Nice story !! I know what you are talking about livlive !! been there . Just wait, it gets more frequent and more powerful. Accept it and go with the flow !!!        Timberwolf +++

 . . . and just think, it all began with a trip to Seattle and a man by the name of Christian Kane . . .remember how you were the only one permitted to go on stage . . . little did you know you were then basking in the rays of a mystical aura in preparation for future alignment with your ethereal destination . . . and the story unfolds . . .  dundundundudun  dundundundun  dundundundun   (think of the theme music from "The Outer LImits" )

I've never seen the Outer Limits so I had to look up the theme music on line. But now that makes more sense.

And it was Portland, not Seattle, but you are correct: I should put the CK incident on my list of proofs that I am indeed Mistress of the Universe. How else to explain getting on stage? That just doesn't happen to people.

Dang, I hate being wrong about anything!  How can I maintain my claim as Mystic of the Universe if my memory as well as my powers fail me in pinpointing a celestial feat of the Mistresses mystical prowess!!?  Does the fact that I am in the correct quadrant of the hemisphere count as a redeeming factor?  Indeed, we are not like the
o t h e r s! 

Relax Mystic of the Universe. It is no problem if you forget (and as mystic, I know that you have much to attend to) because I am here to cover for you. AND, as Mistress of the Universe, I freaking DARE anyone to reprimand you for such an insignificant error.

All is forgiven and forgotten. I am on your side.

And, dear, NO, we are not like others.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa What I meant to say is, we don't look like anyone else!!

( being that there is only one of you, please permit me this last correction to one significant error: Mistress's) (the Mystic's powers of scrutiny are being compromised)

Of course YOU may offer corrections to the Mistress at any time. That is part of your purview as Mystic. I shall never be offended by your endeavors to keep us both at the peak of our prowess.


It is part of your right and duty as the Mystic.

And your power is in no way compromised. (or, more correctly, if it is compromised, simply tell me and as Mistress I shall imbue you with more power--as is my right)

And while we in no way resemble others...there is more than our features that set us apart!

It's been a long time since you've french braided my hair!

Correction: "It's been a long time since you've french braided my hair, Mistress of the Universe!"

i see i did miss a blog. i'll have to remember to bow next time i see you. do you have a tiarra yet?

That's sweet. But the Mistress of the Universe doesn't wear a tiara. I am worthy of a crown. And sceptre. And a cape. Purple. (The color of royalty).

And while you are welcome to bow...I'd really prefer that you simply downcast your eyes and whisper "all hail Mistress of the Universe" it is more understated, you understand?