So goth I bleed candle wax...

Once upon a time I was a PartyLite Rep.
Since I'm not one now, I can actually type that on the internet. (Seriously, using the company name on the 'net or in emails was prohibited. Now they have these pre-fab PartyLite templates where you can add your personal information and PRESTO! Instant website.)

However, it has been long enough since I did any parties of my own that I'm low on certain things. Also, I do believe in supporting people in direct sales if they are good people and/or are working for a good company. I still like PartyLite, and I will always love their candles.


Monday night there will not be a "Goth Night" at a nightclub. However, I wanted to do something vaguely gothy anyway, since I had to give last monday a miss due to work related mandatory fun. As such... I am hosting a PartyLite party on Monday night at 7:30pm. Here's the particulars:

Who: All of you are invited, feel free to bring other guests.
What: Goth Candle Party
When: Monday, August 28th at 7:30pm
Where: Hosted by The Schubox!
Why: For the fun of gothin' it up on a weeknight but not into the wee hours.
How: Bring your debit card, checkbook, or cashey money. Bring also your disaffected and vampiric nature. The house will be spooooky and will have music most sinister. We will also have goth cookies and other snacks. (Don't believe me? I have a spider cookie press and a tub of peanut butter.) Prizes will be awarded just for attending, plus there will be games and silliness. We'll be wrapping it all up by 10, so those of you who don't even bother to show up until past eleven will have to crawl out of bed a little early for this one.

Need more info? Post a comment. (or call or email me.)

EDIT: In the email invite there's info I neglected to add here:
If you can't get enough of PartyLite (and who can?), and especially if you're not available for a Monday Night event, I refer you to allura629's candle party with a whole different consultant on September 30th. Contact her for more info.

Too good not to crosspost

I posted this over in bad_poets, but I like it so much I'm going to inflict it on the rest of you.


All I needed was ten bucks in gas and a sandwich

An average run-down midwestern truck stop
Dusty, old, but not abandoned
the people stink of fear and hatred
There are monsters here

I am tired and my journey ahead is long
I only seek sustenance to tide me over
and return to my adventure
No one will listen to me

In exasperation, I ignore the demons
and search for a way out of this haunted place
I find looming hallways and forgotten rooms full of props
The monsters see me

I find a strand of pearls as long as my arm
the pearls are big around as a quarter and heavy
it whirls in my hand so perfectly
The monsters come apart at its touch

At a rickety door with bad locks I face the evil
It has no face but it is looking at me
I shake my fist with its pearls clutched tightly
And shout holy rhetoric

The evil thing pauses and its malevolence shifts
I shake the pearls and stand my ground
it roils around, faces outward and leaves.
I can see the dusty sunlight outside

I tell them that all they had to do to be safe
was to tell the evil thing that this place is defended
by GOD.
No one listens to me.

As I walk back through the narrow hallways
I see the pieces of the monsters I defeated
And pick up a pair of leathery wings
they fit nicely upon my shoulders

I can wear the pieces of the monsters
and stalk through the sad little town on clawed feet
And I realize that my goodness isn't pure
but it is strong

( Do you want to know the backstory? )