Mouse herding

My guy has been oh so slowly building a cabin up here in New Hampshire. It’ll be wonderful, one day. Today he decided to pull some tarp up from the floor and get rid of some leaves that had blown in at the same time. That’s when we found the mouse who had taken up residency. And that’s when two adults found themselves herding a tiny, tiny mouse back out into the woods where it belongs. I’m sure anyone watching would have found it hilarious. We did quite well as the mouse left. I’m certain he’ll move right back in once we’re gone though. They’re smart little things. Indoor nests are way better than outdoor. Everyone knows that.


Ah New Hampshire

Got in yesterday. Our stream was running lower than normal but rain all night got it going again! It’s beautiful and I can’t wait to wash my hair in it! Ir’s an exhilarating experience! Not much else to add as my signal is low out here. Thus ends my first status updatey post.

And away I go

Well, seems my last post has been getting quite a few hits. Perhaps I should stick with things more serious, eh? Perhaps not. I find life can really bog you down when you take everything too seriously. Of course there are a lot of things which must be taken seriously and we can’t ignore the troubles in the world, I just find it’s a lot easier to deal with it all if I keep the funny going. Or, at least, try to. Now if everyone reading would just hit the like button…although I’ve just discovered, you don’t get to Like a post unless you’re logged in to WordPress. *sigh* I wonder if there’s something I can do about that? Will have to look through my settings. Or just look into making my own website. Or just moving my blog altogether. I’d like ANYONE to be able to comment, Like, whatever.

I’ll be heading off on a trip today. Any posts I manage to make will be more like status updates as I’ll be depending on a WordPress app to do any writing and, frankly, I hate typing on my phone. Takes too long. Too many typos. That sort of thing. So anyway, this post is neither interesting or entertaining and for that, I apologize. But now you know why you may get short little blog updates. And knowing is half the battle. GI Joooooooooooeeeeeee!

R.I.P. Neil Armstrong (August 5, 1930 – August 25, 2012)

Just a few moments of seriousness. I’m a geek and I love sci-fi and all that it entails. I have since I can remember and the fact that human beings have actually walked on the Moon has always been amazing to me. It wasn’t fiction, it was real, and so things like Star Trek could also be real one day. That’s what that meant to me (and look how many Star Trek-y things we actually have so far!) Neil Armstrong was the first human being to ever set foot on the Moon. He set his foot down on the gray, dusty ground and said, “That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.” Mankind. All of us. Every single human inhabitant of this planet. Whatever the United States’ reasons for sending men to the Moon (I know, so we could say we beat Russia there. Yippee fucking skippy. I guess that was a big deal back then.) the people that made it happen, and the men that actually set foot there, did it for everyone. They did it to expand our minds. They did it to take a step toward learning more about something so much greater than all of us. They did it for the shear joy of it. Thank you, Mr. Armstrong, for being brave and taking that first step. You will be remembered. Rest In Peace in the heavens you once traveled.

GAAAAAATES! (Said like Captain Kirk said, “KAAAAAAHHHHN!”)

I just spent way too much time trying to add my blog to a couple of search engines. Or something like that. Whatever I was doing it’s to get some traffic over here. Not that this blog is terribly entertaining. Yet. But Google was nice and easy. Bing, not so much. Gave me issues the whole way through and honestly I’m still not sure if I managed it. Way to go Microsoft. User friendly as always. Honestly, I should just stick with all things not Microsoft, maybe get a Mac next time I’m up for a new computer. Which is soon. Windows 7 drives me nuts. I was trying to copy just one portion of what’s called a meta tag but every time I would try, the entire tag would get highlighted. I would try again. Nope, must copy the whole thing. No really, you have to have the whole thing. No, all of it. Did I stutter? I’m Windows 7, you’ll do as I say and like it. Bitch. It’s not like I can’t copy the whole thing, paste it and then just delete the extraneous portions, but it’s the principle of the thing. I shouldn’t have to.



(That, was directed at Microsoft, by the way).

What’s in the package?

I keep looking at my blog and the design and my options and just keep coming back to one thing: How the hell do you work this thing? Okay, it’s not bad as all that. I’ve pretty much got it figured out. I just can’t seem to be satisfied with the designs I keep picking out, so you’ll pardon me if I keep changing themes and such.

So why I’m really here is mention that I’ll be on vacation for next two weeks. I should get plenty of writing done, right? Probably not. I’ll be wandering off to places with little internet connection. In fact, I won’t have access to much electricity. Spending some time in the woods, feeling the earth, hearing the stream and the trees…sweet bliss to me. Anyway, seems like perhaps I should have started this whole thing AFTER my trip to the woods but, meh. I don’t leave for a day or so, so let’s see how much I can pack in before then, shall we?

For right now, I’m watching Labyrinth. I never realized what revealing pants David Bowie is wearing. They leave little to the imagination. I’ve seen far more of his junk than I’m comfortable with at this point. I’ve also just discovered that there’s a Facebook page entirely dedicated to Davis Bowie’s crotch. Check it out: Bowie’s crotch is here. In fact, a Google search proves this to be a rather popular topic. Who would have thought? You know, actually, I’m not even surprised. Why wouldn’t there be numerous references to David’s Bowie’s unit? He’s David Bowie. Most of his parts bear scrutinizing in some fashion. Actually, I’m guessing you search for anyone’s crotch and come up with a few references.

Speaking of packages, my boyfriend received on a little while back. I happened to be home that day when it arrived and we were IMing at the time. He asked me to open it and the following conversation took place:

Me: There’s a gas grill cover and…some other thing. A Grill Out handle light. No clue what that is.

Boyfriend: It’s for grilling at night.

Me: Ah, all that naked night grilling you have planned.

Boyfriend: I LOVE me some nighttime grilling. I mean if you can’t grill nude in your backyard at night the terrorists win.

Me: See, this is what I’ve been trying to tell everyone.

Boyfriend: They hate our freedom, my dear.

Me: I know, I know. If everyone just embraced naked nighttime grilling this would be a much better world. Although maybe an apron would be called for. We don’t want sparks or grease getting on any sensitive bits.

You see, I’ve somehow ended up talking about junk again. Ah well. On that note, I’m going to wrap this up. For now.
I did a Google search for Mitt Romney’s crotch. Turns out, no one is interested in that.

These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

The other day I was told a friend of mine thinks I’m like Obi Wan Kenobi. I tend to be quiet and listen more than I speak. When I do speak it usually has meaning.  He may be right in some situations. I do know that I can also fall victim to nervous babbling, or talk endlessly with just the right infusion of caffeine.

My initial reaction upon hearing this was to say, “Well, who wouldn’t want a little Obi Wan in them?” (Some of you will get that. And it’s chock full of meaning. Really.) But then it got me thinking, later, about being an introvert. That’s what I am and that’s what my friend has observed. I’m one of those people that find crowds to be overwhelming. At parties filled with people I don’t know I end up in a corner looking like a deer caught in headlights, hoping no one actually notices me because I’m unable to communicate effectively at that point. People who don’t know me may assume I’m being aloof, or even rude. The truth is, there’s just too much going on for my brain to process and small talk is a near impossible task. I mean a usual conversation would go something like this:

Person: “So what do you do?”

Me: “I’m a banker.”

Person: “Oh, so you…open accounts? Or…”

Me: “Yes, that. And other things. Sometimes I process transactions. A little of everything.”

Person: “How do you like it?”

Me: ” I don’t.”

Person: *pause* “Uh…oh.”

Me: *blink, blink* (That’s the deer caught in headlights stare.)

It’s barely a conversation and I can’t ever remember that it’s polite to ask questions about the other person. It’s not that I don’t care but my brain is just interested in one goal: escape. I’m pretty sure I have some sort of social anxiety but I’m assured I don’t have any more social anxiety than the average person. I’m totally normal. Sometimes I think therapists are supposed to tell you that, even if it isn’t true. What I know for sure is that it isn’t easy being an introvert with social anxiety in a world that celebrates extroverts. But I just have to point out, there have been some pretty amazing introverts. Like who, you ask? You probably aren’t asking but I’m going to tell you anyway: Einstein, Mahatma Gandhi, Isaac Newton, Rosa Parks, and Steven Spielberg  just to name a few. I’m in good company. Not to say I can even compare to any of these people but, well, it’s something that helps me feel better about me, thinking about what those introverts accomplished. It’s not all bad. I actually am capable of being funny and charming as long as I’m in a crowd of people I know. I’m not even terribly shy. I just get overwhelmed easily in large social situations. I re-energize from within, which can’t be done if there’s too much going on around me. I can’t deal with any large disturbances in the Force if Luke is asking what’s wrong and what it’s like to be a Jedi while C3PO shuffles around announcing everyone’s doom, Chewbacca is growling about losing a game of space chess to R2D2 and my former padawan is wreaking havoc across the galaxy because his mom died and, well, he’s a whiny little bitch. But I digress. Or not. I’m not sure I have much more to say on the subject for now. I need a little quiet time before I run off to my job dealing with the public. *sigh*

First Real Post

Please pardon while I continue to figure this all out. I figure it’ll take me a few days to explore and get everything just as I’d like but in the mean time, no reason I can’t start writing. The WordPress tutorial was only somewhat helpful. And Scottish. I swear a beam must have come out of the computer and scanned my brain to find out what language/accent I’d prefer. Scottish. Very good. Thank you, WordPress. Another thing that made this whole experience border on creepy: Set up my “Gravatar” and once I confirmed, at the very top of the page it said, “Kia Ora, Lady Ruthless!” How the hell did it know I was in New Zealand when that picture was taken? Coincidence? Maybe…

Anyway, this is just my first, real, crappy entry. I intend to get better at this. I hope. Just be aware, I don’t like to take life too seriously so you’re not going to find a whole lot of serious here. There will be some, from time to time. I do feel passionately about some things: Civil rights, natural foods, saving the planet, UNICEF, ASPCA…I’m not going to shove all these things down your throat though. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here to entertain myself, and hopefully some other people along the way.

And away we go…