audentior_ito: (sessh waffles)
2012-02-19 03:17 pm
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Silver's Guide to Household Gnomes

Gnomes: An Overview:
Many people hear the word "gnome" and think of lawn gnomes, the little statuettes that straddle the fence between adorable and creepy and wear tall pointy hats. They always seem to be old men, too. What gives? This guide is not about those kinds of gnomes.

The little critters referred to in this guide do not have a proper name of their own. They more closely resemble Terry Pratchett's Nac Mac Feegle than semi-cherubic dwarves. Perhaps someone appropriated "gnome" from them and it has since become disassociated with them, or perhaps they liked the sound of it and decided to borrow it. Their tendency to borrow things in general would suggest the latter.

The household gnome ranges from 4" to 6" tall, on average. They are bald. Their facial features are flattish and nondescript, and it is nearly impossible for a non-gnome to distinguish one from another. (Rather like ants). It is difficult to catch a glimpse of them, because they are exceedingly fast and always seem to know when a human is approaching. Some theorize that the gnomes have some extra sense that allows them to do this, while others believe that gnomes possess some camouflage ability which they use to hide from humans who would have otherwise seen them. If you do see a gnome, be warned: They are adorable. This is absolutely a defense mechanism evolved over centuries of mischief-making. No matter how much trouble they create, how deeply you want to just stomp on the first one you see, you will not be able to. Somehow the cornered gnome manages to be more adorable than a basketful of kittens with tiny hats. Baseball hats.

Speaking of head-ware: gnomes generally wear hoods over their little bald heads. The hood and other apparel of the gnome identifies which type of gnome it is. Gnomes are color-coded. Although war and inter-gnome conflict is totally unknown, the gnomes do adhere fairly strictly to their color-coded tribes. Tribes may work in coordination with each other, but they rarely interact much and different tribes always live in different parts of the house (or school, or what have you. They've expanded their operations beyond households).

Gnome Types by Color:
Yellow: The yellow gnomes are a bright, canary yellow. Their primary area is stealing/borrowing or simply relocating glasses. They also enjoy loosening the tiny screws that hold the glasses together. In recent decades they have expanded their arena to include contact lenses, magnifying glasses, crystal balls and tarot cards.

Blue: Blue gnomes can come in an assortment of shades, but generally are Crayola crayon blue. Their area is wallets, keys, and other small yet important items they find laying around (this can include ATM cards, USB drives, and iPod shuffles). Blue and yellow gnomes usually confine themselves to merely moving said items, as opposed to stealing them. They will occasionally borrow something, but it usually turns up eventually and often somewhere inexplicable. Check your fridge and freezer often if you suspect blue gnomes are involved.

Red: These are the most common variety of gnome. Almost every residence has a colony, even if there are no other gnomes. They also can be found in hotels, laundromats, and now and then at gyms. The red gnomes (a bright tomato red) are sock stealers. As any person who has ever done laundry probably knows, they rarely steal an entire pair of socks, leaving their victim with an ever-growing number of mismatched socks. While red gnomes have been known to return a sock or two, this is rare. In recent years, red gnomes (by far the most fractious of the gnomes) have escalated their mischief. Research suggests that they are also behind underwear stealing, tears or stains on clothing that you don't remember getting, stocking runs, shoes which have become uncomfortable overnight, and things you were sure you removed from your pockets before running the washing machine. A few gnome experts also believe the red gnomes are behind hat hair, but in my opinion this is wishful thinking, and rather unfair to the gnomes.

Green: Green gnomes are decidedly less common than their brethren, though they are by no means unknown. These little creatures come primarily in lime green, but have also been cataloged in teal and sea foam green. No one is sure why. Green gnomes adore switches, and have evolved more recently than some other varieties of gnomes. Light switches have long been favorites of theirs, but all the technology available today offers them a wide range of amusement. Luckily for us all, they have no hacking or password-cracking ability. At the first evidence of the presence of green gnomes (which are not restricted to the domicile), it is highly recommended that you lock your phone and other gadgets. Still, green gnomes are only beginning to branch out into the world of touch screens, tablets, smart phones, and so on. They are more likely to flip light switches, turn timers off or on, reset your alarm, and push buttons on your stereo/television.

Black: Black gnomes are some of the first gnomes and can be found in more environments than any other variety. They are licorice black and some of the peskiest creatures alive (excepting possibly red gnomes and fruit flies). These gnomes are responsible for phantom movements & sounds, and for things you think you see out of the corner of your eye. Although most gnomes are linked to places (home, school, office, gym), new research has suggested that a small tribe of black gnomes is linked to a specific person, and follows them about wherever they might be. Other gnome tribes can have colonies as large as several hundred, but a unit of black gnomes is usually fewer than twenty.

Purple: Purple gnomes do things like drain batteries, set clocks forward or backward by a few minutes, make locks stick, and sneak things out of the dishwasher before you run it and put them back in afterward so it looks like those items simply did not get clean. Also, when you need a particular screwdriver or other tool, they ensure you can only find the ones you don't need.

Brown: *BREAKING NEWS* Earlier editions attributed the movement of spices in your pantry/spice cabinet to purple gnomes. It turns out this was not accurate. Although purple gnomes do conceal needed tools, it is the brown gnomes that move spices. In addition to this, brown gnomes will take food out when no one is around so that it spoils faster. If they are antagonized, they will switch your salt and sugar. Brown gnomes are actually quite friendly gnomes, and generally quite placid when occupying a well-used, well-loved kitchen.

Chartreuse: *BREAKING NEWS* While researching gnome activity for a particular individual, a previously un-cataloged gnome was discovered. The chartreuse gnome creates stains on ceilings and walls, will hide and then reveal cracks in order to cause momentary panic and confusion while you attempt to remember if that crack has always been there, and will divert leaks so you can never find the source. Chartreuse gnomes have also been discovered to chip paint or scratch walls/ceilings/baseboards, etc, so at first glance you think there is an insect (or arachnid) where there is merely an imperfection.

White: The existence of the white gnome has only recently been confirmed, and it has yet to be determined exactly what they do.

Coping With Gnomes:
There is no proven method of removing or exterminating gnomes once they have taken up residence. As discussed earlier, direct confrontation is impractical because they are too cute. The diet and physiognomy of gnomes is almost completely unknown, and attempts to poison them as one would rats or roaches have been utterly ineffective.

That said, if you are experiencing difficulty with gnomes, there are steps you can take. Most gnomes can be easily deterred simply by removing opportunity for them to create mischief. This is why highly organized people, or those with extremely rigid routines, or some people living with OCD, rarely have gnome trouble. Putting things away and always in the same place makes it very difficult for gnomes to move things. This strategy is almost completely useless with black gnomes, however.

Aside from morphing into a neurotic, obsessively organized individual (no offense to those of you who are naturally that way), one's options for discouraging gnome activity is limited. This is in large part due merely to our ignorance of gnomes. For example, a household with a large number of glasses-wearers might seem like it would harbor a correspondingly large colony of yellow gnomes. In some cases, however, the colony of yellow gnomes in such a residence is minute, while the blue gnome colony in the same residence is unusually large. It also seems that an individual can somehow attract or deter certain types of gnome, but how or why is yet unknown.

Gnome activity is generally harmless, though at times frustrating. One can cultivate a fairly comfortable relationships with gnomes by viewing their antics as a game, and playing along. When gnomes and their humans are in harmony, gnomes have been known to create positive surprises for their counterparts. A prime examples of this is finding money unexpectedly, such as in the pocket of a coat. The more amicable you are with gnomes, the more likely they are to return items and do so in a timely fashion. Patiently indulging the gnomes in your life will not attract more gnomes. Gnome populations are fairly stable, and are generally determined by the opportunities available for each type's brand of peskiness. Where there are no glasses to relocate, you will find no yellow gnomes. (Well, maybe one or two for the occasional guest, but they hardly count). Should you choose to open hostilities against gnomes, however, their populations are sure to grow almost exponentially. Do not make the mistake of thinking that because you are human, and therefore bigger and arguably more intelligent, that you will be the victor in such a conflict. Hostile gnomes escalate quickly from mere switch-flipping and object-moving to genuinely dangerous acts. Despite no evidence that gnomes communicate verbally, almost any colony has a ninja or two on call, and they have been known to lure bears or Jehova's witnesses to their target's house.

No one understands better than I how difficult it can be to smile in the face of gnome mischief, but it is a much better course than finding fire ants in your bed because you aggravated the local gnome population.

I hope this guide was illuminating and helpful. If you have a question that was not answered here, or a section you would like to see, please leave a comment. Additionally, any information you have on gnomes is always welcome and (once verified) will be incorporated in this text with appropriate credit and citations.
audentior_ito: (city of fog)
2011-08-25 12:18 am
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A San Francisco Giants Bedtime Story, part 1

Once upon a time, in the best city in the whole world, which happened to be on a gorgeous bay, there was a baseball team. They called themselves the Giants, & they were renowned for being scrappy, for their absurdly amazing pitching, and for having the best eye-candy in baseball. But, unbeknownst to the team & their legion of faithful fans, a dark wizard had placed an evil and insidious curse on them. Soon, it seemed the mighty kingdom they had built was crumbling to bits. Being the scrappy heroes that they are, however, they did not give in to the curse's dark power. Instead, they struggled against its evil influence with their every breath. They suffered greatly whilst defending their kingdom and were forced to leave behind many wounded as the year wore on. The curse's power seemed to grow ever stronger, until they were nearly all beaten down by it. Yet their legions of followers continued to stand behind them, & the Giants drew on their support & on their combined strength, refusing to yield to the wizard's dark power. In those moments when all hope seemed lost, when there appeared to be nothing heroic left in any of them, a spark would flare & set new light blazing through their hearts, spurring them to victory, to the new day.

(Originally crafted on Twitter for @elevenOH7).
audentior_ito: (sessh waffles)
2011-06-04 04:56 pm
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(no subject)

If you put your headphones in the wrong ears (switch left & right), is that the musical equivalent to reading words on glass from the wrong side?
audentior_ito: (bleach)
2011-05-31 11:22 pm

Faces - 1

I am not a photographer. My ability to draw is inconsistent and people are not my strong suit, so a self-portrait is not within my capabilities. But again, as I have so often in the past, I find myself looking at an uncharted future and asking: "Who am I now?"

This is not the answer. Just an answer. No, more like fragments of an answer. Alone they don't convey very much. Together they take on a shade more meaning, but it still falls short of identity.

Who am I? Who will I be?

Where am I going?

In writing this, I hope to ease some of the hurt, bleed off some of the pressure I feel. A shunt for the panic, if you will.

I have loved. I have been left behind.

I wake up every morning, and so far I have managed to get out of bed each time. I count this as a good thing.

What am I doing?
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-05-31 11:19 pm

New Writing Project

A semi-fictionalized memoir project. Not sure what order the chapters will be in, but I'm planning on posting them, since I am not sure this sort of thing will ever be published. A nice thought, though.

So. First one to come in a bit. Look for it.

P.S. I can't condense my thoughts properly for entries right now. Sorry. I want to be updating...but most things I write feel like I'm lying to myself.

P.P.S. Also, poetry to come.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-05-24 11:40 pm
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(no subject)

I'm just another faceless
shape in the crowd,
another life drifting by untouched,
unknown.
Wanting to run, flinging
myself headlong into your awareness
as if it would make a difference.
Just another useless daydreamer
watching the world go by.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-05-24 11:37 pm
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(no subject)

Take a step toward reality
away from daydreams,
pleasant fantasies
as nourishing as air
and substantial as the cobwebs
accumulating on that future
you so recently set aside.

It's a beautiful day.
You're enjoying it alone
and returning home to no one.
But the fragrance garden
laces the air and weighs it down
with nostalgia and comfort
and something unidentifiable
that makes you feel better.
audentior_ito: (city of fog)
2011-05-18 10:48 pm
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Interlude with Robert

[I know this can be improved on, but I think it isn't too bad for a first attempt.]

Another day to pace away,
a mask that lies "It's all okay,"
if it's what you need to hear
in front of you, it's all I'll say.

Alone, I fight to push back fear
that I'll never again let someone near
or taste a kiss without a twinge,
the tragic visions of a seer.

Thinking back, I flinch and cringe,
edges of memory wilt and singe.
I hold back tears I wish to weep,
find a new dream on which my hope to hinge.

My thoughts are clouded, dark and deep,
And Frost's words into my mind do creep:
"And miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep."
audentior_ito: (bleach)
2011-05-17 12:36 am

Lights Go Out in the 2nd Car of the N Judah

We rattle through darkness,
briefly illuminated in fluorescence,
but most of the tunnel lights are out.
No one is bothered,
no one looks up.
Occasional faces lit in ghostly
white, soft glows of LCD screens,
unperturbed as long as they have Signal--
perpetually connected
IVs of social media.
I am the only one who reacts,
grinning broadly into the shadows,
gleeful, joyous.
The tunnels are always an adventure:
2-minute free-falls
through my personal Wonderland,
only improved by more darkness
and half-glimpsed faces of other passengers
who are inconvenienced, but no more.
I want to laugh madly, cry violently.
In the anonymous oblivion
I can be anything,
feel everything,
my imagination boiling over.
audentior_ito: (cat)
2011-04-15 08:46 pm

In Which In Santa Cruz, We Are Sun-Kissed

I am down in Santa Cruz with Maggie. I arrived yesterday evening. It took me about 3 hours to get here via Muni, CalTrain, and the 17 Bus. Maggie and her friends, Katie & Megan, picked me up at the bus station and took me back to their house. Then Maggie and I went out to Shogun for Japanese food. Mmmm, yummy. Only Maggie started to get sick, we're still not sure why, and that put a damper on our evening. Still, once we were back at the house and she was feeling better, we made ourselves comfortable on the couch and watched Ten Inch Hero on Merpet. Maggie let me sleep in her bed, and she took the couch.

This morning we went to Safeway and bought Oatmeal and sourdough bread for toast. We came back and had breakfast, and then went for a walk along the coast to Natural Bridges beach. We clambered on the rocks and sat for a little while, and then strolled leisurely back. Once back, we made toast and tea, and then decided to go see a movie with Megan and Katie. We went to see Hanna, which was really good. A lot of fun. And then we went to Betty Burgers for food. It was yummy.

Now we are back at the house. Maggie, Megan, and Katie are ordering their Greek Week gear, and then I think we are going to watch some episodes of Friends. I am sunburned, but not too badly. I think. It has been a fun visit.

It's fun seeing where Maggie is living and meeting her friends.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-04-12 10:30 pm
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The Revised & Updated Devil's Dictionary - T

Twit (n.): An underutilized British insult for an oblivious half-wit.

Twat (n.): Derogatory term for female genitalia; A likewise underutilized British insult for a woman who exemplifies the least appealing qualities, in combination, of a toad and gnat.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-04-12 10:28 pm
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The Revised & Updated Devil's Dictionary - O

Over-sensitive (adj.): a term which, once employed, allows others to immediately dismiss the emotions and thoughts of the person to whom it is applied.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-04-12 10:21 pm

The Revised & Updated Devil's Dictionary

For those not familiar, The Devil's Dictionary was a book by Ambrose Bierce. I'm not sure why, but at Barnes & Noble it is usually found in the "fiction/literature" section. I would put it in reference or humor, personally, but whatever. It's a satirical dictionary (not a complete one) defining words and terms with Ambrose Bierce's cynical, venomous wit. I got a copy for Christmas a few years ago, with great illustrations.

I am thinking it might need an update. It was originally published in 1906 (under the title The Cynic's Word Book), and although a century is nothing in the grand scheme of things, I feel modern culture has created a need for some new entries.

So I will be posting entries for the revised and updated lexicon. I hope you enjoy them.
audentior_ito: (tsuruga ren)
2011-04-11 11:34 am
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(haiku)

Koi skirting pond edge
Cherry blossoms on surface
I am also shy
audentior_ito: (tsuruga ren)
2011-04-11 11:33 am

(haiku)

Wisteria drips
pale purple to ground below.
Tears I cannot shed.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-04-11 11:30 am

Homecoming

Here I am again,
always a part of you,
lost in you--reveling--
I find myself again.
Revelation.
Spring a green firework explosion
(hanabi)
across your landscape.
Grief, love, joy, heartbreak
--they are all seasons passing on
as spring's green will soften into summer.
I am always a part of you,
perhaps nothing more.
I can content myself with that,
give my heart only to you
who will never forsake me.
audentior_ito: (cat)
2011-04-11 11:22 am
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In Which We Go to the Hagiwara Tea Garden & Have A Good Morning

This morning I went to the Japanese Tea Garden during it's free admission hour. The people who have taken over the tea shack (that's how I always thought of it) and the gift shop are doing an amazing job. I can't wait to go there and order stuff, and I want to buy the whole gift shop. It's really such an improvement I can't even begin to say.

So I wrote some poems while I was there, and I am going to post them in separate entries. But I just wanted it out there what was going on with them. The Tea Garden is much more crowded in the morning during their summer hours than their winter ones. It was hard to properly enjoy it. Maybe if I get there earlier on Weds. We'll see, right?

It's weird being home. I had a nice ride downtown on the N, though. It was nice and empty. Mixed feelings about the "Clipper Card" system. I wonder if Fast Passes from the old days will become valuable collectors items someday. Ha.

OK. Poetry. Look at it.

Oh, I had a nice morning at home. Sourdough toast, tea, web comics. Very pleasant.
audentior_ito: (tsuruga ren)
2011-04-05 09:54 pm
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Colorado Poem

Bare rock along distant cliff face,
jagged slices show the mountain's soul.
The earth reveals her true self
to the sky--
shows her strength, might,
steadfastness--
all for him.
You may be the sky,
infinite, vast, arching over the world,
but I am not the mountain beneath you.
I do not have her deep roots,
her slow, imperceptible changeability.
Mine is not a towering, solid strength.
I am the wind, racing through your vastness.
My strength moves the sea,
it tears at trees,
it beats relentlessly against the mountain.
Always I am chasing you,
in twisting paths I dance over the earth,
yet never reach you.
You are ever beyond my touch
until I am whirling, lost, among distant stars,
alone in a vast universe
without having touched you.

x-posted to Tumblr, Deadjournal. A lot has happened that I need to update, and I am sure I will soon. Sorry for the neglect.
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-02-23 12:41 pm
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I appreciate...

Dear Sirius Bear (Barely-There-Bear, Bearful Bear, Gurgle Bear, Bear-Bear, Yellow Bear, Baka Bear, etc),

You are such a silly creature. I love you so much. You work so hard at being a good puppy, even though you sometimes go about it the wrong way. I'm proud of how much you have learned and how far you have come. When I see you sitting patiently at the back door, waiting to come in, I am astounded. I could bust my buttons with pride. You do your tricks very well, albeit sometimes too enthusiastically. When you are with me, I feel safe. I love that you protect all of us, even from each other. It makes me smile when you take exception to Jesse teasing me and rush in to defend me. Your growl is both menacing and amusing, mostly because so often you appear to be growling at no one. I love watching your coat change color day to day. Today you are an auburn, lovely red-gold. It is very fetching with your red collar with autumn leaves. When I am tired and having a bad day, even the briefest cuddle with you lifts my spirits. Your presence is like being wrapped in a big warm towel after swimming in the chilly Pacific. I am constantly amazed by the expressions you can make, and I love your puzzled expression. You are so devoted, always working hard when I want you to learn something--like getting onto the tall bed all by yourself, even when you didn't want to. It is heartening to see that you are becoming more accepting of people, because I want the humans I love to see how adorable and stupid you are, since you are both in all the best ways. When I approach you or come into a room and your tail wags, I think it is the best greeting anyone has given me. When you look into my eyes, I know that you love me. I swear to care for you, play with you, and cuddle you to the best of my ability for your whole life. You make the silliest faces when you scratch yourself. Your breath always smells terrible, but I don't mind because you have a heart as gold as the rest of you. Please continue to take good care of me, and thank you for being the puppy that helped me overcome my lifelong fears.

All my love,
[redacted]
audentior_ito: (Default)
2011-02-23 12:29 pm
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I appreciate...

Dear Sheets,

Thank you for being part of my family. You are warm and soft, especially the top of your head, which feels like velvet. Your fastidiousness, while sometimes aggravating, is mostly charming, and your sweet sad face is most endearing. I love the way you fold your paws, like a delicate lady, and the way you sit on people's laps as if you were much smaller than your already-small self. It makes me smile to watch you perch in unlikely places, like the back of the couch, or to see you standing on your back legs and looking out the window just like a small child. I know that you do not know you're a dog. You think you're a human, or a cat, or a mountain goat. I know you're a person. I have always heard about the way dogs smell, but I find your smell comforting, it is somewhat sweet and musky, but not strong. It reminds me of sunshine and other warm things. Often you seem to smell rather like cookies. How ever do you manage that? When you choose to be cuddly, I always feel very privileged, because I know you like your space. And even when you are not interested in cuddling, I like that you curl up near me and keep me company. You are such a gentle one, Sheets, that I cannot believe I was ever afraid of you. Thank you for being patient with me during that time. I hope you are as happy being with me as I am with you. It seems to me that you are. It makes me happy to watch you race around the back yard, and I am impressed again and again with your agility. I promise to continue to love you and cherish you, so please keep loving me, too, and surprising me with your personality and amazing feats.

Love,
[redacted]