Ta pig, she flies... with lipstick? And another she... is back. Gah!

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Well, maybe not quite.  But the hog has been given it's last rights, proper care, and packaging plus a bit of smoking and curing, and is ready for my delicate preparations for final disposal... near final.  :p  And guess who is back?

Something about sleeping, waking, and working again.  Yeah, yeah, okay.  I got it.  But when I am on something, and seemingly healthy enough to chase it, I do tend to work myself to the bone.  At least, going to bed at 5:00... 6:00... 7:00... later?  I was up by noon.  A phone call sort of got me going, about the pig, lipstick, flying...  Don't expect things to make logical sense at some points.  I just hope I didn't say anything funny about what was going through my mind, like... if it has wings, can you just hook those up to a battery, and send it to my address?  When dreams and real life conversations collide... it is kind of funny.  She's still looking at me funny, isn't she?  Gah!

I keep uploading cds and keep seeming to get so very few on no matter how fast I work.  I have, 123 albums and 1443 "items", uploaded, after about a day and a half to two days in real hour terms, assuming an 8 hour day, I would guess.  That is, I think right at a half to a third of what has to go on.  I wasn't sure, during the call, if I would be getting up any time soon, so I asked if I could pick up the pork tomorrow.  Tomorrow is fine, and I bet Saturday would even be fine.  It... isn't going to just walk off.  I may try to figure out getting in today, but no promises.  Otherwise it will be Saturday.  I have too much going on tomorrow and I am psychically stuck on the cds.  What was the old lore about throwing down sesame seeds, and a vampire was required to count them?  Something.

Oh, right, an old question.  And I just answered it actually.  In some lore, giants, nephilim, are considered the origins of what we now call vampires.  Not because they drank blood, per se, though it was thought they did pretty much whatever they wanted as they couldn't really be easily stopped.  (Like the joke, what does a 350 pound canary eat?  Whatever it wants!)  It was that they were notoriously hard to kill, thus things like the stake through the heart, burning, even thinking holy water or the crucifix would help.  None of the latter type of things work, of course, as such are beings of flesh too.  Best to, as I have suggested, use a firearm, shoot me a couple of times near where the spine and skull meet, then chop off my head... to be sure.  That was before I was forming the notion of the possibility of being a giant more, for those who have an interest in seeing me dead.  I only offered that advise to save them and me a lot of trouble, mind you.  I'm polite that way.  There were other things, like being very private, the sometimes ability to get in regular people's minds, and being... different in other ways.  No flying, turning into bats or wolves, or much else truly supernatural.  But vampires are from that mythology, and Lilith is the mother of both the children of Cain who bear the mark and nephilim.  Two different blood lines, for sure.  Not at all... allied blood lines, either.  Their is such great enmity between the two that I am surprised their hasn't been all out war.  Then again, one is exceedingly plentiful, populating a whole continent(s?) and then some, if that is held as the truth of such, while the others are only coalescing as genetically functional bodies become available, and are relatively rare yet.  Such was Lilith though.  Divided houses and all seems to be one of her inherent things.  Never mind.  Just stories for grown children.  Boo?

Hmm, no, I won't make it to the butcher today.  June, June, June...  Please stop?  I know, I know...  I just... gotta... do this!

Good day.