I have an Android at my right, an advanced Fitbit Tracker on my left, a tub of not-so-frilly unmentionables in front of me.
It’s like some kind of cyber pioneer woman crap going on in here.
- Current Mood: aggravated
It's a LONG time coming but finally, Random Chaos has a presence in the mainstream. Sort of.
Share, follow, like, brohoof, "ARR!" or whatever. This is also the place to throw any sort of question at me, kind of like a permanent AMA.
- Current Mood: accomplished
I'd never made homemade rice krispies treats before. Never. Not once.
I'M FREAKIN' 27. And have never made rice krispies treats. I was having a wicked craving. But at the same time I wanted to mind my health.
So split rice cereal with multigrain puffs. Margarine, something we shouldn't be eating anyway, replaced by Benecol.
9×13 pan of it. Delicious!
- Current Mood:Sleepy
This is the second post where I gush about Chuck Wendig’s work—what can I say, I’m a fan. Irregular Creatures is a collection of his short stories, varying in tone from delightfully dark to friendly family fun—as someone first introduced to him via the blog, the latter was more jarring.
Without spoiling any of the contents, the man has an astounding creative mind. While I got used to him as an advice-tossing profanity-spouting guru, it was bumping into his narratives here that sold me on the man’s mad skills. This was one of the first books I got a sample on and was verily cheesed off when I hit the end of the sample. I honestly took a detour off my route to find someplace with wi-fi to buy the whole book.
At some point, I’m gonna have to review it on Goodreads, after I reread it again and it’s fresh in my head.
- Current Mood: calm
I just looked at the things I want to get posted and such for the first time in forever. And man, am I disappointed in myself.
- Welcome to Cornelia was last updated LAST YEAR. Right after I got out of the bin. This is just talking about the local copy, not the stuff that’s up.
- Angelic Shards is in similar neglect.
- Da’ath hasn’t seen love from me since December.
- Lollipop hasn’t been updated since
GingersnapBalgaire got stuck with his new nickname.
- I haven’t so much as done any more research in anything since any of these.
It’s time I set some guidelines for how I’m managing my time.
So here’s the deal:
If I say I am writing and I might not be particularly responsive on one day, then that means that I am writing and may not be particularly responsive on one day. One thing in particular up there is an ambitious fan project, but the other things listed up there? Yeah, those are the things that I’m trying to put together in an effort to be able to take the ‘unpublished’ out from in front of ‘writer’ in my LinkedIn profile. (Spoiler alert: don’t go looking for me on LinkedIn—that profile doesn’t exist; this was used as a figure of speech.)
If I say I’m in the middle of something, the thing that I am in the middle of is probably writing, and if I seem a bit irritable, it’s because I have a quota that I’d like to hit before I go do something leisurely.
If I seem to be distracted and my mind is a bajillion places at a time, you’ve probably caught me in the middle of writing.
Am I offline in EVERY ASPECT of social media that isn’t Google? Then I’m probably writing. And even if I AM on line in the Google messenger, check for a status something like ‘#amwriting’ before hailing me. Also included are ‘inkslinging,’ ‘editing,’ ‘writing,’ ‘word herding,’ et cetera. Best to wait until that status is no longer attached to my name before attempting to hail me formally. Is it still up? Do not be surprised if I do not answer.
All of these apply until the fifth of May—Beltaine to us pagans, cinco de mayo to everyone else in the area who is going to send our hotel into HELL that week.
Hail me at your own risk.
I’m off to sling ink now.
- Current Mood: BUSY AF
The reason I've been off is because I've had to deal with a problem. The next door neighbor went all creepshow on me and tried to make a move.
He did it by attempting to vape the cloud off my hand, followed by trying to vape right off me. He took two steps off into my unit to do this.
It took a Matrix dodge to get away from that. I never got an apology.
This is the second time.I want to chop my arm off so I don't feel his nasty breath on my arm the--euuuuggh! I need another scrub.
*five minutes later*
I called the police this morning. He got off with a warning. The building manager, when I tried to speak to her about the thing, spoke in such a way that it was clear I was to blame.
My folks were there. They saw this happen. They exchanged oddball identical WTF looks.
A trip to the police station revealed that the officer who spoke to me on the initial report, along with the fact that he came up to me with no warning and THREE OTHER HUGE DUDES while ignoring my requests that he back up and not crowd me like that--he gave me an incorrect file number. The police report number was wrong.
- Current Mood: angry
So here is a thing.