About the Blog and Me and Stuff

The Blog

Umm…This blog runs contrary to what advice-y-izers  (hmmm…there ought to be a simpler word than that) advise; e.g. stick to one topic, post daily, etc.  Gonna write about what I want, when I want, regardless of blog-stat hit-a-bility.  If you don’t appreciate the eclectic nature of the blog, your loss…

You Won’t Catch This Writer Selling Out For Success!

…is mine.  (sob!) What writer doesn’t want an audience? But am not willing to compromise to gain fame.

(Oh, what horse-hockey. Am willing to sell my firstborn and my secondborn.  I’ll even have my uterus re-implanted to sell a third.  Just am not up to blogging any other way than how I’m doin’ it now–sporadically, oddly.)

The blog covers all sorts of stuff, but you can find what hits YOUR interest easily by using the menus, BRILLIANTLY organized by topic:  Science, History, etc. (“Snarky” means snotty and sarcastic. “Popular” means more than one person read the posts. That pretty much covers the really mysterious menu categories.)

Just poke around and find what YOU like.

Right now, I’m trying to post at least weekly. Hah! We’ll see how long THAT lasts!

Now That Is Really Desperate: Changing Your Name to Rhyme With “Famous” (And What’s With That Creepy Freudian “Li’l Sack” Labeling? Ew. Just Ew.)

Me

Here’s an actual sad sack:  Abusive childhood, abusive marriage, abusive health:   Systemic lupus, Behcet’s (I no longer have the vaginal cooties–thank you, meds!), Meniere’s, spine eaten some by the lupus.   I can walk, bend, twist, squat, all those things.  Even hike occasionally.  Standing still is awkward, though.  If it’s longer than five minutes, I gotta rock from side to side like a little kid having to pee.  People either assume I have the bladder and personality of a chihuahua, or I’m more autistic than I am.  Yup:  Asperger’s too, for which I’m grateful.  (If only all the neurotypicals–people without autism–would learn to communicate sensibly.)

Basically, just your average girl.  Other than talking to myself in public, that is.

Thank goodness, have retained my sense of humor, though often I’m the only one amused at what I find amusing.  This is merely a mark of distinction.  Or, possibly, extinction, in the big-picture evolutionary sense.

Speaking of pictures, here’s me (in 2014), and my google+ and LinkedIn profiles, for the most bored among you who bothered to stick this far:

(Sorry, folks, the latter has been temporarily unlinked whilst I cruise the muddy online dating waters of Tons ‘o’ Tuna and “Oh, Hey, Stupid!”–really don’t want any nasty sharks to drill down and show up at my home address uninvited.)

Me Laughing At You Laughing At Me

Defunct Googley

Linked-y

Why not Facebookety?  Don’t use it. Not Insta, Twitta, or Etcetta 😉

Since you can’t get to those right now, I’ll tell you I used to be:
assistant director, chambermaid, programmer, executive secretary, security guard, technical writer, short-order cook, teacher, telephone solicitor, grant writer, systems analyst, hostess, financial advisor assistant, DBA, and unemployed person. (I may have missed a couple.)

Stuff

Walnuts and raisins.

Eggs benedict. Yummy.

Chocolate chip cookies.
Mmmmmm.

Peanut butter and bacon on toast. Mmmmmm…crunchy.
Too bad I eat only turkey bacon now.

What do you mean, there’s stuff other than food?

Update, 2023:
I no longer post, and miss others the most, but my “oomph”–she is toast.

l’ennui d’Babe