Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday Photoblog: "Dare to be Awesome" Edition
Weird Al. At the Paramount Party. Total awesome. BotCon 2009.(I totally dorked out when I met him earlier and called him Mr. Yankovic. I am a pathetic nerd...)
FUCK YEAH!!!
TF 3 will be filming in Chicago.
I need times, dates and locations because I am so fucking there!
--Weasel, "Just one glimpse of my sweetie-bot. That's all I ask of you, Primus."
I need times, dates and locations because I am so fucking there!
--Weasel, "Just one glimpse of my sweetie-bot. That's all I ask of you, Primus."
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Taking Risks
"Risk"
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.
-Anias Nin
I have never been the type to take risks. One of the biggest risks I have ever taken was going out with my ex-boyfriend.
I spent well over five years with him. It didn't end well.
After that, I pretty much swore off taking anymore risks. It wasn't worth it. I decided that I should stick with the safest path possible. Nothing bad would happen to me if I did.
Then came July 1999. I decided to take another risk. This was a huge one. I hopped on a plane and went to St Paul, Minnesota to attend BotCon and meet Prime. I wasn't sure how this would turn out; I had played it safe for two years. I wasn't sure if I was truly ready for another risky undertaking. I had no idea how this would turn out.
A week later, I told Prime I loved him.
It was a risk well worth taking--Prime and I have been together for over a decade. He's the light of my life and pain in my ass and life couldn't be better.
Now I'm taking another risk of sorts. I'm writing. I have no idea how this risk will pan out, whether or not it will be successful but by Primus I'm doing it.
Because not doing it would be too painful. And I'm sick of living a normal, safe life. I just want to take the plunge for once and see how things go.
Hopefully, everything will go well. But even if they don't I'll know that I tried.
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.
-Anias Nin
I have never been the type to take risks. One of the biggest risks I have ever taken was going out with my ex-boyfriend.
I spent well over five years with him. It didn't end well.
After that, I pretty much swore off taking anymore risks. It wasn't worth it. I decided that I should stick with the safest path possible. Nothing bad would happen to me if I did.
Then came July 1999. I decided to take another risk. This was a huge one. I hopped on a plane and went to St Paul, Minnesota to attend BotCon and meet Prime. I wasn't sure how this would turn out; I had played it safe for two years. I wasn't sure if I was truly ready for another risky undertaking. I had no idea how this would turn out.
A week later, I told Prime I loved him.
It was a risk well worth taking--Prime and I have been together for over a decade. He's the light of my life and pain in my ass and life couldn't be better.
Now I'm taking another risk of sorts. I'm writing. I have no idea how this risk will pan out, whether or not it will be successful but by Primus I'm doing it.
Because not doing it would be too painful. And I'm sick of living a normal, safe life. I just want to take the plunge for once and see how things go.
Hopefully, everything will go well. But even if they don't I'll know that I tried.
Monday, February 22, 2010
100 Words
Yesterday had to be one of the stupidest days I have ever suffered through. I won't go into details about, for if I did this post would crack 10,000 words easily. Most of those words would be expletives. Suffice to say, it was a miserable day.
Things changed a bit when I got home.
Prime let me hop on Alexa for a bit. I spent a few minutes rifling through various and sundry sites that would put me in a slightly better mood, hit my YouTube account, picked some really good music and began to spot edit my project.
I spent about 45 minutes on it. I added a grand total of one hundred words. My current count is well over 17,000. One hundred words is a mere nothing.
It was only 45 minutes and a hundred words. Compare that to the eight hours I spent in hell. Again, what I did was a trifle.
But in that 45 minutes I actually felt like I accomplished something. It felt worthwhile.
I never have that feeling when I'm at my "work". All I feel while I'm on the clock at my job is a sense of frustration. I feel as if I'm wasting time, like I'm doing nothing.
I never feel that way when I write. When I write, I feel like I've actually done something. I enjoy that.
It's a good feeling. It's one that I could certainly get used to.
Things changed a bit when I got home.
Prime let me hop on Alexa for a bit. I spent a few minutes rifling through various and sundry sites that would put me in a slightly better mood, hit my YouTube account, picked some really good music and began to spot edit my project.
I spent about 45 minutes on it. I added a grand total of one hundred words. My current count is well over 17,000. One hundred words is a mere nothing.
It was only 45 minutes and a hundred words. Compare that to the eight hours I spent in hell. Again, what I did was a trifle.
But in that 45 minutes I actually felt like I accomplished something. It felt worthwhile.
I never have that feeling when I'm at my "work". All I feel while I'm on the clock at my job is a sense of frustration. I feel as if I'm wasting time, like I'm doing nothing.
I never feel that way when I write. When I write, I feel like I've actually done something. I enjoy that.
It's a good feeling. It's one that I could certainly get used to.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday Photoblog: "What a Cute Little Bastard!" Edition
BotCon exclusive Bug Bite. From BotCon 2007.(Cutest little evil bastard evar!)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Bullshit Report
I've been meaning to make a post about this, but I haven't had the time or energy until today.
My current locale is becoming exactly like the old hellhole. Even down to the backstabbing and lying.
We've had at least four people fired in the last couple of weeks. One was the lone overnight cashier who was supposed to be terminated at the beginning of her shift, but management waited until she was nearly done for the night to finally walk her out the store. (The truly idiotic thing? They waited for her to say something they didn't like so they could let her go for that. I just love working around spies and backstabbers, don't you?) One of the cashiers who works around the same hours I do has a second job. He's told people he has a second job. Three days ago he was marched into the office by management and chewed out for "trying to recruit people to his new job". No, that wasn't the case but management doesn't give a flying fuck. As for myself, I've somehow injured my left foot so walking is complete torture for me. I don't know exactly what I've done, but the area near my heel is swollen. I've been using a myriad of different muscle rubs and pain relievers to help take the edge off but to no avail. There have been days that I've left the building about to cry, the pain is so bad.
There's really nothing I can do about it. I have to hope to Primus it heals on its own.
I'm just a cog in the machine, easy to replace.
Like I said, my job is little more than a time waster. I want to write. I don't want to stand behind a goddamn cash register and stare at the unwashed masses all day. Every second I'm at that hellhole is one less second I can write. And it frustrates me to no end.
The one thing that keeps me from losing my mind? The fact that I can come home to Prime and hop on Alexa for even a few moments. When my fingers touch the keyboard, I become so relaxed and...dare I say it? I'm happy. Listening to some really good music helps, too.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more writing to do. I have to make the best of my days off, you know.
My current locale is becoming exactly like the old hellhole. Even down to the backstabbing and lying.
We've had at least four people fired in the last couple of weeks. One was the lone overnight cashier who was supposed to be terminated at the beginning of her shift, but management waited until she was nearly done for the night to finally walk her out the store. (The truly idiotic thing? They waited for her to say something they didn't like so they could let her go for that. I just love working around spies and backstabbers, don't you?) One of the cashiers who works around the same hours I do has a second job. He's told people he has a second job. Three days ago he was marched into the office by management and chewed out for "trying to recruit people to his new job". No, that wasn't the case but management doesn't give a flying fuck. As for myself, I've somehow injured my left foot so walking is complete torture for me. I don't know exactly what I've done, but the area near my heel is swollen. I've been using a myriad of different muscle rubs and pain relievers to help take the edge off but to no avail. There have been days that I've left the building about to cry, the pain is so bad.
There's really nothing I can do about it. I have to hope to Primus it heals on its own.
I'm just a cog in the machine, easy to replace.
Like I said, my job is little more than a time waster. I want to write. I don't want to stand behind a goddamn cash register and stare at the unwashed masses all day. Every second I'm at that hellhole is one less second I can write. And it frustrates me to no end.
The one thing that keeps me from losing my mind? The fact that I can come home to Prime and hop on Alexa for even a few moments. When my fingers touch the keyboard, I become so relaxed and...dare I say it? I'm happy. Listening to some really good music helps, too.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more writing to do. I have to make the best of my days off, you know.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Downward Spiral
I'm frustrated, tired and fed the hell up.
Work has gotten worse. A helluva lot worse. It's getting to the point that I don't even want to walk into the goddamn building. (Technically in my case, it's more like limp into the building but I digress.) There's been a shitload more backstabbing and bullshit than I want to go into.
I'm fucking tired of it.
I don't want to be there anymore. I don't even want to walk into the building. I just want to stay home and write. That's all I want to do. I can't help it--if I'm not writing, I feel like I'm wasting my time. And that job is the biggest time waster of all.
I really don't know if I can make it to June at this rate. Primus knows, I'm burned out as it is.
--Weasel, "I'm gonna go scream now."
Work has gotten worse. A helluva lot worse. It's getting to the point that I don't even want to walk into the goddamn building. (Technically in my case, it's more like limp into the building but I digress.) There's been a shitload more backstabbing and bullshit than I want to go into.
I'm fucking tired of it.
I don't want to be there anymore. I don't even want to walk into the building. I just want to stay home and write. That's all I want to do. I can't help it--if I'm not writing, I feel like I'm wasting my time. And that job is the biggest time waster of all.
I really don't know if I can make it to June at this rate. Primus knows, I'm burned out as it is.
--Weasel, "I'm gonna go scream now."
Friday, February 12, 2010
Friday Photoblog: "Cupid in Disguise" Edition
2010 Camaro, spotted outside a Holiday Inn Express in Raleigh, NC. September 20, 2009.(How do you know if your marriage is blessed? Primus sends you an angel. Or Cupid. Or in this case, both.)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
IT'S OVER 9000!
(Don't get the joke? Click the title.)
Been writing a lot lately. I've already passed 9,000 words and I'm closing in on 10,000. And I don't want to stop, not until I'm done. I've had the idea in my head since 2007; I want to tell the tale, however long it takes. (I'm thinking it's going to end up being a novel. And possibly part of a small series. Quite possibly a trilogy.)
Oh and Prime? You doing a bit of clean-up here and there? Cause I've noticed little changes. They're helping the flow a bit. Keep it up. Just don't let me catch you at it, 'kay? ;)
--Weasel, "May Primus bless me on this venture. I'm gonna need it."
Been writing a lot lately. I've already passed 9,000 words and I'm closing in on 10,000. And I don't want to stop, not until I'm done. I've had the idea in my head since 2007; I want to tell the tale, however long it takes. (I'm thinking it's going to end up being a novel. And possibly part of a small series. Quite possibly a trilogy.)
Oh and Prime? You doing a bit of clean-up here and there? Cause I've noticed little changes. They're helping the flow a bit. Keep it up. Just don't let me catch you at it, 'kay? ;)
--Weasel, "May Primus bless me on this venture. I'm gonna need it."
Sunday, February 07, 2010
WHO DAT!
Congrats to the Saints, for winning their first ever Super Bowl. I'm happy as hell for you guys!
--Weasel, "Yeah, I was pullin' for ya."
--Weasel, "Yeah, I was pullin' for ya."
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Exhaustion
If you've been wondering why I haven't been updating as frequently, it's really due to my job. As of late, all my days off have been split which has been hell on me and the blog alike. (I never feel rested when my days are split. It's as if I never leave the building.)
And you don't want to know just how bad the job has been lately. The sheer amount of stupid there has been driving me closer to the edge. The front end has gone downhill, in more ways than one. The shit that has happened could literally fill volumes.
But I'm tired of dealing with the shit. Very, very tired of dealing with the stupidity and bullshit that is my pathetic job.
What's helped me cope? Prime. And the fact that I'm writing. (Funny story--it seems Prime inadvertently read some of my writing. He liked it. Now I'm a bit torn: Should I take that as a compliment or should I smack him for reading my stuff without permission? Like I said, kinda torn on this one.) At the end of the day, those are a couple of the things that help me keep it together. Well, that and looking forward to BotCon.
I'm just so sick of it all.
--Weasel, "I swear to Primus, I just can't give a fuck anymore."
And you don't want to know just how bad the job has been lately. The sheer amount of stupid there has been driving me closer to the edge. The front end has gone downhill, in more ways than one. The shit that has happened could literally fill volumes.
But I'm tired of dealing with the shit. Very, very tired of dealing with the stupidity and bullshit that is my pathetic job.
What's helped me cope? Prime. And the fact that I'm writing. (Funny story--it seems Prime inadvertently read some of my writing. He liked it. Now I'm a bit torn: Should I take that as a compliment or should I smack him for reading my stuff without permission? Like I said, kinda torn on this one.) At the end of the day, those are a couple of the things that help me keep it together. Well, that and looking forward to BotCon.
I'm just so sick of it all.
--Weasel, "I swear to Primus, I just can't give a fuck anymore."
Friday, February 05, 2010
Friday Photoblog: "I Can't Deal With That Now!" Edition
Robert Stack's Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. From the Hollywood tour, BotCon 2009.(And yes, I could deal with taking that picture right now! ...er, then. Whatever.)
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Repercussions
The net seems to be working fine... for now. But just to make sure I won't miss one, I've done two months worth of Friday Photoblogs. I'm good until the first of April.
It's weird--I could live without the phone and if the TV had gone out, I think I would have been okay... but life without the net sucked. Hard.
--Weasel, "Guess I'm addicted..."
It's weird--I could live without the phone and if the TV had gone out, I think I would have been okay... but life without the net sucked. Hard.
--Weasel, "Guess I'm addicted..."
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