My first real love. I felt guilty about you for years, now I’m lucky to call you my friend again. Remember your band, the Suicidal Pigs? Trying to remember why we called it that.
365 people, hmm.
31 May 2008 at 8:35 pm (34x365)
Tags: 34x365, meme, twitter, x365.org
Follow my tangent here. Someone started following me on Twitter. I checked her out to see who she was, and read a bit of her blog. Found an interesting meme she was doing and followed it to its home to see what it was about.
This started with one guy who wanted to mark turning 40 in a cool and meaningful way, now people all over the world are making a list of 365 people they’ve met during the course of their lives – people who left an impression and whose name they remember – then they’re randomly writing a set number of words about someone on their list. They’re doing this once a day – for a year.
The results are stunning. Have you made the list?
Call me nostalgic, but I think I’m going to do it. He says to start working on your list first, but I’m all about instant gratification. I might start working on my list on the side, though.
Note to self
31 May 2008 at 8:50 am (General)
Tags: note to self, sick, splenda, Starbucks Doubleshot On Ice, sucralose
Dear Self:
The new Starbucks Doubleshot On Ice Plus Energy in a can is disgusting. Please feel free to continue making your pseudo-doubleshot in a can the way you have been doing for ages now. The new Mocha one tastes like a yoo-hoo, and that’s not a good thing. It also has a funky taste to it. You know, that lovely SUCRALOSE taste? Yeah. For future reference, sucralose makes you dizzy and nauseous and gives you a migraine and diarrhea. The label doesn’t have to say sugar-free because sucralose is chemically modified sugar. So, uh, don’t drink that again, mmkay?
Kisses!
Lobster Sweater!
30 May 2008 at 10:56 am (Silly)
Tags: flickr, funny, knitting
Because, really, lobsters need sweaters. If they could convince people they aren’t cold, perhaps they could avoid being dropped into boiling water. Could happen.
Overwhelmed
30 May 2008 at 8:50 am (dad)
Tags: dad, depression, knitting
Last night I was trying to work on my dad’s afghan to get it done before he dies and I just got frustrated with all of it. I decided the square I was working on was too much work for a pattern I didn’t really seem to like, and then I decided I hated every square in that book and didn’t want to do any of it. I think I’m really just overwhelmed with the idea of finishing it. My mom tells me he’s sleeping more and more because his pain meds put him to sleep but he can’t stand to be without them. They went out to eat the other night and he had two hours’ worth of oxygen with him, but they ran out while they were on their way home and he was sitting in the car gasping. Mom needs me to show her how to turn on the closed captioning on her tv because Dad can’t hear it anymore. She said he’s forgetting more and more, which means I really need to write down all the things that are in my head, the stories he’s told me over the years. I don’t want to hear any of this! Can’t I just stick my head in the sand like an ostrich in the cartoons? La la la la la, happy place, happy place.
Some people just ain’t got da social skills
26 May 2008 at 7:24 pm (snark)
Tags: stupid people
I work with a girl who is pretty sheltered. Home schooled for the ultra religious reason, has five or six brothers and sisters, father’s a preacher, wants to have natural childbirth, doesn’t believe in getting vaccinations, etc etc. She doesn’t seem to have ever developed a filter for what comes out of her mouth simply because it doesn’t occur to her that it isn’t appropriate. She’s outed me to random customers (both religion and sexuality), and told someone once she reminded her of Mrs. Doubtfire without understanding she just said the woman looked like a middle-aged man in drag. Her most recent:
“Nessa, I like your hair. Well, I liked it earlier. It was poofy. Now it’s flat.”
Wow. Thanks.
Kids say the most cliches
26 May 2008 at 7:15 pm (Silly, snark)
Tags: Gavin, rednecks, snark
We’re sitting in Gavin’s rocking chair getting him settled down for bed.
*revving motor noise from outside*
Gavin: “Whass’at, Daddy? Das’sa redneck?”
*snort*
Yes, Gavin, that’s a redneck. So glad you can pick them out at an early age.
20 May 2008 at 10:27 pm (depression)
Tags: depression, Evanescence
Don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.You never call me when you’re sober.
You only want it cause it’s over.
Was listening to this song earlier tonight. Haunting voice, haunting lyrics. Depression is like an old lover, teasing me with a caress, a whisper, fingers in my hair that lightly turn to a clinched fist with a delicious stab of pain that brings heat to my skin. How easy it is to turn back to those arms that know how to touch me. How easy it is to forget that the promise of an embrace is an empty one.
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can’t trust myself anymore
So easy. Like a return to a first love, the one that has always been in the back of the mind, the shadow just out of sight. The movement that catches the eye, distracting it, then the wistfulness at realizing what is missed. How can sadness seem so welcoming? Deceptive depression. But how nice it would be for someone else to take the reins for a while.
Stupid Sonic
20 May 2008 at 5:42 pm (snark)
Tags: sonic, stupid people
I just ordered a super sonic breakfast burrito with no onions, jalapeños, or tomatoes. There’s almost no sausage, but plenty of tomatoes and onions. Thanks a bunch, guys.
I like Lego bricks better than blocks
19 May 2008 at 8:23 pm (General)
Tags: artistic block, dad, depression
Blocks of the writing sort. Blocks of the artistic sort. I wouldn’t mind a depression block. That would be pretty groovy, actually. I have to find a new shrink since my last one had rude office staff and I don’t think he was listening to me anymore, anyway. It just gets a little weird when every time a drug doesn’t work he puts me on a new one and all the ones he suggests just happen to be mentioned on the notepads, pens, stress relieving squishy things, etc, scattered around his office. Makes me wonder if it’s right for me or just what he’s getting strongly nudged to suggest.
In the meantime, I sit here with Photoshop open and nothing going on. At least I’ve managed to babble something here. My dad’s dying and I’m trying to finish his knit afghan in time for him to enjoy it. All other knit projects are on the back burner somewhere. My brother-in-law’s girlfriend is pregnant and her mother just killed herself. What’s going on with you?
