Getting Mobile

Why it hadn't occurred to me earlier to check for a Blogger app is beyond me.  But here I am.  Blogging while riding to work (not driving, I promise) and thinking about the universe and its intricacies. 

Le sigh. 

Perfect day was perfect.  Now to work my tail off (literally) and hope the apartment hasn't burned down when I get home in the wee hours of the morning.

Madness!!!

Well, it seems as though writing for a blog that actually has demands on me has been very good on my work ethic.  Because answering to myself has always gone something like this:

"You know, you *should* be doing (insert task such as writing, cleaning, saving the world here)"


"Screw you, you know-it-all bitch!  You don't own me!"

or something like that.

So it is with pride and awe that I write yet ANOTHER blog post, dear readers.  Of my own volition!  In a timely manner!  WHAT IS THIS MADNESS??

This may also be related to a recent phenomenon I've observed.  It's called "getting shit done".  I don't know where I picked up this nasty habit, but everywhere I look, I seem to be ACCOMPLISHING THINGS like and adult or something.  I'm amused and a little nervous.  Who is this responsible woman, and what have you done with the slacker that we all know and love?  Have I truly gone - STEPFORD?

After a quick look around, I realize there are still some dishes in the sink.  I think we're safe.  Also, I've been TERRIBLY lax in my NaNoWriMo writing, and November is rapidly winding away.  In my defense, I've started a new jobby job, and have been writing for Adventures in Poor Taste, and otherwise occupying myself studiously in such exciting tasks as Organizing the Bills and Planning My Future.  So I'll cut myself a little slack here.

With winter fast approaching (fuck, it's cold this morning) I am just waiting for the shit to hit the fan, and for the familiar doesnotcomputegoway hibernation to begin.  But I have a sneaking suspicion that with everything going on, I won't have time for such frivolity.  Getting shit done > any anti-depressant out there, truly.

So!  A new, exciting chapter for your plucky heroine!?

Stay tuned...

Breaking up is hard to do

As you may know, I've started writing for an awesome geek blog, Adventures in Poor Taste! - a fabulous collection of "cynical manchild" ramblings on geek and pop culture.  And I fit right in!  What am I if not a cynical manchild trapped in a woman's body?

This week, my article is a heartfelt "Dear John" to the folks over at SquareEnix.  Nothing personal, but after having my heart broken, I think its time to move on.  Bethesda, be still my beating heart - let Skyrim fill the void Final Fantasy XIII left!

Stay tuned for more domestic ramblings.  I've got something interesting to say on that front, I just know it.

Adventures In Poor Taste

No, No - I haven't finally titled my memoir.

I'm writing for a geek-tastic blog!

Don't be sad, my lovely readers.  This isn't the end.  I still want to be friends.  Its not you, its me...

Hehe.

Go to their site, and check out all the geeky goodness, and stay tuned for more updates.

For now, here's my first contribution.

Why I Can't Wait For the Zombieapocalypse

Purging Is Good For The Soul

Looking out my windows this morning, there is no question that the crisp sunny blue skied days of Autumn are over, and the gray, oppressive season has begun.

I really didn't need the windows to tell me so.  I can feel the shift in the marrow of my soul.

Now that Halloween is over, the next few months are an endless struggle to overcome my utter distaste for Winter.  My first challenge, is of course, the Hellidays.  Rapidly approaching, I cringe at every Christmas themed commercial on TV.  Its barely November, for fuck's sake!

Around this time every year, I start to retreat into a little ball of insanity.

NOT THIS YEAR, DAMMIT.

Your plucky heroine has a secret weapon.  PRODUCTIVITY!

The past two days have been spent purging, reorganizing, and nesting.  Putting books on shelves, throwing away old papers, moving furniture.  Also, getting prettttty tipsy on a bottle o' wine.  Unfortunately, the liquor store my darling husband shops at *clearly* has a problem with their stock.  Someone's been poking holes in the bottom of the wine bottles.  This, my friends, is a travesty.

All in all, I feel much less frightened of the cold dark Winter that approaches.  We'll see how well I fare as time rolls on.  But for now, I'm going to sip my coffee, enjoy my mostly clean house, and work on my novel.

Blue skies be damned.

A Kick in the Pants

Yes, yes, dear friends.  I've abandoned you once again.  I'll gladly take my flogging later.

For now, though, some exciting news!

If you haven't heard of it, November happens to be "National Novel Writing Month" - and I've been working on a doozy of an idea.  As with most things in the world of your plucky heroine, nothing keeps my attention for very long, but this opportunity is PERFECT.  Upon signing up, I discovered a whole world of forums for support and information.  Hallelujah!  Like minded individuals with a common goal!

Swing on over to NaNoWriMo to check it out.

In other news, not much has changed on the Anti-Stepford front.  None of the beds are made today (though sometimes they are, score for me!) and there are dishes in the sink, begging for my attention.  But what's new?  I *am* excited to report that the Youngling has started preschool, thus freeing up some much needed productive time!

How have I spent it, you ask?  Why kicking ass in Words With Friends, of course!  Nothing says accomplishment like pure old-fashioned procrastination!

But I digress.

November is rapidly approaching, and I plan on going full throttle until this beast of a novel is done.  In the meantime, expect updates sporadically on my progress.  I won't make any promises, but I have a damned good feeling about this.  No Whammies!  No Whammies!

Escaping Reality

Let's face it folks. I'm an escapist. I always have been, and always will be. I love fantasy and science fiction and video games and comics and every other facet of imagination. Because really, without these things, I find reality pretty stifling.

Ranking highest among my vices (yes, even above Whiskey and Caffeine) is reading. I am an avid reader - a good book to me is as addictive as crack. I just cant. put. it. down. I'll go in fits and spurts, but usually a new undertaking is a vast series of books that envelop much of my time. As it so happens, two series have ensnared me this week alone.

First: The Hunger Games. I've heard all sorts of buzz about this series of novels, set in a post-apocalyptic world, chronicling a young girls struggle with a totalitarian society and a brutal fight to the death. Yeah, up my alley much? And for all the buzz I've heard, I have to say that I wasn't disappointed. I devoured the first two books in as many days, and am oh-so-patiently ::eyeroll:: awaiting the chance to get my hands on the third.

Second: A Song of Ice and Fire. Propelled by the HBO series that was ohmygawdgood, I decided to delve into these massive novels. Not only am I enthralled, but I'm even more impressed with the series, for portraying the novel so far scene by scene, and doing incredible justice to George R.R. Martin's impressive work. I almost don't want to read past this first book, because the series was so edge--of-your-seat awesome.

Oh sweet escape, how I love thee. I may be still struggling, the house sure needs cleaning, but I'm a happy gal.

alrighty, dear reader, I'm getting that "must read now" itch. I'm such a junkie.