Poprocks and Coke

[Brilenus]

No, you did not come off as rude. I just offer to help in the few instances where my specialties could be useful, and it does not suprise me one bit that some people would rather not have help.

I do understand wanting to do things on your own though, as it is how I tend to do things. It is much easier to learn certain things if you do not have help, though it is also harder in a way. Hopefully you will learn quickly, and solve your problems without creating more.

May all go well.

[snowangel]

Things have gotten better with the main person I have little mind chats with, though it seems to have come at the expense of having everything else going bad, both psionic and mundane. My cd player now refuses to play anything past the third track without skipping with the exception of the one thing I shouldn't be trying to meditate while listening to, and most electronics don't like me right now.

Kirt said I had been messing up some stuff on her end for the past few nights on Friday and Chris complained that he was getting too overloaded and announced that whoever better stop or he'd send something back. It continued. An exploding ball rolled down what Chris imagined as a pipeline between him and whoever sent it, and Kirt gets nailed.

But my healing stuff is actually getting decent, so I can fix the mess of headaches I cause. Oh goody. I'd rather have something to stop them from starting, preferably in the form of having a grip on things more than now.

The kid dreams are returning, along with memories of the ones that happened back when I shouldn't be able to remember. Like first grade, kindergarten little. And the little splotches of town that seem to have been gently woven into the dreamscape. It puzzles me why I have yet to run across anyone over the age of fourteen there, but dreams do that. I already am starting to be able to piece together the patchwork, and it makes me happy.

[Brilenus]

You might want to have Kirt make a specialized shield in cases like that. A shield to catch outgoing energy and channel it into the earth works quite well for solving problems like that before they begin.

For your healing, try making a construct that constantly repairs your energy-body to its normal state. If you create it correctly, and powerfully enough, it will keep most headaches from occurring, and then automatically help remove any that do occur.

No clue how to help with your problem with electronics, its a major problem of mine as well. My mouse will move around the screen on its own, click at random, or not click when I hit the button. On the plus side, I have gotten a little bit of control now and then - nothing like reaching for the mouse only to find that the song you wanted to start just started itself as if you double-clicked it.

Hope all goes well.

[snowangel]

I ended up fixing the issue with Kirt, but not before figuring out a few things, like that she does the astral equivalent of cow tipping without knowing about it until a particularily nasty one bites her. I thought at first she was talking about something that sounded like a tuft of fluff called dreamwalking until I remembered the construct thing I made when someone pestered me halfway through a level in Katamari Damacy.

Anyways, I did up a return to sender thing keyed to her energy and plan to tell Chris about it, see if I can get him to talk to her about it since anything more coming from me might make a drama split with whipped drama and little bits of nuts on top. Mainly us.

Momma's going to the hospital on Thursday night or Friday morning, depending on which you consider 5am to fall under. And may be going into surgery, depending on whether the stress has rendered her a better candidate for the loonie bin. I don't blame her. She's in to get cut into, and possibly later made to glow in the dark. I would at least be in dire need of some Monty Python in her shoes, if not having entirely lost it.

[snowangel]

I want to rip my hair out. The link with Kirt is slowly shutting down again, but the other one is down enough we're back to short pings like in the old days. I don't need this, I really don't. This is the one person I can really talk to, and the connection gets downed the day after my mom finds out the other half of her thyroid needs to come out because the half they took out had some bad bumps on it. She went in on Valentine's Day and I stuck around just long enough for her to go under. Normally I can handle a stay there, but this simply was too much for me.

Finally figured out what I was supposed to do with the kid dreams and the riverbed under the bridge. I pushed myself back there and found that the state of mind lent itself rather well to some things.