Monday, October 5, 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015

Mini Movie Monday!

My cat Summit is rather frightening. I rescued her when she was a kitten. I am not a cat person, but I couldn't just walk away from a kitten whose eyes had crusted shut. I took her home seven years ago. She scares me. I don't think I'll get another cat. She's a good cat, but living with her is kind of like living with my brother. She's hostile to me for no good reason, despite having the run of the house, and plenty of food. Anyway, I try not to cross her. I imagine this is what she thinks whenever I piss her off.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Mini Movie Monday! People are Still Having Sex Crunch 0 Mix

Not really an original video. I have this on cassette, so I'm sorry if the sound quality sucks. I really liked this version, along with "Mark's Missionary Mix." I've been a fan of techno/electronica/dance music for quite some time. I wish I still had this album, because it's damn near impossible to find. This particular song is hard to find on YouTube. I hope I can find the CD of this in good shape. I love remixes, if they are good and have something different to add to the original song.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Thursday, September 17, 2015

I Guess I Like Pain

An assignment for class had me looking at creative writing journals. I found three that were pretty interesting. One is running a contest. The theme is "childhood". I had a good one, but there were some pretty upsetting things that I experienced. Funny, two of the experiences I remember were submerged until I became an adult and was trying to sort out the past.

And so far, over this damn essay, I've cried twice. Part of the reason I haven't done well at adulthood is that I really never wanted to grow up. I still feel like a helpless little kid, doing everything I can think of to make things right, and feeling like I'm still failing. And no one has the solution. Not even me.

This essay is making me miserable, but because I'm a perfectionist, I'll keep working away on this until it says everything I want to say (within the word count, that is) and send it in.

I mean, I won the last contest I entered. I knew I would. Because no one had the kind of story I had, and no one could tell it the way I could. Funny, how I knew I would win. I just knew.

But maybe, through this assignment, I've found more places to try sending my work. However, it better not involve the amount of tears I've shed for this piece.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Just Call Me "Trainwreck"

I got an email from a guy who told me I was a "trainwreck." It's a refreshing change of pace from being called a "fucking whore," which always makes me laugh, because I'm the least promiscuous person I know.

Still, I wasn't offended by being called a trainwreck. I rather like the visual--miles of track with derailed cars all cattywampus, smoking wreckage, oozing chemicals, perhaps a few injuries or fatalities. The German in me digs a little schadenfreude, and I'm loving the comparison. Look out y'all--derail me and I will FUCK YOU UP.

Now departing Waterloo--the Midwest Mayhem, now boarding on track 13.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Mini Movie Monday!

This is Hollypop 2013. Some local businesses "popped up" downtown for a three-day shopping event over the Thanksgiving weekend. I talk to participants and ask them about their businesses.