RIP Robert J Foster

Too soon we have our friends taken from us... but we must remain by cherishing those memories.

Help me honor Robert J Foster by just taking a moment to sit and remember him.
Think of all the times HE made YOU feel better about yourself, either by doing something or just being blunt with you.
I keep thinking of all the times he did silly things that made me feel better when I was upset about something.... he was a good person.
All the times he got drunk and told me how much he wanted to have sex with me... but only when he was drunk. Since I've heard that he's no longer here, I find myself thinking of all the times I didn't hang out... and it's clear to me that it's not going to change anything.

So I'm grateful for the time I was allowed to spend with him.

Robert, I will miss you... You will always remain my favorite.

---nicolle

ps. I'm making a remembrance video of robert, so if you have any pictures, videos, text tidbits, information you think would be good in it send them my way. nicollegreer@gmail.com

Christmas Memories

For years and years, I was like every other kid around who believed in Santa Claus. I always had the hardest time going to sleep on Christmas Eve, so My sister and I started a tradition of staying up all night Christmas Eve..Eve. That way we would be super tired on Christmas eve, thus finding it easier to go to sleep. Soon enough the tradition was out grown. Other traditions remained though. Such as, the sheet my mother put up every Christmas eve, so there was no chance for us to see "Santa" getting our presents out. waking Mom up early, and her giving us our stockings to shut us up as she went to sleep for another hour or how ever long it took us to open our stockings. After which she would get up and we'd all go out and look at the presents. Later we learned that the real reason for the sheet was so she could see the initial look on our faces when we saw our presents under the tree. We then under strict order of which to open first unwrapped all the presents in minutes that it took hours for our mother to carefully wrap. After all the gifts were opened Mom would go make breakfast while we played with our new gadgets. We'd eat and then of course.... fall asleep among our toys. It was usually cool, except one year I got a snake... yeah scared the hell out of my mom with that one. Ah.

Now as Christmas Eve is here, I find myself thinking about how much I miss my family traditions. My mother is afraid that Christmas will just be another day for me, and it kinda is... but that's only because I want good Christmases in my memories.

I'm just creating new traditions I suppose. Friends and happy memories.

Merry Christmas (Well wishes in general for those who don't involve themselves in Christmas for the various reasons I know you have).

---Nicolle

Definition 001

Dictee : The receiver of a dictation. Plural form: Dicti

Apparently, when your rich, you write a book. Well, really you DICTATE a book to someone, and for rich people, the DICTEE is usually an Oompa Loompa. If you DICTATE a lot, you might need a whole DICTI Oompa Loompa work force.

And the quote that brought it about

Clumblebub R Dundermeister- "I'd write a book about exposing the industry, if I could get away with it."
Me - "Write it now, and have it published after you die."
Clumblebub R Dundermeister - "Ideas like that are why I keep you around."

Lincoln's Hat

This is very representative of a conversation that Mrs. Randal the Wrangler and I would have. I of course would be the one with the hat. Enjoy!

Crazy times

Everything is a blur right now. Up and down left and right. I'm getting whisked away in a tornado of imagination.

*create create create*

Two People Akwardly watching Television

You know, You are allowed to comment. Even if you don't have a blogger. =] I thought there might have been some confusion.. since none of you have! >_<'

It can't be in Kansas

A picture to end the night.

Just because I haven't yet... here's a little image. I have a note book that I write and draw and scribble all these things in.. So I took a few of the drawings and tested my cartooning skills on them... lol Not so hot just yet.

Everybody loves Cake

Cast Of Characters

Cast of Characters
So through the course of writing my thoughts I’ve realized that I’m not the only interesting one in my life. Shocking I know. It seems that I have a whole cast of reoccurring characters that add that extra ingredient that makes my life entertaining. Since I couldn’t write this without their involvement I figured I’d make a little reference post so everyone was familiar with them.

Clumblebub R Dundermeister: What can I say about Clumblebub R Dundermeister that his name doesn’t say for him? He’s my partner in crime and madness. That seems to be enough for now on him.

Randal the Wrangler: Sharp as a tack she’ll whip a comeback on you faster than you can blink. She is one of the sassiest people I know (only being out ranked by Clumblebub R Dundermeister) and she loves to show it. It’s common knowledge that if she isn’t mean to you, she doesn’t like you… however… if she really doesn’t like you… she’s really mean. It’s kind of complicated. She likes small furry things and I’m pretty sure she’s fond of Mrs. Randal the Wrangler too.

Mrs. Randal the Wrangler: Oh man I love this guy. He’s fantastic and such a contrast to Randal the Wrangler. Ha, I have love for them both. But Mrs. Randal the Wrangler indulges me on my nonsense. Where the others already have enough material (to prove that I’m a dumb ass) Mrs. Randal the Wrangler lets me dig that trench another fifteen feet before making his move. That way it’s all the more fun.

Thee Jester: My go to guy for anything physics. Smart one there. As sexy as he is brainy, Thee Jester is one of my favorites by far.

Citres: Long long looooong time friend. He's the first boy I think I really fell in love with. We have so much history and he's just as insane as I am, which of course is a fantastic combination. A lot of my oddities developed during our friendship, so he's a valuble gem in my velvet bag of tricks.





[Additions and updates will be made on this post as life warrants it]

How about a Thinkable Thought?

Okay.... so Star Trek: Voyager... not as wickedly awesome as I remember it. On to business... I'm trying to add enough stuff on here for you all to get the point that you should feel free to contact me. Got an idea? Wanna collaborate? Hit me up. I'm chatty... ask anyone who knows me. Seriously... they'll tell you. I'll recap them, because... well I can. =]
email: nicollegreer@gmail.com
aim: stolendevotions2
yahoo: stolendevotions
msn: stolendevotions@hotmail.com
skype: nicolle.greer

That enough? =]
Oh and I've also got a myspace, but a lot of you are here from there... but it's http://www.myspace.com/stolendevotions
So now for the meat!


Thinkable Thought 001
Torrance-November-3:30 AM
Hollywood is defiantly not a normal place for normal people. I enjoy it on most nights. I don’t like the traffic and the cops both make me nervous; which I do understand that most everyone probably had the same feelings. Anyhow, I do feel happy that I can enjoy it in the way I do. I love to watch people… I enjoy making up stories about them, even if they are short and quickly dismissed stories. Sometimes the stories are sad though, like tonight when I saw this guy walking down Sunset Boulevard. Clumblebub R Dundermeister and I were sitting in the Jack in the Box parking lot, eating our food, listening to some tunes. This guy walks down Sunset, Pillow and blanket under his arms. His eyes were wide and watching. The story I had for how he got there and where he was going didn’t make me feel good inside. I wanted to help him, though I knew I couldn’t. All I could do was offer a casual smile when our eyes met and hopeful thoughts.

Internet Update and a Tasteful Tidbit

Ah so after fighting with my computer for a couple of days (my wireless card broke and I had to go purchase a new one. It's shiny and I have named him Henry's Phallic [being that my computer's name is Henry II, and it's an external wireless card since the internal wireless card broke, perhaps on day I'll post the story of the birth of Henry II]). Anyhow, It seems that my internet is now current once again (and always is anyhow if I stay at home with my hardline connection).

Now that that's settled let's leave with something to laugh at.

Tasteful Tidbit 001
While listening to Coast to Coast AM 640:

Me- “Wait, we’re on a tangent? I missed the point completely.”
Clumblebub R Dundermeister- “That’s the story of your life.”
Me- “What, a long tangent?”
Clumblebub R Dundermeister- “No, missing the point.”

Ahoy!

Hello and welcome interested readers. This is my first post here on Blogger and I feel that it would be best to start of with an introductory one. That way you'll know if you'd like to stick around and see what I spit out next. Let's start with some basics eh? I know, I know, boring right? Well what if I told you it would open up a whole new world of undertanding? ...no? Well... It might allow you to correctly interpert what I'm writing about... or something. Anyways, out with it I suppose. I'm Nicolle, yes with two L's it's not a typo. I'm 21 and live in fantastic LA LA land, well I live more in the "South Bay" but what ever. I'm a digital photographer, or rather trying to be which is what leads me into many of my ridiculous ramblings. I'm consumed by ideas and concepts involved in Physics and Astronomy... not too knowledgable, but I get by. I love aliens. I spend my time in weird ways talking about weird things. Mostly I want to share these ideas and thoughts that entertain me for what ever reason for how ever long with other people. I'm always down to make new web friends, so feel free to contact me if you ever want to know more for one reason or another.. surprise me!

It's the start of a new era I tell you. Updates at LEAST once a week.

---nicolle