Sooooo… Judgement Day… yeah, that little nugget of wackadoo….
Come and gone…
Is anyone really surprised… I mean, really?
Sooooo… Judgement Day… yeah, that little nugget of wackadoo….
Come and gone…
Is anyone really surprised… I mean, really?
Apparently I’ve had nothing the least bit interesting or amusing to say since July. I think the creativity gremlins have kidnapped my muse or stolen my brain again.
Oh, cruel fates please release them so I can entertain my multitude of fans… all two of them (Hi M, Hi D).
If it weren’t for my thyroid I would slam back a few energy drinks and see what happened. Let my fingers fly across the keyboard and just type whatever crazy crap crossed my scattered mind. Unfortunately, they give me the shakes in a bad way and not the good buzzed, energy filled kind of way.
Damn you, you butterfly shaped gland of painintheassness.
Damn you to heck!
I have thoughts, I have thoughts…
Thoughts that race through the wooded landscape of my mind into the open expanse of a new world on the verge of discovery.
Thoughts that twirl and tumble with innocent naivety and wonder.
Thoughts that soar through the vivid sky right into the face of the temperamental sun.
Thoughts that burst into existence like a clap of thunder and thoughts that melt silently like raindrops on the verdant earth.
I have thoughts.
(via email)
CRIMSON: I am the last bamboo tree in the middle of a panda sanctuary.
COWORKER: I am the lonely bamboo tree’s last leaf staring at a slobbering panda mouth.
CRIMSON: Cheetos ate my Doritos and then the mosquitoes and the bandidos… well… they just weren’t happy about that. And, I mean really, who would be happy about snack food genocide. Those poor Doritos being wiped out by their cheesy overlords. It really makes you think…hmmm… and then to make matters worse, it doesn’t even seem to matter to the greater global society. Do you see anything about it in the press I ask you? No! Those sensationalistic, rumour mongering, bottom feeding, space monkeys, don’t even see fit to stick at least a two sentence blurb about it even in The Ladies Home Journal.
Oh the humanity of it all!!!!
Can’t we all just get along!?!?!
Like, really… can’t we…
COWORKER: I am sorry, but I have to agree with the tactics that Cheetos use to enhance their fatty goodness cheesy flavor. What better way to increase the sticky powdery cheesiness of one’s self than to devour a less superior snack food?
CRIMSON: You madame… are barbaric!
The Llama was insane. It knew that.
But that didn’t stop it from sitting in the silver chair atop the grassy knoll. With hind legs crossed and chin resting restlessly on a front hoof the beast contemplated his quick descent into psychosis that began and ended that very morning in the blink of an eye.
Yesterday… sane. Today… insane. There it was and with very little in between.
In fact he wasn’t even a llama at all but rather a goat with a dramatically elongated neck as a birth defect and an ambition to be more than he was. So llama was his chosen identity rather than the one chosen for him by the seemingly random events that lead to his being born a goat.
Oh cruel fates!
To be a goat meant… well to not be a llama and any sane being wanted to be a llama. Majestic creatures that they were, the llama commanded the admiration and respect of the entire southern continent with a single glance.
So here he was… a non-llama llama in a silver chair.
Hmmm… maybe the monkeys wanted to play.
Feeling pretty random today (hence the post title). There are lots of things that I know I need to think about but I can’t focus on any one thing today. I am going to have to start taking my mini digital recorder around with me again because on days like this the only time I can think clearly is while I am driving. The moment I simply sit on the couch and set to do some thinking my mind goes to white noise… not blank… but white noise.
Yes, it is as weird as it sounds but no I am not crazy (then again crazy people never think they are… muhahaha *wink*). Admittedly it also sounds strange that someone would plan time to simply think when it is a reflexive action that takes place all the time in response to external stimuli but my life is so busy that sometimes I have to have some me time to sort it all out in my head, set my goals, and mentally prepare myself for what’s ahead.
Please tell me I am not the only one who does this…lol.
Anyway, maybe tomorrow will be a more focused day and I will accomplish more. On a positive note, my new computer desk is being delivered tomorrow *insert girlish squee here*. I am overly excited because the store screwed up on the delivery date (it was supposed to be this past Tuesday) and because my computer desk currently is my dresser which is not exactly conducive to productivity or comfort.
I have a lot of hobbies and interests although usually I don’t have time to indulge myself and my numerous projects (like the latch hook rug I started 12 years ago when I was pregnant with my daughter that is collecting dust somewhere in the basement) end up on the back burner to the day to day demands of life.
Some of my hobbies and interests include or have included Artist Trading Cards (which I am now getting back into after a four year hiatus), Decos, Paper Twilling, Stamping, Postcards, RPGs (the written storytelling kind and larping), Trivia, Improv, Theatre, Random Acts of Kindness, Reading, Writing, Photography and much more.
I will have more info on those later as I develop this page but for now you can have a look at some of the Artist Trading Cards (ATCs) I have created in my photo gallery.
Origami – I finished my first kusudama project which took about three hours to do. The paper cutting and folding was a little tedious but I am very happy with the end result. While kusudama is technically a form of origami, some purists disagree since it involves glueing parts together. I then made a few lotus flowers which are easier and less labour intensive.
I am just your average netizen with my own senseless
ramblings to add to the chaos of the internet.
Breaking News: Late yesterday evening it was discovered that Crimson Myst, founder and CEO of the Church of Mysticism is made of combustable materials, she was quoted as saying “I blame my parents.” No further information is available at this time.
D – Daughter
H – Husband
M – Mother
S – Son
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ATC – Artist Trading Card
RAK – Random Act of Kindness
RPG – Roleplaying Game
Note: When it comes to postings of conversations and emails I take a little literary license with them to remove any identifying information or add a few words to clarify the context of a conversation so posts are not always verbatim.