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Update April 2022

 

I'm in a weird place in my life. Been dealing with it by going running. As they say in the running community: You can't run outrun your problems, but you can jog slowly ahead of them and pretend you can't hear them because you have your headphones on. 

I've also gotten into camping and hiking.

Current hopes and dreams: building a container home, running an ultra marathon, traveling to the Amazon rainforest, adopting more cats.  

 

Favourite Quotes

 

I'm not a lady. I never have been. That's not me.

― Arya Stark, Game of Thrones


Every girl who could have the power,
Will have the power.
Can stand up, will stand up.
Slayers, every one of us.
Make your choice.
Are you ready to be strong?

 Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer 

 

WITCH KING
             No man can kill me . . . Die!

ANGLE ON: MERRY driving his SWORD into the back of the WITCH-
KING'S KNEE! MERRY'S SWORD bursts into FLAME and his ARM is.
shot with PAIN . . .

EOWYN struggles to her feet . . . pulling off her HELMET:

CLOSE ON: EOWYN . . . her LONG HAIR tumbling onto her
shoulders!

                        EOWYN
             I am no man!

With her last strength, EOWYN thrusts her SWORD into the
WITCH-KING'S FACE! EOWYN'S SWORD SHATTERS into MANY SHARDS!

The WITCH-KING topples back DEAD, a BLACK OOZE leaking from
his ROBES and ARMOUR! A shuddering CRY, fading into a SHRILL
WAIL passes with the WIND.

― Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. text from imsdb.com

 

I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death,
although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die.
 I am not like the others now,
for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do.
I regret.

― The unicorn, in the novel The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

 

 

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone

― Green Day, Boulevard of Broken Dreams

 

 


 

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So this is where I write about myself and you get to know more about me, or I'm assuming that's why you clicked on my name.

I'm a Canadian citizen, born and raised, though my background is mostly Scottish, English and French. I have the freckles, but somewhere in my bloodline the brown-eyed-gene appeared, which is something I often wonder about.

I'm the sort of woman who daydreams of entrepreneurship while sitting in a deep purple chair next to a bright lamp, cup of coffee in one hand and a book folded half-forgotten against folded legs, eyes staring into space while a cat meows and scratches the electrical outlets. A beige and brown fabric purse covered in pockets hangs on a hook beside the apartment door. The top of the fridge is covered with clean empty jars that once held peanut butter, pasta, and salsa. Each area of the room has at least one plant, except for the bathroom. There's usually a coffee mug filled with day-old cold coffee randomly placed somewhere.

Most of my writings are personal logs, as I tend towards introspection.

Current and future writings will hopefully change as life changes.

As for normal stuff about me, I enjoy plants, cooking, psychology, food science, retro video games, and biking.

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