Excellent Alternative Perspective from Aeolus on RedIce Creations.

OPEN AUDIO INTERVIEW HERE>

When it comes to the here & now I don’t go that far out of my way for insight or information. Trips to the grocery store is about as profound as it gets. There’s no heavy dysfunction in that, nothing that concerns  me. I’m not agoraphobic or socially traumatized. I don’t subject myself to much of the mundane….at all. Only mentioning this bcuz…I don’t read books either. I don’t take workshops, do meet ups at like-minded conventions…I don’t get together with pals at the pub for intense, philosophical discussions. I don’t even read a lot online anymore. All sounds fairly pathetic I guess, but with all the information I have streaming in at the moment (cosmically)…it’s just easier, cleaner somehow. Information comes to me in limitless form; much more so now then when I use to “seek” it out.

Blah, blah, blah….so it was highly-interesting when I saw the interview with Aeolus Kephas on RedIce. How could the name not grab you? But I had no idea who he was. I hadn’t heard of the blog or the podcast (Stormy Weather)…also odd since it’s my favorite weather. Absolutely blown away by this man. Mostly, bcuz I’ve been sitting at my computer for the last handful of nights trying to put together an audio recording of my current insights, and having incredible difficulty with it. Not that I’ve been slowly compiling some decent audio in bits and pieces, in some organized fashion…that can be edited into something useful. No, I’ve been recording and deleting, recording & deleting myself into pure frustration. Last night I didn’t bother with it at all..instead I listened to this Aeolus interview. LOL…..does it surprise me that almost word for word it’s the same audio of mine that I keep deleting? No! Well, yes……..no and yes. A mixed bag of emotions, but the one that rises to the surface is nice. One…there’s someone else out there on the exact same page (pretty much), and two…obviously it’s not all in my head. It’s not really even a profound position (to me)…more that it’s this unusually ‘clean’ perspective….and it’s about time (personally). There’s such a great need for it at this moment…drawing attention to this particular placement or space that’s free of all the bullshit combined. It would almost seem impossible at the moment, with the current weather….that there be anyplace to step out of it and regroup. The more information one subjects themselves to…the harder it becomes to seek solace in family, friends, church, therapy, social gatherings…anywhere. This one thing “trust”, that I feel is so vitally important…is being over-riden everywhere…at a time when it needs to be front & center.

Trust doesn’t come from ’someplace’. It’s what comes out of the oven when soul ingredients are combined, but everyone wants to buy their bread from someone else. And much of the scrambling around I see, is a search for the perfect loaf. People will grasp some gossip here or there on an ideal creation…and then there’s a mad dash to gobble everything available for initiation into a sane world. It’s not happening. If anything it’s causing the few sorcerers & sorceresses who can initiate…to step back off the stage, hopefully of their own accord. Too many starving people, and something rang very true to me, when Aeolus claimed he was stepping back and letting go of everything that would let go of him. The identities, the web-presence, the blog, the podcasting, etc. This is really the only sane option available. The new online-shamans are too easily accessed by the masses. There’s a reason wise people live in hard to reach, remote areas that require great energy and effort to reach…and even then…they may refuse to see whoever they wish without even sizing them up. They just know when they don’t want to be bothered. The can smell the dross. They exist to impress no one. Online the motto of the masses is “impress me-impress me”….and I might give you the time of day. Ha. They think too much. They want drama, entertainment, secrets. They aren’t doing their own work, and really not much to warn about that. I don’t see a great number of people waking up any time soon. Would literally have to be some cosmic, conscious-wave that comes from elsewhere and hits everyone broadside…and even then…the percentage that would survive it are not great in number. This wave, this rapture is coming from within and welling up here and there in individuals. There was one interesting comment Aeolus made that I hadn’t considered myself…about only a small percentage of people on earth being ‘real’, manifesting all the rest of humanity…and great efforts being made to keep them asleep, keep them confined…so they don’t wake up and realize they hold the cards. That’s what I heard anyway; might not have been what he said. Is definitely an interview worth listening to a few times, and passing on to the Others.

Check out Aeolus Kephas blog here, where you can listen to the Stormy Weather podcasts.

strange experience last night. haven’t dealt with the parasitic attachments in a while. they’ve been quiet. last night i just happened to wind up in one of those odd positions where i’m not doing much of anything that’s distracting, and full astral-body awareness. as usual….kinda gross. just…the whole buggy epidemic thing.

anyway. noticed two leech like attachments on the back of my neck. i’m sure they’re pressure points. one on either side of my spine, at the base of my skull. they reminded me of tubbers. like nubby, carrot shaped, rubbery. they tapered at the ends, and their mouths were round, suction like, with tiny little teeth. they took some effort removing. and sorta ‘popped’ off.

not much of anything works to dispose of these attachments. i’ve gotten to the point now, where i use a compression, light method in my hands. compress them down to nothing. but last night for some reason…i decided to go and hold them over the open flame of the stove. and…worked really well. go figure. once they caught fire…they just kept smoldering away to nothing. and i was pretty happy about this. my first response is always to tear them off/out and get rid of them for good! ya know…cuz who wants to be riddled with bugs?!?

anyway. there was another two in my ears. only half of their bodies were sticking out. the other half of them lodged inside against my brain. i guess. took some work getting the first one out. and that incredible feeling of release!!!! euphoric! and…roasted it alive. :/

i was working on the second one…when i started choking (again) on something moving around in my throat. it was like ribbons of rubber. tentacles flailing about…probably to get my attention. distract me. so…i started yanking on it. and even more of a euphoric release about it. as i pulled this fairly huge mass of black, rubbery whatever it was….from my throat. the bulk of it lodged around my solar plexus. but as i pulled i felt it release from my back, throat, shoulder area. was nice. freeing. and…….i’m getting ready to burn it, when….the bitch has to start talking to me. warning me that what i’m doing is not a good idea! that it will leave me completely exposed, and that they will no longer be able to “protect” me. so, what am i suppose to do? i’ve got this flailing mass of bizarreness in my hands. wriggling about like a mutant, black, octopus..and speaking in a young girls voice. wtf? i’m also still aware of the others. both my hands are occupied with this one, but i can feel them all start to move about anxiously, concerned.

i think i hold on to her for awhile. thinking on it all. i must have eventually turned her lose, and she wriggled her way back into my astral body, and settled back into position. i did sorta lose focus on her message, and worked a few others loose and toasted them. admittedly i’m torn on what to do. this is a constant theme!!! to get rid of them or not?!? what the fuck are they? what purpose do they serve? are they dependent on me, or me on them? do i want to find out? i can’t read them. i don’t know. i’ve moved beyond reaction now, and maybe have gone too far with it. that i think too hard on it? i know what everyone thinks. get rid of them!!!

anyway. that’s all old stuff. have wrote about it dozens of times before. the interesting part is that i’m standing near the television, but it’s not really a tv…more some kind of monitor. and i grab hold of one wriggly attachment that’s working it’s way out my side…repositioning itself. and for some reason i hold it against the monitor screen and it starts absorbing into it. the screen digests it. like………ribbon, like cassette or video ribbon. and………it’s starts printing out this shit on the screen. it’s all code. some genetic language. and there are pictures. more….icons. egyptian ones. right away i recognize the ibis one, and the dog, and some other birds, and all hieroglyphics. reed boats, and tools, and i couldn’t catch it fast enough. was just scrolling past quickly, while pulling this thing out of my side and deciphering it.

strange bcuz the girly attachment in my throat, right away crawls out (partially) and starts tapping the screen. everywhere she touches….the code is erased. and i keep trying to block her, and she’s going on about how….i don’t need to see that. i don’t need to bother myself with it. not important, etc. etc. nor important!!! bullshit! i still don’t know what to think about it. but….doesn’t make me feel anymore confident about doing away with them. that they’re just seedy, nasty, mindless things. i was tossed out of my astral body at that point. and decided to try and focus more on some sleep, rather then work back into body and go at it again. no place really to go with it at this point. as usual with the attachment…i’m stumped!

it’s really a pain in the ass sometimes…that i lay down to go to bed, but never really sleep. tonight i went to bed a little after 1am. i was planning a little (astral) rendeveux with a friend. was raining gently outside, and i was all snuggled up in the huge king size bed…..relaxing into my breathing, honing in on an energy singal, when this thing moved in over me. omminous….dark, and nasty. i could feel filth, and bad intentions. as first it was an ill energy that covered me…no way to avoid it. it was in the room, in my bed. readying itself for something.

oddly it kept pinching me on my back. i could feel it’s bony fingers…grab small bits of skin, and twist. looking for some reaction. i don’t believe it was an astal being. something eartly. old. bcuz as i was trying to shake myself from it’s focus…another large shape jumped into the bed, and caught my attention. this one was glowing blue-white….clear. it was crouching at the corner of the bed, but easily took up half of it. i turned with my astral body to make it out better. it a was huge, white cat with indigo stripes. not a tiger, but the shape of a jaguar. twice my size. it was summoning me…with force. i moved around onto all fours and got close to it to listen to what it was going on about. it was being very quiet.

i rubbed my face against his to show respect. he rubbed back, and then uttered something that i had to get him to repeat several times till i could understand. basically, that i would die if i didn’t leave the house for 15 minutes.

normally i sleep with my clothes on. lazy, bacherlorette habit, but tonight for personal reasons…i’d taken all of them off! of all nights. so my feet hit the floor, i scoop up my clothes and i’m standing in the foyer panicking. not knowing why exactly. i’m still in theta-mode. i’m pulling my pants on, while twisting into my pullover, and calling the pets, and searching for my shoes all at the same time. wondering if i really needed the shoes. how much time i had exactly. for sure i needed my cigarettes! unbelievably i mangaged to get the attention of the animals, who had all been curled up in their own respective bed…sleeping soundly. and…checked the laptop on the way out the door. it was 1:18.

was not to bad getting the pes to the door. getting them out it, was another story. i had to literally pick up both the cats, and demand the dog outside. iz cold, and drizzling out. none of them were interested! so, there i was standing out in the street at 1am with the pets, in the cold pouring rain. now widely awake, and wondering…. did he mean, “if i don’t leave the house for 15 minutes” as in….don’t leave the house (for 15 minutes)? or “if i don’t LEAVE the house for 15 minutes” as in…..if i don’t? then with the added confusion of wondering if he said that at all?!? what if he said….”if you don’t leave in 15 minutes”? meaning…not to come back at all. now i’m having to laugh at myself, despite still taking the whole thing seriously. there’s a lot of things i probably wouldn’t listen to, but a glowing jaguar in my bed….that message i have to respect fully!!!! the cats are miserable, the dog is whimpering and skipping around my feet as if to say, “fuck lady…come on! what the hell are we doing out here!?!” i didn’t have an answer. no one else was standing outisde their house in the middle of the freezing rain, pacing aorund bcuz there was an evil-force in their house. even if there was! they were asleep. sleeping. totally unconscious. but….lucky me!!! i get to interact with the unknown, so i have the pleasure of acting like a fucking nut-job!!! ah….anyway, luckily was only 15 minutes. i hope!!! i don’t know. now i’m writing this. i have to go back to bed.

there’s not much that scares me. i can walk around the woods at night, alone. a big, empty, dark house doesn’t freak me out. back alleys, or demons, or alien abduction. and it’s not that i’m scared right now. really i just want to crawl back in bed and fall asleep for a good nigths rest. just…..that never happens! i’m assuming i pissed something off. i just don’t know what, or why? and…….if it was just a fifteen minute window it had access to. i’m not going to bother looking it into.

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fhuuuuuck. i’m exhausted this morning!!!

Found this little video…thought it fit in here!

TIDY MONSTER created by Tim Marchant

It’ll be difficult for a certain group of people to get their minds around the obvious, agenda-driven programming of a “Planet-in-Peril”. We (humans) are the problem…we’re the disease, and the immediate mental processing to shirk those thoughts off…transfer them & spin conclusions into covert conspiracy. I’m not here to debate that level of the movie or that message. Not here to debate anything actually.

What stood out for me? The little kid in it is obnoxiously irritating! lol. Being the only child seen in the movie, and representing the next generation in general…with his gorgeous, homogeneously toned skin and dark, wild locks of untamed hair. He’s cute, but he’s ultra-indoctrinated! Good representation of the trained-mind gone amuck…right from the start of the movie…this kid knows “right” from “wrong”, no question. He borders rude, and has an ego twice his size. He prefers pizza over vegetables, and video games over family values. What kid doesn’t? Not saying it’s not a sound representation, just that the whole movie on this level is disappointing. It lacks showing any intuitive, intelligence for this generation. It avoids the entire concept of the up-graded indigo/crystal child…and instead focuses on the simple issue of fear of abandonment being the driving force of all misdirection. Just think we should have passed that course already.

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haven’t written in a long, long while….but this is one for the log. personally speaking. all dream-experiences are falling into 2 groups lately….vampire & superhero. i’m still doing release & healing work, but peppered between travel in these two major worlds. three…including here. still can’t tell whether this is a dream or not?!? getting more & more bizarre as it goes along.

okay, anyway….took a nap outside on the front lawn. that’s where the sun was, and i haven’t seen sun in a long time. not that kinda that you can lay out in & soak up!!!! it was gorgeous! last time i took a nap in the front yard (autumn)…a strange dude stopped his truck in the middle of the street and ran over to check and make sure i was alive! o_O he scared the shit out of me! LOL. this time i put all the pet-poofs out (aka ‘beds’) to help it look like more ‘intentional’….with all the pets sleeping wit me! anyway….i’m thinking maybe it was the intense brightness, or maybe that my body temp. was high/hot? that it triggered something profoundly *familiar* that left me speechless. it was the typical merging, overlaying of worlds. i was here…i was there. then…more there, then here.

i was laying in the grass when this massive glob of pink, bubble-gumness oozed up alongside me. it was a thick, pasty, mess…that has the consistency of cheap gum that’s been in ones mouth too long. you know where it starts to fall apart, sorta? like that. more “gummy” then “rubbery”. it was female in essence, and it was utilizing all it’s energy to absorb me into it’s mass. interesting thing…was it moved so incredibly slowly, that it’s energy never really depleted…despite me wrestling with it. it was useless. it was strong, and it’s interior had an insane suction power. there was no place to grab it, push it back, anything! any extra contact i made with it….just got me more stuck!!! i don’t know why i thought salt, but i did. all that was left exposed of me was my right arm, and my head. the thing was easily 6 times my size. i took a good pause, and manifest salt. I wound up with a salt-shaker full, which is my fault for not focusing more specifically. Was enough to test out the effects of though. Worked. The giant, pink, gumanator was repulsed by it, giving me enough of a break to free my other arm and manifest a large container of salt…which i poured directly into her mouth. Yes, the thing had a mouth. Was all mouth actually.

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Had an odd event yesterday. Really cold from sitting in my studio working, and had to go inside…crawl in bed to get my core body temp. back up. Was laying on my back, resting and fell into trance. There were three native American men sitting in a circle around me. I was floating on my back about a foot over the ground…over sand.

They lowered me into a small recess in the sand…like it had been dug out by hand…big enough that just my ass fit into it; roughly maybe two-foot round diameter, and about 8 inches deep. Water was seeping in from below the recess. Then the depression began to grow…just a little until my entire body fit into it. The water in the hole I was laying in continued to rise, and one of the men laid his hand on my chest to keep me still. Despite the fact that I wasn’t moving, I suppose he thought that as the water began creeping up around my face, submersing my mouth, and nose…I would try to get out. Panic. I breath underwater…so, wasn’t a problem. I just laid there until I was completely submerged. I could see through the still water, fairly easily. I focused on deep breathing, and watched them speaking to one another…couldn’t hear anything.

I noticed that my right foot was buried a little in the sand, and although I couldn’t see it…felt like something had a hold of it, was some weight on top of it that I couldn’t move it at all. At one point I reached for the mans hand that placed on my chest…and tenderly withdrew it, as if to signify that I was fine. I saw him smile. I moved my hand up to my face…where my hair was floating in the way, and noticed that I had glasses on. I don’t wear glasses, so I removed them…inspected them, and then placed them on the edge of the sand above me. The water was cool, but not cold. I wasn’t uncomfortable…more ‘impatient’. Nothing was happening and I had laid there a good five minutes. So I sat up. No one moved to stop me. When I did sit up…I realized that it wasn’t just the hole I was laying in that was filled with water, but the entire area………..no appearing like a cave of some sort. The ceiling wasn’t high…maybe 8 feet. There was no air anywhere…just water. Then I attempted to draw my foot out of the sand, and when I did…a native Elder (man) appeared…sitting on it. Holding it in place. He stared at me intensely. Then he spoke to one of the younger men beside him, who in turn looked at me and said, “He says there is some saying…about a tree falling in the woods”…then he paused. I said, “yes…does it make it sound if no one is around to hear it”. The old man smiled. The younger man continued…”yes, he wants you to explain this saying to him. Be careful though…if you answer wrong, there will be much suffering”.

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Been playing a good deal of zOMG! I spend everyday on the computer…everyday…all day. Won’t get into that, but when I need a break I play a game. I’d like to go sit out in the sun, but…iz too cold right now. I like short, mindless games…bubble popper, falafel hut, match-3s. On occasion though, I’ll get sucked into a mmorpg. Currently that’s zOMG! Getting off on the originality…the cosplay…the creativity, and individuality that seeps out from the players, and…the way most will scurry up beside another with low energy, and heal them…just bcuz, and scurry off again. Iz sweet. It’s not a slash & destroy each other game. It’s interesting…the facets, the dynamics, and last night the thought crossed my mind….something about the player behind the avatar…the puppet-master behind the puppet.

Is that not the “ultimate” position?!? Living vicariously through something else; through another? I was thinking about how players “push” their avatars…is necessary to increase strength, and stamina, but not sure about the motivation exactly. It’s just a game…correct? One pushes to accomplish goals, quests to get booty, to advance, to be the richest, cutest, or most powerful in all the land. Still…there’s a disconnect somewhere. There is no real motivation save what one creates in their mind, what they allow themselves to get carried away with. Not any different then this world we exist in. The movie ‘The 13-Floor’ comes into play here, along with ideas about egregores…that thought-forms in any degree are in themselves, sentient to an extent. That with the energy and intent focused on a particular spot…there’s the creation of some form of ‘life’. Back to the game…no, of course your avatar isn’t walking around collecting gold & booty while you’re away…not on the level people see anyway. On an energetic level though…your little avatar doesn’t cease to exist when you walk away from it. Just as your friend doesn’t cease to exist when you leave them at the corner, or parents don’t cease to exist when you leave them after Christmas. Do they? Don’t they? The 13-Floor portrays avatars as living, sentient beings who have no idea they exist solely in a virtual world. Should it be any less shocking when the designers of the game (in turn) find out that they’re avatars in a larger (virtual) realty?

I’m not speaking of the cute, little, pixelated avatars we shift around screen…but…what if the “us” avatars, in this more advanced, massive, multi-player, role-playing game are in existence…merely a pixelated version as well? Not worth giving that much thought. More interesting to ponder the effect of limited senses. Just as the avatars we play with online (despite ideas of them being in some sense ‘alive’) can’t smell, touch, taste, love, see, etc. What limitations do we…might we suffer in relation to those that might be ‘playing us’? We are programmed for 5 senses, a balanced (or imbalanced) combination of which…can produce a 6th sense…tapping into the matrix, or code behind the game/reality. What are we? From the point of the view of the avatar we “possess” or rather…”obsess”, how does that…how do we translate? As the SOUL of the character? We aren’t the programmers, but we are in essence the animators…who move into a chosen form and play out whatever strikes our fancy. That these avatars aren’t solely limited to their own intelligence, but directly limited by the intelligence or function of their ’souls’…us. If our interest is to do battle and gain strength…that’s where we direct our avatars. If we’d rather socialize, and amass friends…we send them off in that direction. If we’d rather dress up and act silly…we have them perform that role.

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A Jelly Ninja Star? Maybe. I call it the Ever-Lasting Jelly Gobber. Was introduced to this cosmic confection last night, whilst riding the sub-worldly subway system. I was set up to sketch random people on the train, but there wasn’t any for a good while, till a group of nerdy looking boys got on, and sat directly across from me (mid-train). They were quiet and reserved, barely speaking to one another. I watched one boy that was intensely sucking on some candy, I presumed….and went it at for a good long while in daze, not moving. Then he began fishing around his mouth…till he found, and pulled (with a good deal of effort) this odd, rubbery, translucent mass from the inside of his cheek. He examined it for a moment, and then passed it off to the boy beside him, who also examined it for a moment, and then………..tucked into his mouth.

I watched each boy pass the same gelatinous rubber on to his friend, and squirmed no-less then had they been sharing the same used condom. I think what weirded me out most was that the candy seemed alive. It moved, slowly but with sentience. Like some bio-engineered, luminescent jelly-fish. It undulated, and rolled it’s edges…appearing disturbed and uncomfortable when removed the wet, warmth of it’s host. The last boy was finishing his turn with it as we arrived at a stop. When the doors to the train opened, he held the jelly-thing in his fingers, pulled back on one point of it…like a sling-shot, and let go…sending it snapping through the air, and splating against the concrete wall opposite the doors. The thing merged into the surface of the wall, expanded some, and then a glowing radius appeared around it…I’d say about 3 feet wide. Inside the circle was an iris of increasing light, a soft blue-aqua….that the jelly-star became the pupil of, was it create some miro-black hole in the center. The glowing increased for a moment, and the all-seeing eye at the center rotated round a few times on it’s access. As the train was pulling off, it stopped. The glow faded, and the gateway faded back to the appearance of a normal concrete wall.

I grinned in some confusion at the wall, then at the boys. Probably due most to a final “reason” for their communal candy. The boys had seen me staring, but were oblivious, until now when one of them grinned back and said, “She has a decision to make”. Another boy pulled from his pocket a package of cellophane, tore it open, and exposed another Ever-Lasting Jelly Gobber…and held it out to me. As usual…I was reluctant & super-cautious, but something about the casualness & innocence of the boys, put me at ease. They urged me to place the jelly in my mouth, and then instructed me to “think about things”. Think about anything. Ponder everything as I sucked away on the moving mass in my mouth. It lodged against the inside of my cheek and pulsed. Highly-strange. Obviously, I assumed it was collecting data, thoughts, emotions, experience…and I was careful not to fall into realms of thinking that might cause me embarrassment…had I had to pass the candy along, back to one of the boys to sample. I had a fresh piece from the pack, so I had no clue what ‘used’ candy was about. They told me I had 20 hours to think about things at which point the flavor would subside, and I was to toss it out somewhere…anywhere.

The jelly had a slight citrus flavour. Maybe lemon-lime to correspond to it’s glowing-greenish tint? Some highly, advanced alien civilization taking a survey on a popular ‘human’ flavour. I was able to see more when the candy was in mouth. Nothing out of the ordinary (for me). Small, random things, here and there. All black people appeared blue…a deep-indigo, which I found interesting. Anyway…then I woke up. A voice in my head telling me that I had to make a picture of the sweet-sentient jelly-star…and put it online.

mysticmsyfits.com is almost three years old. i knew nothing about building a website at the time, just that i was tired of getting banned from forums, and wanted to create a place with less politics, less rules. i wanted to hang out someplace with other free-thinkers, with no agenda, no bullshit. i knew that i’d have to build it myself. anyway………..lots of trail and error along the way. i’ve lost entire databases to hackers. months, years of posts. interesting discussions & debates. i’ve been suspended from yahoo for phishing content covertly utilizing this domain. lost my yahoo email account (of six years)…with sentimental exchanges & numerous contacts…lost to the wind. basically…due to my ignorance with ’security’, and my lack of keep things up to date, backed up, etc. databases became corrupted, files injected, just…general filth-mongering.

so that last week my hosting provider canceled my account (without any notice)! everything lost. i don’t feel like telling the entire tale again. it’s sad, basically. i lost 5 sites. blogs, forum, shops, and a hell of a lot of artwork, and some stories i was storing online. anyway…

this is just a pathetic explanation for why there’s no content here (besides old blog postings). cuz they’re gone. most of them were unpublished works that i’d spent the last month or so refining. put a lot of energy in (due to a period of spiritual inspiration), and no it’s gone. i’m trying to feel my way back into the ideas, regain some motivation…but it’s difficult at the moment. maybe the season?

gonna try to at least post more frequently. at least till i get some meat back on the bones. worry about the marrow tomorrow.

for the few & far between that visit here. i appreciate the feedback & comments. and…welcome everyone/anyone to join the forum as well…as a more personal interaction. i apologize also for the shit with having to moderate beyond what i enjoy. that membership at the forum, as well as comments here…have to be okayed by me first. really don’t like having to do that! but it seems necessary. and…if you happen to be hacker (not that you’d be reading a post, but)…please don’t fuck up my work! lots of sites out there that might deserve being fucked with, but………this isn’t one of them. like that’s gonna work.