EdgeofGloria

This isn't one of my videos, but I love it. I see myself as Charlie, surrounded by people who are somewhat delusional and wildly optimistic. I haven't been invited on a trip to Candy Mountain, but because of this video, I'll be wary. Plus, I'll keep an eye on my kidneys.

This doesn't include the stuff I am forced to hear at work. This is what I chose to listen to the last couple days. Schoolboy Crush--Average White Band Seventies funk from Scotland. I love anything from the 70s. Beach Bump--Baby Ford Late 80s electronica/house/whatever. Get up and dance! Fetish--Baby Ford More electronica. Intoxication--React2Rhythm Early 90s house music. Just a little higher, indeed! Sunlight Bathes our Home--Clinic If cowboys made dance music, I think it would sound like this. Turn to Stone--ELO More from the 70s. Hooked on Bach--Louis Clark and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra Yeah, it was published by K-tel. This was back in the day when you could release an instrumental and it would be in the Top 40. AND be popular. (This wasn't released as a single though.) Dad bought me this album, which I listened to constantly. Joy--Apollo 100 Released as an instrumental. Showed up in Boogie Nights. Epic. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps--Doris Day ...

One of my department co-workers was talking about a customer. Apparently the customer was shaking primer by hand at home, and when he opened the lid, the primer exploded onto his face. My favorite manager was asking my co-worker about the incident, when I said, "it's such a bummer when men explode all over themselves." The manager looked at me and said something like, "I don't appreciate those kinds of comments directed at young men such as myself and your co-worker." I just smiled. I can get away with shit like this because I am DAMN good at my job (I had a customer ask for me by name tonight) and because this particular manager loves me like a daughter. Even though I'm much older than he is. #olderdaughteryoungerdad #itssortofawkwardyetcomforting

I didn't forget to post the video! And this is a brand-new video ! I drove down the famous Lombard Street!

Doing research for one of my grad projects, so if you read erotic fiction, take my survey. It's totally anonymous, so unless you are dumb enough to sign your name, I won't know who you are. Take the survey here: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/HQGMPTH I would like enough responses to put together a fancy graph for the proposal, so it looks like I actually did research.

It's all fun and games until your co-worker sticks her finger into your mouth.

Less than 48 hours after returning from a totally validating week in San Francisco (seven agents are interested in my manuscript), my car breaks down. Then, I forgot to take my house key and jump drive off the key ring. My neighbor, who has my spare key is not home. I had to call a locksmith. Thanks, Fort Wayne. I missed you too*. *Not really.

There are complaints that video games are super violent, but back in 1800 whatever, or perhaps 1900 whatever, you could pay money to see a hanging. Behold, The English Execution.

After worrying about it for weeks, I'm in California for a writing conference. So far, so good. Mr. Bill was a stowaway. He hid in my new handbag, and then complained about being hungry. I explained to him no way was I shelling out $4 for a tiny fucking can of Pringles. Once he saw the prices, he understood. So we shared a Coke Zero (it was free) and some pretzels I brought from home. Mr. Bill was very impressed with the view from steerage economy class. We got lucky--the person who had the center seat didn't show up. More leg room for me and the lady sitting in the aisle seat. Mr. Bill catching a nap. I can't sleep on the plane.I fly so infrequently, it's tremendously exciting when I do, and that interactive screen that showed the maps and all the different views and what the outside temperature was way better than an $8 movie. I saw a chair like this in a 'zine, and that chair was going for $1,600 in an vintage furniture store in NYC...

This semester has been hard for me. It took me several weeks to get going. And tonight, the computer I was working on decided to shut down, then turn back on. My USB drive was plugged in, and not only did I lose my folders for my classes, but I lost my novel. I. Lost. My. Novel. Thankfully, the novel is backed up on a couple of jump drives here at home, and it is still on my laptop. The schoolwork...well, I uploaded a couple of projects to Blackboard, and I'm hoping I can still retrieve them. They will be the older versions and not the newer revised ones, but I guess that's better than nothing. Considering how much I've struggled with the projects, maybe it's not such a total loss...and it seems like we have to upload everything anyway, so I'll survive. So no original video tonight. I intended on one, but I found something that sort of sums up how I feel right now.

One of the fun things about having an old car is the quirks it can have. My speedometer was registering zero even though I was going 30-40 mph. Yes, I know the check engine light is on. It comes on, it goes off, it comes on, it goes off...