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Red Headed B*tch from Hel

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Created on 2011-04-28 00:59:51 (#882841), last updated 2018-03-21 (381 weeks ago)

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Name:	ravenhart
Birthdate:	Jun 23
Location:	New York, United States

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"Unbell the cat. I fear not to be among the damned."~~Morgan Daltry~~

if I have friended you and you are wondering why, it's probably because your journal caught my eye some way or another, either through a community or someone's other journal referred to you, or by a comment you have made that struck me. So, I probably browsed through your journal and checked you out, and just want to read your posts for a bit. Eventually I may comment and you will say "Huh? Who *IS* this person, in which case you are probably here now...so there it is.

"Maturity is what happens when one learns to only give a fuck about what’s truly fuckworthy." ~ Mark Manson

Ahem! Ok. So, (and as by my title, you may have already surmised) I have no aversion to the English language in all it's complexities, variances, slang and use of curse words. None at all. I practice all the complexities, variances, slang and use of curse words myself. you are therefore warned

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...ahem. Oh yes. Bio info.If you are actually intent on reading this, grab a cuppa and sit back.

I am:
of a Shamanistic Celtic pantheon belief system, raised 3 free spirited products of my loins, (whom I love madly, beyond life itself; when I am not screaming in a corner because they have driven me insane once again) along with my two furry companions, Villain and Phellonie (Phellonius DeMeanor...aka Miss DeMeanor.) Villain looks exactly like my late, beloved Sasquatch, a black Hemmingway, and Phelly is a small Maine Coon tortie-tux.

FACTOIDS of PERTINENCE

I have been a computer geek since the days of the Commodore. For years I ran the BBS "The Chamber Door" dedicated to geekdom, Poe-esque intrigue and rife with pagan leanings. Ahh, Telegard. We miss you. *I* miss you. I ran a node for PODSnet, RAVEnet, FIDOnet and others which shall remain secret due to the inherent nature of their being. (Phreak that I was.) Those early skills give me the opportunity to create the websites that I create now. As if I don't have enough to do.

Then I did a stint as "Previously The Official Stalker" of the Celtic band called Kilbrannan until they fell in love with me and adopted me, (heh. No one can resist me for very long...Resistance Is Useless) so I followed them around the NorthEastern part of the country, made lasting friendships and grieved when the band, as it was, retired. I am currently in possession of a stalker wall of immense and shocking proportions. (Ever see "One Hour Photo"? heheh...that's nothin'.) We have now named it "The Official Pre-Museum of Kilbrannan" to foil the police, if they ever chance upon it. Otherwise, dudes...if anything ever happens to any of those guys, I am SO locked up.

Kilbrannan morphed into 'Penny Whiskey'. Paul Runfola - THE best guitarist to ever grace this planet - was, for a time, reportedly spotted whaling on the Bering Sea, climbing Mt. Everest, advancing steadily on the North Pole (hardtack in hand) and rocking out with his mad guitar skilz atop the Empire State Building at midnight. These reports may or may not be true. Delightfully, he has returned to the fold and is now blowing the minds of the audience once again, with Penny Whiskey. Some things in life just...belong.

Kirk McWhorter is still the lead singer, songwriter, band meister, and plays just about every instrument known to mankind. He just can't not do music. Funny, compelling, haunted, tragically flawed: all this and more make him the most magnificently talented person I have ever met.

Paul Kneis (the joker) is the flautist, mandolin player and acoustic guitarist. He is a fine, fine friend. Jon Carlson is one of the most intuitive and accomplished guitarist ever to grace a stage. He can create arrangements out of thin air on a second's notice. Dan Lelito is a sweetheart and a bassist, if those two terms can co-exist together. We share a love of horror movies, quirky English comedians, and cultural trivia. He keeps me on my toes.

I occasionally sing with them. I am blessed.

I sometimes write in 'Dead Journal' and a few other blogs when LJ takes a hit, or when I want to get into that 'other mood' that sometimes freezes small children in their tracks and sets the birds to screaming.

'And she has always lived in the castle...'

I do paranormal research as well, formerly a founding member of the Rolling Hills Paranormal Research Society (RHPRS) at (curiously enough) Rolling Hills Paranormal Research Center, formerly the Genesee County Home, a huge, fantabulously haunted place in E. Bethany NY. It is a gorgeous old building with an unbelieveable history as a tavern, stage house, alms house, insane asylum, women's prison, infirmary and old folks home. It now belongs to someone else, who curiously dissolved the old team and refutes all the evidence we gathered, but I still have it, having been "the keeper of the secrets". We gathered evidence, disproved most of it, and then kept the rest in the "Hmmm...Interesting!" file.

Anyway, if anyone ever tells you "Oh, she's in a dark place", they're probably right, and I probably have a nightshot camcorder in one hand and a recorder in the other to catch the EVP's. Trust me, I've seen shit that would turn a normal person's hair white. But then, define normal. I defy any of that definition to be applied to my description.

For old stuph, check the Calendar. For much with the laughing, check 'Best Of'. For enlightenment, go read someone else's journal. This is just so I can vent and try to figure out wtf.

If you are looking for the most radical, left wing, spooky ethereal black-rimmed eye, witchy-poo type person, I only do that on alternate Wednesdays. Seriously, I study the practice, I uphold the beliefs. I am also a firm believer in living by example, and if I can show that I am a stressed out single mom who loses her shit occasionally, ponders her decisions, cries with a heart and who you might want to get to know and love, all without constantly flapping my bat wings around you and trying to steal locks of your hair, then I have accomplished my goal. I am as ordinary as anyone can possibly be given the bizarre circumstances of life. I may make mention of my beliefs in passing, but I won't thump you over the head with my besom about it. I do have other journals where I write my *spooky* stuph. It's not this one. Deal.

I do post a lot 'for friends only' so if you want more of this, add me.
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"There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad." -Salvatore Dali
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Main cast of characters:

Myself - *THE* Redheaded Bitch From Hel. I can deal with just about anything thrown at me with the exception of lying. Do not. It incurs crispy wrath. Heed this warning, or meet "The Rat Of God".

Magoo - my oldest son, whose driving skilz at 17 sometimes causes us to clutch each other and scream while he motored blithely along. He survived being a Marine in Iraq (so did I, btw, although sanity slipped my grasp a few times during those dark years, early in that war) and is now happily living his life. Quiet, wry, and yet master of the devastatingly funny remark that hits you a few moments later, so that you burst out laughing for seemingly no reason.

Newt - my next oldest son. He is one of the funniest people on the planet. When I am not chasing him around swatting at his head with a cast iron skillet, I am usually doubled over in laughter. My Gerber-baby boy. Go with love, my sweetheart, into your life. I thank every day of my life for you and your siblings. You try so hard. Don't think I don't notice. Not for one moment. He is now the proud papa of two daughters. Yeah. I'm a grandma. Whoa.

Dove - (formerly "Sprite" or "TheNakedSprite" in my BBS days, lol - as a toddler she was a devoted streaker and she would sit on my lap and hammer at the keys when I was dropping chat on someone who had dialed in so that they thought they were talking to some drunken skeev!!) She is my sweet pea. Still my baby, although she can drive me incoherent with a single word at times. She is my heart. I am so proud of you honey. I know the dark places you struggle against, even if you don't believe I do.

and finally, if you've gotten this far, the most important thing you must know about me: I write. A lot.

~~I have been waiting for you. And now the circle is complete~~

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