I staggered out of an extra hard sleep from a nightmare of zombies taking over Silver Dollar City. Last thing I remember was people talking about Sheriff Carl Grimes. My stunned ragged brain barely has enough coffee to function and already I'm having visions of what to do next with this. In the meantime, inhale this awesome red velvet funnel cake. That clicks to the SDC twitter feed.
So that obviously is a direction I'm going today while it's still fresh in my mind. I've also gotta do a couple cleaning chores around here and get all over putting a chicken into a pot.
I guess I've had a bug this week. I thought it was a depression thing, but after yesterday's uselessness of barely being able to get around and function and six straight hours of TV (super rare for me, especially during daytime), Scott said he felt like that the day before. I often misinterpret being sick for other stuff. I think way back around 2007 I made a checklist of symptoms and at the bottom wrote "If ALL these things are happening together, stay focused on needing a doctor appointment." Five of the ten things look like depression symptoms increasing. Took several years for me to figure out those were consistently the first signs of me being sick with a real germ. It's difficult to tell when you're a spoonie and you're so used to feeling rough anyway. So I'm a little boingier today, yay. I don't go down with bugs near as long nowadays as I used to, which is awesome, means my immune system is getting itself figured out.
I know I've done this one before, but it's on my mind. I'm in a fun mood.
It's fun looking back through my old private blog sometimes. This is from three years ago today.
Dad called all excited last night, John had seen something about UFOs on Glenn Beck, asked if I’d seen the ufo videos over the Dome of Rock in Jerusalem… Poor Dad. I told him my personal opinion (which I hardly take seriously, given how far out of the loop I am in the world) is that the whole world order thing is a guise for constructing a world military that we’ll be in control of before the aliens announce themselves and take over. I really don’t know whether to giggle saying that or feel bad that I’m putting more ideas into Dad’s head.
My psychologist urges me every little bit to call my dad. My childhood would have been more fun with the parent who did THIS.
I guess we can see where my interest in scifi shows full of spaceships comes from. I was hardcore Lost in Space before it was cool.
Another exerpt, got kinda wordy that day.
Got a book from the library written by Clarissa (the blond) of the Two Fat Ladies called The Greener Life. She is around 64 now. It’s a really good book, if the economy really does fail and we have to once again become self reliant and make all our own stuff and live off wild herbs and gardens and whatnot. But so many personal comments irritated me, like people are healthier if they turn down the heat and wear wool. Or if they only eat fresh and what’s in season. Or if they eat only organic and avoid the ‘filthy’ supermarkets. And on and on. And I’m looking back over my own childhood and thinking- hmmm. I grew up on home grown organics and puked my guts out regularly. I grew up in a chilly house with extra clothes on and endured spectacularly high fevers and painfully raw sore throats and earaches. I grew up blistering my phalanges working in the garden, pulling weeds and picking, snapping endless sacks of beans for canning, pitting endless buckets of cherries for canning, shucking hundreds of ears of corn for freezing, plucking hundreds of chickens through my life… I LOVE supermarkets and Walmarts, they do all the work FOR you. And the food isn’t that bad, some of it is actually in so much better condition than when we grew it ourselves, even if it says organic, because yes, grocery stores sell stringently regulated organic food now. I just don’t have the same memories of life being ~better~ when everyone worked themselves to death for not much of anything and everyone being sick and stupid because we were too busy sustaining ourselves to really learn the science behind living well. And my mom died of diabetes and my dad gets gout all the time and you never could tell them any different.
That would be a great book to have around if the world falls apart and the skies fall, or if a person really wants to make a hobby out of the pre-tech lifestyle, but it’s otherwise as full of crap as any I’ve seen. I think a person can be anti-govt without propelling backward into the stone age. And more irritating was that she has actually traveled extensively and is getting rich touting these beliefs, not to mention at least 150-200 pounds heavier than me. She may have the cholesterol and blood pressure of a toddler (as she is so fond of saying) eating all the butter and grease she wants (just like my dad), but fails to mention whether her blood sugar is beserk or any other medical problems. Well, except that she does confess she was an alcoholic for 12 years (during her home brewing days) and got scurvy as a result (which she cured with wild herbs that are full of vitamin C), but dang, WHO gets scurvy in this day and age?!?!?!? If anything, I’d call that a strike against propelling backward.
So, as you can imagine, I find it really hard to take her opinions in the book seriously. Just give me the practical info and leave out the personal opinions. I already have my dad telling me what cures what, but he believes diabetes is contagious and that he’s immune…
I clearly broke free of my upbringing and have strong opinions about other people having opionions about it. I wonder how many other children in this world were raised by a Mennonite with a UFO obsession.
Ok, need a Plan. This needs to be one of those sweep out the corners days where I piddle through a mile long list of little chores that only take a few minutes but they are simultaneously so dull while still requiring my full attention that they wear me out. But I will try. If I had a secretary, this would be the work assigned to the peon gofer I hired for him/her to boss around. Let's see what I can get done today. My list includes creating a categories menu for the bluejacky and yablo blogs, finishing a navigation project on blogger, two forms I have to fill out and mail, dumping around 700 pics off my phone into the correct places, and THAT means catching up my pinterest. I love the way pinterest organizes images, but I'm already finding so many flaws and holes in it that I know I'll eventually overwhelm myself if I don't build some kind of extension onto that library system as well, because I really don't have the time to sit and stare at my screen while I look for one particular item in a jumble of a hundred other items.
In the meantime, I'm losing myself in fractal videos to handle my pain levels going up in this lengthy bitterly nasty cold spell (this clicks to a vid)
Two years ago today I nearly deleted ALL my Janika Banks stuff after deleting all my Lexx stuff except my empty Lexx blog. It's complicated. I still feel bad for doing that. Besides losing my own artwork that I can never get back, I deleted stuff I was hosting for other fans. Bad me!
This is a bad time of year for depression- winter has been long, spring isn't here yet, people are worn out, and this year especially money is getting really tight across the U.S. because heating costs. (It's all I can do not to talk in twitter mode, bear with me when I do that. I'm thinking about writing a little book in twitterese.) We may be running out of propane this week ourselves, and the office isn't taking calls or voice mails. We don't know if they are just out of propane or that swamped with calls. And it's one of those things where our prepaid has run out (which usually lasts well into spring or even to summer) and the next fill up will cost around $400. So naturally we're bumping the thermostat down some more, already had vents and doors shut, have been wearing extra clothes and shoes in the house for weeks, next step is stay in one room with a space heater and do a lot of cooking ahead and freezing back so my electric oven will warm up the kitchen a little. Life in the deadly cold snowy woods. It's as quiet and still and dangerously beautiful out there as the storybooks say.
But I'm doing pretty good. I'm back in robot crush mode. I can't help it. At least I'm still sleeping.
You'd think after Robot Monster in late night movie last night that I'd dream about little Johnny being molested by furry aliens in big helmets, but nooooo, I go and have the most horrific spider dream I've ever had in my LIFE. Where in the *world* did that come from??? And it kept resetting over and over like a game. You can click this pic to get to the movie calendar.
Tonight is the Walking Dead!!! Huzzah! Wait, where's my zombie smiley... I'm late jumping on board, but what the heck, have a Valentine.
My facebook movie is indicating that I'm not taking enough selfies. Here I am in my fabulous bedhead this morning, sitting on the floor WORKING.
This pic of burrito that I got yesterday at her brother's birthday party cracks me up.
Ok, now I'm just stalling. Time to get busy again. I have a LOT of stuff to do today- big load of dishes and laundry, cooking, tweeting Dylan Knows, watching Firefly with Dan and Holly and maybe Myke, and then of course this evening live tweeting The Walking Dead with the SnarkAlecs. And I really think that spider dream was about the publisher trying to contact me. Still. *paperwork*
I need serious distraction so I can focus. I know that sounds ludicrous, but it works. Bradley and Colin to the rescue.
One of those weekends where plans abruptly change. I'm good with it. Believe it or not, I was looking for a kitteh pic when I found this. Click the pic to see the interior.
This. Love her.
The world is probably lucky I'm allergic to makeup. Some days I really miss it. Kinda in a mood.
My childhood would have been more fun with the parent who did THIS.
Where in the *world* did that come from??? And it kept resetting over and over like a game. You can click this pic to get to the movie calendar.
Wait, where's my zombie smiley... 
I'm late jumping on board, but what the heck, have a Valentine.
