Monthly Archives: November 2011

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I Shit You Not

So, yesterday I went to the Super Wal-mart. I was in a skirt and some really uncomfortable dress flat shoes that I was trying to break in (because women are crazy masochists). I was about half way across the parking lot when I realized my underwear was too big and was falling down. I tried to stop their downward progression by pinching them through my skirt. I was trying to camouflage my attempts at panty control by clutching my purse with the same hand. I doubted that I was very successful, especially since I was walking extremely awkwardly because of my torture shoes.

When I entered the store I decided just to pop into the bathroom and throw away the ill-fitting panties in the little trash can in the stalls. I was not about to walk through the store with droopy underwear and uncomfortable shoes.  I start to make a bee-line for the bathroom but I got behind this woman who would take two steps and the stop to look at her receipt and grumble for a few seconds. It took everything I had not to scream, “look here woman, my unnerbritches are trying to escape and I need to get to the bathroom so I can take them off, oh, and my shoes are ripping at my flesh. Could you kindly pull over to the side?”

I made it into the bathroom without losing undergarments or yelling at grouchy old ladies and swooped into the first stall. I drop my underwear and then notice that there is no trash can in the stall. I know there is a big trashcan by the door but there is a woman changing a baby right beside it. I considered putting my cellphone or something in my hands with my wadded up panties to try and cover them, but I decided that I would just accidentally throw those away and I would have to dig in the trash. I know the limits of my smooth abilities. I also considered waiting for her to get done but I know that with my luck more people would come in. I decided just to rush by the woman toss the panties in the trashcan and walk out.

I know she thought “Gross, she didn’t wash her hands.” I thought that was more acceptable than “The fuck?!? Did she just throw away her panties?” I also knew I had hand sanitizer in my purse.

And that wasn’t even the weird part of my Wal-mart trip.

I limped through the store and got everything I needed and went to check out. Three registers were open. Two had lines stretching past the lane, but one only had two people. I looked to make sure the light was on and that there wasn’t a “lane closed” sign and after I was sure the cashier wasn’t trying to close I start to put my stuff on the belt. At first glance I thought the guy in front of me had on a body brace and I didn’t think much of it until after I got half of my groceries on to the belt and realized it wasn’t a brace.

The dude was wearing homemade body armor.

No shit. Homemade motherfucking body armor.

It looked like he had taken heavy metal plates and cut them into a rough approximation of his chest and back and riveted it to something. He had decorated it by making designs on the back with electrical tape. I don’t really know how it was constructed. The man was obviously mentally ill and homeless and I didn’t want to stare or take pictures because it felt mean. I feel mean writing about it. I have a real hippie soft spot for rights for people with mental health issues and I don’t think he would deserve to be treated poorly just because he had something wrong with his brain chemistry. On the other hand, he was wearing motherfucking homemade body armor.

I really wanted to know how it was made but I couldn’t just say, “Hey, bro, that is some sweet body armor, how did you make it?”

Movie Poster

He looked like a combination of this and Halo

I think my favorite part was either the matching headband (a one inch by three inch rectangle of metal attached to some sort of fabric) or that the body armor was tucked into his sweat pants. He looked like a strange extra from Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome.

The really amazing part was how the cashier handled him. Most people would have shied away from too much interaction from someone like this man. The cashier smiled at him and engaged him in conversation. I heard her ask him how he was doing, he mumbled a response, and she told him that he did look tired. When he left, she told him to have a good day and told him she hoped he got some rest. She is an incredible person and I am a total asshole.

Seriously, though, homemade body armor.

 
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Oh, That Silly First Amendment Thing.

THE Conventions of a number of the States, having at the time of their adopting the Constitution, expressed a desire, in order to prevent misconstruction or abuse of its powers, that further declaratory and restrictive clauses should be added: And as extending the ground of public confidence in the Government, will best ensure the beneficent ends of its institution. -Preamble to the Bill of Rights

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Believe what you want about Occupy Wall Street, whether you think they are a bunch of whiny ass kids who need to get a job or people who are finally fed up with the corruption in our political system and rampant unmitigated greed. Read Huffington Post or Fox News and be left or be right because that is your right.

Think this is okay or not, that is your right:

I like to think of myself as a liberal moderate. Truth is I am a bit of a hippie. I came by it honestly, from my ex-military father. I was raised with my dad telling me “girl, I don’t agree with your purple hair (or million other kooky things I did), but I fought and bleed for your right to do it.” A group of friends and I put on a peace protest a million years ago before we invaded Iraqi in the tiny town of Weatherford, Oklahoma. When my dad found out what we were doing, he told me he was proud of me. He told me I was exercising the freedoms he and his father fought so hard to protect for me.

I learned U.S history from a conservative. He and I rarely agreed on social issues, but he helped inflame my love for the Constitution. I was raised loving my country, flaws and all, but Dr. Gates helped me see the pure beauty of the founding documents of this country, of the ideals so many in my family fought for.

Somewhere we have grown strange belief that protesting is disloyal to our country. People pucker their faces at peaceful assemblies and think them unAmerican. WRONG.

Protest is one of the highest forms of patriotism.

When we protest, we exercise those rights to which so many in power pay lip service. Our country was built on dissent. We were founded on the belief that a country can only be fair and healthy if its citizens could express their dissent freely.  Like it or not, people have the right to protest. If our elected officials try to inhibit protests, then they are the ones whom are unpatriotic.

We don’t have to like it, we don’t have to agree, we just need to respect their rights, no matter how distasteful.

I was attempting not to write about Occupy Wall Street. I haven’t done hours of research. I have a pronounced slant. I am proud of them for exercising their rights and duties as United States citizens, and I like their ideals, but I know there is a lot there I don’t know. I will also admit this, some days I would rather look at fluffy kitties than get outraged about the newest round of bullshit. I am pretty ashamed of that, but I think it is a common thing. I think most of us feel the same way.

Actually, it is part of political theory. Basically, political scientists have known forever that people will put up with all kinds of shenanigans from those in power as long as the population is happy.  The greed and corruption has gotten so bad that we are no longer happy, and we reacted. It is part of the political pendulum.

Anyway, I was already mad as hell about SOPA, a bill that would allow government bodies to remove web content at the request of corporations.</sarcasm font> Which I am sure won’t be abused at the detriment of free speech.</end sarcasm font> When my friend Lynsie linked this article on FaceBook. My outrage went freaking insane.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

My hippie outrage is so immense that I am having a hard time being coherent. I want to write about why I agree with the Occupy Wall Street folks. I want to rage about the unlawful tactics that the police are using against these peaceful protestors.  I also know that after that first bit of rant, if I expressed all of my feelings this post would turn into a crazy wall of text, so I am now taking a deep breath and refocusing.

The media blackout of the clearing of the Occupy Wall Street camp makes me want to post the first amendment over and over again. This was not a military action; it was not a state secret. It was a mass movement of a city government against protesters. I am not going to argue the city’s right to crack down on the protesters. I do argue against the NYPD’s concerted effort to keep the media out.

Honestly, the mainstream media hasn’t shown much interest in OWS. Most of us wouldn’t have known about it if that first video of the NYPD pepper spraying that original group of protesters. (You think the establishment would have gotten the clue that people get all pissy when they see police using pepper spray on peaceful folks.) The internet has been the real vehicle for OWS news, like singer Amanda Palmer says, we are the media.

By the time of the November 15th crackdown, there was a significant alternate new sources (and some mainstream) covering the OWS camp. When the NYPD went in and attempted to clear press first, when they went in and specifically targeted those with press credentials, they stepped too damn far. Freedom of speech and the press are crucial. Impeding that is unacceptable.

Let us play pretend. If we read this article about the media black out and the force used on the protesters, but the events took place in another country, we would be outraged. Think of our reactions to Syria and Libya. It happened here, though, and the outrage is miniscule. We are willing to fight for freedoms in other countries, but we are so hand fed the ideals of contentment and not making waves that we refuse to get upset when our own freedoms are pissed on.

If it hadn’t been for Twitter and the internet, most of what happened that night would have been a mystery. (Some one has to be writing a researched, scholarly paper on the impact of Twitter on geopolitics, they HAVE to be. Get on it scholars.) The fact is that the people of #OWS are more media savvy than the NYPD which is good for those concerned about rights and freedoms.  Now with SOPA that could get quashed.

I am losing focus again, and my liberal moderate rage has gone on too long. I am going to leave it with my main thoughts.

We have rights, but we have to fight to keep them, and if we stop fighting for them then they WILL disappear. Our constitution is a contract between us and the government. We have to hold up our end of the contract to make the government hold up their end.

Okay, I am stopping my rambling and going to the freaking store. On Sunday, after Black Friday. Yay.

 

 
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Geeking It Out

I had my cooking extravaganza on Thursday, and yesterday was my first day of my second beta weekend for Star Wars: The Old Republic. We are no longer under gag order so I can write about it. Unfortunately for most of you cats, it means that you have to sit through a blog about a video game. I am excited and it is my blog, so I do what I want.

I wasn’t going to get the game at first because of my fears about it taking over my life and interrupting my writing. I am going to counteract this by only using game cards so if I don’t write enough, I won’t have my game automatically renewed. Also, I started a Face Book group for my beta readers so, even though they never say anything, I feel accountable to a group of people for getting it done. The game is awesome. I am going to educate you as to why.

Questing and Companions:

I thought I was going to skip the game because I heard all of the quests were given in a conversation and cut scene. I thought this would get obnoxious. Turns out, I was wrong. The things I love in an mmo is questing, lore, and professions. The conversations with the quests not only gives you a chance to immerse in the game but it also steeps you in lore. It helps you feel more attached to your toon.

I didn’t really get the companion idea until I started to play. Basically, every body gets helpers. They really change the way you play because they fight with you, do errands, get mad at you if you do stuff they don’t like, and provide an interesting side character. The companion with my smuggler makes the character so much more fun.

Two Sides:

The Republic:

These are the light users like the Jedi. They are the “good guys.” Unlike the other mmos I have played with factions, this side really is good versus versus bad, unlike in Rift and WoW where it was just one different looking group from another.  My max level character is only 14 but so far the focus of the quests have been restoring law and order and fighting corruption.  All of the people on the Republic side aren’t all hippie do-gooders, but most of them don’t have an evil lair, and they fight those that do have an evil lair, if only for monies.

The Empire:

These are the doods on the dark side, or the Sith. I have gotten a toon to 12 on the Sith side, and I really didn’t like it. I know some people really dig being the bad guy, but mostly the pervasive black hat bad guy stuff got on my nerves. Yes, we get that you are evil, will you please stfu now. On the plus side, the second zone for the Sith is freaking stunning.

The Classes:

There are four classes with a different coordinating name depending on if you go hippie or villain. I have played two for any length. I tried to roll a Sith Knight but I freaking hate pure melee classes and the Sith force users starting grounds piss me off, so I think I might have got her to level 3, maybe, but probably not.

Jedi Consular:

This is the first class I played because I love casters, and this is Star Wars real casting class. I only got my first one up to level 11 because I thought I wouldn’t want to get too familiar with the Republic quests so when the game came out, I would still want to play, so I went over to the Sith side. The spell effects are awesome. I love hurling a chunk of rock at bad guys. The Jedi do get on my nerves though. I have never been much for a lawful good character. I was willing to stick through it for the casting abilities though.

The Sith side had a different problem. The class quests were freaking obnoxious because the main Sith Sorcerer dude was so stereotypically “I’m a villain” that I really wanted to kick him in the scrot… hard

Smugglers:

This beta weekend I found my true love, smugglers. You get to play Captain Fucking Mal or, in my case, Zoey. They can either be hide behind stuff and shoot shit or they can be stealthy, shoot shit from behind, and heal. I went for the second option, except I don’t sneak. I throw a grenade into a group and go in blasting and, you know, heal. My character has this move she can do were she kicks the enemy in the nuts and the enemy is stunned while it is bent over in pain. I like to follow this up with a shot to the head. The bonus with the smugglers is that their companion speaks common so you don’t have a strange clicking hissing voice and subtitles like you do with a consular, and the companion’s personality is epic. He isn’t as straight laced as the lizard guy.

 

 

 
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So Many Lame Cooking Puns

I am at a loss for anything really interesting to write. I blame all the food I have stuffed into my stomach. I have been looking forward to today for weeks because I made my first Thanksgiving meal.

I started this morning with jiggly puffs and bacon for breakfast. I have learned baking helps put me into a good mood into the morning. (I know, freaking bizarre, right?) I danced around my kitchen singing ‘Zombies on Your Lawn’ and baked my happy little heart out.

I was going to use a packaged injector mix but my sister told me it was bad so I had to get creative. I made apple turkey. I cut up and cored the an apple and put it in the cavity then put the turkey in an oven bag. I mixed four tablespoons of melted butter with a cup and a half of apple juice and some poultry seasonings and shot up my turkey like an addict on a bender.  I rubbed the turkey with butter and sprinkled it with poultry seasoning, Tony Chachere’s (it is a cajun seasoning that my family puts on everything), and sea salt and garlic grinder salt. So good. I hear it is hard to screw up a turkey and that I might be over proud of myself.

Then I made a bunch of other stuff that I am proud of for being tricky and awesome.

I went out for a walk with my dad and we did a wienie dog rescue. We found this little red wienie dog running around in the road. We picked him up and called the number on his collar and brought him home. The family had a little six year old boy who was very happy to see his dog.

Food coma recommencing. I can at least say I did a Thursday blog.

 
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It’s Butter Y’all

I am starting my blog with a side note. I know it doesn’t make sense but I don’t care.

I was laying in bed about 7/15ths (I freaking love fractions) asleep thinking about today’s blog and I either dreamed I sneezed or I actually sneezed. I don’t know which but I do know it woke me all the way up because I tried to find evidence of said sneeze and ended up making fun of myself and decided to write this down. This was so much funnier in my head. It is 2am and my allergies are driving me batshit. GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK people, sheesh.

Anyway, now that I have the lame story done, I realized while I was kind of asleep that I am making a Paula Deen Thanksgiving with hot buttery madness. I don’t know how my turkey will turn out but I am going to make some of my jiggly puffs for breakfast and I would like to share my jiggly puff recipe with you guys.

Not mine

This is OBVIOUSLY not something I cooked but you get the point. They made them look far more delicious than I could.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got the the recipe from my handy dandy Better Homes and Gardens cookbook and adapted it a bit. The original name was ‘Nun’s Puffs’ but I changed them since I adapted the recipe, pokemon is more appropriate for anything I do, and nun’s puffs sound like strange Catholic fetish porn.

The Ingredients:

1 entire stick of butter

3/4 cups of flour

1 cup milk

1 tablespoon plus some more sugar

4 eggs

like a tablespoon of good vanilla (it is okay to have cheap crap but really you should have one thing of good vanilla too for times like these.)

The Steps:

First pre-heat the oven to 350. The recipe said 375 but I have a ghetto oven with a broken knob that only has 350 degrees marked so everything in my house gets cooked at 350. Then Crisco the hell out of a muffin pan. It needs to be a twelve slotter. The recipe said a 12 -2in cupcake pan. I guess that is what I had since it worked out well.

Sift the flour into a separate bowl. I am a big fan of sifting flour. It is supposedly unnecessary with the new hi-tech flour but I take the time to do it anyway since my baking needs any advantage it can get. Also, I spent the six bucks on the sifter and I like the cool sounds it makes when I use the handle trigger thing.

Melt the butter in a medium sauce pan. My first variation from the recipe happened here, mostly because I read the directions badly. I threw in the tablespoon of sugar at this step. I had read the recipe three times and couldn’t figure out where the hell the sugar went and I decided to throw it in right here. On my fourth reading of the recipe, I saw the directions to sprinkle the sugar on top of the dough right before putting them in the oven. You live, you learn. I also poured in some vanilla. I have no real idea how much. More than a teaspoon, less than four tablespoons. I would guess a tablespoon.

Add the cup of milk and stir it until it boils because milk will leave that weird film on your pan if you don’t. I think the recipe specifies using a wooden spoon, I don’t know. I use my wooden spoons anyway because I love them.

Dump the flour in and stir the crap out of it with the heat still on. Try to bust up the pockets of dry flour. You will know the dough is cooked when you can stir it into a ball and it stays that way. Turn off the stove and walk away for five minutes.

Here is the annoying step: the eggs. Add an egg and stir the crap out of the mixture until the egg is fully incorporated and the shine of the egg slime is gone. Do this for all four eggs one at a time. I don’t know why you have to do it for each egg individually. The recipe told me to and I decided not to be a hero and add all of the eggs at once.

Put the dough (which is an odd consistency somewhere between a dough and a batter) into the cupcake pan. It said 2/3 full. Common sense. Oh yeah, make sure you have Crisco’ed the edges around the cups because it will expand and puff over the side, thus having ‘puff’ in the name. Sprinkle more sugar on the tops.

Cook until brown and then flip out of the pan immediately. I suggest topping with something sweetish like jelly or honey. The jiggly puffs taste kind of like custard and are very delicate but not very sweet at all.

So yeah…. That was my attempt at food blogging.

 

 

 
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The Future

The plan was to write about the future of the site. Here it goes: much the same as it is now. This is working for me so I am going to keep it.

Okay I take that back.

I might be switching hosts. The host I am using right now just charged me almost double what I owe. I have sent in two billing tickets now. I could pay to get my ticket set up as a priority but it will be a cold day in hell when I pay someone to read that they fucked up and charged me double. I have found a better hosting service at the recommendation of the Irish overlord, Paul O’ Flaherty. If anyone knows about good hosts, its Paul and Sara. Go Daddy is charging ten dollars a year more than what I pay for 6 months. Just Host is going to have to pull something wonderful out of their ass if they want to keep me. (Like they would really give a shit, though.)

My future for the next several days will be researching how to migrate hosts without losing everything I have done for the past year.  I am so spitting mad right now. I know there are other more important things going on but I am seriously just annoyed.

The temple will continue on. Let us just hope I don’t break it too bad. I will let folks know when/if I decide to move.

If I happen to have any lurking readers who haven’t ‘liked’ the site on FaceBook or followed me on twitter, you might want to since I will keep those updated. Plus, I swear and say dirty things on twitter a lot.

I am just so pissed.

 
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Hiiitchaaaaaa

First, a rabbit

Cut a bitch bunny

 

So here’s the deal. I am incredibly fucking hyper and I took two shots of tequila. I am by no means drunk but I have a fine fuzz going on. Hyper for me is far more enjoyable than drunk sometimes. It is also far stranger. (I think, in all honesty, I am always, well drunk, when I am drunk and my judgement of the situation might be a bit skewed.)

Okay, first, I have been actually drunk twice in the past four years. I don’t drink often and I don’t drink enough to get actually drunk drunk ever. I am far too lazy for that.

Anyway, I am very hyper and bored and this is the most dangerous time. This is when I am most likely to make a complete ass out of myself. Naturally, I decided to blog and tell you guys stuff.

Mostly, I was just having a lot of internal conversations. SO many in fact that I was unable to write my book. I have been told by the one person that has read my revisions that my dialogue is too proper. I want to answer “because I talk a little like a crazy person with an odd vocabulary. You should see my tweets.”

My friends made fun of me one time many years ago when I was very drunk and told them that I was having trouble figuring out the logistics of making a rum and root beer. Apparently, normal people don’t use the word “logistics” when they are drunk. People, I work real hard to talk like a normal person when I am not hyper and sober. Cut me a break.

That was going somewhere. I swear.

I don’t remember. Oh well.

Anyway, I was having some very interesting conversations in my head and I thought I would share them. Of course, now that I am writing this I don’t remember them. It’s a bit vexing.

Vexing needs to come back into people’s active vocabulary.

*shiny*

Yeah, just FYI, my dog looks like Doug from ‘UP’ and it really pisses me off that people are freaking out that Ryan Gossling didn’t get voted sexiest man. People are protesting and shit. Fucking really? If you care that much about it then you need some serious priorities check.

MSN fills my mind with this bullshit. I have the stupidest crap shoe horned into my brain.

The term “douchetard” needs to become popular in the media. It could do amazing things.

I wish I could raise one eyebrow. I would randomly look at strangers and raise an eyebrow at them and after they became uncomfortable I would say in a very serious voice, “Imma be famous, you don’t even know.”

Just so you know, this is how the background of my mind ALWAYS sounds. It is why I seem like such an airhead sometimes. There is a lot of shit bouncing around in my head at any given time. It is also why I have to have many things going on for me to focus, if I don’t have stimuli my brain just bounces around.

I think about math and how to figure out problems in my head a lot too. And science. I will be laying in bed trying to figure out how to figure out a problem or be randomly thinking about shit like astronomy and biology. A lot of times I want to call Tina but is is normally 4 am or I am in wal-mart. I also do Punnett squares in my head for fun.

I feel far better about the zombie apocalypse now that Tina told me I would be dead.

Attention makes me feel pretty.

So I am pretty sure everyone like getting attention at times. My problem is that I don’t know how to get attention like normal people. I end up calling my friends and leaving “PAY ATTENTION TO ME” on their voice mail.

I think this is why I think most of my friends are relieved that I only call two people, well, if they aren’t one of those two people.  Feel pity for Tina.

another rabbit

thats a huge btch

hmm seems normal to me

 

 
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Plans? Silly Woman!

In my mind, I was going to write this epic year in review post that was moving and insightful and summed up every awesome thing I have ever written. Turns out I did that already with my 100th Blog post.

Oh yeah, Kathleen linked this to me and, since this is my damn blog, I am embedding it here even though it has nothing to do with anything.

So I wrote out two paragraphs linking things. I hated those paragraphs. I am struggling with the idea of this blog but I think it is because I am working too hard to present a certain thing. I am not so good at that.

I feel like I have said everything I would say here many times before. The only thing I am going to say again is “Thank You”

My world lately has been so wrapped up in writing. When it comes time to blog, all I want to write about is writing, the things I want to write about, or Star Wars The Old Republic. I worry a lot about being interesting or funny or insightful. Mostly, I think I should stop worrying about that.

I forget sometimes that so much of my happiness comes from accepting myself and being as open and honest as I can be here. I forget sometimes that the reason why this blog works is because I am willing to write boring shit sometimes as an exchange for the honesty.  I forget to accept the crappy posts with the good posts.

I am pisssed right now because I am feeling so insecure. I am hoping that insecurity is a normal human emotion. I am working on the premise that it is cyclical and the only weapon we have against it is to see it and try to see why it is wrong.

The happy news is that I am not insecure about my writing. I finally finished revising my first chapter and I think it will be far easier from here on out. I went back and read a lot of my posts and it turns out that I have some pretty killer posts. I am feeling pretty good with my abilities.

I am feeling ugly. I hate admitting that. I hate admitting that I am feeling insecure about my looks. It feels like a silly thing to be insecure about. Logically, it makes no sense since insecurity makes you even less attractive, but when have I ever been ruled by logic?

I wasn’t going to write about it since it feels like whining and fishing for sympathy and compliments but it is blocking my ability to write about other things. Normally when I try avoid writing about something that is really bugging me, I get frustrated with the fake feel of my blog.

So here it is: I feel ugly and unattractive.

I know it isn’t true. I do really know this. I also think that it is normal for women to feel like this on occasion. It becomes an ugly cycle because we feel less attractive so we start to hide in ourselves and then we get lost in the dullness that we cover ourselves in and then we have to fight even harder to get back to the shiny we had going before something set off the ugly cycle.

I can’t think of anything in particular that set off the ugly cycle. I know I will recover my shiny soon. I think I need to get back to working out like I was before I got the stomach flu.  I like me better when I work out.

On a side note: I found post it notes. I love post it notes. I have an office supply compulsion but post it notes are a particular weakness of mine. I have neon yellow post it notes with my crazy five-year old scrawl covering the sides of my computer screen. Simple things, people, simple things.

Also, Tina is a silly and my site is the right amount of feminine for a site with goddess in the title. Plus, I like purple

 
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Let the Celebration Begin

 

 

 

So Thursday is the one year anniversary of the first blog post on my site. Back in those days, my blog was what I referred to as a ‘thematic experiment.’ I picked a theme and wrote blogs on that theme on my three blog days.  November was my first month, but I had started it on a random free WordPress site (forever lost in the world of the internet), and then halfway through the month bought my very own website and thus The Temple was born.

I bought the site earlier in the week and reposted all of the stuff from the now lost blog on the 17th and wrote my very first post for Temple on the 18th. It is hard to choose an exact birthday for my site, so I am taking the whole week. Here is the festivity plan: today I am going to ramble a bunch about  my blog’s birthday. Thursday I am going to have a “best of” day where I pick a few blogs and write about why they are important. If any of you guys have a favorite lemme know in comments on on Face Book. I would love to hear from you guys about what you like or dislike. Writers are the neediest sonsabitches around, we need feedback, we thrive on feedback, so if there was ever a time for feedback, it is now.

I am too tired to write coherently, so I am not even going to try and explain why this site means so much to me. I think that is best served Thursday after I have had some time to prepare my thoughts.The idea of starting my celebration today came up five minutes before I started writing, and I had to switch out of Star Wars: The Old Republic thought mode. So I am going to do this today:

Your turn. Tell me. Help me make Thursday and Saturday interactive and meaningful for my loyal readers. (Hey, I am only being a bit lazy,)

 

 

 
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A Jumble of Thoughts

So I have had about forty-three things run through my head as topics for today’s blog but I am not able to focus well enough to concentrate well enough on one thing. I have decided to say some stuff about some things and let you guys sort it out however you see fit.

I am home now. My dog was so happy that she didn’t let me out of her sight for more than three minutes. Apparently, while I was gone she would scratch at my door every night and go look at my mom like “why the hell won’t you make her come out of there and pet me.” Happiness is a weinie dog.

I went to a beauty supply store with my mom before I came home. At the store, I looked into a mirror and found three grey hairs. I swore profusely about them and whined that I had just turned 30. My mom laughed at me… a lot.

I came home and found an amazing card Kathleen sent me. It reminded me that I am awesome, even with my grey hairs. It made me feel better and I cried. I have it propped up on my CPU right beside a random orange desk lamp that showed up in my room. It makes me happy. (The card, not the lamp. Well, the lamp makes me a bit happy.)

I am on the third book in the Twilight series. I am going to go to the library tomorrow and try to get the fourth. After I read the fourth, I plan on writing a guide to reading the series. It will be informative.

I have a beta invite for Star Wars this weekend. I am stoked.

Tina and I finished The Colony. We continued our conversation about what our role in the post apocalyptic world. Tina finally looked at me and said, “Selina, lets be real here, you don’t need to worry about this. You would be dead. I can’t see any scenario otherwise, especially if it were a biologic outbreak with your kitten like immune system. Even if you did manage to live, you would die quickly after from some bacteria or strange skin allergy.” Two things: 1) she is absolutely correct I am not meant for the post apocalyptic world and 2) I think she is secretly planning to take over the world after while it is weak and her enemies are few.

I realized why writers are all crazy as hell…. If we weren’t we would be good at other jobs.

Not going to lie here. I have completely lost focus. I looked at my facebook and posted something about jiggly man bits and that memory wiped everything.

 

 
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