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Seriously. Stylewise, soundwise... performancewise... it all makes sense.

Sure she may not be a musical genius, but her music is catchy and fun to dance to. So

She's also got the guts to rebuild herself in her own image and be who she wants to be. No fear!

I seriously don't understand all the haters. To quote the old saying: "If you don't like me, you can turn me off". People spend so much time bitching about shit. Just find what you like, listen to it, have fun.

Bravo Lady GaGa!

*flamesuit on*

Mwuahahaha

Kitty ;D

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/19683525/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/19683525/ Wed, 30 Jul 2008 15:35:08 PDT Heaven form Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here...




*nods to monsieurs Waters and Gilmour

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/15728213/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/15728213/ Thu, 29 Nov 2007 22:09:20 PST
I can hear the spooling up of the ship's engines, whirring up to operational speed and to that pitch where it blends into the background where you don't take note of it and just take it for granted that all is operating as it should.

It's warmer now. Still can't see anything inside my head. Everything is soft and blurry and pink. It's like womb-vision or something. Feel a teensy bit more like myself, so we're ok for now.

I know and feel that the great ones still stirr below, but it doesn't frighten me or crush me anymore. All or almost all is as it should be. Through good deeds and bad we strengthen and solidify our gods and demons. But more than good or evil, there is one energy in endless, surging abundance. And that is beautiful horrible gibbering laughing giant pointy toothed madness in all the colours of the rainbow and more. Cold, heat, terror, joy. Staring into the vortex of infinite power and possibility. This much I can see. THEY'RE AWAKE and it doesn't just make me scared. It makes me every emotion at once, seeing all of time as one single, eternal moment. Every point in space as one point, spread out subconsciously by the simple collective imagination to help them make sense of it.

I see it all as ONE. And I know it is TRUTH. I feel it coursing through me. The power. All warning lights and sirens glowing and blaring like it's the end of the world. But I know it isn't. There is no such thing and I embrace the ONE. Dreams, light, dark, perception as fragile and beautiful as shapes in smoke.

I SAW A FOX tonight. An honest to goodness living, breathing fox. I was walking through the back alley on my way home. I live in the city by the way. It was snowing, like fairy tale snow. Big white flakes against black sky, and there it was. It was walking towards me, at first I thought it was a cat, a big cat. But as it approached I saw that it was indeed a fox. I know foxes. A healthy, non-rabid fox, golden fur with dark limbs. It slowed as we neared it each other and it looked at me before passing beside me, no further than 3 feet away before looking back at me and scampering away into the night. It made me smile. If something like this can happen, it shows me that I'm on the right path, again reaffirms my KNOWLEDGE that fantastical can and does exist in a world of mundanes and their mugglish world is indeed the wool they have pulled over their own eyes...

A good omen indeed.

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/15714490/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/15714490/ Wed, 28 Nov 2007 22:02:42 PST
Most of the time I know exactly who I am and what I look like even if the world is stupid and blind and doesn't see shit.

Other times it's like someone's pulled the cable from the wall and blackness and silence hit like right after the flash and boom of lightning and thunder. Ringing in my ears from the sound and now lack of it. The silence is thick. Only the thumping of my heart. Ominous for whatever sounds it might/could be blocking out. Scraping? Scratching? Moans of pain and fear... No. There's nothing there. Not sure if that's worse.

The mirrors of my mind's eye like black, oily glass. I must find my reflection again... Where's my bloody reflection? My avatar isn't loading. No, not that one. The real one.

Cold... sinking... deep into darkness. Can't see but I know tentacles the size of redwoods roil and move in the crushing black depths. Great, impossibly ancient things suck heat and sanity alike. I want to laugh or cry or scream, just so I can hear something, hear it echo off... anything... I feel it all coalescing like ice on my chest and I know it can see me. I know it knows I'm there. It's taking everything, swallowing it whole and getting stronger. Its eyes are open.

I can't seem to draw anymore. It's been years. Those bits of my brain are missing somehow. Vision seems to be going too. I can't see as well close up as I used to. At first it was just the myopia. Physical pain hasn't registered for ages. Senses failing as I fall into the blackhole of my own mind.

There should be light here. Who turned off the lights? I could see just a moment ago... I can't see me...

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/15441569/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/15441569/ Fri, 09 Nov 2007 22:21:25 PST
The Little Engine That Could reached victory through baby steps. The next gear in that mental drivetrain to success is "I know I can. I know I can."

Some might say that self gratification, the seeking of joy for joy's sake is selfish and doesn't help the world. Bullocks I say. It is the very key to saving it.

If we remain conscious of our connection to the world and every living and non-living thing in it when we attain joy, we unlock a great secret, and that secret is just how little energy it takes to help people when we are happy, whether it be to bring a smile to their faces, make them laugh, help them carry their groceries, aid them in time of need... In enlightened states we become attuned to the knowledge of our infinite power, not only to help ourselves but improve every iota of matter and energy in the Universe.

When we are feeling down, feeling afraid, full of worry, stress and doubt, that's when we pull in. Afraid that energy, thoughts and deeds aimed at helping others might be lacking when we most need it for ourselves. That last bit of fuel to get you to safety, those last few inches of rope to pull you out of trouble. Tragic black comedy the holding back of infinite power for ignorance of having it. Its evidence is all around us in subtle and not so subtle hints. The silver linings of clouds, a small but determined flower growing up from the cracks in the pavement. Power all around us. In us.

Think of the truly awesome and amazing things that humankind.. nay, humans.. no, just downright people have achieved throughout the ages because they believed in their power, in themselves and their ideas, bolstered by like minded masses or even sometimes not depending on the strength of their own belief.

Resonant frequency is the key. When you feel it, you will know you are on the right path. It will make you smile. But you have to make noise, you have to sing the music of your lives through your actions and words and seek the harmonics that will unlock inifinity of power and possibility.

K.

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/14946951/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/14946951/ Sat, 06 Oct 2007 20:47:13 PDT
Yes, FASA is dead and gone and so it seems their fantastic, fun and brilliant game world of fast planes, big guns and sexy dames has perished along with it Where will I get my dose of swashbuckling aerial adventure in an alternate history where everything is bigger than life? It looks like nowhere these days...

WizKids bought the rights to the board game element and came out with a CLIX-style version of the original content and LET IT DIE. When I contacted them to ask them what they had in mind for the franchise, I was told: "Um.. well we've already done it haven't we? We have ABSOLUTELY NO IMAGINATION and can't possibly think of anything new and original ourselves beyond figuring out how to CLIX-ify existing content."

I'm probably letting my bitterness flavour the paraphrasing I'm applying in the retelling of their response, but you get the idea Gone are the days where you could design your own planes and their pilots, roll up their stats, paint up the miniatures and have at it! Nope, now it's all about the money. You play what we sell you, you want more? You buy more! And we can't even do that anymore. Once you've bought it all, that's it. Notice that there are NO MORE Crimson Skies fans sites out there anymore? No more community sites? Why do you think that is? The imagination was sucked right out of the equation... With Magic The Gathering at least the creators got to flex their creative muscles a bit, but I swear, having witnessed the game's explosive coming into being and what Magic cards still sell for to this day, I'm sure they're LAUGHING THEIR WAY TO THE BANK. Maybe some of them have even died laughing? Who's to say? I would have I'm sure.

Microsoft's treatment of the franchise was almost just as bad. The original computer game was A BLAST! Despite its initial bugs and the fact that you couldn't really design your own planes from scratch (so much for the modding community on that one!), you could still soup up, mod and choose your colours before taking to the skies in a game with brilliant missions, attention to detail, fantastic music, voice acting and game play. People used to have fansites to proclaim the skill of their squadrons and fly their colours with pride.

The sequel: High Road To Revenge promised improved graphics, downloadable map packs and new planes... and you know what they did? Do you know what they told the CS fans of the PC community that had rallied around Crimson Skies and loved it (as they still secretly do)? They said SCREW YOU. YOU NEED TO BUY AN X-BOX TO PLAY IT.

Ok. In a world driven by marketing where in some places, people who have no food and no shelter have cellphones because they've been led to believe they can't live without tech bling, I suppose this tactic works if ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS $. Big flash bucks, hang 'em high and damn the returning customers... The game was fun, I can't deny that, the graphics were gorgeous, but they turned the bloody thing into an arcade game, even more than the original I mean power-ups! Really!

Ugh. Jordan Weisman, Dave McCoy, those who love the world of Crimson Skies that you created WEEP at what's happened to it in your absence. I sometimes go through my gaming notes and find an old FASA CS plane sheet, either victorious from a battle with a bit of battle scars to give it character or downright cored (like an apple) from a spectacular battle and I remember how much fun we used to have. The wave of nostalgia is strong, as are the sense of loss and fury of the game's demise... the type of thing that makes me write rants like this.

If it wasn't for my very good friend JystDave ramping up to running the gang through a roleplaying campaign set in the world of CS, I'd be sadder than I am. We'll have a blast I'm sure and I'm getting really psyched for it. I'm sure we'll do the spirit of Jordan Weisman and Dave McCoy's creation proud.

Not much in the way of thanks to WizKids and Microsoft I can tell you... Not any more anyway.

Kitty

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/14616013/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/14616013/ Thu, 13 Sep 2007 11:22:22 PDT
]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/14500030/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/14500030/ Wed, 05 Sep 2007 09:51:09 PDT Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself

Did a large procession wave their
Torches as my head fell in the basket,
And was everybody dancing on the casket?

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

I will never say the word
"Procrastinate" again; I'll never
See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
I didn't apologize for
When I was eight and I made my younger borther
Have to be my personal slave

Did a large procession wave their
Torches as my head fell in the basket,
And was everybody dancing on the casket?

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

So I won't
sit at home
anymore
and you won't
see my head in
the window
and I won't
be around
ever anymore
and I'll be up there on the wall at the store

I returned a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself

Did a large procession wave their
Torches as my head fell in the basket,
And was everybody dancing on the casket?

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/13689971/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/13689971/ Wed, 11 Jul 2007 01:03:46 PDT
When we look at those with different belief systems than our own, we can sometimes find ourselves not understanding those systems, sometimes even feeling put off, victimized or just generally at odds with them. The reason for this, is that un-enlightened individuals throughout history have taken the writings of their belief systems as literal truths, and worse still, have misunderstood them, applied them and even taught them. It is my firm belief that all religious writings throughout history, every children's story, in fact every work of fiction (yes, I said it: fiction, keep reading please) ever written have been written in metaphors. It is within these matephors that we can find some of the greatest, shining gems of truth, about ourselves, the world (nay, universe) around us, how we fit into it and how to be the best that we can be.

The literal components of these metaphors, through no fault of their own, have been and still are written within the context of understanding of the times, and as we all know, understanding changes as we evolve as people, as cultures and as a species. The truths don't change, merely the way in which we tell the stories, in the hopes that they will be understood by the people we're telling them to. Yes, un-enlightened individuals of EVERY and ALL groups of people throughout time and space have caused misunderstanding, dislike, even pain and suffering. But to focus on these negative aspects, to not see the good, the loving, and the great that every enlightened being (and those on their way there) have given us throughout history and have to offer for the present and the future to come is not healthy, nor constructive.

If we love people, heck even just like them, if we have faith in them, in their kindness, their goodness and the things that they have to offer, then it really should make no difference what they believe. They can believe that the world is an open-faced tuna sandwich balanced on the head of a squid and there are 6.022 times 10 to the power of 23 gods in the form of hamsters, that's ok by me if the truths they find in their explorations of themselves and the universe around them bring them the peace and strength they need to help make the world a better place.

None of us have the same belief, deep down inside that is. There are so many factors involved, but it boils down to the fact that we don't see things the same way, we don't hear things the same way. We basically don't experience things the same way. Our senses are different, our brains are different and we use our brains and logic to fill in the gaps. You observe Fred getting onto a train at point A, you later witness Fred getting off the train at point B. Your brain says then obviously Fred rode the train from point A to point B. If you didn't actually observe him, Fred could have hoped out the other side, jumped into a sports car raced to point B and reversed the process at the other end. Heck, he could have been abducted by aliens, filled with probes up the wazoo and returned. You JUST DON'T KNOW. I could go into quantum-physics-y stuff and talk about how we affect everything we experience merely by experiencing it and expand upon that to suggest that our beliefs in part shape the experiences we have and that's why we can't truly for 100% be sure that the next guy isn't right. But I won't...

Be good.

K. ^_^

]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/9660493/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/9660493/ Wed, 09 Aug 2006 07:43:37 PDT There's no kind of atmosphere,
I'm all alone,
More or less.
Let me fly,
Far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.

I want to lie,
Shipwrecked and comotoase,
Drinking fresh,
Mango juice,
Goldfish shoals,
Nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun. ]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/9048419/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/9048419/ Mon, 12 Jun 2006 15:34:53 PDT
No decent flying weather in weeks... I'm starting to get depressed

The aerobatic kite is getting a workout though! o_0

moo. ]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/8834103/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/8834103/ Sun, 21 May 2006 10:48:02 PDT
As a child, as far as science fiction is concerned (and I use this term to mean living in a technological level higher than our own) I was raised on three things: Star Wars, Star Trek and Dr Who. Certainly Battlestar Galactica, Space 1999, Buck Rogers and the others played a part, but these were the big three.

Over the years I have watched Lucas slide into senility and the Dark Side of the Force that is excessive product placement, flash and hullabaloo instead of the joy of telling a good and solid story in a way that appeals to intelligent beings of all ages. Walking out of a theater feeling like I've just been ripped off by a particularly sleazy used car salesman. I had faith that Lucas' love for the universe he created was as strong as it was for the people who he inspired through his works. People claim that it was impossible for them to meet the expectations of the fans. Rubbish. I have a couple of examples (one being the new BSG) and the other below to proove them SO utterly wrong.

Star Trek seems to have slowly devolved over time as the insecure fanboy types who grew up on it got old enough to write for it. I swear, their heads may be among the stars, but I think they've forgotten their brains. It's always a bunch of angtsy idiots going through the pomp and circumstance of being a ship's crew but as through the eyes of whiney infants. First of all, I cannot possibly believe in a future society that is so clean (with a big loving smile to my sadly, dearly departed Firefly *sniff*), and secondly, how on fricking earth did a loser like Harry Kim ever graduate from Star Fleet Academy??? Endlessy whining about getting home to his parents. For the love of crimony man, move on! Revel in the opportunity to explore the unknown that you have been given! And every character is a half Q, half Borg, half Klingon, half Vulcan with a penchant for revenge *GROAN* If you want to show me the Star Trek universe which I still love despite those that apparently inhabit it, remember what it is about, exploring the unknown both outside and within. Hell, show me a series about garbage men in the Star Trek universe and I'll be happy as a clam

And now we come to the shining JEWEL. Doctor Who!!! Not only has this show retained its brilliance of writing, making you think and appealing to an intelligent audience of all ages, it has actually GOTTEN BETTER! The people making the show now CLEARLY love it with all their hearts as I do! ^_^ A mature, understanding and thinking love, not like the silly fanboy crushes that ST writers seem to have for their subject matter. The writers, cast and crew have brought such an endearing compassion to our heroes, you don't just like them, you LOVE them! They make us laugh, cry, shake our fists in anger or look at the world around us with a new sense of wonder and love. THey use CG, but they know how to mix the visuals with the horror of "not seeing the monster"! Lucas, in his intro for the "special" ed Empire said that he was unhappy with the original because he didn't get to show the Wampa because it's not scary if you don't see the monster... I guess he's never watched Hitchcock

In Doctor Who, our heroes can be flawed without being broken, they approach the challenges they face with heart, guts and mind/ They show us that a little understanding can go a long way, that things aren't always what they seem. They show us that loss is part of life, and that without loss, as painful as it can sometimes be, we cannot appreciate the new. They teach us, most importantly that WE DO THE THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO US NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE EASY, BUT BECAUSE THAT THEY ARE IMPORTANT.

^_~

k. ]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/8035346/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/8035346/ Wed, 01 Mar 2006 08:00:08 PST
Of things that look the same, the lawnmower assumes we are all blades of grass.

It has no eyes and little in the way of reasons to see us as anything but.

The cut flower stem would shake its severed fists at the sky if it still had them, would scream but for its cut off head.

All the while wondering if it is truly right for lawn to be mown in the first place and whether lawn should expect it to be so.

Such is life when you can't escape the mower in a world of assumptions and blind boxes... Only those with their heads to the ground truly see the difference, and even they can be swayed by common concensus. ]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/7437379/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/7437379/ Wed, 28 Dec 2005 05:42:32 PST So I do, and the log cracks, pops, yelps and runs away...
My wife looks startled so I say, 'LOG? I thought you said DOG!'."

^_~

Gotta luv Uncle Red!

I can't think of anything else to write other than that I must work today o_0
So off I go into the wild work yonder! ...which I'm actually hoping will be nice and quiet this week... ]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/7327595/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/7327595/ Fri, 16 Dec 2005 12:14:02 PST

'nuff said!

K. ]]> ~LedKitty http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/7278449/ http://LedKitty.deviantart.com/journal/7278449/ Sat, 10 Dec 2005 23:21:22 PST
I just don't think I can enjoy conversations with intellectuals anymore.


The act of having to acrobatically dodge and parry my own words riposted at me exhausts me. I can't play those games anymore. Intellectuals always seem to make me feel like an idiot, always uncomfortable, on the defensive, like traps are being laid to throw my words back at me. If I'm speaking pasisonately about something I care about, the reflections are all the sharper, all the more hard and stinging. But it is a game to them, and they know how to play it well. They also know to keep reserves of intellect to bring to bear when I tire, when my brain just can't seem to pump out the right words.

I hate that game, and can't help but notice that when I have conversations with down to earth people that the words I use, even if incorrect, don't matter as much because they hear the message of my heart. Rich vocabularies do not necessarily make for rich messages, and turning conversations into battles of wit, even if done with lightness of heart don't help much either. True conversation isn't just words. It certainly isn't a competition. I simply don't have the mental horsepower left for such.

I'm sure intellectuals don't like me much, like I'm annoying, ignorant fluff of some kind... I just don't have the energy or the love of ther game to prove them differently. Nor to I think I really care to.

I love my cats. They speak only when needed. Whether it is because they need to communicate something, or because I need to hear something.

I swear I feel a growing need to go into full blown hermit mode again... I need quiet... Too much everything... I must be getting dumber indeed. I've forgotten so much about so many things. Charred, smoking ruins they feel like... ]]> ~LedKitty