Wedding CAKE in the FACE Video!!
Current mood: loved
This is from the after-party back at my family's home in the Poconos, so we were not all dressed up anymore. And yes, I know, we look redneck as all hell, whatever!! LOL And the trumpet, is my Father lol
This is too funny not to post again. AND ProtoTerra DOES use PS3, just look up ProtoTerra or HereticPT
I stay off the thing, I don't wanna end up like Hitler.....I'm more the Ava Braun..German-descended girl who everyone thinks is crazy and loves her "AXIS" hahahha
1-- THE PROTOTERRA DEBUT FULL LENGTH CD IS NOW ON SALE!!
Get your copy now, they are limited edition and come with one of our new stickers.
2 - HACKERS SUCK!! Someone tried to hack me this weekend, HAHA YOU DIDN'T GET ME F**KERS!
3 - We are getting MARRIED this weekend, Saturday the 21st, the Summer Solstice, LITHA, a PERFECT day to start a new life together! A day full of nothing but good energy , the longest day of the year, where light and life are abundant.
Maybe our Mid-Summer's Night's Eve party in the woods will be filled with faeries, or Pan will show his face haha!
Ok, this happy thing isn't me......must stop writing....
-The release of the long awaited debut full-length ProtoTerra album, in limited edition too, so get your copy quick!
-AxIs's birthday falls on Father's Day, all should give their respects to the "Father of the New Breed of Industrial-Metal" (hey we didnt name him that lol).
-Scarred Karma Studios will be releasing some new never before seen shots of..........well, you'll see.
-and a few more huge events, I cannot release the details as of yet....shhh!!
Currently
listening
:
Redemption Process
By
Anorexia Nervosa
Release date: 2004-10-12
We got a new kitten today, thanks to Kristina from PAWS His name is "Tony", yes, as in "Tony the Tiger".....and he has that "don't mess with me" kinda of attitude like the character on the Sopranos lol
My other brats aren't used to him yet (whom i never realized were so HUGE), so my ears are becoming accustomed to hissing. But they are behaving MUCH BETTER than when we tried to have a puppy. They will warm up to him soon. and then.......I will bombard you all with endless kitty photos!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I take on too much...and now I am leaving ProtoTerra **EDITED 5/22**
Current mood: exhausted
I take on an innumerable amount of projects, so much so that I have no time for myself anymore. I actually make myself physically sick quite often from doing TOO much.
There is my photography, the film I am working on (multiple tasks, not just acting), wanting to help out the animal shelters more often, a full time job, a part time job, my family, my pets, my health, and ProtoTerra.
Its a lot to take on, too much for this girl, so I have decided to quit PT. Its my only option really at this point.
But guess what? I HAVE THE FULL LENGTH DEBUT CD IN MY CAR AND YOU DON'T!!!! haha!
I'll still help out by forcing you to read my bulletins and whatnot, but thats about it...CD will be for sale soon, so start writing the bands site for it.
********************************************** OK, so much for leaving, now I am the management Add the new site I made, any requests for CDs, bookings, interviews, etc., will have to go through me. Scarred Karma Management on Myspace or ScarredKarmaManagement@comcast,net
~Lisa Hellen
Currently
listening
:
Metallica
By
Metallica
Release date: 1991-08-12
This is a story that has been passed around the net for years now. Please read it, even if you have already seen it, as it is a very touching and very TRUE story, and it happens to countless dogs and cats EVERDAY. And we need to STOP THIS.
When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
Updates: PAWS, Chiller, and "PROCESS"
Current mood: savage
I went a little photo crazy this past week. We'll start with the cute and fluffy first before moving on to the......OTHER stuff.
Wednesday my cousin and I went to visit Kristina at PAWS Animal Shelter in Montclair, NJ and we took a TON of photos of all the adoptable kitties....I posted some UNedited shots in the PAWS folder in my pics section. PLEASE check them out....older cats, KITTENS, so many and they all need homes!! I will be posting more of those cats and kittens very soon.....I SOO wanted to take them home, but I have too many as it is.....go look, maybe you will find your new best friend =)
"the adorable Lil Mikey- up or adoption"
Friday Night, my puppy Molly found a new home and family, so I took 50+ pics of her before she left me......still sad....
Saturday, all of ProtoTerra went to Chiller Theater. After about an hour we were bored. Took a few shots, they are in the "My Photos" section. Heretic played photographer for me that day, (thanks J****).
I did get recognized by a few people, and heard people calling my name (but no idea who it was or where it was coming from it was so crowded) so that was kinda cool. And I was in my GoreGirl.net shirt, so Kelli be proud!!!
AXIS, William Forsythe, and Me (making a dumb face lol) Goregirl.net
SUNDAY, now Sunday was the looooooooong day of filming.. "Process" is underway and going great!!! Much more to come!
My Little Hellion has left me
Current mood: Heart-Broken
My little puppy Molly went to her new home tonight...Still so very heartbroken that we could not keep her, but it is the best thing for her and for us right now. The reasons are many, and personal, so I cannot share them......But I am so happy to have had her in our lives for the short time we did, and that we were able to train her and teach her as much as we did.....we gave her a better life, and now she will have a wonderful one with her new family.
Here's one last picture of her and me before my eyeliner started running down my face:
loved
amused
vital
frisky
exhausted
savage
