Brazil

@bonenado's fortune cookie from his Chinese take out tonight said he'd live a long and wealthy life. I told him long and wealthy could mean paralyzed and lawsuit from some kind of accident, and maybe he'd be stuck in misery for many years, helpless to spend his wealth except on doctors and medical treatments. If I were a genie in a lamp, I'd probably be like that, kinda mean and sarcastic, but in a twisted good way. I'd make sure the granted wishes entailed making amends for all the mean things people do, especially if they kick animals and make little kids cry. If I were one of the many gods floating around in the ancient days, I'd have wanted to be the God of Irony. The peasants would be terrified of everything they did coming back to bite, like a sick perverted kind of karma.

I run into that question every little bit- If you had three wishes that were granted, what would you wish for? Everything I can think of could misfire, no matter what it is, despite however good and unselfish it might be. Ultimately, though, I think my first wish would be that I could eat Taco Bell without having an allergic reaction to anything. Of all the food I really miss eating out, Taco Bell springs to mind the most often.

A follower I don't know anything about and have never spoken to before gave me a heads up about a facebook scam going on in, guess where, Brazil, haha. Normally I ignore fake accounts because most of them turn out to be web crawler sites that multiply by people claiming their accounts, kind of like getting caught in a whirlpool of bot activity for no other reason than that's just how they multiply. This one, however, was malicious, and I've reported it. It auto-rips FB without my permission and won't allow me to cancel it (that goes to the FB report page that trying to cancel triggered), so there you go. Brazil. And all the other related posts on Pinky blog.

Anyway, the top gray area translates to "Only registered people can have access to Pinky's profile. Join the more than 2 million readers who share their passion for books in Skoob." Skoob, you bad monkey. Actually, I don't know that Skoob is actually responsible, maybe they've been breached themselves. The original Skoob.com is in London, and the scam skoob puts .br after the com, which is Brazil. Google translate says the language is Portuguese.

Because I'm actually associated with a real author in Brazil, thanks to Lexx, it looks like I actually support his book when you click in the right place, but I'm pretty sure that's part of the inbuilt bot thing since we're already friends on social media and I support him anyway. His first book is in English now, so if you'd like to check it out on amazon, click this- Intergalactic

That's it for tonight. Scott wants to watch something else on TV, so see ya.

#IWriteAboutItBecause

btw, loving John Rhys-Davies in The Shannara Chronicles

Last night was pretty exciting. I was having a buncha big thoughts in the shower and wound up thinking about how not even the Doctor could get the Sliders back home, like you do, and emerged to @bonenado feeling upset about not being able to find his giant stomper hunting boots that he'd been rummaging around in the basement for and suddenly switching gears wanting to know if I'd want to watch The Blacklist, and I gave up, all my cool thoughts went down another drain again, held frustration at bay hoping I'd be able to pick them back up later, because I had a neat idea I was going someplace with. And now #IWriteAboutItBecause I'm hoping I can trigger back to where I laid down those thoughts.

First order of business was to squelch the ADHD and redirect, so I led the way back down into the basement and patiently refocused gerbil brain back into more logical questioning over and over, do you remember the last time you actually had the boots, did they disappear before Thanksgiving because remember Twink was moving and there's all this 'new' stuff down here now, the mini trampoline kept coming up so obviously there was a reason the boots had to move off the trampoline (I conceded his logic for them being on it in the first place was actually sound to his way of thinking), and over a little time putting a picture back together from probably about 8 weeks ago, he suddenly went straight to them buried out of sight between and under a bunch of furniture and sacks and boxes covering a kids' plastic picnic table, where they were sitting on the seat off the floor. (He's watched every version of Sherlock ever made, I don't get how this process of rebuilding a crime scene hasn't sunk in yet.) (Maybe that's why I was always bored with all the other Sherlock versions and he's still glued to Elementary.) (I really hate Elementary, I have to leave the room.)

See, you can't get basement floor odor on the soles of hunting boots by setting them on the floor. It's ok if they sit on everything else... We've had lengthy discussions through the years about the mysteries of odors and hunting superstitions, so yay, we found the boots and went back upstairs to watch The Blacklist. I really don't think Elizabeth Keene should have been able to recover that quickly from a nitrogen-heavy suffocation that blacked her out, but I digress and the show must go on.

And then Scott dreamed about drugs and the FBI swarming his work last night while I dreamed about alt worlds where I made other really cool stuff on the webs that felt so real that I had a hard time waking back up to this world and going, 'oh'. Not as cool here as the last me I visited.

So here I am, coffee in the brain, and still trying to remember that really cool thing I was thinking last night in the shower that I couldn't wait to get out and write down before I forgot it and then got brain bombed. The danger of getting back into the shower and trying to recreate the scene is having all new cool thoughts crowding out the old ones that slipped away, so best just stay out of the shower for awhile and see if some utter peace and quiet will bring it back, now that @bonenado has left for work.

Mondays are like this. Every Monday. Every. Monday. My brain and I getting reacquainted, chatting about this and that over coffee. Starting all over again with making a Plan. Scott is still driving my car, but I hope to be getting my keycodes to the new lappy guy by Wednesday and picking new lappy up by the end of the week. Might be coming out of the depression dip soon, kinda seeing shafts of light getting into the darker corners again. Arms hurt like heck all night because I held my phone watching the live tweet feed while the Vikings teetered on the edge of ridiculous fail, so I've gotta stay away from my phone today and let my arms rest again. My hands finally stopped hurting somewhere in the night. You know, I don't say much (I really don't), but when a person can't even hold a spoon to stir something, yeah. You should see me putting jeans on. Ok, maybe you shouldn't. I have this trick where I hook my thumbs in the belt loops to pull them up. I've already been through a couple of years where I couldn't tie shoes or even put on my own socks, so I've got all these little tricks I'm going back to.

I do know that idea had something to do with 'all of time and space' being just a tiny blip in the reality of our own universe amid a consortium of multiverses (a bunch of a bunch, I just wrote), and how one would go about conveying that idea in a story. So I started crossing Doctor Who and Sliders and had this brilliant epiphany of phraseology (that's a real word, guys), and *boop* it's gone.

Really wish someone would do a fanvid of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy to Lady GaGa's Edge of Glory. If I had the time to sit and do stuff like that I'd have whole novels on the market by now. I need staff to do frivolous things for me.



Nope, still haven't recovered that thought. Maybe later today. In the meantime, making my way through another Monday to some kind of breakfast.

The Pinklist, and more fun with GWT hijacking

You know how you see something that doesn't make sense and just kind of sit there staring.

Click & lyao

I'm having one of those moments. I'm at a complete loss.

I might be paying attention to the wrong blog. My obsession with novelty footwear and who's wearing it evidently outclasses everything else I've ever done, at least on July 24th, 2015. See, this is why world domination is behind schedule, now I'm totally regretting not posting these sox over on that blog.

Oh, here we go, it's Brazil. (If you're just joining in, that links a trail back to the original The Pink List post.) This is from the last 30 days.

Brazil doesn't show up once on Pinky blog here, yay!

This is a real page.
Do my Brazil heavy website stats indicate something nefarious?
"Someone could be accidentally using your Google Analytics code." Yeah, that's kind of what I was already figuring out the other day. Seems like a stretch to assume 'accidentally' bombing so many people, though. Who'll bet me that's not a hacker group trying to break into Google? (If it is an accident, Pinky's Sox is the best rickroll page ever, right? I discovered after I made it that it's a porn typo that makes a really great pun.) (I'm still so innocent it's frightening.)

The Blacklist Season 3: Liz is on the Run, Will Red Keep Her Safe? We'll See

Wow, I can't believe someone actually smashed Reddington and Sherlock. I'm in heaven.

The Pink List

Guess this is the closest I'm going to get this morning to pink coffee.

I'd like to thank the person/bot in Brazil that pumped up my dotcom traffic count last Friday. I hadn't checked that blog in ages till yesterday, no idea why this happened.

It feels kinda Black List-y, only instead of Berlin it's Brazil.

So here's the thing. I'm running a little behind on my Santa chores because I haven't had a car this month.

Actually, that's been Scott's car since 2009, was mine for years before that. He's driving the CRV now because the thermostat is out in the pickup, very sucky driving with no heat, can't defrost, etc. We've been way too busy to solve this problem (hopefully this weekend), plus who wants to pay a year of property tax on another vehicle that's only a couple of weeks in the family, right?

So I'm getting the house ready for a big pajama party on Christmas Eve, plus the week of Christmas will be a busy burrito week so the daycare lady can enjoy Christmas, too. Got all kinds of deep cleaning and freshening up going on, moving stuffs around so presents can magically appear without us tripping over them, fine tuning my lists for the days I'll finally get back into town. The more I can get done this week, the easier it'll be later. I'm actually very surprised and pleased I still have so much brain access this time of year. I'm usually in core shutdown by now, just a numb robot going through motions. Guess my brain chemicals must finally be resetting back to a healthier cocktail in there.

In the meantime I'm counting down the mailing days till Christmas. It'll be here in TWO WEEKS, guys. Click this for more info.

We also had a box arrive Fed-Ex yesterday from a mail order company that was so shredded I thought the worst, thank goodness everything inside was well protected and survived. I've been told when I ship through UPS that packages need 2 inches of cushioning on all sides and must be able to withstand bumping around 40 MPH automatic conveyors. Click for more info.

Another click if you've got questions.

And if you're still not sure you're doing it right, UPS will pack your box for you for an additional fee.

Now comes my favorite part. I've been obsessed with the shipment of goods and services around the world since the fourth grade (#aspienado), I love watching videos like these. I like to think about my own packages being part of the crazy jumble, wondering if my box coincidentally bumps a box from someone I know, traveling across the planet to people I love, like magic. If I'd had the proper guidance back in the day, I think I'd have been very happy going into shipping logistics.

UPS, FedEx, and USPS have their own youtube channels if you want to see more. I've gotta tear my eyes away and get busy!