Wednesday, January 17th 2013
Awwww yes! The sun is shining and turns out there IS a world out there.
I hope you are all well? I'm not at work today, but I AM hard at work, procrastinating. Not just anyone can procrastinate at my lordly levels, I'll have you know. It takes practice. Routine. Coffee fueled marathons of staring blankly at things, while hoping they take care of themselves. They don't. Yet still I live in hope.
I have developed a tickly cough. I am not sick in any way (except maybe the part of my brain that weaves elaborate tales and talks to animals) I just have this cough. And also, my hair is too long again. And I haven't touched it with a brush today. And I have bags under my eyes. And there's a rumour I might still be wearing pajamas. And starting lots of sentences with "and".
But there are good things!
1) I have commenced on the second draft of my NaNoWriMo 2012 project, after a month of not going near the thing and a complete rewrite is underway as well as some big changes. Obviously this is good for ME, not necessarily YOU. Sorry to be misleading.
2) Also it's actually almost light when I get to work in the morning now, after a "30 Days of Night" scenario (thankfully minus any rabid Danny Huston vampire types!) where I barely saw daylight at all for a month or so.
3) Dogimo has a new Stranger Lido episode up and well...I just fucking love The Stranger Lido to death, so you should go read that and the nine earlier episodes too and see if you don't just fall in love with TSL too. I might just be weird. You decide. (don't) I also have Boz Scaggs' "Lido Shuffle" stuck in my head now, so eff YOU, guy.
4) Greek yogurt with honey, how come that isn't the elixir that heals the world? I think I may have discovered this fact, get right on that, Middle Eastern leaders and reality show divas.
5) I added three of my latest paintings to the sidebar. Some of you have already seen them, most of you have not. Almost all of you don't give a shit. Ha! Yes, two of them are Airstreams, AND???
Okay, on reflection that's not a LOT of good things, but it's a start. I mean it's only January, for crying out loud. And I apologize for all the profanity but well. I don't really care either. I'm foul mouthed, I deal with it.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Interlopers
Monday, January 14th, 2013
Well helloooooooooooo.
Did I scare you? Because I hope so! Happy new year. What's that? Yes, I'm still here, lurking furtively and sometimes wearing pants. I hope you are all well during my hiatus, I'd hate to think you were floundering in the murky depths of psychosis or something.
Me? Why thanks for asking. I'm fine. Enjoying a glass of wine even though it's rose and I'm generally a red wine girl after years of denouncing wine as a "poncey" drink because I clearly only ever drank wines that were appreciated by the types of people who live under bridges. My sister has introduced me to some wines that actually do NOT double as paint stripper and my palate has been redefined into something more classy. Still, I got the rose from a colleague at work for some stuff I was helping out with, because some people are just that nice and it would be rude not to try it. And it's pretty tasty!
Other than the wine, I'm okay. Still poor, still "enjoying" the rain (does anyone enjoy rain, I'd like to meet that rare animal), still full of intent to be less lazy and write more. Still talking to myself, but who doesn't? You should be so well adjusted! Still cursing at having to get up at six am and go out in the dark and cold to earn money. Which totally makes me sound like a prostitute (I'm not).
What are you all up to, assuming any of you are still there? Because whether you're there or not, I'm rejoining my effort to write an essay on every state in the USA, you have been warned.
Also, unsettling news, I may have reconsidered my opinion that the Oxford Comma is an evil grammar interloper and, instead, accepted it into my bosom. I hate myself a little bit. But it makes so much sense. I will tell you this, however. I will never, intentionally, put ONE space after a period. (edit: I now do this too. I am ashamed)
Well helloooooooooooo.
Did I scare you? Because I hope so! Happy new year. What's that? Yes, I'm still here, lurking furtively and sometimes wearing pants. I hope you are all well during my hiatus, I'd hate to think you were floundering in the murky depths of psychosis or something.
Me? Why thanks for asking. I'm fine. Enjoying a glass of wine even though it's rose and I'm generally a red wine girl after years of denouncing wine as a "poncey" drink because I clearly only ever drank wines that were appreciated by the types of people who live under bridges. My sister has introduced me to some wines that actually do NOT double as paint stripper and my palate has been redefined into something more classy. Still, I got the rose from a colleague at work for some stuff I was helping out with, because some people are just that nice and it would be rude not to try it. And it's pretty tasty!
Other than the wine, I'm okay. Still poor, still "enjoying" the rain (does anyone enjoy rain, I'd like to meet that rare animal), still full of intent to be less lazy and write more. Still talking to myself, but who doesn't? You should be so well adjusted! Still cursing at having to get up at six am and go out in the dark and cold to earn money. Which totally makes me sound like a prostitute (I'm not).
What are you all up to, assuming any of you are still there? Because whether you're there or not, I'm rejoining my effort to write an essay on every state in the USA, you have been warned.
Also, unsettling news, I may have reconsidered my opinion that the Oxford Comma is an evil grammar interloper and, instead, accepted it into my bosom. I hate myself a little bit. But it makes so much sense. I will tell you this, however. I will never, intentionally, put ONE space after a period. (edit: I now do this too. I am ashamed)
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