When I was a child, I would do the following...
- Watch cartoons
- Read books
- Draw pictures
- Color with crayons
- Give random hugs
- Play with puppies and kittens. I wanted to buy them all.
- Sit on a patch of grass and watch the clouds
Now that I'm an adult, this is what I do...
- Watch cartoons
- Read books
- Draw pictures
- Color with crayons
- Play with puppies and kittens. Now I can buy them all, but I know I don't have the proper environment to have a pet at the moment.
- Go to work
So I no longer give random hugs and watch the clouds. That sucks, but I'm still mostly me. Actually, I still get to watch the clouds a bit...so it's only the random hug thing that's missing.
A-c-t-u-a-l-l-y, I still randomly hug people, but only if I know them (really know them, not just Facebook know them). In New York City, it's safe to only hug people you know who bathe. I assume all the folks I know do bathe (I hope).
And I don't go to work at the moment because I got laid off....so I can't count that.
I guess I still do the same things I've done as a child. Have I grown up? Not really, except that I'm responsible. Buying cute puppies and kittens just because you can is not a good thing. Growing up means becoming responsible...yeah, that sounds good right?
I forgot the point of this blog...I'm going to go color now.
*Note: This is meant to be a funny and introspective self-commentary. If you haven't figured that out yet....well, not sure if there's much help for you.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Fifty Shades of Grey vs Twilight....what is going on here?
As a very young child, I quickly learned how to read. I can honestly say I only have one memory of not being able to read a book. To quote Yoda, "Do or do not (read)...there is no try". I love Yoda.
The point I'm trying to make is I've read a lot of books...I can't even begin to guess how many. If I don't have a book I'm currently reading, I get anxious. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Books are my crack; there's never been a reason for me to try drugs because I can read and get a natural high. Reading is fundamental (old 80's reference). Who remembers the RIF program?
As an avid reader, I can tell when I'm reading crap or something spectacular. In the last few years, a lot of questionable "literature" has been released that people are going crazy over. One is Twilight by Stephanie Myer and the other is Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James. War and Peace these books ain't. Hell, The Little Engine That Could these books ain't.
To be honest, I've read better. Don't get me wrong...I like both of the stories. But if I didn't have such a vivid imagination, I don't think these books would be that good. A well written book vividly describes the plot and makes it easy for the reader to "see" what's going on. Note: Fifty Shades of Grey is extremely descriptive in one specific aspect. I will give it props for that.
But I'm not here to bash the books. They are what they are and they entertain people. *Who the hell cares if these books are not the 2nd coming of Romeo and Juliet?
I certainly don't.
In fact, I'm very grateful books like these do well. You want to know why? It's because it gives me hope that the drivel that I write will sell. All I need is an interesting topic that will hook the tween element and then market the thing like crazy. That's the new American Dream folks - write crap, self-publish and make millions.
So stay tuned for more crap from me!
*Well, you might care if you weep over the destruction of the English language.
The point I'm trying to make is I've read a lot of books...I can't even begin to guess how many. If I don't have a book I'm currently reading, I get anxious. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Books are my crack; there's never been a reason for me to try drugs because I can read and get a natural high. Reading is fundamental (old 80's reference). Who remembers the RIF program?
As an avid reader, I can tell when I'm reading crap or something spectacular. In the last few years, a lot of questionable "literature" has been released that people are going crazy over. One is Twilight by Stephanie Myer and the other is Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James. War and Peace these books ain't. Hell, The Little Engine That Could these books ain't.
To be honest, I've read better. Don't get me wrong...I like both of the stories. But if I didn't have such a vivid imagination, I don't think these books would be that good. A well written book vividly describes the plot and makes it easy for the reader to "see" what's going on. Note: Fifty Shades of Grey is extremely descriptive in one specific aspect. I will give it props for that.
But I'm not here to bash the books. They are what they are and they entertain people. *Who the hell cares if these books are not the 2nd coming of Romeo and Juliet?
I certainly don't.
In fact, I'm very grateful books like these do well. You want to know why? It's because it gives me hope that the drivel that I write will sell. All I need is an interesting topic that will hook the tween element and then market the thing like crazy. That's the new American Dream folks - write crap, self-publish and make millions.
So stay tuned for more crap from me!
*Well, you might care if you weep over the destruction of the English language.
Monday, February 27, 2012
The growing allure of escapism
My current line of employment is a bit oppressive; I often leave the office very tightly wound. I have many ways of TEMPORARILY escaping the insanity of my job. Reading is my favorite form of escapism. If I don't have a book on my 1hr+ commute to and from work, I often feel like I'm going through drug withdrawal.
Note: I have NEVER done illegal drugs. They look kinda scary and Lord knows I don't need to spend anymore money than I'm already spending on my jewelry addiction...but I digress.
Note 2.0: I'm always open for book suggestions...reading is an addiction that I can highly encourage. I had to stop buying books so I get my book fix from the New York Public Library. Support your local library!
My latest form of escapism involves online gaming. I've always loved video games. For all those gaming nerds out there, here's a treat: I still have my original NES (Nintendo Entertainment System)and it still works. Yes, bask in my gaming coolness. I've always owned home gaming systems, but my first PC gaming experience happened while in college. A fellow ROTC friend of mine got me hooked on a PC game called Diablo. This was back in 1998.
Fast Forward to 2010. I went to visit a friend back in Jacksonville, Fl and she and her husband showed me the wonderful world of WOW (World of Warcraft). The funny thing is that WOW is made by the same people who made Diablo...a company called Blizzard. Naturally, I had to play as well.
This is what my online 'toon looks like. I'm a level 85 hunter Night Elf. Yeah, I know you're all impressed.
The best of part of WOW is the fact that you can buy flying mounts. This picture above shows me with one of my griffins. Man, I can fell you folks out there drooling at your computers. I can literally feel the envy. No, I'm not drinking while I'm writing this blog...you're crazy to think that.
The goal of WOW is to complete quests and to advance in levels. The highest level you can get to currently is level 85. After 1 year, I finally got my first 'toon to the highest level possible. You'd think I'd have a hard time still finding reasons to keep playing...not so. Blizzard have worked into the game ways that keep making you want to play (such as getting better and better armor). That's their ultimate goal folks...if I keep playing, then they keep getting my money. I pay $60 for a 6-month subscription. If I was smart, I'd invent a video game company.
Overall, I'm a lucky person. I have a job at a time many people do not. While I want to escape, I do sometimes enjoy what I do at work and being social with other people. When it comes to escapism, I'm not as addicted to this game as other people. I'm sure you've all heard of folks in China who have played this game non-stop for about one week and have died due to deep vein thrombosis. That's a really a scary scenario. See, I live in the greatest country in the world and have to escape occasionally. What does it say about China if people there have to escape to such an extreme level that they die while doing so?
Note: I have NEVER done illegal drugs. They look kinda scary and Lord knows I don't need to spend anymore money than I'm already spending on my jewelry addiction...but I digress.
Note 2.0: I'm always open for book suggestions...reading is an addiction that I can highly encourage. I had to stop buying books so I get my book fix from the New York Public Library. Support your local library!
My latest form of escapism involves online gaming. I've always loved video games. For all those gaming nerds out there, here's a treat: I still have my original NES (Nintendo Entertainment System)and it still works. Yes, bask in my gaming coolness. I've always owned home gaming systems, but my first PC gaming experience happened while in college. A fellow ROTC friend of mine got me hooked on a PC game called Diablo. This was back in 1998.
Fast Forward to 2010. I went to visit a friend back in Jacksonville, Fl and she and her husband showed me the wonderful world of WOW (World of Warcraft). The funny thing is that WOW is made by the same people who made Diablo...a company called Blizzard. Naturally, I had to play as well.
This is what my online 'toon looks like. I'm a level 85 hunter Night Elf. Yeah, I know you're all impressed.
As a hunter, I have pets that will help me hunt. The flying snake with wings is one of my pets that I named Twink (it's a Rainbow Brite reference). Now you're super impressed, right?
The best of part of WOW is the fact that you can buy flying mounts. This picture above shows me with one of my griffins. Man, I can fell you folks out there drooling at your computers. I can literally feel the envy. No, I'm not drinking while I'm writing this blog...you're crazy to think that.
The goal of WOW is to complete quests and to advance in levels. The highest level you can get to currently is level 85. After 1 year, I finally got my first 'toon to the highest level possible. You'd think I'd have a hard time still finding reasons to keep playing...not so. Blizzard have worked into the game ways that keep making you want to play (such as getting better and better armor). That's their ultimate goal folks...if I keep playing, then they keep getting my money. I pay $60 for a 6-month subscription. If I was smart, I'd invent a video game company.
Overall, I'm a lucky person. I have a job at a time many people do not. While I want to escape, I do sometimes enjoy what I do at work and being social with other people. When it comes to escapism, I'm not as addicted to this game as other people. I'm sure you've all heard of folks in China who have played this game non-stop for about one week and have died due to deep vein thrombosis. That's a really a scary scenario. See, I live in the greatest country in the world and have to escape occasionally. What does it say about China if people there have to escape to such an extreme level that they die while doing so?
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Spot is my fish and I love him
And now...time for something completely random...
Welcome to 2012 folks. Today, I'm going to talk about my pet goldfish. His name is Spot. He's so cute. I actually bought Spot with another fish about 4 months ago. The other fish has since passed into the great beyond...and Spot survived the 30 day mark and so was entitled to a name. This is my first fancy goldfish that I have ever bought. All of my previous goldfish were cheap feeder comet tails (10 cents each). Now don't get me wrong; comet tails are awesome goldfish. I had a few that lived for years (until I released them into a lake, but they could still be alive). But I always wanted a fish with a bit more "fancy" and thus I bought Spot. Spot cost about $2.50 and that's a lot for a goldfish.
Spot did not always look as he does now. He only had a little bit of black in him in the beginning. But thanks to the miracle of fancy goldfish food, his color has severely changed. If you look at the picture below, the fish that is on the left of the picture is what Spot used to look like. Okay, the picture sucks...and what you can't see is that Spot had a very little black in his coloring.
Anyway, he's much prettier now. His buddy died...and that happens to goldfish and I have since moved on with my life.
Goldfish are great starter freshwater fish. They're pretty to look at and they are tough fish. I change the water in Spot's tank about every 3 weeks, but I could let the water turn black and he'd still be alive. Come on folks, they eat their own poop...they have to be tough. Goldfish are also part of the carp family. Carp are poop eaters. Don't eat carp unless you want to eat poop fish.
If I ever write more blogs about Spot, I'll probably write about what he's thinking about at the exact moment I take a picture of him. For example, if you're looking at the picture at the very top of this blog, Spot is thinking "oh thank goodness...she finally changed the water in my tank. I was breathing in my own piss. You hear me crazy girl...I was breathing in my PISS. What kind of owner are you? $@*&% you!". Yeah, my fish has got some issues.
Monday, December 5, 2011
I figured it out...somewhat
Yes, I know. I'm a slacker. I was suppose to write a bit more often in this blog. Suffice to say, I did not. But this is what I was doing...
I was trying to decide if my future career opportunity would flow in the ways of business communications. After applying to several jobs and having 1 interview, I decided I needed to get more education in communication in order to have a better foundation in it.
So I signed up for an online class at the University of Phoenix. While I did learn from the class, I also learned that online classes are not for me (unless I had no other option). I honestly did not retain much information from the class because I was suffering from information overload (too much stuff to learn in only 5 weeks). And there was one other thing...some of my classmates were stupid. Some of these folks did not understand how to write in the English language. And then there were people who didn't understand that this class was not a cell phone and that using texting shorthand in a classroom environment is a bad thing. And can you say "run on sentences"? I truly fear for the youth of America.
Anyway, I slowly realized that even if I found another job, I really don't like the office environment. It's too stuffy...I love flexibility and a relaxed schedule. Part of that is because I am a highly sensitive person, but that's another story.
Where does that leave me then? Well, I did realize what I want to do...I want to write. In fact, I've been thinking about this for YEARS. What stopped me from 1) admitting that and 2) getting started in pursuing the writing thing? Fear. Fear of failure, fear of sucking at something, fear at not making my family proud of me...fear, fear, fear. I finally realize this all...so now, it's just an issue of getting started. I need to start finding any little job (or work for free) that gets my foot in the door. I know I write well, but do I write well enough for people to pay me for it. Time will tell...
I hope you all like bad poetry cause that's what I'm going to expose you to soon...and some pictures I've promised you.
I was trying to decide if my future career opportunity would flow in the ways of business communications. After applying to several jobs and having 1 interview, I decided I needed to get more education in communication in order to have a better foundation in it.
So I signed up for an online class at the University of Phoenix. While I did learn from the class, I also learned that online classes are not for me (unless I had no other option). I honestly did not retain much information from the class because I was suffering from information overload (too much stuff to learn in only 5 weeks). And there was one other thing...some of my classmates were stupid. Some of these folks did not understand how to write in the English language. And then there were people who didn't understand that this class was not a cell phone and that using texting shorthand in a classroom environment is a bad thing. And can you say "run on sentences"? I truly fear for the youth of America.
Anyway, I slowly realized that even if I found another job, I really don't like the office environment. It's too stuffy...I love flexibility and a relaxed schedule. Part of that is because I am a highly sensitive person, but that's another story.
Where does that leave me then? Well, I did realize what I want to do...I want to write. In fact, I've been thinking about this for YEARS. What stopped me from 1) admitting that and 2) getting started in pursuing the writing thing? Fear. Fear of failure, fear of sucking at something, fear at not making my family proud of me...fear, fear, fear. I finally realize this all...so now, it's just an issue of getting started. I need to start finding any little job (or work for free) that gets my foot in the door. I know I write well, but do I write well enough for people to pay me for it. Time will tell...
I hope you all like bad poetry cause that's what I'm going to expose you to soon...and some pictures I've promised you.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Oh, that's right...I have a blog to write
Dear Blog,
I'm sorry to have neglected you, but I really didn't feel like writing in you for awhile. Part of it was sheer laziness...and I apologize for that. I'm still getting used to the fact that this was what I was meant to do...too many years of forcing myself do do jobs I wasn't meant to do have killed much of my motivation. Another reason is that I come home EXHAUSTED. Sometimes it's a physical exhaustion, but it's been an emotional one more often than not. When I get home, I really just feel like hiding away from the world. Everyone is too loud and too rude and too heartless...it rubs on my raw nerves.
But today I took a mental health day and got some things done so I feel mentally better. And that's why I've come back to you Blog...I haven't forgotten about you...hope you didn't forget about me. You're my last hope for sanity. Well, maybe not my last hope, but you're good for me so I have to pay a bit more attention to you. You'll be happy to hear that I'm planning to take a writing class...as soon as I can get my head wrapped around how to take an online class. Yes, our old friend Fear was slowing things down, but I think he's pretty much wandered off. Just wish these classes didn't cost so much, but I can afford two of them for now.
Well, time for bed. But you'll see me again soon. I recently visited the USS INTREPID (again) and the new 9/11 Memorial so I'll have to write about that and post pictures. Plus Blog, why the heck did Blogger change it's format? It took me 5 minutes to figure out how to get this new blog started! Oh goodness, I hope I can find the spellcheck button.
I'm sorry to have neglected you, but I really didn't feel like writing in you for awhile. Part of it was sheer laziness...and I apologize for that. I'm still getting used to the fact that this was what I was meant to do...too many years of forcing myself do do jobs I wasn't meant to do have killed much of my motivation. Another reason is that I come home EXHAUSTED. Sometimes it's a physical exhaustion, but it's been an emotional one more often than not. When I get home, I really just feel like hiding away from the world. Everyone is too loud and too rude and too heartless...it rubs on my raw nerves.
But today I took a mental health day and got some things done so I feel mentally better. And that's why I've come back to you Blog...I haven't forgotten about you...hope you didn't forget about me. You're my last hope for sanity. Well, maybe not my last hope, but you're good for me so I have to pay a bit more attention to you. You'll be happy to hear that I'm planning to take a writing class...as soon as I can get my head wrapped around how to take an online class. Yes, our old friend Fear was slowing things down, but I think he's pretty much wandered off. Just wish these classes didn't cost so much, but I can afford two of them for now.
Well, time for bed. But you'll see me again soon. I recently visited the USS INTREPID (again) and the new 9/11 Memorial so I'll have to write about that and post pictures. Plus Blog, why the heck did Blogger change it's format? It took me 5 minutes to figure out how to get this new blog started! Oh goodness, I hope I can find the spellcheck button.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
When the words stop flowing...
In the morning, while I ride the Staten Island Ferry to the island of Manhattan, I think of 10,000 things that I can write about in this blog:
- Oh, that person is overly obese and is eating a donut so I'll write about how our fast and furious society is killing us with easy to eat food
- The bus driver was a real jerk today so I'll write about how the MTA is breeding lazy workers who don't care about people getting to work on time
- Man, I'm absolutely exhausted and need to get more sleep so I'll write about how we all need more sleep
- I'll just write complete nonsense cause that's what I feel like doing
- Bubblegum
Of course when I get to work, I don't have time to write in my blog (nor should I write a blog while at work but that's an entirely different story). 8 hours later and I start the commute home. When I finally do get home, I remember all those ideas but the emotion behind them has faded. My inspiration has disappeared. It's very frustrating. Being exhausted didn't help either. But today I had to write, even if it was about how I didn't feel like writing. I felt like I needed to write something (anything) down just to clear up the clutter in my brain. Just yawned now...I really do need some rest.
To make a long story short, I'm basically making myself addicted to writing things down. That's a good thing - it's forcing my brain to focus my thoughts from a bunch of ideas into words. It's very hard to do it at this very moment, but I think it's getting easier.
I see that I have a few followers (yay) and I thank you. I'll try to make these entries more exciting and your bribes will be arriving in the mail :).
- Oh, that person is overly obese and is eating a donut so I'll write about how our fast and furious society is killing us with easy to eat food
- The bus driver was a real jerk today so I'll write about how the MTA is breeding lazy workers who don't care about people getting to work on time
- Man, I'm absolutely exhausted and need to get more sleep so I'll write about how we all need more sleep
- I'll just write complete nonsense cause that's what I feel like doing
- Bubblegum
Of course when I get to work, I don't have time to write in my blog (nor should I write a blog while at work but that's an entirely different story). 8 hours later and I start the commute home. When I finally do get home, I remember all those ideas but the emotion behind them has faded. My inspiration has disappeared. It's very frustrating. Being exhausted didn't help either. But today I had to write, even if it was about how I didn't feel like writing. I felt like I needed to write something (anything) down just to clear up the clutter in my brain. Just yawned now...I really do need some rest.
To make a long story short, I'm basically making myself addicted to writing things down. That's a good thing - it's forcing my brain to focus my thoughts from a bunch of ideas into words. It's very hard to do it at this very moment, but I think it's getting easier.
I see that I have a few followers (yay) and I thank you. I'll try to make these entries more exciting and your bribes will be arriving in the mail :).
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