Soaking up the Rain
Came across this guy while walking home the other day. He’s pretty big. Seeing him just chilling out reminded me to enjoy the summer rains. He also inspired an idea for a GG segment of the podcast, to be recorded for next episode.
Should Not Have Done That
Okay so, last week, I broke down and installed the plug-in for wordpress that tells you how many people read your blog, how many hits a blog post gets each day, what search words make people find you and so forth.
This was a mistake.
I am now having a fucking anxiety attack. HUNDREDS of people read my blog everyday!!!! Can’t breathe! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I am seriously considering un-installing the bloody thing. Cause I totally should not have done that. It was stupid. Now I’m scared and paranoid. And I don’t understand. WHY ME? I’m NOT special!! GAH!
Okay. Okay. I can totally do this. It’s going to be alright.
*whimpers*
Soooo … uh, yeah. Heh. Hi there … everyone. How are you?
*scuffles feet*
Uhhh… yeah. *cough*
Now I’m afraid to write stuff.
*hides*
Worlds in my World
As in fictional universes … These are the ones that I have lived in or am currently living in. How do I know if you are a nerd? If you got the whole “worlds I live in” thing or not.
Star Trek (duh!) I swear that growing up, Spock, Kirk and Bones were like my uncles. The TNG crew as well, of course.
Star Wars. Damn you, young and sexy Harrison Ford!
The Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffery. The first set of books on the list … many, many, many books. This series is massive and long lived. Not only have I lived in the books but also in the online role-playing community and fan fiction. If you ever want to see me in full on nerd form, just start talking Pern. There was a time when I could rattle off the math for how many Queens must lay how many eggs each turn for a Weyr to keep at full fighting strength during a Pass … of course that depends on which Weyr because some have more weyrs than others. Oh yeah.
“Lessa woke, cold. Cold with more than the chill of the everlasting clammy… Continue reading
Unworthy of Love
All I ever wanted was to be loved
As a child I would lay on my bed
Press my back against the wall
And pretend there was someone spooning me
Holding me
Why am I so unworthy of love?
What crimes have I committed?
What have I done or not done?
I am loyal to the bone
I’m not smelly or ugly
I can cook
I am fun
But no one wants me
What’s wrong with me?
Why am I so unworthy of love?
I give my heart fully, utterly
And it gets handed back to me
Like some unwanted piece of trash
I see other women who are not as nice
Not as smart
Not as pretty
Not as kind
And they have love
Husbands
Why not me?
What’s wrong with me?
Why doesn’t anyone love me?
I’d do anything for love
Move across country
Give you everything
So long as I can still be me
But they don’t want me
They send me packing
What’s wrong with me?
Why am I so unworthy of love?
Why can’t I wake up knowing
That the man in my bed isn’t going?
I have asked the gods for love
Time and… Continue reading
Not
I do not know what to do with this old fox hide I have in storage. I suppose I will continue to sit on it for now.
I do not know why for sure, but skulls (even “fake” ones) really do make the best spirit houses, though Bren’s miniature suit of armour does pretty damned well.
I am not interested in validating (or invalidating) other people’s Path, practice or experiences. Even when told something far fetched, I usually just smile and nod and move on. This cuts down on rather a lot of drama.
I am not very good at making pottery or working with clay, wood working, knitting (I can’t knit at all), drumming, leather work, scrapbooking, drawing, quilting, or baking. But I do try my hand at some of these things now and then. There are also plenty of other things I am good at.
I am not out to prove how awesome I am or to show off. If I was, then I wouldn’t make so many blog posts detailing my fuck ups. My podcast segments would be better prepared and much slicker produced as well.
I have not told Bren about the dead turtle’s shell… Continue reading
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