Wednesday, March 28, 2018

note to self:

Don't make plans.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

no, time

seriously, where does it go?? How can X amount of time simply ...get used up?
And, dude. Google. Enough, kay? I'm not a machine. Give it a rest.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

14 tabs opened right now
working on powerpoint presentations
trying to think of
what to blog
what to write
what to read
what to say

it's national poetry day, apparently, even though national poetry MONTH is April. Who decides these things?? Did they not coordinate with one another? Is there a national poetry week, too? I bet that's in August or something. .....aaaah! Okay, if I were more inclined to simply go back and erase what I wrote, I'd look a little less foolish, but whatever.  Mistakes equal learning. (Well, sometimes)
So, it's WORLD poetry day today, and NATIONAL poetry month in April. That makes things clearer.

Anyway, you'd think that with my recent foray into poetry with my class that I'd be all over the idea of creating some poetry to share right now.

You'd think.

...actually, no, I'm not going to poem-it-up right now, but I DO have some lyrics in my head that are hilarious and apt. And, so, I'll end it with those.

so smooth you can hear the beard
so smooth you can hear the beard
three times is poetry
so smooth you can hear the beard

Tuesday, March 20, 2018


Ugh. I turned in my short story to be workshopped in creative writing yesterday, and NEXT Monday is spring break, so I have to wait TWO weeks before I'm able to get feedback!
Meanwhile, my brain has been going over it repeatedly, thinking about the things I liked (a surpsingly large percentage, actually) and the things I didn't/know can be improved upon (...also a surprisingly large percentage.) Okay, not really, there ARE flaws, of course, and I'm curious to see whether anyone else points out what I've got in mind. But I have to wait another 13 days. Agony.

Perhaps once I've gone through the feedback stage, I'll post it here.

Friday, March 16, 2018


Not kidding!

Wednesday, March 14, 2018


It's Pi day, Pi day, gotta get down on Pi day...

I'll need to circle by the grocery store on the way home from work to buy a pie.

I have a lot of writing to do this week and no desire (currently) to do any of it. That'll undoubtedly change - most certainly when I'm in the car, away from my notebooks, pens, and keyboards.

Speaking of which, it's practically time to get going... so, this entry was short and meaningless. I really should start planning topics ahead.

end(ish) of the day edit - bought two pies - one cherry, one pumpkin. Then got home, walked thru the door, and promptly dropped the cherry pie all over the floor and Silas's brand new shoes. Sad pie day.
The pumpkin is still fine, and I'm sure the rest of the family will enjoy it (I don't like pumpkin pie), but, man, what an unfortunate event. 

Monday, March 12, 2018

what even

I haven't been following the news lately, but the cold open from SNL and just the general feeling in the air... is the Mueller investigation a bust? Did ...Trump actually get away with his shit? Again? Cuz, dude. Just fuck that noise thirty-nine times.  Hopefully I'm wrong, but I'm too tired to confirm (or deny) it right now, and, honestly, a little too worried to look and find out that, yeah, it's as bad as I fear.

Friday, March 09, 2018

stalling/ procrastinating/ other words that mean that

Ugh. I have a ton of school work to do, and zero desire to do any of it. As is evidenced by a) that I'm blogging and b) that it's all due TODAY, and I've had the last five days when I could have worked on any of it, but didn't. Sigh.

And, at least, I'm telling myself this so I can sleep at night (hahaha), IN THEORY today I was going to be all gung-ho about getting shit done, but then I had a really REALLY bad day at work, and it freaking drained any drive I had to do pretty much anything straight outta me.

I have done SOME school stuff, so it's not a complete waste of a day. And there are still a little over five hours left before the deadline of midnight, so... yeah.

Thursday, March 08, 2018

What we need

(this is the villanelle I wrote last week for my creative writing course)

Let me tell you what it is we need.
A few more guns inside our schools.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.

You think you want leaders who know how to lead.
Instead we have actors who break all the rules.
Let me tell you what it is we need.

The engines are running, running on greed
blood, tears, and oil - are there alternate fuels?
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.

"The other side is wrong" is everyone's creed.
Divisions deepen. A side, you must choose.
Let me tell you what it is we need.

We're falling apart with sickening speed.
All our old heroes, now just tarnished old fools.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.

Thoughts and prayers while victims plead.
Online echo chambers becoming cesspools.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.

Wednesday, March 07, 2018

I knew you were going to be a good time to time.

I've got nothing else to blog about right now, so I'm going to do a few predictive texts, just for fun.

Everything after the bold will be whatever my phone predicts should be said next from these famous movie quotes.

May the force of the day, February 15th, and I have to do the same time.

If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, and I have to do the same time.

The first rule of Fight Club is a good thing, right?

My Mama always said "Life is like a box of chocolates; the same time.

When someone asks, "Are you a god?" you say that I have a vehicle to the ftp site under the filename of resend.

Nobody puts Baby Einstein the same time.

I'm mad as hell, and I have to do the same time.

...okay. Obviously, I need to "do the same time" a LOT.  Maybe I'll try this again at some point, but with something other than movie quotes (or different ones, for whatever reason my brain was blanking on quotable films).

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

insomnia is fun

no, wait. it's the opposite of that.

Friday, March 02, 2018

time Marches on

how in the world did it get to be March already?

And of twenty-freaking-eighteen?????

Work was exhausting, yet again, because it was Friday, and for the last two hours or so of my shift, technology was not my friend. Made for a very frustrating experience.

But, home now, and I don't have to worry about work for forty-eight-ish hours, so.

For my creative writing class this week we had to write a villanelle.  A villanelle is a style of poem that apparently is obscure enough that blogger's word processor has it underlined in red. But, basically it's a 19 line poem that uses two rhymes throughout, and alternately repeats lines 1 and 3. So, it's A B A, A B repeat line 1,  A B repeat line 3, A B repeat line 1, A B repeat line 3, A B repeat line 1 repeat line 3.

Not easy to do, but the one I wrote is... decent. After I get feedback on it, I may end up posting it here. If I had more free time (and, let's be honest, more ambition) I think it might be sort of fun to try and compose some more of them. 

Next week is the end of poetry, and then it's on to fiction. Woot woot! Although that means the class is already half way finished. Boo. I've enjoyed the poetry section a good deal more than I anticipated I would, though. It ain't all bad.