This is an older tweet, but it's a good visual of the #TeamSpooge spirit getting through holidays. Holidays can be really hard sometimes. And weird. And really pink.
I'm in a pretty deep funk, trying to hold my stuff together through holidays and another winter, got a pain level going and family drama and my self-incrimination is eating away at me again, like it does this time every year but hardly anybody knows about it because I really don't share it.
Every day I tell myself I can do this.
Every day I remember that I believe in what I'm doing.
Every day, no matter how bad I hurt or how sad I feel or how hard stuff seems, I remember that I'm back out public to be good for people.
And above all, I don't waste time feeling guilty over people who bring their problems on themselves. I'm sorry they're stuck like that, but dragging me down into it isn't going to get the bigger work done. I own that I'm a sucker, and I need to get off this wrong way track I've veered off on and GET BACK TO WORK.
I've decided I'm not going to talk to any more new strays, I'm going to stop responding to vague 'hows it going' chatter from people who can't be bothered to click a link, and I'm going to have a really good 20th anniversary year Lexxing with the fans, which means I'll have to reassess my social media priorities and stick to my gangs.
links to #teamspooge convo headed for #ironchefspooge production
I bet all you people who create bot algorithms think you're hot stuff. So many of the robot accounts gather and retweet, the slyer ones think they look more like real people helming the controls when they leave fav trails through activity feeds.
Can you imagine running into another world out there with real intelligence spewing out all over the place? We'd be in this giddy news heaven repeating all the stuff we interpret from their communications going on, and eventually we'd grind down to an emotionally deflated drag through what turns out to be nothing but millions of bots regurgitating each other in feeds (which we in turn regurgitate...). I'm sure that's what most of our stuff would look like to aliens. What would be funny is realizing that there was nobody left under all that endless yap. Everyone croaked off, the bots continued their feeding frenzy. Get it? Feeding frenzy. Timeline feeds. Nevermind...
You can click this pic back to the funny convo
but right clicking and saving from there
won't get you a really super big wallpaper
like finding it in search like I did
Right click that one and it's huge
You're welcome
I keep running into blogs about how to blog, how to start writing if you go into a torpor and don't know what to write, how the catatonia of writer's block is actually cathartic, how a running stream of content is preferable to stagnation, and all I can say is, all you guys are doing it wrong.
If you are miserable trying to set up a blog or miserable trying to actually blog or miserable and leaving a trail of abandoned blogs or miserably frustrated and deleting blogs, peut-être pas le blogging est votre forme d'expression, si? If you are feeling relieved a goal was reached so you can take a break (especially if you are paid for the content or otherwise grinding through forced content to push monetization efforts), peut-être que vous avez choisi de ne pas faire ce que vous aimez.
I'm under huge loads of stress this week, and it's all I can do to tear myself away from my blog right now. I want to write so bad. I have so much stuff. I have to keep parseling my time out over parsing my thoughts.
But I've gotta pull myself together! This is a big month with big stuff going on and I need to keep moving and doing and staying ready. By the way, I finally lost a pound. Remember those two pounds that showed up during the 14 hour Bunny day? I think I've finally convinced my good fellow cellular citizens that we don't need to pull that kind of a panic and keep such a tight inventory over calorie clinging. Chillax and let it go, froody little dudes.
God bless fans, for ye maketh my dayeth bettereth.
This is me giving a few more minutes to chillaxin before I bound off into the world of laundry and cooking and floors and dentist and another Bunny day and all those new pre-deep tissue reconditioning nerve flossing exercises I've started. That's right, we've arrived to nervous system assessment and retraining, which means relearning how to move everything in my body, since I'm such an aggressive strength trainer that I'm pushing nerve fail. Iz a delicate balance, and an indicator that I may be on another fence regarding reassessment between severe fibro vs mild MS, or even both. Nothing scary after all the stuff I've been through so far, more like exciting to reach a respectable let's rethink this diagnostic approach level.
Big weekend! My birthday! #napclub lol Did I mention I finally broke out the blu-ray set?
p.s. I promise I'll be back on the twitters soon, gimme a couple more days, ok? Love you guys.
Wound up with a sweet memory over it, Pinky actually goes way back.
It's anyone's guess if I'll sleep tonight now since I've been bouncing up like a Tigger around 2 a.m. for days, and we'll have a Bunny around 6 again just like we did this morning.
This whole month has been amazing. I won't bore you with details, just feel awesome with me. You know you want to.
Have once again been officially sanctioned to not take pain meds. That's right, pulled off. Because stuff. Ok, ok, remember a couple weeks ago? Nix that, bad idea. My dr said NO, that med is too strong to take every day, it eats people, probably explains the beautiful bruise showing up on my arm (I've never been an easy bruiser) and the 'visual disturbance' I had in my eye the other day. I keep telling you guys, patch meds are the next big thing. Sooner or later my dreams of going back to opiate addiction will come true.
I love the irl series <--(THAT will get you through anything), the golden heart of #TeamSpooge.
This latest follow-up otherwise went stupendously well, happiness all around, I can get back to killing people and whatever else I want now, yay! Metaphorically. Sheesh. No, still not cleared yet, just doing really well otherwise. Yes, this is a genuine taxidermied human. Click the pic for the article.
This was a fun convo, if you're bored and need time-filling distraction, except there might be Flash spoilers, so never mind, don't click it. But srsly, *big* Wells fan. Yeah, me, not Steve. Ok, just click it.
I guess most people don't walk that line most of their lives. Sometimes these videos hit a little close to home. Me and 'Jim' irl.
No idea what's up with Snarkalec Radio, big show coming tomorrow before a big break over the holidays or something, rumors flying and stuff about the piranhaconda egg hatching and devouring the hosts. Two years of pulling what amounts to a second job that's really more like an unpaid full time hobby probably turned them into the zombies they've discussed with so much vigor, so maybe they melted partway into the floors and are vainly flapping around growling at passersby. I may have to go back to reruns, because I liked running the shows in the morning while I get my chores started. I got a little silly this last year making these.
I also know several people with family in hospitals, job problems, financial challenges, and other whatnot, and for me, twitter has been the best way I've gotten through my own stuff last couple of years. Got my gangs going so I can keep touching base to keep my balance when holiday pressure feels like too much. I've lately been inducted into #teamspooge. Not sure I could explain it, but I have truly found my people. These all click to source convos.
It's not for the faint of heart.
This must be clicked to understand. Remember, not for the faint of heart...
I also seem to be part of an underground squirrel mob now. If people only really knew...
A sampling from my photobucket. Had a really bad winter awhile back, everything turned into squirrels.
I usually avoid religion and politics, especially around the holidays, but I may have finally found my particular stance on #gamergate.
I dunno, I just really like these guys, you know?
And while I'm free associating all over the map, this is happening.
All this before 7 a.m., so you know the holiday nerves are throwing me against the walls already. I've got a big ol' chore list to cover today, and I'm starting it off with my fave Christmas song EVER.
