Tales of the Trickster

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Blogging

Blogging is weird.  It's the strangest thing, if you think about it.  Sometimes you're reading about a person's life that you've never actually met, and yet you feel like you know them in a way because you're reading what is essentially an online diary of their lives.  How odd is that?  Totally intimate, yet anonymous at the same time.  I find myself sometimes interacting more with people I've never seen face-to-face than with people I've known for years.  Hell, between IM, forums, and blogs, I talk more with complete strangers than I do with certain members of my family, and most of them live right here in Charlotte.  I wonder if it's good or bad?  I wonder if that's just a sign of the times?  I wonder if that's just the new form of therapy, to relate your life to people you may never meet just because you may never meet them?  Safety in distance?  Can you call them friends if you've never so much as spoken on the phone?  I've had an email or two really brighten my day, and they've been from people clear across the country from me.  Encouraging words are encouraging words, I guess.  Everyone can use some positivity in their lives.

Am I overthinking this whole blogging mess?  It is very possible.

In any case, I'm not saying I do this of course, but if you ever feel like venting to online friends about sensitive material that you don't want the whole interwebs to hear about, I highly recommend getting a LiveJournal account.  The problem with that is sometimes you forget to post on your real blog because you're too busy laughing over each other's miserable lives.  (It's more theraputic than it sounds, actually.)  Not that I have a LiveJournal account for such nefarious purposes, of course, but hypothetically speaking, if I did, that's what I would use it for.  And if any of my real life friends who sometimes amuse themselves with my blog would like to hear me complain about the more personal stuff in my life, they could, theoretically speaking, get a dummy LJ account for strictly lurking and/or commenting purposes (it's free) and then shoot me an email letting me know their account name so that I could add them as a friend.  But that would only be if I actually had one.  *whistles innocently.*

Toby the Cute Puppy

I've got a new little brother!  (But not really.)  It's actually my mom & dad's new puppy, Toby.  Toby is a half-beagle, half-poodle.  I can't remember the cutsie breed name for it since it's one of those crazy "designer dog" breeds, which in the old days they called "mutts."  Anyway, there are new pics of Toby on my Flickr stream thingie, for those who just can't get enough of the cute.

If I Could Talk to the Animals

The kooky folks at YABS once again put a smile on my face by pointing this bit of news out to me.  Being an animal lover and a big ol' sucker for a feelgood story, I decided to share.  Being a smartass, I couldn't help but giggle at what I imagine the dolphin actually said to the whales.  (Hey, it's Friday.  I'm feeling silly.)

Moko the Dolphin:  "You're none too bright, are ya?"

Two Dumb Pygmy Whales:  "What? We're all stuck and stuff.  It totally sucks."

Moko:  "Yeah. Again.  You know that big, blue area behind you?  That's called water.  The scratchy stuff you're laying on?  That's sand.  Sand bad.  Water good."

Whales:  "But, like, we were trying to exfoliate.  You know. Spring break and all.  We're getting brazillians after.  It's sooo hot."

Moko [rolling eyes]:  "Look, just turn around already.  Follow me and I'll buy you a beer.  Sheesh."

Whales:  "Wow, like, thanks.  OMG, we totally got tans!"  [Flashes whale boobs]  WOOOO!  Daytona here we come!

Moko:  "You're in New Zeal--you know what? Nevermind. Just come here."

You know, every species has them. ;)

Tzatziki Love

Oh tzatziki, how yummy are you?  I think it's Greek for "awesomesauce" or something.  My honey made me some last night, and I have the leftover for lunch today.  Good with pita, chicken, or both.  I like it with lime tortilla chips.  Anyway, I sing his praises because I finally found something that hasn't upset my tummy recently, and might actually be good for me.  (Minus the chips, of course, but at least the chicken is grilled.)  He's been super supportive of my health issues, and actually likes to cook good-for-you things.  I have the best guy ever.  Life is good.

Let the Sunshine In

I'm smack in the middle of spring break here at the library.  (The kids are gone--yay!--but I still have to work--boo!)  The sun is out, and I have the window in my office open in hopes of reviving my poor little anemic-looking plant, Rupert.  The light feels like heaven against my back even if it's reeking havoc on my computer screen.  I had a dream about a tropical vacation last night.  I see tapping my foot to Jimmy Buffett in my future, and I'm lamenting the fact that I have no Bob Marley on my iPod.  (How is that even possible?!  Sadly, my iPod and my hard drive broke up, and I'm still trying to figure out why they aren't talking to each other, so I can't fix that little problem.) 

My mind is also wandering to whether or not the drought here in Charlotte will affect my future gardening plans.  I'm sure it will.  I should be focusing on my new purchase order for the Reference section, and yet the sliver of sunlight against the wall reminds me that I need to mulch the backyard either way.  Unfortunately, it's still too damn cold to do anything about it.  It would be nice to have fresh tomatoes this year, even if I have to grow them in a big ol' pot because of water restrictions.  The cats wouldn't mind fresh catnip for a change either, I'm sure.  And there's nothing like fresh basil in pasta.  Mmmm.

I definitely think I've got sunshine on the brain.

Happy Blogsiversery to Me!

I started this blog a year ago today.  Hard to believe, eh?  I've learned so much about how this bloggedy blog thing works, and I still wish I knew code, but it's been a fun little experiment so far.  I'm glad I started it up, and I'm really happy with all the fun online friends I've met since I started on this crazy Web 2.0 thing.  Shout out to my Cyberbuddies.  You know who you are.  And to all my real life buddies who keep in touch with me here, much love to yas.

Countdown To Spring

I have to work today, which sucks a whole heck of a lot.  The good news is that Spring seems to be on its way.  The weather was lovely enough that, if I were at home, I could enjoy a full day of open windows.  I had forgotten just how good the sun could feel.  Aaaahhh!  As it stands now, I see a lot of staring out the window and daydreaming in my future.

Weekend Plans?

I have to work this Sunday. Bummer.  Still, I have Saturday off, which will be taken up with family plans. (Dinner with the 'rents, UFC Fight Night with my sweetie, brothers, and friends.)  This means that I have to pack in my fun time when I can.  What's the plan for tonight?  Dance Dance Revolution SuperNova 2, of course!  I may suck at it, but it's a whole lot of fun to play.  The problem is, I can't get that Britney Spears song out of my head, and every time I sing it to myself I want to tap my foot on an invisible dance pad.  Considering where I work, that may be seen as a sign of my impending mental collapse.  Don't get me wrong, my sanity's doom is probably inevitable, but I don't need to let anyone in on it.

So what about you?  What are your plans this weekend?

Totally Scatterbrained

Ever have one of those days where you're just plain loopy as hell?  Today seems to be one of those days for me.  I keep forgetting things, keep dropping things (like food on my pants--arg!), and good lord, do I sound like a spaz on the phone.  Anyway, if you talk to me and I'm dotty as all get-out, be patient.  I'm having kind of a day.

On the upside, Operation Clean Up/Trim Down is well underway.  Cleared out something like five boxes of crap from my house yesterday.  Some stuff I donated to Goodwill, some was just trash that I can't believe I was still holding onto.  It's amazing what can accumulate when you're not paying attention.  Anyway, I'd feel better about it if I didn't have so much more to go.  I must remember my mantra--simplify, simplify, simplify!