literature

Complete and Utter Fluff.

~ Bon Steele ~ 3 Comments

To be fair, it often is.

 

To dye, or not to dye. That is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in my age to suffer
The slings and arrows of OUTRAGEOUS gray hair,
Or to take pigments against a sea of silvering,
And by painting cover them? To dye, to shade;
No more; and by a shade to say we end
The heart-ache of the thousand natural colors
That hair is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.

Don’t mind me. I’m just contemplating coloring my hairs again.

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This is the color it turns when I dye it black. Because my hair is freaking AWESOME, that’s why.

Monday Grumps

~ Bon Steele ~ 3 Comments

I had posted on my FB a semi-grump, something along the lines of “Morning. It’s Monday.”

And one of my good friends challenged me. “That it is,” she said. “And?”

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Well, I feel sheepish.

 Because, yeah. It IS Monday. And just what is wrong with that? It is the start of another week. One in which I am upright, facing (more or less) forward and getting things done. Is everything perfect?
Well, no. Not so much.
BUT, things do seem to be moving in a good direction.

And believe me, I will take that.

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“Hey, isn’t this supposed to be a boulder?”
“Just shut up and keep pushing, Sisyphus.”

What? I like mythology. Sue me. 

Wherein I Use My Powers for Evil…

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments
…and totally make a mash-up of Auntie Mame and Dune.
I just want to remind readers that clicking on the links is like seeing a bit of the chaos that lives (and sings, musn’t forget singing – Oh, no. Musn’t.) in my head.

 

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

 

 

Wanna hear something really stupid?  I often fear what people might say or think about me.

According to some of my recent Psychology professors, that makes me both narcissistic AND paranoid. Awesome.
I don’t truly think that this is the truth of the matter.  I think it’s more a case of how I was raised, what I think of myself, and how I insert into the world at large.  That’s not the whole of me, though. That’s not the bits what matter.

I am an adventurer. I am Bene Gesserit. I am Irene Cara singing her heart out and assuring you that you ARE gonna like and remember her. I am a woman with a box unfolding in the top of my head, letting in possibility. The Sleeper has awoken!

Source: http://pantsareterrible.blogspot.com/2010/10/dune-mecca-of-awesome.html

And not just because a sexy man wearing bits of a car tire stepped out of a steam shower.
Noooo.

Heh.
OK. Maybe a LITTLE.

Can we just pause here?

Thanks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moving on.

Like those women and adventurers in Herbert’s books – I am ready to test my mettle. To put my hand in the box and see what I can do. See what I am capable of. To see if I can end a sentence without a preposition. no, apparently not.

 

 

 

Life is a banquet someone wise1 once said. It’s time to eat it up!

Source: http://www.neatorama.com/2011/06/30/dune-in-candy/

 

 

 

 

 

For she is the Cracked-Up Had-Enough. ;D 
(ooh, maybe the profs WERE right!) 
1 – Mame!  As in MAME!  I’m gonna live forever! I’m gonna learn how to fly! High!