LJ Idol Topics 3 and 4
Life happened. I took a bye. Heck, the second one I actually couldn't even get online to POST a bye. But I'm gonna ask myself later why I didn't have topic posts for it, so this is the placeholder. About to start work on Topic 5. Woo!

So, my house is a house full of not-straight people. And accordingly, we have fur babies to keep us in tune with the 'natural' order of things. We lovingly refer to them as '2 of 6' and so on down the line, having adjusted from '2 of 7' last summer, when the oldest of the bunch, Stella, passed away. She was 16.

However, we do still have the remaining ladies and gents (well, queens and toms). We have Zoey, an aging older cat who does have a nickname (from Jon) of 'Old Kitty'. Zoey is fully gray, and despite being the BIGGEST food hog (both human and her own), she's practically skeletal. Given that she's about 17 years old, this isn't a huge surprise.

Next in line are the triplets; three of an original litter of five I think who have all been raised together. One other of their litter, Onyx, lived with them for a couple of years, but she died of cancer about 8 years ago. The remaining three are very close. We have Charcoal, our biggest cat at roughly 22 pounds, who is black on top, white on the belly, and unable to float. That story for another time lol. Extremely vocal and opinionated, Charcoal may be a chunk, but she still manages to fit into any box she wants to. At least she thinks she fits.

Along with Charcoal comes Tangerine, the eldest boy cat, who is (unsurprisingly) bright orange, with a white belly. Tangie is the most sociable of the cats, though all are likely to end up on a lap at some point in the day. But Tangerine is definitely the ambassador; every new visitor ends up greeting him upon arrival. I have friends who greet him before they greet me. Every. Damn. Time.

Last in the trio is my personal favorite, Semisweeet. A true tortoise shell cat, she's all the colors of brown you didn't realize were beautiful. She's also nicknamed 'left cat', because she has realized that if she sits under your left elbow as you sit at a computer, you have a free hand to pet her when you're merely mousing around. And if you don't, you get your elbow 'bitten'. It's more like an occasional tooth hits you as she holds it between her jaws, but it's hilarious.

The triplets are approximately 10 years old.

The baby boys are the twins Hapa (whose name I'm just learning how to spell today) and Midnight. Midnight is all black (surprise! lol), and looks just like his mama and siblings. Hapa is from the same litter and is the only one to prove who the daddy was, because Hapa is most definitely Siamese. Both the boys are about 1.5 years, and are the only ones with front claws. This means they're our neighborhood explorers, since they're the only ones who can make it up and over the fence. I don't see them nearly as much as the others, but they're in by the end of the night and usually on the counter when I'm cooking (one of the M's taught them that and OMG it's annoying!), trying to get some of whatever meat is being prepared.

To say this household of cats is spoiled is barely to brush the surface. But last night, they didn't think that. Oh no, because last night, we grew. Not by one even! By two. Meet the newest fur babies, Daenerys Stormcat and Tyrion LanCatster!

Tyrion and Daenerys

Tyrion has the dark paws, and Daenerys the white ones. This was my view from eye level, as they both decided that my shirt was the spot to be and fell asleep. There's video on my phone that I'll try to upload at some point.

The bad
Tonight doesn't have any real reason to be bad. I worked hard, got a lot done, hung out with Jon, made plans to see Nick on the weekend, even had a running joke about breakfast for dinner with M and M, who made fun of me because I don't put syrup on anything but breakfast sausage (we had French toast).

And yet here it is midnight and I'm crying. I've felt the doldrums creep up on me the last four hours or so and now they're here. I can't help but wonder if they're a knee jerk reaction to spending an hour on the phone with my best friend last night, despite him being so far away in Vancouver. It was the first time we'd just talked for so very long. I've missed him very much, do miss him every day.

After... after some things change with LJ Idol, I'll talk more. If there's even anyone out there still reading after the change who wants to understand. I can't for now.

I'm not asking for pity. I'm not expecting comments (from all like, ten of you on my friends list, if that). I just need to write it down. Because there's no genuine reason to be feeling like this and I might as well track it if nothing else.

I have no plan. I have no actual thoughts of self harm. I have no anger or intent to harm others. I am just simply sad and lonely and wishing he was here. Or if nothing else, that I wasn't going to be spending this weekend without the ones I love most.

I should go to bed. I doubt I will this second though. In the mean time, I offer a game link that a friend linked me to that has kept my brain busy throughout this evening. http://gabrielecirulli.github.io/2048/

LJ Idol Topic 2: The Missing Stair
When I was a child, I devoured books like they were food. And when I ran out of my own books to read, I'd run through my mother's library. Though now I can recall that she had mostly mysteries and a few romance novels, she had a few of the old hardbound Readers' Digest condensed books. One of them contained a story that I have yet to read in full, but that touched me even at a young age. That story was 19 Steps Up the Mountain.

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LJ Idol Topic 1: Jayus
The funny thing about speed reading is that you let your mind fill in the spaces as your eyes drift across the page. At least, that's how I do it. At roughly 700 wpm reading, that's a LOT of blur for the brain to make sense of. Of course, when you're reading something predictable - or at least, somewhat predictable - it makes it easy to skim through a lot of drivel to get to the meat of the text.

That's why today when I got home from a long day of work, I scrolled very quickly past the topic post and made a slight misjudgment in what I read. Because 'Jayus'? is not a word I know. Wanna know what word I DO know that it looks like? "Jaysus"... you know, that super southern drawl exclamation calling upon the zombie lord's attention? Yeah, that one. And I'm sorry, when it comes out that twangy, I have a hard time making a polite reference. You wanna sound that hick, I'm gonna make a joke out of it. But I digress.

I suppose this entire thing might fall under 'meta', but I actually caught the mistake about three seconds after I read the word, because lucky for me, Gary was helpful and put the definition right there. And suddenly it hit me; I'd found a topic.

Because let's face it, that right there is the personification of the word 'jayus'. I don't mean the people who truly believe in the Christian faith and who might have an accent that makes 'Jesus' sound like that. Oh no. It's the people who use that entire religion to mock, demean, judge, hurt, kill, and otherwise mess with others that is the sad joke.

I have been that person. I have looked down my nose at children who went to public school (13 years in uniforms, Bible class every day, and chapel twice a week). I have made a game out of stumping and upsetting Jehovah's Witness' who came to my door as a teenager. I have threatened to never speak to a friend again once I learned she had CONSIDERED an abortion (as an abstract, she wasn't even possibly pregnant at the time).

We'll get to my current belief system at some point this season, I'm sure. Suffice it to say, the joke was very much on me when I changed my stripes.

It all comes down to this: when I realize the entire concept of organized religion is just so darn messed up, I have to laugh. Because if I don't, I don't think I'll ever stop crying.

Dear roommates
Far be it from me to criticize your choice of marital aids or otherwise happy fun time toys... but your door is wide open and I can see it lying on the floor in the middle of the room. This isn't to say I was looking in your doorway. Oh no, I just came upon this as I left my own room since, as I said, your door is wide open.

Tales of the CIA: A rant
What a day. What. A. Day. I literally had to stop three different times today and say to myself (audibly, no less), "You cannot afford to not have a job." It was like people either took stupid pills today, or asshole ones.

One of my employees not only messed up an order by going around a required deposit, he did it on his own! I pulled the call with the intent of being able to cite to the supervisor of the agent placing the order how he convinced my poor little newbie to break a big fat rule. Imagine my shock and anger to hear him OFFER up a solution that is not now, nor has it EVER been an okay thing to do. Said agent then proceeded to attempt to place other orders, and tell at least one of his fellow agents the same thing, because I spent all day tracking down the mistakes.

Add in codes not working, call flow just being all over the place, the computers SUCKING (seriously, my computer still uses Excel 2007), and never getting a chance to take a cigarette break, and I walked out of the office nearly crying in relief. A short jaunt home, a few moments outside with my buddy Jon, and now I can at last relax, click my cookies (damn you), and continue reading entries.

LJ Idol Topic 0: Introduction
Greetings and salutations, fellow competitors! And to all you out there who are just voting, please help yourself to the complimentary cookie and alcohol (whichever your preference) bars, just across the room. Oh fine, I suppose you fellow competitors are welcome to some as well.

I'm Kechara. Before I'm asked, as awesome as a real name that would be, sadly it's not. I've learned the hard way in the past that discretion and the art of being circumspect when it comes to what I share online are quite necessary things. That said, onward with our introduction.

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This is me
Gay. Kinda.

Fat. No, really, fat.


Effulgent (joyfully enthusiastic).





Lonelier than I thought I'd be at nearly 33.

Official declaration
Heaven help my sanity over the next x months, but I'm doing it. Final season of LJ Idol, here I come.


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