Below are the 16 most recent journal entries recorded in E's InsaneJournal:

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
4:39 pm	#11: What do you want? Right now? Sushi, I think. It’s getting close to lunch time… Heh. Oh no, I’m not sure what I could possibly want that I don’t have now. I’m famous, wealthy, respected. I practically run the fashion industry for both mere mortals and Supers. I outfit half of Hollywood and most of the NSA, so I have all the work I could ever want. I am sought after, in demand, so I can pick and choose what I want to work on. I have an abundance of clients, fans, and friends. I have everything. Really, darling, what more could I ask for? (Comment on this)
4:38 pm	Prompt # 10 - My life would be easier if... What would make my life easier? A decrease in the percentage of stupid people I have to deal with. Honestly. As much as I don’t mind making gowns and costumes for movie stars, they are such an unbearable bother to work with; so demanding, so self-centered. As if they even know what they’re talking about. Don’t get me started on the so-called “super models”. Ugh. I know it’s impossible, but I wish everyone could possess at least a fraction of my brilliance. It would make them so much easier to work with. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
4:41 pm	What do you dream about? Firstly, do you mean goals and objectives, or what happens after I fall asleep? Then again, maybe you meant something else entirely, but I generally don’t release any but that first category to the public. However, I’m feeling especially gracious today. My personal dream, my grand vision of the future, is a world where everyone looks good. Nobody should have to suffer the frustrations of generalized clothing sizes and styles which only fit a very small percentage of the general public; most of whom work for me or my esteemed colleagues. Let’s face it, darling, most of the world is not built like an underfed fencepost. Granted it’s impossible for everyone to have their own personal tailor, but I feel it is my personal duty to see that as many people look as nice as possible. Anyone can look good, it’s all about expression. As far as my REM cycle is concerned… God, I can’t remember the last time I dreamed about anything interesting, or dreamed at all. I keep long hours and when I go to sleep, I usually hit the pillow and am not terribly aware of anything until my alarm goes off the following morning. Most of the dreams I do remember are inconsequential nonsense; chasing my drawing equipment all over the studio as it dances away from me, discovering my spring line-up has been replaced by neon post-modern oddities, attempting to make a cup of tea only to discover that the water keeps boiling away entirely instead of simply warming up. As I said, rubbish. It doesn’t happen often, but every now and again I have what one might call a “waking dream”, a vision if you will. Past, present, future, alternate reality, take your pick. I’ve seen each scenario at least twice. Sometimes I can even interpret what I see. Most often, however, I am unable to decipher the meaning until later, if at all. Just because you have extraordinary abilities does not mean you can utilize them the way you’d like, even after years of practice. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007
4:34 pm	Fandom: The Incredibles Title: Half of What You See Author: emodebauhaus Theme(s): General, #03, Curiosity Pairing/Characters: Edna Mode Rating: PG Disclaimer/claimer: The usual; I own nothing, claim nothing. I am, in fact, just goofing around. Much love and respect to Walt, Brad, Edna, and all others involved. Critiques: Plz Summary: She only looked once, that was more than enough. ( She only looked once, that was more than enough. ) (Comment on this)
Monday, July 30th, 2007
9:12 pm	Prompt #8: "When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do..." Tea. It’s the answer to everything. At least, it allows you six minutes to stop and collect your thoughts. After the water has boiled and the tea leaves have steeped and you’ve added cream and sugar or honey and lemon, the caffeine rush is a welcome aid. You’re a little calmer, a little more awake, a little more prepared to deal with whatever it is you’re confronted with, be it models, deadlines, or the super villain rampaging down main street. (Comment on this)
8:57 pm	#02 Beginnings Fandom: The Incredibles Title: Us Author: emodebauhaus Theme(s): General, #02 Beginnings Pairing/Characters: Edna Mode Rating: G Disclaimer/claimer: The usual; I own nothing, claim nothing. I am, in fact, just goofing around. Much love and respect to Walt, Brad, Edna, and all others involved. Critiques: Plz Summary: Before the NSA there was… ( They didn’t call it the NSA then, indeed, it was hardly what one would call organized at all. ) Current Mood: working Current Music: BNL - What a Letdown (Comment on this)
Friday, July 27th, 2007
8:13 pm	General, #01 Air (Almost spelled “Aire”; let’s see how many of you get the joke.) Fandom: The Incredibles Title: It Isn't Flying Author: Punni Theme(s): General, #1 Air Pairing/Characters: Edna Mode Rating: G Disclaimer/claimer: The usual; I own nothing, claim nothing. I am, in fact, just goofing around. Much love and respect to Walt, Brad, Edna, and all others involved. Critiques: Plz Summary: Edna muses on an element of superness. ( It isn't flying ) Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Morning - Mannheim Steamroller (Comment on this)
8:11 pm	Prompt #7: What was your greatest loss? I try not to think about my losses too much, except as an example of what not to do. I lost my family to the War, to murderers, to anger. It was only that last one that I had any control over. Pride goes before a lot of things, I suppose. I lost many dear friends over the years I’ve been an equipper, super and layman alike; some in the line of duty and others to more mundane ends. Imagine being able to bend steel with your bare hands only to die of a heart attack. “Ironic” is simply not a word strong enough. What is my greatest loss? Which one small thing that I miss and can never have back? I think perhaps the worst loss of all is that of a lost chance. I let mine slip away some years ago and I don’t think I will have a second opportunity to seize it before it is really, truly gone. Current Mood: sad (Comment on this)
6:31 pm	Prompt #6: What makes you lose your temper? The “real world” in general, models in particular. I have an extremely low threshold for “selfish”, “vain”, and “stupid”. I hate working with them. Selfish, stupid little stick-figures with poofy lips that care only about themselves. There’s nothing interesting about them. There is no variety in anything except maybe their hairstyles. Otherwise, it’s just a row of young girls, each so like the other that one wonders if they’ve come out of a factory instead of a human being’s womb? I wouldn’t mind their obsession with their waistlines if it were for reasons other than vanity. Personally, I prefer a more diverse cliantel. It gets boring making the same outfit in the same size for seventeen interchangeable little girls. It would help if any of them had a brain in their heads, but I’ve yet to come across one that does. Many of them think they know what they’re talking about and whine about who something is a bad color for them, or it’s too big or too small or the patter isn’t to their liking and so on. And people wonder why I carry around a newspaper. Current Mood: annoyed (Comment on this)
6:25 pm	Prompt #5: What’s your greatest fear? My greatest fear? Having it happen over again. Having to hide, to lie, to disguise our talents, our dreams, our very essence. Those fifteen years were torture unique and yet commonly known to most teenagers: to be denied the freedom to be who and what you are, to do not just what you wanted, but what you needed to do. The secret identities were more real to many than their so-called “real lives”. It’s hard to be shunted into just one role after living a dual life for so long. For a while, yes, it seemed simpler. We all learned what “free time” was. However, without that outlet daily life soon became not only monotonous but maddening. Heroism is a calling for many, and to be denied that… It’s hard to quit anything cold turkey, much less a key part of you life, of you existence. I will never go back to that. I can’t. I won’t. It cannot be allowed. Current Mood: Bitter (Comment on this)
4:50 pm	Promptings - 30_somethings Just to start. GENERAL: 01. air 02. beginnings 03. curiosity 04. dream 05. earth 06. endings 07. family 08. familiar 09. fear 10. fire 11. friends 12. garden 13. hope 14. instinct 15. moon 16. new 17. old 18. running 19. scent 20. sky 21. smell 22. sound 23. strange 24. sun 25. taste 26. time 27. touch 28. trust 29. truth 30. water (Comment on this)
1:12 pm	Prompt #4 - What song best describes you and why? You're trying to make me laugh, aren't you? No? Well, this was once used on one of those abhorrant documentary things I get asked to do every now and again. ( Hope Is Beauty ) Current Mood: thoughtful (Comment on this)
2:47 am	Prompt #3: "Thoughts on Love" Love? Oh god. I haven't been asked that in ages. I'm more than old enough to rarely be bothered about that. Who wants to know about the romances of a crochety old woman? True, I was young once, but that was years ago. I was married to my work, darling, and I still am. No, I had no time for love of anything but my career, my life's work, my calling. Certainly, yes, I had gentlemen friends, but that is all they were. No, no stories of moonlit walks or boquets of roses and daisies or anything like that. So sorry to disappoint. No, love was always something very different to me. Love does not equal romance, you know; just as romance does not equal love. I love many people in many ways, but I'm not in love with any of them. It is because I love them that I want to protect them as best I can, which is why I have no great love for capes. Have I never loved? Of course I have, weren't you listening, darling? Personally? No. No, it was never a concern for me. Do I regret it? I really wouldn't know, now would I? How can I comment on something in which I've no experience? Current Mood: Blank (Comment on this)
2:36 am	Prompt #2 - Family I had one once. They're all dead now. Well, I shouldn't say that. I have a niece lurking somewhere... My father was German, my mother Japanese. I had a younger brother and a younger sister, though I remained the smallest. We lived in Germany, England, and finally America. Ernest never saw New York, he was killed in France. My parents died in London. After they were gone, Elsie moved to the West Coast with her pilot husband. I did not see them again as we'd parted on bad terms. I have no blood relations left, though I have plenty of adopted family. I am mother, god-mother, grandmother, aunt, cousin, sister, or simply friend to almost everyone who walks through my door. They are not just clients they are...well...family. Current Mood: pensive (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 26th, 2007
9:54 pm	Prompt #1 - Who Are You? You don't know who I am? Surely you jest! Everyone knows who I am. I am Edna Mode, designer to the stars, couture queen, mistress supreme of the fashion empire! I am wealthy, famous, and damn good at my job. I design for the rich, famous, and fabulously spoiled. Anyone who knows anything about clothes or fashion knows my name. Ah, you aren't interested in that me, are you? It is so refreshing to see someone seek out what is behind the mask. I don't wear a mask? Darling, what do you think the last paragraph was? I am E. Designer to heroes, to supers in costume and out. I am a mentor, a teacher, a god-mother several times over, a chainsmoker, a perfectionist, an Equipper and member of the NSA Reserves. Never would have guessed, would you? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
6:57 pm	Debute Hello and greetings to you all, my adoring public! Current Mood: Happy (Comment on this)