EdgeofGloria

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

I'll be doing an interview soon with Jade Haag, fellow St. Francis grad, on her blog, Feminist Snow White. Check it out at: https://feministsnowwhite.wordpress.com/

The strange skipping rap version of "Be My Guest."

Wah wah. Wah wah wah wah waaaah, wah wah wah. Wah waaaaaah, wah wah wah wah wah. Wah. Waaaah, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah . Wah wah wah wah, wah wah WAH, wah wah wah. Wah wah.

I went to Cedar Point again on Wednesday. It was probably one of the best CP trips ever, but it was great in a bizarre way. Everything seemed opposite of what usually happens. What went on? Well, I'll tell you! Hot weather --After one of the coldest, wettest summers I can remember, the September 2 Sandusky, Ohio, forecast called for 87 degrees and sunny. I didn't have to work that day, so I decided to go. The strange thing about this is despite mostly clear skies, it sprinkled a bit. These are obviously not rain clouds. You can't tell, but it WAS sprinkling. One of the Millennium Force ride hosts asked me if it was raining, and I said, yes, but couldn't understand how or why. There were what looked like thunderheads a few miles away, but could drops travel that far? I guess so. It felt right to experience Cedar Point on a day you might actually drop from heat stroke. That's what summer is supposed to be. For me at least.  Freaky Short Wait Times --I ...