It's interesting thinking about the projections we live out in our heads. They never become real, but they run alongside, very real in their own sense, a sort of fallback of either comfort or conflict, quiet rooms of peace or busy rooms of problem solving.
They're all real.
We are so saturated with imaginary stories, surrounded by books, view screens, stages. We play dolls and house and doctor and cars and spy and superhero and all that from very young ages, and we never stop. We keep playing in our heads, on consoles, over medias, in journals. We live alongside piles of stories while we live out our own.
They're all real.
Could humans even live without some kind of running dialogue in our minds? Could we possibly be cognizant at all if it weren't for owning some kind of narrative? And we practice these narratives continually, consciously or not. It's just part of who we are, constant streams and blips of scenarios and convos while we're either figuring things out or escaping from something.
They're all real.
Everything we dream up, we are really doing, somehow, right here in our heads. All the simulations we run, all the imagined scenarios we play out, all of that is a very real part of who we are, what we are becoming as individuals and as civilizations.
They're all real.
There is only a very thin veil of consciousness between what is real on the outside of us and what is real on the inside of us. There are abysses of disagreement on what is real between two individuals, each spinning out thousands upon thousands of stories in their heads throughout their lives, but somewhere in all that they are aware of being real together in a unique way that doesn't come from the insides of their heads, because the only way they can possibly meet is on the outside. Still, what we bring to each meeting is all the stuff we carry around inside us.
They're all real.
Your reality, your realness, your stream of consciousness quietly humming along underneath a stream of neverending physical interaction in a multidimensional medium, your plethora of double lives, skewed realities, frustrating schisms, hopeful plans and dreams of happiness- hello from my timewarped stream of consciousness on Pinky blog.
We're all real.
Where is my head?
Keep this in mind- If you can think it, it is real, because it's coming from a real brain in real spacetime.
Still kinda reeling from today's stats, so I scoped myself out on a search engine to see how I'm doing out there.
WebMii says I'm doing pretty good out of a possible 10 total.
I've got a silver reputation with traity, flipboard makes me look cool, socialmention currently has me at 100% strength with a mention averaging every 29 seconds across the medias (see? I told you I have to mute my phone), still over 60 on klout, and I'm already bored with this.
Basically, I'm good at linking all my stuff together, I'm set up well for visibility, I'm verified as an owner on the webs, and I touch base on at least 3 main medias just about every single day.
If I could link my mojang account into my medias, you guys would never see me again, ha.
Things people are asking me to do-
live facebook shares (um, no)
youtube vlogs (that cracks me up, you'd get like 2 or 3 minutes and that's it)
shared hangouts and skype vid calls (that's a maybe on hold for a few years already)
actually finish books (working on it)
share live minecraft play (I do die pretty spectacularly quite often)
meet up if I do start traveling once published (I have invitations in several countries, sweet)
Anyway, lotta no on all that. I'm not a natural socialite, I don't talk (out loud, outside of family) easily or very well (that's what the psychologist is for), and I honestly would need staff or at least a team or at the very least another talker to bounce off, and I have yet to settle in with anyone who wants to make that kind of commitment to my content output. It would be funny to record me and @bonenado yapping away because it gets so cartoony, but I always forget. His brain is seriously the closest thing I've ever seen in real life to a Homer Simpson / Philip J. Fry mashup. It's like I live with Homer Fry in real life.
And I know this looks like I care, but I think obsessing over underground caverns and giant mushrooms and flailing the skeleton apocalypse to death with my bare hands because I'm sick of lag killing me over and over before I can get my weapons back pretty much proves I really don't. I'm more irked at Google for NOT MAKING IT EASY to locate and retrieve anything on what the heck happened to their analytics (it is now Universal Analytics, and no, they didn't migrate our site verification IDs, thank you very much) than anything. I'm getting really used to not knowing what's going on with Pinky blog though because statcounter sucks for just about everything now unless someone doesn't have a clue, and blogger is lame for actual info beyond the barest Oh, here's what's going on today kinda of gossip, so I really don't pay attention any more. Probably best I don't know anyway, right? Stuff happens, and I minecraft.
lol, discovering an international search service for finding free MP3s to download, apparently my entire youtube collection of personal vids is available for people in Malaysia, Korea, Japan, and India. That's funny. Wo, just found my pinterest entirely in Swedish. Hold the phone. Just ran into a an imgur page titled 'easy photoer for facebook' that apparently swiped my linkedin bio to throw into their jumbly spam. I'm loling, I wrote in a post why I used that pic as a joke, and here I am an example of how a professional photographer could have helped me out.
I know, right? That stuff cracks me up. You can see why I'd like to find out where all those hits today came from. I've had plenty of times in the past, especially with Lexx stuff, where 800 hits in a week on one post was kinda normal, 3000 in a week on the whole blog was cool, but I've never had 1000+ hits in one day before on *anything*. I can usually see bot swarms and web crawlers, but today is a mystery. If someone shared my dotcom to another site, even if it was to hate on me somewhere, thanks, that was pretty awesome.
Ok, now I'm laughing, my linkedin bio got grabbed for an alumnus photo/bio for my college. Doi, do they even background check? I'm using a pen name, I didn't attend under this name. How funny. So anyone could say they went to this or that college and get pulled into an alumnus page even if they didn't.
I FOUND THE SURGE FROM LAST SUMMER. O_O Check this page out. Ceremonija otvaranja Igara u Riju: Novak, Ana, Velja i veslači propuštaju defile
That's my twitter pic that went viral. Sweet. The paragraph just above it translates to "The biggest applause of those present in the stands of the legendary stadium received a team of refugees from South Sudan, Syria, Ethiopia and the Democratic Republic of Congo, who will compete under the flag of the International Olympic Committee. Some of the athletes were so impressed with the event opening ceremony, they could not hide the tears of joy."
I'm exhausted. I need sleep so bad. I'm craving everything right now- chocolate, coffee, vicodin (how many years has it been?), and especially pizza. I want pizza. But it's an illusion. I'm craving anything that would distract me from this weird brain buzz headache and the loud tinnitus. My earballs seem especially aggrieved at the lingering withdrawal. Maybe I'll try some hot milk.
Oh, while I'm looking for a youtube vid and ran across original Kirk stuff, I'll tell you now because I'll forget later- William Shatner is coming to Branson in October to the Welk Theater. The snip clicks to the article if you want to read it all.
Ok, where'd I put my fave Spirk vid? This song over and over will get my brain hypnotized to sleep.
Day 12 on neurontin. Please to notice I'm not on minecraft as much. Maybe. You might wish I'd go back to the tunnels and trees.
clicks to bacon soda convo
This is how scattered I am. I called up to move an eye appointment from the end of this month to the first Friday in September. As I was changing the date on all my calendars and pocket planner, I noticed I had the orginal time different on every one- 9:30, 10:00, 10:30... That's me moving from room to room writing stuff on calendars. I have to have info in my hand and look at it every time from moment to moment. I live like this. No one questions it. Not one of the professionals on my care team has ever expressed any concern over this.
That is why I journal. I try to get the dates right when I blog, but once in awhile I run into a post where I've written the wrong year down for something happening.
The irony? The year I finally got away from my ex, the only way I could finally force him to leave me alone was by telling him he could see the kid if he agreed to go to an appointment at a psychological assessment center and sign a paper saying I could talk to whoever evaluated him. We are talking top of the line behavioral health, this building is famous around here. He passed with flying colors until I asked the assessor point blank if my ex had given dates for when we got married and when our kiddo was born, and watched the assessor turn really white when I pulled out the documents and showed him the real dates, and he actually asked, "Can you get him back here?" I simply said "Sorry, this is all I needed", got up and walked out. Basically, if he couldn't get the facts straight and really believed whatever popped out of his mouth (making our toddler two years older than she really was, stuff like that), that pretty much validated that other things he'd said about horrible injuries and surgeries in his life being a lie, and I was able to point to documentation with a neurologist disproving that, as well.
Him being a pathological liar wasn't the problem. One of my scariest days with my ex was the day a neurologist showed him on x-rays that he was fine. The drive home was not fine, and the stories didn't change. It was the neurologist who was wrong, and that really fueled a temper that translated to abuse later as a form of stress relief. What prompted this final break was a concerned social worker at a local welfare office sending him to job counseling, and one thing led to another until someone upped the ante and filled out forms for the state to pay for proof of hardship. It was a miserable year dragging from one office to another and another, but vital to an end game I didn't know at the time would save me later.
I can remember those basic kinds of dates, like when my child was born and when my wedding anniversary is, but I have what I feel is an uncomfortably laughable time orientation problem. But yeah, it's still really ironic, I think. You could say my own going time wonky thing is karmic justice for 'doing him dirty', but back then, time orientation really was a vital part of an elaborate escape plan because child safety stuffs. Note of interest- If you are reading this and have been considering seeking legal help leaving an abusive spouse, keeping a date and time noted journal of when whatever happens is significant to your case.
People take a lot for granted. I've had to remind Scott that if it weren't for him, I'd be in poor housing and have a court appointed guardian, and likely be living so broke that I wouldn't have tech at all. It doesn't matter that I got over 30 on an ACT or was in grad school or even held steady jobs for 8 years while the kids were in junior and high school. All that matters is that I live with a calendar and clocks in every room of my house and still can't get the day right, much less the time.
You wouldn't believe how many people I've run into that say they have problems, too, but they never tell anyone. Whole lotta brain blips out there. Illness, injury, trauma, lots of people living with time jags or deja vu or even moment to moment from meal to meal, but otherwise come across pretty normal. I think time orientation is taken for granted because so many of us are on schedules for school and work and stuff, but when the schedules are taken away during vacations or job loss or in beween semesters, we feel lost. Time passes weird.
One easy fix- use the TV for a time schedule, right? Fave show, this night of the week. Nope, doesn't work for me. I float week to week having to check my DVR timer for what day it is, and several times a week point blank ask @bonenado what day it is, sometimes several times in one day. I can be all over knowing something is two days away, and without warning think it's tomorrow, or even that I missed it somehow.
Feeling this disoriented can be unnerving. At first I couldn't put a finger on what was causing some of my anxiety, and then when I'd bring it up, someone else would counter with my anxiety was causing the time disorientation, but I've lived with this so long now that I think the two are separate. I exist, time is now, and having to attach it to what's going on around me with other people is where the anxiety comes from. The pressure to be synchronized and know what to do when, like meet for a special day, is where that comes from.
I used to think this was a really big deal, but I'm finding out as I share more and more of my own stuff that other people are like this, too, and there's not always a specific start date or cause. It's just something we all go through. I'm not sure if human brains were made to be tethered to time like this, to be so aware nearly every moment of where we are in a vast ocean of spacetime, to know what our planet tilt is and where we are in our orbit. We used to watch the stars, and that would be enough.
Time sync is upon us. Our entire planet is on the brink of super sync. This reminds me of two things- the Hopi time prophecies, and the Wrinkle in Time quintet. I think what transpired on Camazotz was about the scariest thing I ever read. I don't know if L'Engle ever read Lewis' Space Trilogy, but her CENTRAL Central Intelligence (1963) isn't far from his N.I.C.E. (1945), and then Spock's Brain airing in 1968. All three of these stories use a disembodied human brain to sync control over a population.
Is it any wonder I like Lexx... (Awesome brain removal screen shots.)
If there was a point to this, it's probably subconscious. I just think humans being synced into schedules, while efficient and profitable, is much akin to being kept in boxes, if you can twist the picture around enough to see it like that.
It might not be long until the entire world is finally synced up and all of us are in perfect rhythm, like on Camazotz.
The Hopi spirit is how we'll survive the time sync. This planet-wide sync has been coming all along, and maybe the only way humanity survives the machinery of it is to hang onto what really makes us human. It may not be in our natures to handle time pressures, but it is in our natures to forgive each other for feeling stressed out. We might feel a little disoriented, but as long as we don't take our stress out on each other, I think we're going to be ok.
Also, this is Wednesday and a new Mr. Robot is on tonight. I checked.
That moment when you look back and realize Sherlock left to go get high after the wedding, and wondering what he wrote on his list that night.
Most of my friends don't understand or have a clue why I blog. Many days it's the only thing keeping me from metaphorically making a list and literally going back under. No one ever saw how bad it got, more than once, for years at a time. One friend understands it and checks up on me. I'm sad that it's become too compulsive for me to know how to be sweet about any more. Aspienado bites.
My honesty hurts people. Many years ago, I was told by a man who escorted me to an abortion clinic (where I was tied down) that my pen is a sword. I have been talking about asploding the world, talking about watching Moffat blow the world up with ideas, talking about clawing my way back out of my hole and back up a jagged steep mountain, a broken dragon preparing to set a world on fire.
Back to the mundane. Last night was a light flurry of contact and investigation, and I guess this month I need to learn more about how forums work behind the scenes before it becomes a heavier flurry, like the coding and settings and all that maintenance stuff. Anyone who thinks Lexx fans are coming out of their mothers' basements to touch base with old friends have got it wrong. The last two Lexx fans who've contacted me are business professionals, one super hawt and published, another globe trotting, both in other countries, so when I talk about forum maintenance, I'm not talking about people sitting around like lumps on keyboards with nothing better to do. I'm talking worldwide fan base and I'd better get on the ball.
Plans for this week mostly center around Wednesday. I've got to get all my old laptop accounts and key codes pulled together for transfer to the new one, among other errands. My data plan will finally roll over on Thursday and I'll upload the next really long vid for my Nuts Before Christmas series. It won't load through the router because it's HD heavy. Got a good bit of autie traffic over those posts, which I'm hoping is a good sign for a book launch.
This winter is still ridiculously laced with ladybugs crawling maddeningly all over everything, and now our allergies flaring up with junipers and cedars going crazy pollinating in this mild weather. If we ever move to another planet, my first question is going to be, "Do you have cedars here?" +_+ Cedars are like winter ragweed for me, and I live in the heart of cedar country.
Just ran into the #oneword2016 challenge on twitter. Not sure if I linked that to the original original source, but close enough.
My word for 2016 is BE.
And we all know that "be" begins the word #bencongruity, which seemed to be my word last year.
You guys know my one word will always be fandoms. You guys save me in the night.
"Whiskas: a milk specially made for lactose-intolerant cats sells for $1.29 for a 6.75 oz box. A barrel would retail for $1,027."
Second post that year.
It hit right at noon on the dot here at my house. Freezing rain. Twinkles called on her way back to her place from college and said it was really bad up there, sleet and rain and snow mix. Radio is already reporting dozens of wrecks.
Poor Jaizzy was huddled under the deck waiting for me, and acted thrilled when I stepped out the door. Wasn't crazy about the camera...
I talked to her while she followed me down to her house, boy was she glad to get back in there. She acted like her feet were about to freeze off, and even though the bare patches are starting to fluff up, I'm sure she still feels a bit of the wind.
I'm huddled back in my house, too. Maybe I can snuggle up and get a nap in, like a bear in a cave.
2008- no post on this day because I was busy elfing Scott's coworkers, but this one two days before- "the edge of the coin, xmas lights"
Crappy pix of lights up. My camera has 'night vision', so I can't get it to show you how we see it with our own eyes. It was really dark out, not light, as you see in some of these, but the only way to make it dark was to use the flash, which obliterated how the lights really looked. I'm gonna have to dig the book out and see what I can do about that.
I have no idea where the red dots across the side of the house came from. Like I said, it was pitch black, I wasn't using a flash, and I never saw those for 'real'. Makes you wonder about infrared reflections we don't see or something.
The freakiest thing was that this was taken in pitch blackness, and I couldn't even see where Scott was, had no idea he was even in the picture, yet you can clearly see the color of his jeans, his hands, etc. Makes you wonder how much animals can see when their eyes are made to see in the dark. Makes you wonder how truly blind we humans are.
And this is 2 days after- "the weekly fluff"
Houston, we have a problem.
At night with the flash.
Without the flash.
We left it dangling for two days like that. Thought you'd appreciate that one, Sploit.
Whew, narrowly averted Scott having to trank me and drag me out into the woods. After I got all freaky about his totally ADD impulse to get the last red (apple wreath) votive candle out of the closet and randomly just set it any old where without mentioning it or lighting it and then him trying to tell me we were on the same brain wave when I went looking for it and finding it had totally disappeared for no reason (my obsession with knowing where something is and his impulse to move it randomly around the house is FAR from being on the same brain wave, and not communicating at all about it further away still, but he doesn't get *that* part), I realized I had to get us both on track with something or we were going to have a *very* bad day together.
So in a desperate attempt to 'make up' in the hopeless face of me wanting to rip his skin off with my short nails and him feeling indignant that I'm Mr. Spock on an acid trip, (and remembering that all our worst days have somehow magically resolved through rabid angry housecleaning together), I asked him if he'd be willing to clean the bathroom floors if I cleaned the rest of the bathrooms.
I hit that happy button perfectly. That guy is going to town. He's got the vacuum out dusting things all over the house, cleaning out drawers off the beaten path, and when he eventually gets to the bathroom floors, I have stamped my approval on him unnecessarily dragging out a bucket of water and the Armstrong, because there is nothing this man loves more than being mindlessly busy with a lot of noise going and big odory powerful cleaners, and the more unnecessary work involved, the better. I've been done with the bathrooms for a half hour already, and I even deep cleaned what I was doing. Now I've got the cornish hen in the pot with a bunch of herbs and my onion-carrot-celery combo, and the house is smelling quite lovely between that, the candle, and the cleaners. And I have a pine tealight going in the master bathroom.
Skip a bunch of stuff.
Hanging by my fingertips for the last hour on the fantasy football scoreboard. It's not helping that I caught Scott red handed last Thursday add/dropping my players around without telling me. I was having a great season, he got excited and jumped in last week and screwed me, then thought he could fix me back up this week and just plain took over my team, and now he's pacing like a nervous wreck because I've barely kept up neck and neck with my opponent, and he just passed me, and there are only a couple of minutes left in all the games. So he's feeling guilty that he screwed me again...
@ 6 p.m.
Game over. I lost. I asked Scott if he learned his lesson. He said yes. I said Good, because it would be a shame if I had to change my password behind your back...
So depending on the other chick in the league, I *might* still be in the playoffs if she loses tonight. Really iffy.
Scott's on the couch watching the Brothers Grimm thing on SciFi and feeling crummy and guilty. Guess I should go hang out with him so he'll know I don't have a stone knife hidden on my person.
2009- "knowledge is power"
Watched "Watchmen" on PPV this morning. Weird, riveting enough to actually hold my attention, somewhat ridiculous to the point of wondering how in the world they managed to get the thing filmed and whether they lost any money on it, and why in the world they wasted so much unnecessary time in some scenes and compressed so much latent info in others. My fave was Rorschach, my second fave was Dr. Manhattan. On a Mystery Men scale of entertainment, though, I give it just a two. I will probably never, ever watch it again. I was really glad to find out online that Keanu Reeves and Tom Cruise never got the chance to make it worse with their presence.
2010- "time keeps on falling on banana peels into the future"
Endo doc said my primary care dr. hadn't checked my thyroid in over a year before she even left. That means it was about 2 years ago that I started asking her if I could raise the dose, and she kept telling me the blood work was fine until I finally talked her into letting me see this guy a few months later and he verified what I was saying, then she rechecked about 6 weeks after I saw him. He couldn't believe all the other blood work she was doing after that and never once checked my TSH again, even when I had asked about it. Told this guy I'd rather bypass the other doctors from now on and let him do my yearly thyroid check, he said ok. He also said in all his years, he's known of only one other doctor completely closing down their practice and just leaving all his patients like that. It's just basically unheard of. Keep getting the feeling from the clinic doctors that they have no respect for that. He asked if I knew why she did that, and I told him I thought it was the only way she could escape from the Nurse of the Corn running the office. Told him a few things, and he asked for her name, said he sure wouldn't want to accidentally hire her.
2011 "Feliz Festivus"
Hit me awhile ago that maybe it's not about me being the target. Occurred to me that I'm given the opportunity every time I get a call to turn it into something evil, or at the very least say something rude or mean. ... All these years, all these opportunities, maybe it's about getting me to cave in to my anger with them, not about them ruining my day. No matter how black my day gets or how fast and completely I crumble, I have never used a scathing word to any of Scott's family.
That kinda blew me away. Maybe it's not about shooting me down with their nidiocy, but about me not destroying them back at every opportunity. I can only imagine the living hell Scott's life would have been if I had. So many people do that, get into fights and stuff.
2012 "we have our own manhunt now, falalalala"
Man leads Taney County authorities on chase(link removed) (details replaced by xxx for privacy)
They've already got some of the info wrong in that, it's supposed to be Circle, not Court, and 6 miles away would be xxx or xxx, not xxx, and on tv they're saying he followed xxx Creek, but the creek that cuts through here is xxx Creek. (They might correct it next time they update the page.) The only thing they're getting right is xxx and xxx, wow. Anyway, Scott and I think this guy is related to someone in one of the rich houses over there, and probably hunts around here and knows the woods real good. I'm almost betting someone is hiding him in a house. It's like xxx and xxx, their last name is different from family around here, it's not your first thought to check a house with a different last name. Anyway, they've got bloodhounds and those big rifles, gonna be really interesting to see if they've caught him by the noon news.
(they never caught him)
2013- Nothing on this day, but this was close by.
I bet I've written several million words just in the last 5 years. (the rest is too sad)
2014- Nothing on this day, but this public post was the day after. Click the title to see it.
That's today! I think my brain slipped out in the night, I've been pretty deep in and barely talking all day. I think I'm just doing this for busy work. Scott's outside doing last month's yard work. In years past we have pretty nasty weather by now, today is pretty gorgeous for winter. Made an awesome thick rich enchilada soup, and I'm this close to curling up in a ball and hibernating. I just don't sleep in after #latenightmovie like some of the others do. I was still bouncing up at 4 a.m. for coffee. You can click these to get to the tweets and then click the pix to make them bigger if you want to read what people were saying in chat. I can't think of a finer bunch of people I'd want to ruin my brain with. It's like an acid trip without acid, the movie was that bad.
You know the rest of the month I'll be thinking of the Ice Cream Bunny. Speaking of Bunnies, we had one over here last night.
Yep, Christmas is finally on at my house. We're keeping it super simple.
Not real often people see me out of a t-shirt. Metaphorically.
You can click on that to click on each pic to see better.
I'm so matchy. Even had a green umbrella.
Extra points to this guy for actually making it all the way into town like that. Hey, he's green, too!
So I got a yes on some of the degeneration thing we were watching earlier this year, but in a good way. If that makes any sense. The new stuff will be assessed again later. It was a good day to get out, at any rate. I made myself pay attention and soak in some autumn. It's going really slow this year, peak is lasting forever.
I would love doing this in a jigsaw puzzle.
Ok, this is getting a little ridiculous. Non vous aussi, LinkedIn.
Thanks to an incoming lurker from a referral link, I've discovered webmii.com (seriously, I don't go looking for this stuff, this one's apparently been around awhile). Spock is sort of impressed with how thoroughly they gathered my public info compared to other ranking sites I've seen.
This is actually the sort of thing I've been shooting for, in case the ridiculous amount of time and effort going into my fleet seems like a waste of time. I know this score doesn't look very high (for "Janika Banks"), but it's actually not bad out of millions (and more millions) of web profiles on the internet.
It also shows how crucial it is to find a stand out name on the webs because when I tried Pinky Guerrero, it totally smashed me and several other Pinkys together, abysmally lowering the klout score, among other things.
I know, silly time wasting stuff. Like I said, hipster coffee shops. I'm in one of my twisted funks where nothing looks right because I'm way too tired. BUT HEY, I was ready for early Halloween and it didn't happen, lol. At least I'm actually ready this year. I like to make goody sacks packed with treats.
I think I'm still sad from all that death stuff I finally dealt with, but it's hard to tell because I'm so good at not lingering on dwelling. Well, ok, I dwelt all spring and summer and partway into the fall (after 8 years of shutdown, part of my head points out), but I mean it was a more angsty kind of confusion because I had no idea that's really where it was headed. Now everything is just really quiet in my head.
I've rather carefully never wished for anything in my life, not really. I'm the sort of person who sees the futility in wishes and hopes, and if stuff doesn't happen, you either just make it happen if you really want it, or walk away and don't whine about it. Imagine spending a childhood like that. If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride, right? Adults actually said that to me. But something is sneaking up on me. No one sees the horses in my head.
"What we are we cannot be, what we are not, we are."
emo_rainbow_unicorn (Jess)
click pic for source
I think I'm feeling a wish starting to form. I'm not really sure what it is yet, but I know it's there. If Pinky had one wish... I wonder what it would be. Or is. It's already there, lurking, not letting me see it yet.
It sure is making for an interesting Pinkyween this year.
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Alejandro Sabella faint and fall memes
It actually all started with this post on facebook (which I'm guessing sent out a tag alert when I shared her 3 year old picture with Betty White after I got a Timehop notification), which linked over to this post from yesterday, and apparently a quick verification check about the twitter mention. Or, it could've simply been a polite fav back after I shared one of her tweets yesterday, but that's never happened before in the 3 years I've been following, so who knows, right?
For my psychologist and everyone else who thinks this is one of my narcissistic brag posts, while technically, yes, you are right, I'm going to layer that with *cough*posterity posting in case my glitchy brain goes off*cough*. (Special note for my readers in particular- as Gerald Webb is to the Snarkalecs, Jessica is to Hollywood wives and moms. Yeah, she's there in the middle of it.)
Moving on. I finally made it into chat for #latenightmovie last night at SyfyDesigns and had such a great time that I totally forgot to screen grab a keepsake.
the origin for this (click pic) was an app convo
that went horribly awry
as far as I can tell
*click for boring*
This was the funniest dumbest funniest #latenightmovie I've seen this whole year. The snark was off the wall. This snip will click to youtube if you're desperate for a questionable dude movie.
Felt really good to touch base with the gang. Kinda paying for it this morning, will hafta get on my big athletic ball and do a couple of backward traveling crab walks off it, stuff like that.
The view out my front window this morning.
The view out the back. Yes, I know it's out of season, we're actually still getting hummers migrating through.
Holy cow, just ran into Police say 1 killed, 4 injured in shooting at ZombiCon. What the hell, people, you know we're only practicing for the apocalypse, right? Geez. It's things like that that'll ruin it for everyone and get cons shut down. I try to stay away from news feeds. I usually get everything I need off twitter.
Now I need stress relief from the news. And something motivating while I move around getting busy. Kinda still have this in my head from last night, so I'm going with it. (Save yourselves, stop scrolling down after this vid. God, I want someone to make a KhanGa vid...)
OH. You guys thought I was going to do an Alejandro tribute. You know it's one of my faves. Sure, why not. You guys know I absolutely adore this song, however darkly suggestive it may be of Hessian-esqe-ish Illuminati takeover of Vatican power (quick, cover your eye) and the hint that special ops robots are going around disguised as pop stars (Mulder wants to *believe*), and the haunting hint that there will be hell to pay (get it? hell to pay) for anyone who was remotely involved on either side of the Spanish Inquisition (which is *cough* still going on now *cough*). It's those dang Mason forefathers. Are they Christian or not? At any rate, j'adore these excellent fan tributes. I'm actually quite torn, you guys know I'm a hardcore Lady GaGa fan AND a hardcore fan of the fans in all the fandoms.
Maybe I can snuggle up and get a nap in, like a bear in a cave.
