Why Taliesin?
When I decided to do this, which was, as usual, an impulse decision, I had originally planned to use my Clan Lord name. After all, most of the folks that read this are from CL and they'd recognize the name Drenn (yes, I am well aware that on the show Farscape, Drenn means "shit," I still hear that at least once a month).
But no... then I thought I should use my other online name, Tweazer (a name given to me back in high school, but I still use it). It's not CL related, so it would be better...
But no... I should use my real name! hmm.... nah, no one would like that.
So I went back to Drenn (in the process, I'd made about 7000 accounts on blogger.com, it's their fault I can't delete them).
I showed it to Luna, she was the privilidged first person to view the sight. And she retaliated by asking, "why Drenn?"
Good point.
Ok, back the the start. Drenn... no. Tweazer.. no. Richard... no.
hmmmmm, what other name defines me?

It all goes back to about 19 years ago. It was time to look for a new religion... 7 years later, I emerged a follower of the celtic pagan path.
I'd never looked at Wicca, because all the wiccan's I'd met were ditzy blondes.
7 or maybe 8 months ago I start talking to Luna (another character in Clan Lord, for those that don't know). And she says she's a wiccan (this was where I rolled my eyes).
In talking to her, I realized she wasn't just doing it to be different, but because she really believes it. She's not a ditzy blonde at all.
So I decided there's more to wicca than I convinced myself to believe, and started looking into it
Let's just say I like what the wiccan's believe, and am considering it...
So... I'd need a wiccan name to describe me... so let's see, what am I.
* Shy
* Quiet
* Angry

Hey, wait. These aren't good! What would I like to be?
* Brave
* Charismatic
* Poetic

Now this is something to take the name of! So I took the name of a person out of celtic mythology/history. The name of someone who was like how I would like to present myself. Not who I am, but who I strive to be. Taliesin (didn't see that coming, did you?), one of the greatest bards of all time.

And that is why the blog is named as it is.

Scooby Review:
I planned to see this movie opening day. But I just got to see it tonight.
I new from the moment I'd heard they were making a Scooby movie that it would suck. Then it was released, and all I heard was how great it was.
So, somewhere in the past two weeks I'd gotten my hopes up and I was, of course disappointed.
No, I'm not saying the movie sucked, it was quite enjoyable for this old Scooby fan. But it would have been much better if I'd been thinking it sucked.

Of the actors... Shaggy truly stole the show, behaving most like his character, but that's really the fault of the writers.
I think that giving Daphne martial arts was a bad idea, sure it was a good fight scene but Daphne is a klutz, she's not a vampire slayer. Yes, I say this even though the movie is supposed to take place 2 years after the cartoons.
Freddie is... well, my mother always said if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
Velma... I grew up being hopelessly in love with Daphne. The fact that I could tell that, behind that sweater and those glasses, Velma is prettier is just wrong. It through the whole movie out of whack for me.
And finally, Scooby Doo... how the casting director managed to hire a dog that can talk AND walk around in silly costumes is beyond me. If there's an Oscar for casting directors, he (or she) surely deserves it.

The story... it was a very typical Scooby-Doo cartoon story. Complete with haunted castles and bad guys in masks. The only problem was that Shag and Scoob weren't constantly searching for food. Seriously, that's what the cartoons were all about, teaching kids to fatten up!

I won't tell you what happens in the movie, I think it'd be too easy to ruin the story for those who've seen it. I hate knowing about a movie before I go see it. So I won't subject you to that kind of knowledge.
I now rate my movies based on how much better they are than Mission to Mars. Mission to Mars was the absolute worst movie ever made.
Scooby Doo is infinitely better than M2M, a must see for fans and normal people alike.

I told someone I'd met in Chicago a year ago about my brand new blog. This was before the comments were working, and this was her reaction, "sooooo you aren't telling me about who you're having sex with! :P"

So this entry is all about who I'm having sex with.
I live with a woman. She and I used to be an item, a long time ago we broke up. But we own this condo, and we ain't leaving. So we still live in the same place.
You'd think that maybe the occasional accidental encounter might happen, but nope. Too much disdain from both of us for that to happen.
I've been out on a few dates... but nothing serious. And I'm not the type to pick up some looker in a bar for a one night stand (much to my dismay).
So... in the last 4 or 5 years (oh my god! Has it really been that long??) I've been completely void of any kind of sexual intrigue.
There I said it, it wasn't that hard.

All right, I admit it... I'm lying. But it's mostly true.
In all that time since I broke up with Debbie (my roommate/ex), there's been one excursion. It was with someone that means a lot to me, and it was not just something we did for a thrill. It took a very long time for both of us to get up the courage for this. Would it ruin or friendship? Would it make it stronger?

I see sex as an opportunity to bond with a person. To make an everlasting impression with someone. When having sex, it's very hard to hide your true self.
What I saw in her was nothing short of incredible. There were no lies, and I could see then that there had never been.
I feel that our relationship has grown much stronger since we did this.
Could we ever be something more than friends? I thought so once... but of course, as my life goes, there are complications.
We hardly see each other anymore. It's been far too long. We still talk on the phone, or send emails. But the real excitement is to be with her. To look into her eyes, and see her smile is completely enchanting.
But it's not just that... she has a perfectly wonderful personality. If I believed in Heaven it would be in her personality.
She is the absolute perfect woman for me... but things still keep us apart, for months at a time.

So I wait... and I wonder if this will be just like before. Will I waste another 10 years of my life waiting for something that can never happen?
Will I find another, more perfect, woman just as things start to get uncomplicated?

Only time can answer these questions. And while I know she is well worth waiting for, I also know, from experience, that I cannot wait. I must find someone else who makes me feel this way.
Know anyone? I'm not adverse to blind dates.

Now, you are probably wondering who she is... what kind of complications... stuff like that.
Well, I can tell you that it's none of your business. There's a damned good chance you wouldn't even know her. I mean, there's 5 billion people in the world, what are the odds? Sure, the 6 degree rule means you might have even heard of her but tough toenails, there are some things I just need to keep out of the public eye.

My job:
Technically, I'm an accountant. What I actually do is sit at a desk for hours at a time, and wait for someone from one of 400 companies to call me and ask why my mega-corporation isn't paying their mega-corporation.
I than have to go and research why we don't pay them, and then make up a lie to tell them (ie: "check's in the mail, honest.").
Of course, every company tends to think that they have precidence over every other company. But I take care of the people that take me out to lunch first, the people that send me things second, the women that sound like they might be attractive third, then the ones that don't yell, and finally the other 399 companies.
This is what I do... until month end rolls around. At month end I'm subjected to data entry. 8-12 hours of staring at one computer screen typing with only my right hand, which now hurts like hell (so I come home and play Clan Lord, what a good idea).
Every day I spend at work is just horrible... except for a few minutes (or sometimes hours) when the one person I care most about calls me up to say "hi."

Why do I stay there? well, once a month, on the first working day, I get to spend all day doing what I was born to do. Create a thousand different reports telling 20 different departments where our money's going. If I could do that every day, I would. Unfortunately, life isn't that kind. No company has a job like that every day. So I wait around for that one time when I can really shine.

I sit next to a 40 year old headbanger... which is better than the 28 year old babe I used to sit next to. She and I used to be best of friends, then she became traitorous and a bitch. We haven't spoken in a long, long time... maybe some day I'll write about her.
My boss sucks. He couldn't manage his way out of a wet paper bag. Spending all his time talking about Hard Rock Cafe pins and travelling the country to meet other collectors. If you have a problem, and bring it to him, he doesn't tell you how to fix it... he fixes it for you. Excellent way to learn a job!!
One of the old women in my office cries if things don't go her way. Her son works there too... he's deaf, refuses to turn on his hearing aid to "save the batteries" but he quite openly hates the hearing.
Two gay men, one is a loud mouthed stereotype. The other is quiet, and a nice guy. Neither of them do their job well.
Then there's Barb. The 2nd nicest person in the world. She makes me macaroni salad all the time (with fake crab meat), just because I help her with her computer. I could eat that stuff until I puke, and once almost did.
There's the two new girls that were just hired... verrryy pretty... verrryy young, too young for me... rats. They're just summer help, and somehow I got to be the lucky one to teach them data entry. Ok... that's not even my job!
They're just summer help, the daughters of some big wig in MIS. Now it's the IT department... and in my experience, IT departments are dumber than MIS departments, even the best help desk person in the world (Beth) got stupid when when they changed department names. I called to find out why we couldn't get an old computer to work.
"Obviously the hard drive needs reimaging. Call Dimi at blah blah blah"
Got it reimaged, took two days. It turns out that the real problem was that on the "new" computers (all of ours are from the mid 60's or earlier, because my boss is too cheap to budget for new ones) the first letter of the password needs to be capitalized.
Nobody in my department ever did that... ever. We had no idea.
Of course, the guy that was "fixing" the computer. Couldn't figure that out either. It took Tom, the best damned IT employee money can buy, to figure it out... in about 2 seconds. Tom is very good at what he does, which means he'll be leaving for a job with more pay soon.

This rant has gone on long enough... Monday is my favorite workday of the month... a day I'm actually excited to go to work. It will be a nice change of pace. After that the nightmare is over.

And for those who are wondering... yes, I am looking for another job. I'd like to stay with the company I'm at because he benefits are absolutely wonderful, and I really don't want to give up my 4 weeks of vacation!

Everyone else is doing it, so why can't I?

Here's a little bit about myself, to get you started.
Real name: Richard (that's all you need to know)
Occupation(s): Accountant, part-time photographer, GM for an email game, full time geek.
Martial Status: Single, but looking... desperately
Location: Palatine, IL
Pets: Two cats... Marty and Inigo. One ferret... Ivanhoe (his sister, Scaramouche died last summer)
Primary interests: Games of all sorts, skydiving, and sex (probably, but not necessarily, in that order)
Favorite Food: Gyros
Favorite TV Show: The Simpsons.
Favorite movie: 12 Monkey's

Well, that's enough for now... you'll probably get to know more as I write. But for right now, I have nothing to say, so you'll have to wait until something exciting happens in my usually uneventful life.