Friday, July 01, 2005


Nicknames. "Handles" some dorky post-cb-radio-now-internet-users call them.

My friends have 'em. I have a bunch of 'em. Most of mine come from MMORPG computer games (Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) where I have to name a character, so I come up with some random grouping of letters that sounds "namey".

Sewmouse isn't like that. Sewmouse is the first online nick I ever had. Had to come up with something quick-like, and... well... Sew... DUH. Mouse, contrary to some beliefs that it is from the handheld computer pointing device, is actually from a Lovin' Spoonful song. (No, I will NOT type the whole lyric for you)

Over the years, I have collected a number of nicks from my fellow online folk. My friends - Vio, Leandra, Zombie Woof, Marqueax, Kalshassan, Uncle HBK, Marikus, Ellehcim, Adster.... Part of me thinks of these people as their nick, but I know each and every one of them by real-world name too - and treasure them dearly.

Somewhere on the other computer (Fred), there is my infamous list of really, really stupid online nicks - when I locate it, I'll post them. One of the members of THIS list actually became a RL boyfriend for a while after we met at a party. (Flappy the Wonder Dog - for those who have any idea).

Sewmouse. Arla. Tresennta. Suriana. Angelica Kestrel. Teika Dewsparkle. I could have chosen any of them for my nick for here... but....

This morning I cut tiny pieces from large chunks of fabric for about an hour at 5:00 a.m.

In my heart, I'm always Sewmouse.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


As Lea often says, "I have TONS of patience. I've never used any, so I must have TONS of it stored up somewhere..."

The saying also goes "All good things come to those who wait"

I, however, am much more of Lea's mindset. Oh, I don't whack small children for whining, and I don't barge my way to the front of grocery queues, but I am the very first to admit that patience is NOT my long suit.


Someone is trying very hard to prove to me that waiting quietly and patiently is going to pay off in the long run for me. Since this Prince of a fellow is someone I work with (a V.P. of all things!), it's annoying as slick snot to admit that he has been right about something. *grumbles*


Slowly but surely, things at work are improving. VERY slowly. Like "moving a house from one side of town to the other on a flatbed truck" kind of slowly. "Snails making their way from New York to West Virginia" kind of slowly.

Now - you would think, knowing my joy in making quilts by hand, that my ability to deal with things coming together slowly would mean that I had patience....

Stop laughing Pirate. You too, Vio. No - really, I mean it. STOP LAUGHING.

See? They all know. I can count the number of things I have patience for on the fingers of one hand. But maybe... just maybe.... that VP is right about this....

On the other hand - just because I am paranoid doesn't mean everyone is NOT out to get me.

Sunday, June 26, 2005


A friend is missing - just disappeared in the middle of a conversation. This message is to this friend:

I know a lot of bad things were happening. I know you read this when you can. Fear has gripped me because of the things you said, both the day before, and right before you disappeared. You know how active and insane my imagination can be - and it is my hope that it's just my insane imagination working overtime.

If you can - contact me. If you can't - know that I am praying and sending all the best VooDoo your way.

Be well, my friend.