Stuff! We have stuff!

Today's word o' the day would be "anticipation" but everyone already knows what that means. I'm anticipating getting paid, going to faire, getting some errands run and taking care of some housekeeping stuff like laundry and baking tasty ginger ale bread. I am also anticipating a free tour of the dreadnought. I'm anticipating it so much I'm going to faire early tomorrow to take advantage of this seafaring opportunity. Arrgh! It's a good job too. There's no way on this earth I'm paying 7.00 to see the hold of that things. There is nothing in there I haven't seen before. Nor could there possibly be enough to warrant the cost. If it comes up I think I'll advise patrons to stand outside and gawk at their parking job, honestly. I'm sure they are lovely people and I love what thier new goo-gaw has done for the faire this season. However, the sooner their "museum" goes under the sooner I can use it as "Captain Frobisher's Ship o' Fun" tm

I have been feeling inordinately creative for a few days now. I've written a few plot beginnings and gotten ideas of where to go with them but today a story flowed out of me like... well I won't say what. Think of something flowing out of me, it's probably like that. I will post the beginning of it at the end of today's post. So for those of you who actually read, congrats you can waste 45 minutes reading something that doesn't yet have a proper ending. But for everyone who saw Pirates of the Carribean 2, I'm sure you are used to it (and that was two and a half hours).

After work I went to feast and had a grand time. we were a small but exciting group and we played a fun game I learned at ACTF. I'd explain it but most of you wouldn't have any reason to care. Leave a comment if you want to know.

I got to give a little superfluous pet care advice.
Me: Your cat is probably stressed and that's why it licks its back legs so much the fur is gone.
The Widders: We know, it's probably because there are a lot of other cats in the neighborhood fighting him all the time.

I also got to give some equally insubstantial sewing advice.
Me: you need to get five inches of give out of a dress. Yeah that's really hard. You can put in a side panel but you need to be really careful matching the fabric.Mel: Yeah, I know. I need the fabric and someone to do it.

When I came home I putzed around for a little bit (read: a long time) and typed up the first piece of today's opus. At around midnight it occured to me that my direct deposit had probably been put in. I dropped by the mail center and found it to be true. I then went to cub foods to celebrate with some ice cream. Huzzah gettin' paid! I also picked up Ginger ale for my bread. I need to stop drinking my baking supplies (like I am right now.) It's Canada Dry and I don't remember if that is the one that turned out well or badly last year. It was either Canada Dry or Schwepps that I liked and the other one turned out really blandly. I don't remember which one it is though. We'll see. The honey I drizzle over it should fix just about anything.

-The devil went down to Georgia? No wonder it's so freaking hot there!-

Today's Gem of the internet- In an effort to get away from gems that I feel a need to defend with a diatribe about my feelings on a subject that no one comments on anyway here is today's Gem. It is a homagockery (I believe is the way he puts it) to the Ask a Ninja videos. I didn't like the ask a ninja. I find it irritating. I did like this though, a lot. Check out all nine installments (0-8) http://www.axapirate.com

Today's Word O' The Day- theca-
1. A receptacle, a cell; spec. (Eccl.) = BURSE 1b.
2. Bot. A part of a plant serving as a receptacle; a sac, cell, or capsule; spec. (a) an anther cell, containing pollen; (b) a vessel containing spores in various cryptogamous plants, as the capsule of a moss, the sporangium of a fern, or the fructification in certain lichens.
3. Zool. and Anat. A case or sheath enclosing some organ or part: as(a) the horny case of an insect pupa; (b) the loose sheath investing the spinal cord; (c) one of the fibrous sheaths in which the digital tendons glide; (d) the sheath of the proboscis of dipterous insects; (e) a cup-like or tubular structure in corals, containing a polyp. b. In full theca folliculi. A layer of hormonally active cells enclosing a tertiary (vesicular) or a mature (Graafian) ovarian follicle, consisting of an inner, vascular layer (theca interna) and an outer, fibrous layer (theca externa). [So named in Ger. by C. E. von Baer (Über Entwickelungsgeschichte der Thiere (1837) II. III. xv. 23).] 4. Special Comb.: theca cell tumour Path., an strogen-secreting ovarian tumour that consists of cells resembling those of the theca folliculi and is sometimes malignant; = THECOMA. Hence thecal a., of, pertaining to, or of the nature of a theca; thecate a., having a theca, sheathed.

A few notes about what you are about to read.
1. I welcome and encourage feedback as this is fresh out of my brain
2. keep in mind ther eis an unrevealed element here. 5 fakie points to anyone who can guess it.
3. I almost named a character Boise, as in Iowa. Go me!

-Today's Story-
The pool of sunlight in the castle’s entrance was slowly receding as the great fiery orb reclaimed its belongings before going to wherever it went to sleep. Mother said the sun’s true name is Ti’am and it is really the spirit of the first person, who lived during the dark times before Hope. She always told me that he had sacrificed himself for the good of the people after making two of our kind to rule the Earth in his stead.
According to the legend he always watched and as long as the sun rises every day we know he is pleased with what we are doing. Ever since, we have known Hope.What mother didn’t tell me, for a long time, is the power that Ti’am left us. I knew we were to rule the Earth for him. This is the story of what that means.

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As the sun departed mother called me back inside for bed. My twin sister Cal’ia was running toward me in the hall.“Come on!” she begged “Mother has a special story for us tonight.” We both excitedly hurried to our bedroom for our bed-time story. Mother and my younger brother Bo’ize were already there. Bo’ize looking annoyed that I had held up story time. Mother smiled at me and inclined her head toward my bed where I went to sit.
“Tonight, my children, I have an extra special story for you.”
“Is it about Hope bringing us something fantastic?” Cal’ia asked loudly.
“Is it about Ti’am making something?” Bo’ize cried hopefully. He did love stories of Ti’am.
“No.” Mother chided. “Tonight’s story is about a different great person; someone you know.”
“Is it about Father?” I asked expecting he had done something great for Hope again.
“No Cal’at.” She said through a wide smile. “It is about you.”
“Me!” I said in disbelief.
“Yes, you. It is a story older than grandfather and even his grandfather, but it is about you.” We were speechless. Mother had told us stories about Hope bringing us mighty gifts from the place where Ti’am sleeps. She had told us of the dark times when Ti’am fought with the other stars to rule the Earth. She had even told us of father flying with Hope to a place far away where people are long like serpents and speak a different language. She had never told stories about someone boring who played with his siblings and only did great things in his dreams.
I could feel my heartbeat in my hands as I clutched my bed in anticipation.
“A long time ago, in the dark times,”
“Cal’at wasn’t around in the dark times. We were born at the same time and I wasn’t there.” Cal’ia cried indignantly.
“I wasn’t around then either, Cal’ia.” Mother said softly. “That is when the story starts. Before Hope or the sun when Ti’am was fighting for the world, for us, he fought a mighty enemy. It was the most clever of all his foes and though Ti’am is mighty it long evaded him and stole from his home and stabbed at him from behind. In his wisdom, Ti’am set a trap for this enemy and long after all of the other stars had admitted defeat and left their children behind on Earth the foe fell into Ti’am’s trap.
“Ti’am had put some of his greatest treasure in a special room in his home. He had shown it to some of the star children and told them of the treasure’s specialness and how he had won each piece. He also told them that he prized these above all else on Earth.
“Some of them told the foe about the treasures and the room where Ti’am kept them. The foe knew that if it stole these from Ti’am he would be angered and the foe thought that would be very entertaining. The foe may also have thought that some of the treasures would help it defeat Ti’am.
“When the foe went into the room and touched the treasures it found that Ti’am had used the gift of a star on them. The foe was bound to the stone of the room and for every item it touched the bond grew stronger. When the foe tried to leave, arms full of treasure, it could not. The invisible bonds held it there, ready for Ti’am to find.
“After a long time Ti’am came to the treasure room and found the foe there. Exhausted from struggling the foe had put back all it had stolen but had not been released. Ti’am saw the foe, tired and bound. He asked if it would yield to him.'Never.' it said and because stars cannot die Ti’am left the foe bound to the room. Not before he used another star gift though. He touched the gift to the foe and it began to scream. Mighty burning venom afflicted the foe and Ti’am told it the venom was to represent its trechery and misdeeds.
“Ti’am again waited a long time. He admired the world the star children were peacefully creating. After a long time Ti’am went back to the room and asked the foe if it would yield. Though the foe struggled and cried out for pain it would say only one thing, 'never'. Ti’am took up another star gift and told the foe that the gift represented its stubbornness. Ti’am touched it to the foe who was bourne to the ground. No longer free of the shackles of the ground the foe discovered weight. Ti’am left it crying in pain and writing in the filth of a ground it had never before touched.
“The star children began to fight amongst themselves. Never over anything of worth or in any lasting way but they squabbled nonetheless. Ti’am went among them and told them that that they should not quarrel. Ti’am told them that if they would stop they would be blessed and given gifts.
“As you know Ti’am gave different gift to the children of each star and they stopped fighting. They would kill to eat, as is only proper, but they no longer fought over the treasures of the Earth. They also stopped caring what others thought of them for they had no need. They had been bestowed each with a distinct gift. As long as they ate and lived they needed no concern for the thoughts of others. That was one of Ti’am’s greatest gifts and the only one he bestowed to them all.
“When the star children had stopped figting Ti’am returned to the room where the foe lay in agony.‘Please’ said the foe, defeated, ‘please release me from these torments. I will serve you forever if you will only stop the pain and weight.’
‘You will serve me for all eternity if I remove these gifts now?’ Ti’am asked.
‘Yes.’ said the foe.
‘Tell me your name.’ said Ti’am.
‘Hu’man.’ it said, wretched and writhing.
‘Then your children shall be the children of Hu’man but you shall, from the day you create them, live in Hope. Hope that I will someday remove the last of these gifts, this binding.’ At that word Ti’am lifted from Hu’man the gift of venom and the gift of weight, which did not belong to it and gave them to children who could use them and would not be afflicted by them.
“Ti’am changed the binding which held Hu’man so that it was bound to the will of Ti’am. Ti’am allowed Hu’man to create its children and it made many with different skills and bodies. All of them bound to Ti’am through Hu’man.
“To keep the children of Hu’man from following in Hu’man’s earlier path Ti’am bound them to one service. Whenever one of the kings of the Earth comes of age they will know to send one of their number to be consumed by the child of Ti’am. Hu’man agreed to this service and its fairness.
“That is how we come to you Cal’at. For your father is king of the Earth as was grandfather and all the males of our line. Tomorrow Cal’at, you come of age and we shall hold the ceremony which has marked that occasion since the dark times.
“Now, go to sleep children. Tomorrow Cal’at is to become Ti’am's favourite of all the children of the Earth.”