulled away from my neck, bunching in anticipation of a venomous strike.

I can feel him waiting.
Waiting to encircle my head, the roots, my Yggdrasil.

Source: From Northern Antiquities, an English translation of the Prose Edda from 1847. Painted by Oluf Olufsen Bagge.
Source: From Northern Antiquities, an English translation of the Prose Edda from 1847. Painted by Oluf Olufsen Bagge.

I hope he goes back to sleep.

Sometimes my own FB amuses the hell out of me

~ Bon Steele ~ Leave a comment

I am a bad, bad gamerMom.

The Girl is playing ‪#‎Destiny‬ and is doing a particularly hard level. A Rare Engram appears and she is all “Must.Collect.Rare.Engram!!” Meanwhile, 9,000 enemies are actively trying to wipe her character off the map.

TG: Must. Collect!! <in Dalek accent>
Me: Oh, it’s surrounded by all those bad guys tho! Too bad it has a time limit for how long it will be there.
TG: ….
Me: Good luck!! *walks quickly away*

— feeling trolololololol.