Wednesday, September 16, 2015

A few days away

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Hello my darlings!

Well, much excitement is ahead for the wonderful world of Zoe.

And, well, that is why I must tell you that I will be absent from the web for a bit.

You see, my older sister is getting married and is arriving here tomorrow for the remainder of the week and weekend. We have less than a month to get her wedding organized, and she and I are the only family we have living here state-side. Sadly, my folks and little sister and her family, and my little brother and his huge family, wont be able to come to the States for the wedding, so I want to make sure my big sis has my full attention.

Now, along with making plans and whatnot, there will be shenanagans to be had. We are terrible when together. 

Mass quantities of coffee are consumed throughout the day, then some damn fool says "Hey, we need alcohol." ~looks guilty~

I will morn her passing as a single woman, and drink many libations in this sorrow.

Did I mention she is having an outdoor wedding, on the beach? Can we say nightmare waiting to be had? She and her fiance have a boat, but a friend is ferrying the rest of the guests to the island on his pontoone boat. We have to go find suibable decorations for that thing without making it look gaudy.

And my sister is a teeny wisp of a thing. We have to get her dress altered.

She wants me to put subtle highlights in her hair. Thats a snap. I've been doing that for her since we were teens.
There are so many things. Oh, and after the wedding, she is flying down to Guatemala to see the folks and little sister, so we have to purchase items for my momma that they cant get down there.

My family living in a progressing country is strange. They cant get hold of items we take for granted every day at the local supermarket. I had to purchase like six small cans of simple pumpkin pie spice for making homemade pumpkin pie, and packets of instant white gravy mix. Certain kinds of soap. Spices that arent available there. Toiletries that cant be found there at all.

So, after the wedding my sister will take all my moms needed things to her and they will get a post wedding visit.

My moms is planning a trip here in 2017, with luck.

But, back on topic...I will be disappearing for a bit, to help my sister in her joyous ~mourns~ day. >_>


Thank the stars I'm so awesome. I dont think anyone else could tolerate me but me.

See you soon darlings!

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Aggrivation of day

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So today was very aggrivating. If there is one thing that irks me, its making an appointment and either not being seen on that specific time, or being pushed back and pushed back for one reason or another.

I took my truck to have a lift kit put on it, because, you know, all redneck girl and stuff. 

My appointment was at 11AM. In another town nearly 45 minutes away.

What time did I finally get home, you ask?

5:45PM.

Is that not a little ridiculous?

I watched, FOR HOURS, as my truck was put on hold so other little piddly repairs and services could be performed on other peoples vehicles. Now, all that says to me is "Oh, we dont care about customer service, we are greedy." 

They would rather rack in all this chump change and inconvience me all for a few extra bucks at the end of the day.

Do you think I'm going to give this place a nasty review? 

You betcha.

I will say they did quality work. I am pleased with what they did. But they really dropped the ball in all other areas.
And as always, I was watchful. Once they started on my truck, from start to finish it only took maybe an hour at the most. 

This makes me livid.

I was down there, bored out of my head for 6 hours on a job that only really took an hour. Did I mention that, thankfully this place had a clean bathroom, but they had NO vending machines or even a water fountain?

Blah.

Yanno, I get new tires put on on Wednesday. This is more local, right here in Enterprise. Mr. Sir had better not do the same thing or word will spread around this town like wild fire.

In other news, with the lift kit in place, and bigger all terrain tires being out on, there is a very high probability that I will eventually fall out of my truck and break my neck.

vroom vroom.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Adulting

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Yes, today was a success. I adulted perfectly, even after having a few beers to loosen me up.

The dinner was great. A restaurant I have never been to, but then, from what I hear its only been open a month or so. I was surprised it wasnt more crowded, but then again, here in the South the big Sunday dinner cooked by Momma's and NaNa's still reigns supreme.

The restaurant was like any other steak house these days. Peanuts that you just shell and chuck on the floor, big flat screen TVs set up everywhere playing all the sports.

The food was beyond my expectations however. I had beef tips, medium rare, with mushrooms and onion in gravy with seasoned rice and buttered corn. I also tossed in a few gator jalapeno bites with that. Sassy.

The Corona Extra was nice and cold, my limes fat and my salt...well...salty.

My dinner company was great and we all had a good time.

I since I looked like a girl today, I snapped some pictures of myself...I need to update my pages on here, since Zoe is no longer the lovely Purple Tressed Zombie Goddess that I once was. 

My niece, by the way, told me I now look like Cruella Deville.

~sighs~

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I LOOK HORRIBLE WITH SHORT HAIR!!! ~wails and snots everywhere.~

Well, tonight is a shorty, because I have to actually go to bed with the help of some Ambien. I get my lift kit put opn my truck tomorrow. ~grins with glee~


See you later, my darlings!

zoeshorthair


PS: Which pic should I use on my static pages??

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Being social

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So I've had an old friend get in touch and want to meet up for dinner. 

~blank stares~

Okay, its fine, really. I've known this person for like, 20 years. Every year, just once, if at all, we get together, have dinner, and that's the end of it for another year or so.

It doesn't make it any less awkward. 

I must make sure I never wear white, for I will drop a big greasy brightly colored piece of food on myself. I must watch how much I drink if alcohol is involved.

I must act like a people.

I must adult.

I must shove the true weirdo deep within it cage and feed it quirky puns all evening.

Its one thing to go to the coffee shop and speak with other regulars...our conversations last maybe 15 minutes, tops.

Oh, and I have to be 'pretty' tonight. Since I got all my hair cut off, that is going to be a challenge. I am going to dress nice, as opposed to one of my weird meme type t shirts and shorts and shoes with neon colored laces. I am currently debated on a dress or pants with boots. I hate both options, but personing is hard, and tough decisions must be made.

Oh, and this person is a male. A guy. A dude. Known him forever, doesn't make me any less Super Awkward Girl.
I am still weighing those option on what to wear...if I wear a dress or skirt, there is that constant reminder to 'sit like  a lady'. Grah.

And while I may look like a smexy bitch with make-up on, I feel like a painted whore. I hate the stuff.

Then there is the whole social etiquette things. ~nearly screams~

Hopefully things go smooth and my next post isn't a story telling you all what a ginormous arse I've made of myself.

See you later, darlings.


Saturday, September 12, 2015

Not a clue...

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I honestly havent a clue as to what to entertain you all with tonight. From my stats, none too many have been reading and enjoying the blog. I AM FAILING!!!

And I am drawing a blank tonight. 

The movie reviews didnt seem to garner much care by readers. I'll still do them on occasion.

In truth, I have found myself immersed in a John Cusack movie marathon because the man makes me happy in my pants.

I could talk about NaNoWriMo, but I think you all are sick of me begging for donations.

I did accomplish something today. I left the house. I mean, physically got in my truck and went out. I took my daughter on a few errands. I only had one thing to do, and that was cure my hankering for a Hammerhead at Dakotas Coffee Works. So, I just said I'd tote my daughters butt wherever she needed to go.

We had fun. We talked and stuff. Mostly about nerdy geeky things, because we are both nerdy geeky girls. My daughter is a hardcore gamer. Not just computer and console games, I'm talking Magic The Gathering and stuff. That is something funny...taking her to the gaming shop. Man, do the nerd boys drool over her. They forget how to speak. Some test her knowledge, just to see if she is one of those superficial poser girls...she blows the away. Then they get all drooly and slobbery and sweaty.

I talked to my mommy today on Skype. I miss her. It will be another year and a half before I see her again.

My older sister is coming to stay next weekend to go over finalizing wedding details. We have to take her dress in to be altered because no one makes dresses for people as small as her...lol. 

I told my good friend Patricia that I was going to make a blog post about the weather. So, to not be a fibber, I will just say we are having some very un-Lower Alabama weather this weekend. Its really cool, and surprisingly not humid. Its supposed to last all weekend. Then it will be back to our regularly scheduled hell until November.

I may not be posting next weekend. I hate that, I was going for a streak, even if its just me rambling like this. But then again, when me and my older sister get together, hilarity seems to ensue rather quickly. Doubly so if we decide to include alcohol in on the deal. Or harrassing her fiance.

Well, ramble ramble. I am totally boring this month.

I need a life.

Can I borrow yours?

Friday, September 11, 2015

Discontent

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So, I tried writing up that ending to a smut piece yesterday. Not happy with it. It will be on hold.

I am dicontent with many things at the moment. It happens. Sometimes things are moving along so nicely, then BAM! I'm all out of happy. 

I have a fancy new TV I use as a monitor... I have decided I dont like it. I either want my original one back, or a newer, bigger one. I've been looking at newer bigger ones. Nothing goes to waste in this house. My daughter would get this one. Its twice the size of the normal PC monitor she currently has.

I wanted to go to the coffee shop today, but cant. My daughter needed my laptop. I cant say no to her. So, I cant get any work done from the coffee shop.

And at the same time, I dont really want to get that work done.

I guess you could say I feel a whole lot of apathy today.

Weather reports speak of a cold front moving in this weekend, dropping the temperatures a lot and such. This doesnt please me in the least.

In trying to look at the positives around me, my daughter is doing okay in furthering her education, and my sister will be here next week for us to get things finalized for her wedding. Her wedding gives me a few tasks to take care of. Something to pull me out of the Vortex of Doom and peek my head out into the real world again.

My best friend is really sick, but she is half way across the country. And she is traveling. It worries me. I wish she could just stay home and rest. Though, with my warped sense of humor, I asked her if she died if I could have all her stuff. >_>

The month of October will bring more sporradic posts. I've been trying to make a post a day. October and November change that. I have NaNoWriMo to think about. I have a book to write. I've been working on it here and there. The ending keeps evolving and changing.

Well, I guess I've just rambled enough for now.

Be sweet, my darlings.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Naughty naughty...


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Well, I havent posted any actual stories in awhile, and while I may be posting all about movies, serial killers and the Netflix Vortex of Doom, I am still squeezing time in to write. 

I write every day. I keep a journal every day as well.

So, my writing lately is been...of the naughty variety. SMUT!!!

I have short stories started, but all lack endings. I need proper endings. Oh, but the lovely smut is there.

I do believe I have a good end for one of these smut stories in mind. I'm going to try to work it together tomorrow. 
The, of course I will share with you all.

In other news, the gaming is going fair, I guess. I quit playing one game pretty much altogether. But the other, where I have two character, well, I had put those characters in 'time out' while Fat Cat was sick, and havent brought one of them back out. The only reason that I did pull one of them out was because a fellow player contacted me through Facebook and requested a particular character to enter into a thread with his. I couldnt say no...my character has a crush on his. Though, I play her to be very shy, it will be something never known and she will agonize, because, well, making my characters suffer is great for shits and giggles.

NaNowriMo is coming, and I am preparing on that front as well. I am Municipal Liaison for a newly created home region here in SE Alabama. I am drafting letters to the libraries in the surrounding counties and working on a list of places, such as coffee shops, that would host get togethers and write-ins. I'm excited.

My only disappointment in it all is that my donation page for the San Fracisco Write-a-thon is not generating any donations. I was really hoping to reach at least the minimum to earn me a spot at the event. Maybe I should reinterate that none of that money comes to me...it goes directly to NaNo...I'm just trying to win a spot in the event. I have to pay for everything. Bleh. I've looked at airline tickets and hotels, and I could get there the night before the event, and leave the morning after and it wont break my budget too awful much. It does help that my soon to be brother in law works for a major airline and can get me a deal. However, the hotels in the area of the event are pretty skeevy unless I am willing to drop some cash.

But, at this rate, it doesnt look like I'll reach whats needed to earn me a spot. Thats life.

I miss Fat Cat every day. Having little man Jeffrey is great, but when I hear the tinkle of the little bell on his collar, I immediately look for the poofy face of my Fat Cat. Jeffrey is a hoot and a half though. Kittens...so much energy, the puffing up, the attacking, the constant playing...then ~bonk~ he passes out...lol.

My daughter wants to go away for Christmas this year. Its her first year single, and living back home for the holidays, and she is always insanely jealous of some of my trips. 

I suggested Savannah, Georgia, as I havent been there yet. Its so beautiful and historic. But the daughter wants to go to New Orleans. Now, I love NOLA. But that is a pricey trip. We're so close, but the hotel and the food and activities...it can get pricey. I stay at one particular hotel there, always trying to get the same room. Some things I wont give up. So, discussions are in hand on a holiday getaway or a traditional Christmas at home. And the funny thing is, we dont even really celebrate the holiday. Occasionally I put up a tree. Not every year. And I am not religious at all, more like anti-religion. I can honestly say I dont know where my daughter stands on the topic of religion. I've always brought her up to choose, look at her options, try different things. She's tried the Catholic religion, Episcapol, Greek Orthodox, Baptist...right now she seems just...neutral.

Well, I suppose I should wrap this up. I have a Netflix series to start watching ~eyes Courtney~

Hopefully I will have some juicy smut for your reading pleasure with tomorrows post!

Be well, my darlings!

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Serial killers…my obsession

Now, this post is about something that fascinates me. Serial killers.

There are a larger number of females interested and fascinated by serial killers than males. To the point of writing mail, sending pictures, MARRYING them.

I am not THAT into it. But I LOVE reading every minute detail of their crimes, I love the photos and crime scenes. I love to hear their rantings and ravings, if they do that (unless its Charles Manson because he bores me to tears), or the reasons they give that motivated them to their crimes.

Serial killers can and cannot do a lot of things. Laws are in place so they cant profit from anything. That is totally justified in my view.

I dont think the victims families should make too much profit either.

In the documentary listed below, Serial Killer Culture, that ground is covered. It is the MEDIA and the local officials that boost the victims and families into trying to cash in on tragedies.

But, back on point...why are women so interested in these broken people? Granted, in some ways, some serial killers act in ways of pure genius. Its their egos that bring them down.

Personally, my own facination comes from my darkness within. All those sordid little secrets and fantasies. I dont act on them, but I do have the capacity. We've discussed my mental illnesses before. I have the ability to turn things off and on like a light switch. If I cant grasp an emotion, or proper response to something, I will fake it.

Oddly enough, I am more touched by cruelty to animals than I am to things like man against man, child abuse and the like. Animals are sacred to me. People are not.

Does this make me sound like a horrible person? I'm not, really. I am friendly, I can be caring. I just dont know how to react sometimes. But oh my god, do not show me someone hurting an animal. Be it a bird, cat, dog or even a mouse. When Fat Cat caught a mouse, she never killed it...she brought it to me. I'd take the little thing outside and set it free. Sure, an owl probably snatched it up as soon as I went back inside, but thats nature. Mother Nature is the only pure and acceptable, and perfect, serial killer.

The world is overpopulated. The governments are greedy and corrupt. There is hatred and loathing and apathy planet wide. People just plain suck in my opinion.

A person can be great. A small group can be fun. In masses they can be idiots.

I can see why some killers do the things they do. I can see their way of looking at things.

There are so many reasons behind every killer, however. Carl Panzram hated humanity. Charles Manson wanted to be, well, God, in a way. Jeffrey Dahmer wanted someone to love him and NEVER leave...but he also wanted them compliant to the point of death. H.H Holmes was a genius, educated and crafty. He wanted to be rich, and enjoyed the act of killing. He managed to do both for a time.

Spree killers are no fun to me. Rampage killers.

Serials killers are different. They are methodical. They rest. They plan. They repeat. However, they get sloppy.

Some of them, such as Ted Bundy, have a charm about them. Its easy to see, by his looks and charm, why women would be fascinated with him, even knowing what he did to all those young girls.

How anyone could fall in love with the likes of Charles Manson is beyond me. I am chalking it up to drugs. It cant be real, and if it is, W.T.F..

So, how many here can say they are fascinated with serial killers. Not just what you read or see on television, but actually buy the books, see the movies, get your grubby little hands on the FBI's profile of the subject?

There used to be a wonderful site that I'd spend hours on...thecrimelibrary.com. Its gone now, or changed address. If its moved, I'd love to find it again.

Now, on with the film part of this writing.

Director John Borowski has a love of serial killers, and has made it the focal point of most of his films. Biographical documentaries.
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Director John Borowski

Mr. Borowski has made, thus far, 4 documentaries covering serial killers and the culture that loves them.

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H.H.Holmes: America's First Serial Killer (2004)
 
Torture chambers, acid vats, greased chutes and gassing rooms were just some of the devices of death designed by the Torture Doctor, H.H. Holmes in his castle of horrors. Follows Holmes' entire life as a criminal mastermind.


This documentary is factual, however, it was done on a low budget. Its hard to get through. It was Borowski's first major project, however, so everyone starts somewhere.



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Albert Fish: In Sin He Found Salvation (2007)
 
 Albert Fish, the horrific true story of elderly cannibal, sadomasochist, and serial killer, who lured children to their deaths in Depression-era New York City. Distorting biblical tales, Albert Fish takes the themes of pain, torture, atonement and suffering literally as he preys on victims to torture and sacrifice. Includes interviews with artist and Odditorium owner, Joe Coleman, and true-crime author, Katherine Ramsland, Ph.D.


This documentary was top notch. Albert Fish was so brutal, an unabashed cannibal and sadist. Borowski brought this biography to the screen brilliantly. Facts, re-entactments, photos. It was wonderful.



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Carl Panzram: The Spirit of Hatred and Vengeance (2012)

The true story of lifelong criminal and serial killer, Carl Panzram who wrote his autobiography for a jail guard in 1928.


Borowski out-does himself once again. They biography is brilliant. The late Mr. Panzram had a hand in that, as in he was one of the first early serial killers who actually wrote his own biography. Some of what he wrote and told is up to speculation on whether or not he was exaggerating. Regardless, this man hated all of humanity.



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Serial Killer Culture (2014)
 
Serial Killer Culture examines the reasons why artists and collectors are fascinated by serial killers.


This was a great documentary, giving a little light on why people seem so interested in serial killers. The love of them, the fear of them. I believe 13 different artist, collectors and even a tour group cover Millwaki (Jeffrey Dahmer Tours) were featured. It was great to see the artwork serial killers created. It was great to see the artwork ARTISTs created from being interested in the killings and the killers. And the Tour Group...they didnt just give you all the gruesome stories of Jeffrey Dahmer...they give you history on the city itself. The buildings, the life. The whole documentary was very informative and entertaining.



Well, now that you're all going to keep 10 paces from me and call me creep girl, I'll let you go look these up on Netflix to give them a watch (Albert Fish is no longer available on the US Netflix)

:D

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

In the clutches of Netflix…

Yes, I am STILL within the clutches of the Netflix Vortex of Doom. I really dont mind, however, as it keeps my mind occupied a bit.

I have watched some really great, and some really bad stuff. And some funny. Though, I dont think the funny stuff was supposed to be funny…I think its that sense of dark humor in me, or maybe my inner serial killer. >_>

Tonight I will go over three movies I’ve watched. The good, the bad and the ugly, in their own respects.

So, on with the show, shall we?


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A writer with a declining career arrives in a small town as part of his book tour and gets caught up in a murder mystery involving a young girl. That night in a dream, he is approached by a mysterious young ghost named V. He’s unsure of her connection to the murder in the town, but is grateful for the story being handed to him. Ultimately he is led to the truth of the story, surprised to find that the ending has more to do with his own life than he could ever have anticipated.

Alrighty well, it was a bad movie, yet really good. Confusing, yes, I know.
The storyline was lame. Val Kilmer, while a wonderful actor, is looking very much his age in this lead role. I swear, if they put anymore spackle and make-up on him, I might try to hang some pictures.
Anyway. I wasnt expecting so much humor in this movie. Unintentional maybe? But, if you are a writer, you will find this movie a hoot, as it seems to target writers, their plights…and those stupid things some people say and ask them. It also pokes a little fun at the stereotypical ‘writers process’.
I had no idea Edgar Allan Poe was going to be tossed into the story as well. Loved that.
The cinematography was both cheezy and pretty. Low budget for sure. But, perhaps it was meant to have that look.
I found the movie to be pretty good, since I found so much humor in it. I recommend it.


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Banshee Chapter

Journalist Anne Roland explores the disturbing links behind her friend’s sudden disappearance, an ominous government research chemical, and a disturbing radio broadcast of unknown origin.


Alright, this movie sucked a little, but again, I found immense humor in it. The storyline was lame. The FX were lame. What got me though, was Ted Levines performance (come on, you know, the ‘its puts the lotion on its skin…’ guy from Silence of the Lambs, and other great performances). In this film, he is pretty much Hunter S Thompson without being called Hunter S Thompson. Even the artwork on the walls of his ranch resemble the artwork of Hunters great artist friends.
But again. The movie…bleh. I only watched it because I was so amused by the Hunter S Thompson salute. If you want some humor, and dont care if the story sucks a little, well, give this a watch.


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Area 51

Three young conspiracy theorists attempt to uncover the mysteries of Area 51, the government’s secret location rumored to have hosted encounters with alien beings. What they find at this hidden facility exposes unimaginable secrets.


This movie sucked. No way to say it but that. I watched it because I love those ‘found footage’ sort of movies. I do, its a guilty pleasure, even when they suck. I was totally disappointed when I saw who directed and produced it, since I really liked the Paranormal Activity movies and the Purge. See, thats how they get you to watch this drivel of a film…you get sucked right in by those other movies, directors, producers, etc.. Dont waste you time on this movie…there is nothing redeeming in it at all.


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So there you go, my darlings. Tomorrow night we will have both a film thingy and a bit of a rambling thing…the rambling thing may even turn into a discussion. Its a deep subject matter. Or weird…depending on how you look at it.
See you tomorrow, darlings.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Sticky note hell…

Imagine a desk so covered in sticky notes that when you place your arms down to type on the keyboard, you come away with four of them stuck to you rather than the desk.
Yes. I am a sticky note-aholic.
The situation got so bad that the sticky notes adhesives were pulling the cheap finish off my cheap desk. So I laminated my desk top. The plus side to this is that I can make notes on my desk top with a dry erase marker, the down side is I tend to slide my arm through it.
Sticky notes. I make a sticky note for everything…and I dont know why. I keep calendars and journals and diarys to remind me of things.
I think senility is setting in.
Or, well, the obvious…I’m just crazy.
Today, I will not sit in this house moping over Fat Cat.
No. All my silly accesories for my truck have come in. I will be putting on my vanity plate, my decals and window guards. MY new lisence plate hasnt come in yet, because I had a custom one made at the DMV, so I’m stuck with a temporary tag for a bit, but at least on the front of my beast I can put my silly plate.
I still have some work to get done on the truck. I have sticky notes to remind me. :[
2″ lift. 33″ off-road tires. 3 new tire pressure sensors. a new lighter plug thingy. All those things someone else has to do for me. I have a guy, so I dont have to do anything through the Ford dealership other than order the parts. Lawdy does the dealership want a small fortune in labor. Their parts are reasonably priced, however.
I went to bed last night with the intents of taking a ‘nap’. I think the events of the past weeks have caught up to me. I went to bed at 8:30PM or so, woke up briefly at midnight, so to hell with it, went back to sleep, and well…its 7:42AM now. Thats A LOT of sleep for me. My mind appreciates it, but my body does not. I’m all stiff and my back hurts.
We wont even talk about the state of my hair.
So, back to sticky notes. I must condition myself to use less.
They are everywhere.
Hanging off monitors, in various places all over my desk, all different colors. Looking at some I think ‘Why did I even need to write that down?’.
Ah, my brain. Its a frightening place.
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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Feeling less than…

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It has not been a good year for me at all. I’ve been trying to smile and trudge on. I laugh, I distract myself from my pains, I try to entertain others.
But sometimes it becomes a crushing weight.
Especially when someone you love intentionally makes you feel lower than they already know you feel.
I was hurt today, deeply. I got angry. Very angry. My feelings for this person have been changing over time, and today seemed like a big impact on that.
This person hurts me all the time, and makes me feel less than. And I allow it, like a fool. I guess its an abusive relationship in some way. I’m too comfortable in my own misery to leave it.
I am beginning to hate this person. Okay, maybe hate is too strong a word. I dislike this person. And yet, they are the first to tell me its all my fault.
And not just things between us.
Everything.
If anything is ever wrong in my world, this person tells me how its my own fault.
Making me feel less than.
I know when I am wrong and when I am not. And when I am, or realize I am, I apologize for it. I do so sincerely. I dont need what I did rubbed in my face. Salt in an open wound. Someone hurting me further just for the sake of hurting me, knowing I have more than that single issue to deal with or bringing me pain.
I could throw so many thing in this persons face. Their actions, their words. But I dont. I used to, yes, but I realized, why? What is the point? It goes in one ear and out the other. This person is convinced they are never wrong about anything, and that I am at fault in some way.
So, I am settling.
Less than.
Blargh.
Enough meloncholy from me.
I have movies to discuss, returning tomorrow night. I’ve watched some really strange ones. And, totally unknown to me, they tie to Edgar Allan Poe in some way. Totally unintentional. Another weird little instance of Mr Poe creeping in…I just bought an Edgar Allan Poe ‘action figure’ before sitting down with my lovely subscription to Netflix…how weird is that? Mr Poe loves me from the grave at least.
I will try to be more upbeat tomorrow.
Lemme be a sad panda.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

What a day…movies abound none the less!

Wow, what a day I’ve had. Mentally exhausting. Well, most of that in the last hour. Yes, I sat here for the last hour pouring over pictures of Fat Cat and completely bawling my eyes out and snotting everywhere. To say I’m a hot mess is an understandment. ~shivers at the thought of looking in a mirror~

Little Man Jeffrey had his first vet appointment today. He got his vaccinations and tests, and was a dapper little fellow for Dr Carter.

I broke my daughters computer. Well, nothing that isnt fixable, I’ve been working on it all day. She’s sleeping now, so it will have to wait until tomorrow to be finished up and she can get on with her online life.

I did manage to fix my own computer, however. I have two drives…DVD and BluRay. Well, I had a bad connection in there somewhere, and a bad cable. I had to fish through there and order the needed pieces. They came in this morning and I got things sorted. Then it was off to destroy my daughters PC!!! All I wanted to do was something she had asked for anyway, which was change a few things, and maybe install Windows 10. Oh, what a mess the whole thing turned into. When I left her to get some sleep, I had just set the machine on resetting itself back to factory settings. Some of it is her own fault. She never does maintenance, never defrags, NEVER updates. GAH!

I am just a tad too OCD about my computer and laptops.

In other news, I still managed to watch some movies. Quite a few actually. I’m a vampire, remember, I never sleep.

I’m only going to list two here tonight.

These two movies caught me COMPLETELY off guard!!! I was expecting average movies. Okay movies. Meh movies.

They both turned out to be pretty fan-frikkin-tastic!

First up:

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The Scribbler

A young woman is facing her destructive multiple personalities using an experimental new procedure known as “The Siamese Burn.”

This movie was amazing to the senses. Visually stunning and well acted. The story-line was so much more than the tiny blurb given for the movie. The realm of psychology and peoples reactions in this film hit home in some ways. I loved it. Recommend, definitely.


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Infini

An elite ‘search and rescue’ team transport onto an off-world mining-facility to rescue Whit Carmichael, the lone survivor of a biological outbreak.

I know, I know, you’re thinking ‘b-movie’, and it just may be, but some big money was spent on it, at least for the special FX. I went in for the ‘biological outbreak’ hook. OH MAN!! I WAS BLOWN AWAY! I LOVE THIS!  And the wonderful thing is, it still leaves you questioning. It still leaves you wondering. HIGHLY recommend. Another mind-bender in the end.


Well, thats tonights wrap up.

I’m pooped. And my face is all puffy.
~sad panda face~

Friday, September 4, 2015

Movies…Netflix, you fail me.

I am once again tossing myself into the arms of the Netflix Vortex of Doom to console my sadness. I wanted to feel excitement at the tragedy of other people on the screen, and their pain and loss…of limbs and blood.

So, two VERY bad movies. Though, this is my opinion…

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Soulmate

Widowed Audrey retreats to an isolated Welsh cabin after a failed suicide attempt, to recuperate. Still haunted by the tragic death of her husband and struggling with her psychosis, she begins to hear strange noises.

Okay, I nodded off twice during this movie, and then the third time, I just said to hell with it and climbed in bed for a nap. When I got back up, I started the movie once again. Man, if you want to sleep, this is the movie for you. Boring, boring, boring. It was a total let down.


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13 Eerie

Six forensic undergrads embark on a scientific expedition to a remote island that was once used as illegal biological testing grounds for life-term prisoners.

This movie grabbed me with the forensic scoop. After watching the movie, I wanted a melon scoop to prod my eyeballs out with. This movie was clearly a ‘B-movie’. However, this one gave B-movies a bad name. Bad acting, bad visuals, stupid story, stupid character reactions. I really expected more of Katharine Isabelle, but, I’ll cut her some slack since this movie came back out in 2013 and her career wasnt established yet.


I’ve watched a few other movies, some good, some bad. These two, however, were just dreadful, and I feel it my civic duty to prevent you all the torment of watching such seriously stupid and bad movies.


Tomorrow, some good movies!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Honoring Fat Cat




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So, today I mustered up a bit of strength to deal with commemorating ChesterAnn. I had gotten some various sized pictures printed out of her right after her death, because I wasnt sure if we were going to get an urn that accomodated a picture or not. Of course, I found and fell in love with the cat shaped white marbled urn.

So, I finally sat down on the floor with all these pictures and frames. I started the project and pretty much started blubbering and snotting. Then I blubbered and snotted more because I bought a few wrong sized frames and I felt

I NEEDED to get this project done. So, I calmed myself, waited for the redness to leave my face, and went to the store for the appropriate sized frames that I needed.

I got home and went to work.

Then came the really hard part.

The Funeral Home had given me two plaster molds of ChesterAnns paw prints, and a lock of her white fur from her body and the dark hair from her tail.

My daughter had given me the suggestion of placing them in a shadowbox. Damn, my kid is smart.

I purchased a shadowbox and black foam boarding about a week ago. The plaster casts hadnt set all the way, but now they were ready.

And I felt I was ready.

I fixed the paw print molds, tied up the fur snippets in a bow, and added one of her most favoritest toys. I also placed her collar at the bottom.


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I think they turned out nicely. Its a bit weighty, so I’m not going to hang it on the wall. I’m going to clear out the cubby above me on my desk next to the cubby with her urn and place a picture of her beside it. I think it will be lovely.

Man, I miss her.

Little Man Jeffrey, whom I have started screeching “Jeffrey H Christ!!!” at lately has been a little booger. He isnt a bad boy, its just the whole kitten thing. Into everything, cant find him and he gives you little mini heart attacks.

When he wants cuddles time though, he is simply a Little Sir.

I doubt I will get my own cat again anytime soon, if at all. This was and is way too hard on me. I honestly am not coping well.

I got a self help book on unexpected loss and grieving.

It is not self helping me.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Netflix Vortex of Doom…and a lil something extra

So, I am always getting sucked into the Netflix Vortex of Doom. I am one of those people who dont just watch an episode of something…or even a single season of something, unless thats all thats available….nnnooo…I am not satisfied until I’ve seen all the things.

I’ve never brought it up before, and its only for the Chrome browser users I think…I use Chrome pretty exclusively. Anyway, I found a LOVELY extension for the Chrome browser like, went the extention first became available.

What is does, is it unlocks OTHER countries Netflix regions. What is so exciting about that? Netflix is Netflix. Oh, no, my lovely dearies. Netflix in other countries carries different movies, newer movies and series, and things removed from the good old Netflix you are used to watching.

The extension is called Hola!.
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It’s a wonderful thing. I’ve been watching Argentina’s Netflix all day.

The best countries are US, UK, Canada, Denmark, Finland, Argentina, Switzerland, Brazil and Sweden. Now, there are some drawbacks. On some movies, you have to read subtitles, however, look out because they do have option at the bottom of the Netflix screen to switch those to whatever language you speak.

Another drawback is your favorites list doesnt always carry over. And sometimes movie drop. Usually when movies drop, and dont reconnect in a timely manner, I close out of that tab and start a new one, and it usually kicks in the movie from about a minute of where I had gotten dropped.

You have to scroll through the list of countries, as some countries piggyback off other, and dont have their own Netflix.

From what I understand, Hola can be used for other searching type things as well, and unlock Youtube video from regions that tell you that you cant watch that video. I really havent toyed with it much, I just use it for Netflix. It feeds my addiction.

Having gotten all that out there, tomorrow night I will present three more movies that I’ve watched. I try not to give a detail review, I really hate the thought of ruining a movie or show for someone, or accidentally giving too much away. So, I prefer to just give my impression vaguely, whether I enjoyed it or not, and would or wouldnt recommend it.

So, until tomorrow night, sleep tight, if you do that sort of thing…

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

MOVIES!!!

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The Babadook

This movie was…interesting. It had some very good creep factor, but not scare factor. I loved the story, and the little boy is a stellar little actor. Though, this isnt a movie I would bother watching again.


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The Woman in Black 2

After how much I loved the first movie, this one was a total and complete let down. Boring story all way around. It just strayed way too far from the original movie. Blah.


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Byzantium

Saved the best for last! I absolutely loved this movie. Not just because it was a vampire movie, but because of the concept of what a vampire can and cant do in this telling of a vampire tale. Gender roles also play into the whole scheme of things. The acting was great. The concept was great. Top marks from me!!!


Now, I think I will delve into Netflix a little more. I am really considering re-watching Supernatural from the very beginning. YES! GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT! WHO NEEDS SLEEP! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!!


~falls over snoring and drooling~