Goddess Central's Journal
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
I, Elizabeth, Queen of all four-legged equines and Gator Greenbacks do hereby declare this site as not dead! There shall be no letting it slip into the wayside.
The Queen will not be taking an audience today.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
9:05AM - Dead
This place is (again) dead. So dead, in fact, that LiveJournal's Where Am I function has it on the "inactive cluster"
This can't be good.
I don't actually have anything to say and probably ought to let this thing slip silently away, but ...
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
9:23PM - Abomination.
Fellow self-proclaimed dieties.
I, Leto, Goddess of Misanthropy, Cheese, and all things Lapine, bring you distressing news. As some of you know Loxley, my High Priest of Cheese and Nose Picking, and I keep up with odd foodstuffs. We've seen purple ketchup, pink butter, purple vanilla pudding, blue french fries, apple flavored french fries, CHOCOLATE flavored french fries, and now this, the Ultimate Abomination:
Confetti Fish Sticks
Yes, that's right...fish sticks with SPRINKLES on them. I hereby declare these and Abomination before Goddess Central. I declare that we find the "powers that be" at the company that makes Fisher Boy brand fish sticks, and force them to eat one of their latest creations.
That is all. Peace be with you.
Friday, May 9, 2003
9:36PM - The Return
Before him are the myriad choices, all of reality laid out in a panoply of possibilities.
He chooses one, and passes along it to the end.
Within the tower known as Goddess Central, the goddesses covene. To the newcomer some are familiar, others unknown. He pauses, finding his way forward blocked.
Inside, chaos. A beam of light strikes the tower, and the defenses raise in response. A shield of golden power springs into place, holding back the intruder.
He is uncertain... then anger builds. He constructed this tower, they dare keep him out?! The shields fail. Deep within the tower, something stirs.
The light pours through the windows, which shatter at its touch. The light fills the room and soon, within the light, can be discerned a figure. Suggestions of a shadowed face, a sheathed sword, and great wings spreading forth. His foot touches the floor, and the suggestions take form. He drops to a crouch, over six feet of armored god surrounded by robes the color of blood. At his back is a blade which still weeps blood, hanging from his belt is a great hammer, and in his right hand is a silver tube covered in switches and knobs. His raises his head, and light glints from a golden mask marred by a single blue scar. Glowing blue eyes regard the assembled goddesses until they fall upon Crespo-sama. "You, I know," He says.
He stands, and sees Her. The tube in his hand ignites, a blue bar of light hovering an inch from the end of the tube. "What is she doing here?" His voice quivers with rage and a stranger emotion deep within.
"In this place, what happened has no meaning, Lord ArchSchnitz," Crespo lays a restraining hand upon his arm, "Let it go." With an effort of will, he quenches the lightsaber. "Allow me to say welcome," she continues, "It has been a long time since you were last among us. Grateful return, Avatar."
He stands silent, the minutes tick by, and finally with a deep breath he says, "Avatar no longer, Crespo-sama. ArchSchnitz shall be noone's lesser."
And at the base of the tower, something awakened.
More on this in a moment.
Friday, January 10, 2003
3:39PM - Hello Goddesses.
I'm sure some of you are aware of the recent fame certian "crap Gods" have gotten. Examples include Jeff, God of Biscuits and Simon, God of Hairdos.
But what makes a "crap God"?
Surely Jeff who blessed us with biscuits is not a crap God. Sure, he fell off of his throne, but hey. That could have happened to any of us. And surely no one would call Simon who blesses us with "good hair days" useless.
My friend Simon Jester (NOT to be confused with Simon, God of Hairdos) has recently brought to my attention two more lesser deities: The Midwestern Weather Gods: Bob and Dougie. Surely raining down 10 inches of snow in 12 hours is no small feat.
Now, fellow Goddesses, is where I bring up a most sad subject: the possiblility that people consider us "crap Goddesses". Surely we are beloved amongst our people.
And one amongst us (namely, me) has the ability to wield The Frying Pan of Justice:
( Proof.Collapse )
Wielding such an object is no small feat and a great responsibility. Varily I did smite the harlot who was trying to tempt my lifemate and High Priest of Cheese and Nosepicking, Loxley.
Let us not use our powers lightly and use them for good, lest we be reduced to "crap Goddesses." Thank you, that is all.
Thursday, January 9, 2003
3:19PM - ech
some days I'd really just like for Christ to return and a bomb to drop on my head. Or something.
This is Thursday; Thursdays are good for me. . .
**this journal user pic would be better if I could have a ticked off look on my face**
posting here 'cause I get the error "this journal is currently in 'read only' mode; try again in a few minutes" in my journal. . .
plus. . . GC's been kinda dead lately. . .
Monday, November 11, 2002
Has anyone heard of the book 10 Lies the Church Tells Women: How the Bible has been misused to keep women in spiritual bondage? I heard about this book on another community and I am very interested. I was wondering if anyone had read it. Personally, it sounds like good reading. I'd like to see how the author, J. Lee Grady, refutes these common misconception. Anyway, here is Amazon.com information on the book.
Here are the "10 Lies":
1) God created women as inferior beings, destined to serve their husbands.
2) Women are not equipped to assume leadership roles in the church.
3) Women must not teach or preach to men in a church setting.
4) A woman should view her husband as the "priest of the home".
5) A man needs to "cover" a woman in her ministry activities.
6) Women who exhibit strong leadership qualities pose a serious danger to the church
7) Women are more easily deceived than men.
8) Women can't be fulfilled or spiritually effective without a husband and children.
9) Women shouldn't work outside the home.
10) Women must obediently submit to their husbands in all situations.
Thursday, October 31, 2002
9:32AM - An Invite
Okay, cheesy, but whichever goddess randomly happen to be online at an ungodly hour this halloween night are cordially invited to a halloween IM party. Since at least 4 of us are usually there anyhow, this is just informing the others. Bring your own caffeine; conversation will be provided but we expect you to contribute. No scary stories; I might have nightmares.
Q & Laura
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
5:39PM - Woo haa!
Asheris is officially here now. So, uh, goddesses. . .where are we?
We need to have topics. Here's one: Read any good books lately? I know, lame I guess, but better than 'so, you come here often?'
So how 'bout it? What are goddesses reading these days?
Wednesday, October 2, 2002
What was decided about procuring our own domain? I have an account with Dotster, so I could add it to my list there, but who would be the contact people?
Saturday, September 28, 2002
Thursday, September 26, 2002
4:54PM - Icon Fever
and just LOOK at the fabulous icon Leto made for me. . .
**happy dance, hangin' wit my mac. . . **
Q, Goddess of Knowledge, is correct. Those little doll thingies are addictive. I found one site that had lots of cute props, which prompted me to get creative. One of these props was a glass of milk. I immediately think "A Clockwork Orange". I set out to make a doll of me and Alex a'la' ACO, and I ran into problems. First, I seriously doubt Alex DeLarge would EVER wear Ambercrombie and Fitch or Tommy Hilfiger. Second, the glass of milk got lost against the white background of the clothes. Third, there were no suitable "Alex" heads. I seriously doubt he would have bleached tips.
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
5:12PM - Oh.
I forgot to introduce you guys to the newest goddess, "Duch." (or Jenny, as she is sometimes called by mortals). A.k.a. the Duchess of Sunderland sunderland. Jenny is spiffy.
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