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Clearing out my calendar this month as I get ready for the tuck and roll. Kinda feels unreal.
Aaaaaaaaaaand the Christmas decor is already up, lol.
I'm already making room for a couple of trees in my house. Papa's Vikings tree will be in the livingroom by the TV. Bunny's kid tree will be in the dining area bay window by the kitchen.
Speaking of football, total facepalm last night. Around 7:30 p.m. @bonenado goes "You didn't set your team, did you?", which screeched me to a frozen halt. I should have been on that, what *looks at invisible watch*, 3 days ago??? I mean, I'm on a fairly solid losing streak anyway, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad, right? So I asked how bad it was and he said I had 6 guys on byes. ##SUPERFACEPALM Ok, so maybe I just look negligent. I asked who I was playing this week, and he said Tony. I. about. died. My first thought was Oh no, it's going to look like Pinky Robot threw the game on purpose to the boss because #internetcrushhistory, and @bonenado said Yep, totally.
Facepalm.
So I have absolutely no dignity this morning. Just drinking my coffee sideways through facepalm.
*sigh*
Now puns are spinning through my head. I really dropped the ball on that one. Etc.
BUT I'm all caught up with Shannara Chronicles, The Flash, Gotham, Walking Dead, Dirk Gently, South Park, and I'm sorry, Tosh, I made an executive decision and decided that I just can't be the superfan any more. I have seen everything digital Tosh has done up to something like 16 shows ago, but something's gotta give, and my timer is loading up with PJ Masks kind of thing. It was a good run. We'll always have the show with all those people doing an exercise machine marathon, and the show where you dressed up like a Ken doll for the human Barbie. *weeping* I've gotta stop before I lose it and go get that timer back.
My only plans today are to keep the ringer on my phone on so I'll get scheduling calls, chip away at some more of the piles in my room while I do the daily dishes and laundry, menu plan some kind of supper, and rip another mesa down in Mo Creatures before resource gets reset. I expanded my player shop into colored and glazed terracottas this fall and I am slamming through clays like you wouldn't believe, on top of smelting chestloads of glass blocks and restocking ALL THE WOOD PRODUCTS. I'm a machine. I should take a little time and sell some more farm harvest, kinda blew about $300,000 this weekend on player shops and coal restock, and currently talking to someone about purchasing a flying bigcat, so I need to pump back up to my $2M before I blow it back down too far.
I'm not done yet.
I've still got things to do.
There's always a reason to go on. I just noticed the time on this. Kinda like that other time. Seems to happen a lot around here.
And then I facepalmed because it hit me that just taking a blocking cookie off doesn't change a thing if I don't reset the counter code...
Anyhoo, time for end of year assessment. My investor asked me yesterday if I've set a new sales projection, and after that we went through a quick review of where I'm at and where I want to be while we drove around a Walmart parking lot looking for an open space. He said I've been a crabapple the last couple of days, and I agreed that I've gone off course ever since the Pond of Death and I need to review my mission statement (ha, only people with the password can see that, nyahnyah) and set up a new projection timeline.
One of the biggies in the convo was how my original motivation to create this job has flipped. When I first came up with the idea to go public and studied how to create a launch platform, it was out of desperation, a means of distraction to keep me from drowning in depression. Some of my best writing has come out of the sheer need for escape during high pressure social situations, like holidays. That didn't happen this year because I didn't go through my usual aspienado shutdowns and survival maneuvers into FOCUS! and instead actually participated nearly 100% throughout the holidays. I could moan about this being a writing problem, or I could feel elated that I've broken through a very serious social deficit problem I've cringed through for many years. In short, this job I've created, whether it reaches financial success or not, has successfully helped me integrate my whole self into demanding social situations that normally have me going through avoidance behaviors, yay!!! So right away, that's a big ol' plus on the assessment agenda.
So now, one of my goal revamps will include a new (and presumably more emotionally healthy) writing plan. This is no longer a job of desperation, but of joy. I really like that realization, although sadly for friends, this means less time playing on social medias and more time doing actual work. Some of you, like me, nearly got stuck wondering where to put commas in that last sentence. When in doubt, throw commas out. That's my motto. The most properly written way would have gone- "although, sadly, for friends, this means..." Riiiiight.
Hang on, need a break here. Yes, this song. Not just for Benedict.
You know when people ask who you'd want to play yourself in a movie? I always say Austin Powers.
Ok, back to the assessment. Over this last year I've injected $1300+ into my ongoing projects and my tech exec has invested $2200+ on equipment upgrades, so that's at least $3500 just this year on a goal I set 3 years ago. By now we're probably at least $8000 in. This year I tied my properties into google analytics and discovered my web rankings are getting pretty sweet, besides my content being picked up by other curators. I'm still struggling with EU cookie compliance on my older blogs that are still in server move recovery, but nearly everything is verified for ownership, and the next step, once I reach sales, will be promotion. Every bit of this is organically done, not one shred of it has been done for me by a hired service or paid staff. Three years ago I was sharing the challenges I had starting this up, but with hard work and diligence, my overall health continues to improve and I'm managing to keep up with the daily disciplines of writing and checking on my social medias.
I've set and readjusted several goals, keeping in mind that family and 'real life' take priority over work, even though work is the distraction that soothes the continual problems I have with ASD complicating several triggers with anxiety and depression, and over this last year I realized that powering through isn't the answer when one is writing delicate material. I'm learning to oscillate in and out of a more singular focus on one blog in favor of the compulsive scattering across the broken slew of blog personalities I used for several years sorting myself out. I feel I've made significant personal growth with reintegrating #allmystuffs and focusing more easily on holistic thinking. I could have finished this first project on the side, disregarding what this could mean for a better product, but I'm glad I didn't. I feel slowing down and taking more time will mean a better quality finished product. I decided from the beginning that returns on this first project isn't the goal so much as the quality, which will hopefully boost returns on subsequent products.
By the way, I've had a few private offers to help get this done, and while I really do appreciate the offers, I just can't imagine using fundraising investments to do this. Giving me money won't make this move any faster, point blank. Some people can hire housekeepers and babysitters and office staff, but they miss everything about the writing process doing that. The whole point to live blogging through my process is to share my personal challenges and personal growth, my path through the jungle, as it were. Some people might be able to discipline themselves into regular work hours and so many words a day, but I have days where I easily do 5000+ and even 10,000 words, just not all on one project. And then I have days where I barely get a blog post done over several hours with lots of help from a Bunny. I missed so much of my kids on real jobs for many years, like games and dances and even my youngest graduating, so no, there's no way I'm going to miss a single second of Bunny.
Lotta big words. Let's take another break. This is me working on my first book irl.
There are a few changes I hope to make over this next year. It's obviously a huge year for Lexx fans, and I need to put at least as many hours into writing for Lexxperience that I do for my Walking Dead live tweet reviews. There's no Lexxcuse for slacking there when I've put so much free time into other movie and TV show reviews and discussions. Part of writing for a worldwide fandom means paying more attention to the fans involved in the fandom, so I'll need to figure out how to reallocate some more of my time for personal interaction in fan groups.
Enough of the big stuff. Where am I at on the particulars? Numbers are fun!
Top post ever on Surveypalooza at 248 views is Future Survey, currently 4552 total overall over its 15 month history.
Pinky's Sox has only 6 posts and 2106 total views over 12 months.
Blogger makes it pretty easy to weed out spam and bots and watch generalized stats.
I've come to intensely dislike WordPress and haven't spent very much time on those blogs, despite owning two domains over there and using gravatar to help verify other sites connected to WordPress. I should probably download the kit and do it correctly... We'll see what happens over this next year. Who knows, I might go into a brain spasmy fit and suddenly obsess over it. I've seen some other very nice WordPress sites, but I fail to be jealous and inspired to do the same. If Blogger ever streamlines more toward WordPress style, I will go into a severe depression and weep.
We must take another break and cheer me up.
I kind of let Klout slide earlier in the year until I discovered YouTube playlist hits jacks it back up, so I'm holding pretty steady again, which is preferable since I'm listed in some serious twitter lists regarding higher klout scores. I think it's kind of silly, but some jobs actually hire and fire over social media scores, believe it or not, so I may as well keep it up there. This is from today.
I'm not going to be redundant and go over all the other stats observations I've made through the year. I'd love to hand out banoffee to everyone who survived my Lady Gaga and Benedict Cumberbatch obsessions this year- wait- oopsie. Was about to link you guys to 'pink banoffee', but apparently it's a new color in a risque lingerie line now. I can, however, hook you up with Benoffee. You're welcome. Oh, and it clicks out to a real blog post about banoffee.
But I think the most fun I've had this year (yes, even more fun than stats) is all the smashing on youtube. It's not enough making fanvids and shipper vids any more, now it's about taking the DJ pop and rap smashes and smashing several fandoms into those smashes. I've found hundreds of awesome vids this year, but if I were to boil one favorite down, I'd pick this one because the simplicity is so elegant and the irony is delightfully exquisite.
I think one person in the whole world will actually get this.
I had really weird dreams last night and woke up wondering if anyone had ever memed an invisible facepalm. Well, I did find three, all were dumb. Internet, you are failing me.
So in the dream last night, something about invasion and I was with a group huddled up in a building that hadn't been checked yet, and we were quietly arguing about the best way to breach the barrier if we could reach it, but before long the building was swept into, lotta crazy sorta really off the wall cruel military systematically taking and processing prisoners, and several of my people were lined up to be shot just a little way from me. Someone asked if anyone would care to volunteer cross over and become information cooperators helping find more people, and I immediately and without hesitation stepped out and said I would, and as I was led away, I noticed no one else did and I knew they were all hating me right up to the moment they were all being shot. I didn't look back, just kept going and followed directions and orders and found my way to where I'd be instructed next.
I never once felt like a traitor. I felt like a survivor. I was carrying information in my head forward into the future, and it had to survive. The only way I would be able to relay that information later on to the right person at the right time would be with a living body and mind, and I knew I could navigate my way through everything I didn't believe in to arrive to another place and accomplish the original goal, whatever it was. I never got that deep into the dream to where I actually thought about what the information was, I just knew it was important.
I woke up before anything else happened, was kinda mundane finding equipment and gear and the tactical team I'd be added to. I don't remember why I invisible facepalmed.
Anyway, back to my exhilaration. Stuff. Luvs. Yeah, I know I left at least one verb out somewhere up there. I don't care. Get over it.
I would love to create an autorespond that says "I'll like ur FB if u like mine 1st, tag me when u've achieved this", but I'm busy.
At least I'm sleeping. That's the main thing (I say on a day that I've been up since 1:30 a.m.). I'm counting falling asleep on the couch at 6 last night and wobbling back up at 8 to brush my teeth and collapse back into a real bed.
Meanwhile, I'm ticked that a monetized wordpress site I surfed earlier for information I really didn't need was infected with a java bug that keeps triggering a series of update-and-check-for-solutions popups because my Internet Explorer crashed 2 years ago and I've been doing workarounds ever since with the little programs that use IE as a driver. Even the Geek Squad couldn't believe last year how heavily I am still able to work on this laptop with crippled and crashed browsers and me continually telling updates to shut up. They suggested wiping the hard drive and starting over (really? I thought you guys were the ultimate geeks), but the last time we went through that on a desktop we lost so much stuff because the backup was dismally antiquated and shoddily thrown together in one bin and there is just no way to open about 80% of it. So no, I'm slugging through like this until I can get my first project done. Anyway, thank you so much, idiot blogger who doesn't have a clue how to prevent internet venereal disease. There's a reason blog hosts dumped java and went to iframes.
It hit me yesterday that I'm going after Sherlock as hard as I did Merlin, time to pick up a new flash drive and move a million vids off my hard drive. Also, I got 20 bucks out of the coin bowl & added a refund check for an overpayment on some Christmas I very suddenly paid off last month without paying proper attention, turned that over into a Sherlock 3 pack from Amazon. @bonenado is a little cranky that I did this without telling him because he had planned to surprise me, but turns out he ordered from the BBCA brochure and paid over twice what I did plus shipping (I got free shipping), so he gets to send his back. That's a happy facepalm because he gets money back.
My blood pressure was 114/78 this morning, yay! And that in spite of being in my 9th day of super hyper excitement. At first I thought, ok, stay calm, don't throw down and start making plans in case you crash, you know how this goes, BUT I went ahead and hashed out a new schedule last night that I think I'll be able at least sorta stick to in that event, so I'm ludicrously shooting for end of spring again. I know, every time I try to set a wrap-up date I get ambushed, and it's still wide open whether I'll be scheduled for surgery at the end of the month. However, the dam broke last week, the hardest part is getting done, and I'm actually still so excited about the rest that it'll take a lot to stall me out again. I know, I'm tempting the fates even just writing that down. By the way, watching my traffic in general triple this week has also been very motivational, so thank you lurkers, and especially if you are a Lexx fan from the old days. It's been a long time coming.
At least I'm sleeping. That's the main thing (I say on a day that I've been up since 1:30 a.m.). I'm counting falling asleep on the couch at 6 last night and wobbling back up at 8 to brush my teeth and collapse back into a real bed.
