I had a pure spiritual moment today. This doesn’t exactly surprise me, as it is Samhain after all, the velvety night when the veil between This and Other worlds is thinnest and the energy runs thick. Feeling the urge to sing in Spanish along with songs in my Latin American alt/rock collection, I thought “Madera” … More Black velvet (vs. orange plastic)
Actually, that’s not entirely true. Not these days, anyway. One who ventures beyond the wasted landscape of Survivor, soap operas, and sensationalist news that passes for broadcast TV but better resembles toxic sludge will find that there are better options. About 250 better options, if you go for the gusto and get the top tier … More 57 channels and nothin’ on
I somehow feel compelled to drop what I’m doing at the office and vent. A friend un-friended me on Facebook today. And this wasn’t just a “Facebook friend” either, where the word “friend” can be applied a little more loosely; this was an actual personal friend. We even share other mutual friends. My rant begins … More Putting the "end" back in "unfriend"
Suddenly tonight, I started sneezing my ass off (again – hopefully the Benadryl and its sleep-inducing brain fog will kick in). I’m starting to trace these allergy attacks back to 2 things: wind and chemtrail spraying. (For those of you who don’t “believe in” the latter, get a clue. I know the people who usually … More Silver lining
I’m 33. And I’m OK with that. I have never understood why once women hit a certain age, they suddenly start acting weird. Age becomes a taboo subject and they start trying desperately to color their gray hair, chop it off and crop it short, and suddenly they use a ton of anti-wrinkle cream and … More Age ain’t nothin’ but a number
So anyway, I’m at the office. Just me, alone with the Halloween decorations. Yep, blogging on the clock. See, my partner is at an all-day conference, and everybody knows I only get a respectable amount of work done when he’s around. Oh, there’s plenty to do. Even aside from battling monsters on Facebook’s Castle Age … More Working on it
We don’t get out much. This means that after 8 months of living here, we still have no idea what the local TV or radio stations are. I’m only slightly more familiar with local radio stations, but that’s out of necessity. Actually the radio stations here aren’t half bad. There’s a glaring lack of alternative … More Out of touch