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So I've finally gotten over my stubbornness and I'm actually making an earnest attempt at becoming computer savvy as apposed to just computer literate.  This is step one.  Step two is figuring out Adobe Illustrator as soon as Klaus gets back to me on a tablet for work.  I'm at least beyond accidentally ordering icky sandwiches with the touch screen.  This will be an ongoing process.

Current Location: Surveillance Room
Current Mood: artisticartistic
29 May 2009 @ 02:34 am
So...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyone need anything built? I've improved my coffee machine twenty times, I think it now has sentience. I'm not sure. Either way, I think I don't need to sleep ever again. It's amazeen...amaaaaazeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.


-El Dorito
Current Location: Navassa, LI
Current Mood: energeticenergetic
Current Music: Dwarven Drinking Songs
27 May 2009 @ 04:23 pm
Dear Alianna,
Here is the list of all my skillz as requested. All of them.

-Trained in the use of the following weapons: Short sword, shield, spear, staff, axe, dagger/dirk, claymore, variety of guns (manual, semi-automatic and automatic), and I've played with a rapier a little bit. Wasn't impressed by it though.

-Extremely proficient in hand to hand combat. And a little bit of boxing. And a little bit of wrestling.

-Can play the guitar (lead and bass), reading tab or sheet music

-Can play the Irish Harp

-Write my own music

-Can sing; More of a stage musical man, but also punk, some folk music and a large variety of Irish and Scottish drinking songs

-I used to be an actor. I'm still pretty good.

-Can cook pretty well

-Can shapeshift into a big scary dog with red glowy eyes with large pointy teeth. I can rip apart a lot of things.

-Can strike much fear in the hearts of men and women by howling.

-Advanced level water mage.

-Can sense, call upon, and speak with the dead.

-Can receive premonitions of when people are going to die.

-Fluent in English, Irish Gaelic and Scots Gael. I'm pretty sure I can pick up a new language really quickly though.

-I can fish. With a pole, my hands and my teeth.

-I can dress myself, and tie my own shoes.

-I can do my hair.

-I can drive a chariot...and a car.

-I can ride a horse.

-I do really good at arts and crafts. I can sew, and glue.

-Show me how to use a new weapon and I can learn it really quickly. I have a knack for acquiring new talents.

I think that's it. Oh, right. I suppose I should include that I'm well versed in seduction and bedroom play. At least that's what a couple goddesses told me. And I'm really good at making straight men think they're gay. Do I get to compete in the pissing contest now?

-Corey Culhainn, new recruit
Current Location: Nightforce Headquarters
Current Mood: pensivepensive
Current Music: What A Mess - SR-71
08 April 2009 @ 01:35 pm
Can I just say, GodDAMN it is hard to find a good avatar these days? If I see one more wispy looking girl saying she's Oh-so-lonely, I might stab a chicken.

Yes, a chicken. Not that I have one around....but when I find one! Ooohhh yes...

But, all joking aside, things are kind of sad over here at the moment. We have the funeral for Art's parents today. I hate funerals. I hate that feeling you get when you see all these people show up to give their condolences but none of them really get it. They all say they're so sorry and they feel your loss, but they don't. They can't really. Seriously though, how can you understand someone's loss when their parents' were senselessly murdered? Hell, even I can only partially understand where Art's at right now. I wish he'd stop drinking. I've never minded the occasional drink now and then but the constant smell of alcohol reminds me of my mom and turns my stomach a little. But how do you ask him to stop? He was so close to his parents. I wish I had had more time to get to know them better. I mean, his mom sat in the middle of the aisle at our wedding because I didn't have any parents.

I'm sorry, I need to stop. I don't want to cry in front of Art and make it any worse.

Current Location: Essex, England
Current Mood: depressedgrieving
08 April 2009 @ 01:02 pm
Alright I'm stuck in a hospital bed. I can't move or I might pull out my stitches. If it weren't for the never ending supply of jello, this might suck.

But Ian's ok. And that's all that really matters. I'm really glad to be able to help. I forget that a lot of these people don't know me as well as I know them seeing as I was around them as a dog for so long. He really seems kind confused by the fact that I'd donate a kidney for him. But it just made sense, I mean, he needed one, I had an extra one...and it was the best match. Is it weird I feel a sort of kinship with him? Maybe its the mutual connection to Lugh. I dunno.

Speaking of which, I hope this doesn't set me back too far on my training schedule...thingy...Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I did it and I could help. But I kinda feel like there was a specific time frame that this whole "Corey-Becomes-Uber-Warrior" plan had to happen in.

Its seriously SO. WEIRD. I've never been much of a fighter. I mean, I love messing with people. Its hilarious. But I've never really fought before. And supposedly I'm a descendant of this great warrior. Which Dad NEVER told me anything about. But he had to know, didn't he? Its been kind of bothering me lately. Why did he never tell me anything about the Otherworld? Or what our heritage was? He made sure to teach me everything about our kind powers wise. I know we're called the Cu Sidhe. I mean, I even remember him speaking Gaelic around me before. Maybe that's why I'm picking up the language pretty easily. I don't think he ever actively tried to teach it to me though....why? He told me he used to live in Ireland. If he's from Ireland originally, then he had to have been to the Otherworld before. What made him leave? Did he know about this destiny that I apparently have?

Whoa, ok. So. If Dad lived in the Otherworld for awhile, then how old was he really? Maybe he'd been around for a long time before he left.....holy crap! What if my Dad was like, around for the World Wars or something? Did Dad know how to fight? No, he can't have. Then we would have been able to kill those assholes who came after him.

My head is spinning now. I really want some answers though. I'm going to go through this training and I'm going to learn everything I can from it. I don't have anything holding me back anymore. Maybe I can find some answers too.

Current Location: The Hospital Bed
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
23 January 2009 @ 02:35 pm
K-bear is gone!

Words, I can't bear this...

Where were her Guardians?! They were all called away... We ask too much of ourselves. Stretched thin enough to break.

I haven't been able to stop the tears. I probably should wash, the stink of grief won't leave.

Where has he taken her? A hospital? A secret spot to grieve? Do the lands of his people even have cemetaries? Did she want to be cremated? Does he even know what he's doing?

Oh god, what about Pip?

I can't see to type anymore.

Current Mood: morosemorose
23 January 2009 @ 01:32 pm
I lost my sunshine.

Am waiting for my meal to cool.

In the meantime, I am sharpening my swords.

Beware the wind at your back. It will signal my return.

Current Location: Philadelphia
Current Mood: coldcold
Current Music: Rage Against the Machine - Renegades of Funk
29 May 2007 @ 06:08 pm

So I most definately need to spend more time away from work. I have locked myself away for far too long and it's beginning to show. This needs to be fixed. The problem is that I am at a loss for what to do. Any thoughts?

Dr. Miakoda Jekyll
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
16 May 2007 @ 11:33 pm

Current Location: New York City
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
16 May 2007 @ 11:32 pm
I have hence disenvowed my mother. She is a crazy, psychotic, vindictive bitch that I refused to ever be associated with ever again. She threatened Tristan with his business, job, AND life if he didn't divorce me. We had a few words and the conversation ended with us slapping one another. Last I heard I was being written out of her will. I don't care.

On a happier note, Tristan now officially had joint guardianship of Josh. Finally. We'll be coming home tomorrow.

Current Location: New York City
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off