Posted in kindness, Uncategorized

Oh, Bother!“We are
stuck with
want is
just stuff
-Douglas Adams

I’ve had a few weeks that reminded me of the joyful curse of technology, which made me want to read a lot of books (reviews to come in future posts), use some choice words and crave choice and not-so-choice chocolate (“I’m so rumbly in my tumbly.”), to get me through. Winnie the Pooh helped too…not the first time (even though Mr Pooh will get this post banned in China, cause Xi Jinping, China’s Prez for Life, if has his way, doesn’t like it when folks on the internet compare him to Winnie…come on, take it as a compliment, chill out).

Agatha Christie allegedly said, “I know there’s a proverb which that says ‘To err is human,’ but a human error is nothing to what a computer can do if it tries.” Oh Aggie, you got that right, it’s a mystery how we survived without them, but I feel stuck with technology and sometimes long for those days.

“Think, think, think.” With 4 agents telling me my computer probably couldn’t be fixed, it was catastrophically broken, I used Pooh’s wisdom again and thought, thought, thought and guess what, I fixed it myself… that more Winnie wisdom, “You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” works too. I also fixed my son’s Nintendo 3DS. I am on a roll. My patience was rewarded, “Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

Depeche Mode also joined the chorus in my head, “Things get damaged. Things get broken. I thought we’d manage…”. We can manage, if it’s only things that get broken, not people. Maybe my household issues drew me to Broken, an Indie British film starring Tim Roth (acting calm, who knew?) and a fresh, intriguing young actress, Eloise Laurence, in a sobering tale of ethical and psychological development of youth as they transition to adulthood how lies, lies, lies can destroy lives, lives, lives

Aldous Huxley felt that “Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards.” Has it, or were we always a little in reverse and just thought we’re moving ahead? Or will Daylight Savings Time just confuse us again?

I fully realize these are First World Problems…I guess I’m feeling a little lost in this great big world, but A.A. Milne and even, gasp, Disney had something for me (and Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Kanga, Roo, Owl, Christopher Robin, Rabbit, and even Eeyore) too, “I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.”.

“I wonder how many wishes a star can give.” So star light, star bright, I wish there was more kindness, compassion, and careful curiosity…I wish we could all discuss and even disagree without disrespect…I wish people cared as much for each other as things…I wish I could keep a more constant blogging schedule…and I wish for more hunny and cake (

Posted in Doctor Who, Fibromyalgia, kindness, social media

Like Breath on a Mirror stays, brief, a stray thought, a ghost, like breath on a mirror, lingering, but soon gone. Yet I can’t stop my mind from going to the same thought. My mind keeps wondering, pondering, wandering, wanting, needing to know, is it true, in Doctor Who, “The Time of the Doctor” as The Doctor regenerates from Matt Smith to Peter Capaldi (oh, the cruelty of that bow tie falling when I was still getting over David Tennant – more chocolate please!)…is everything you are gone, like breath on a mirror? Do we all change so much, different people throughout our lives, or deep down, do we, at our core remain the same?

I’ve been away from blogging and been heavily indulging…in a little self-improvement (a long way to go, but who doesn’t like a project?). know the truth, so why do I still get dismayed, disheartened, discouraged, disappointed? Why do I get frustrated when things don’t work the way they should? know life isn’t fair…or do I? Deep down, am I the same little girl who believed that life could be fair, good, right? Will I ever learn or do I want to? I’ve had a rough few weeks, blah blah blah Fibromyalgia other dramas, I won’t bore you, the world has had it rougher than me; watched The X-Files (made things a little better) Season 11 Episode 7 “Rm9sbG93ZXJz”– captivated and horrified, as Chris Carter intended; AI (Artificial Intelligence), alleged “Smart” technology ran amok, learning from our online behavior (oh nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!). lines from Jurassic Parkkeep scratching at my brain, Dr. Alan Grant/Sam Niall, “The world has just changed so radically, and we’re all running to catch up.”

and Dr. Ian Malcolm/Jeff Goldblum, “…so preoccupied with whether they could that they didn’t stop to think if they should.”. AI is fallible, maybe we shouldn’t be putting all our electronic or Easter or dinosaur eggs in one basket.

X-Files asked this week if we were teaching our children well (we need more CSNY Crosby/Stills/Nash and Young). We tell our children to be: honest, kind, caring, loving, hopeful, empathetic, compassionate…but what about our actions? They should do as we say, not as we do; the survivors of the mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas high school in Parkland, Florida certainly are. These brave children learned life isn’t fair, but also, people are fallible, those in authority are fallible – you need many voices, being heard, to make a positive (in this case long overdue) change. Their, our, rights should matter just as much, if not more, than those of gun manufacturers. Having a gun can’t possibly be as important as having a life. Simple logic. should feed their dreams, the ones they pick, be happy, as long as it doesn’t hurt others. Times change and so must we, as long as we remember everyone we were.

So as I drive along the information superhighway, on the road I’ll try to remember the story of “Tay” on Twitter (seriously, look it up) and have a code to try to live by, adding good things to social media… because what happens on the internet is not like breath on a mirror, it will stay, etched in the glass of our lives for as long as the internet breathes.

Posted in Blogs, Chocolate

After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day“Never put off
till tomorrow
what you can
do day after
just as well.”
-Mark Twain’m a pro at procrastination, no amateur stuff for me. I wish I could stop procrastinating, but I keep postponing it. do it when blogging, postponing writing posts – I tell myself it’s a lack of energy, lack of time, lack of ideas – I wish those were truths, but like most cases of procrastination, my real issue, fear. If I delay doing something, it can’t fail.

My procrastination is getting worse, becoming a chronic condition. it the amount of choices? Time inconsistency? Self-censorship? Constant interruptions? Laziness? Lack of focus? all put off doing things, but when does it move to acting against your best interests, your better judgement, when does procrastination take over your common sense?

What if I’m not even a pro procrastinator, but just an amateur stresstinator? way, I need to get out of my head, out of my own way, so I ignored the Scarlett O’Hara voice in my head, telling me to think about it tomorrow (after all, tomorrow is another day)… fiddle-dee-dee, I called/emailed/talked to who I needed (note I did not use the word “wanted”) to contact, and even wrote this post; giggling (mostly in my head), thinking of Carol Burnett’s “Went With The Wind”.

The cure for procrastination? I want to say chocolate (I know who my date is for Valentine’s Day)… thinking aside, it’s a mystery to me – I’ll push through the Crapathy – try for more: courage, conviction, and compassion in mind, some things are better when we wait for them.

Posted in social media, Televison

Death By Demographics“You don’t stop
laughing when
you grow old,
you grow old
when you stop
– George

There isn’t as much laughter as there used to be,
no, I’m completely wrong, there’s just as much, if not more laughter, it just seems less jovial, less fun, more jeering, sneering, mocking; less of a tonic, more of a poison.
We’re in the middle of a Civil War, without the cool uniforms, just about as many guns, more antibiotics and opioids, but with the same unfortunate emphasis on uncivil. don’t think this will change anytime soon. But in the whimsical winsome wisdom of the surprisingly philosophical show, Blossom:
“Don’t know about the future, that’s anybody’s guess
Ain’t no good reason for getting all depressed
Buy up your pad and pencil, I’ll give you a piece of my mind
In my opinionation, the sun is gonna surely shine”
(make sure you have sunglasses).“Opinionation” is right on – nations fueled by opinion and connected by the internet. Many feel out of control (without even the illusion of control), and have inaccurately begun to believe our opinions are truth, that feelings are facts while desperately trying to process more information in a day than we used to get in 10 years…is it any wonder we’re clinging to numbers, theories, gossip, polls, conjunction, speculation, sensationalism. song, “Murder by Numbers” by The Police keeps popping into my head; or Suicide By Numbers, we’re letting demographics kill our sense of self and poor common sense on a slab somewhere, waiting for the autopsy. characteristics of human populations, such as age or income, could be used to find out who needs shelter, food, medical attention, instead it’s used mostly to identify markets to sell sell sell (did I mention to sell?). It adds to the distraction and the ‘us versus them’ mentality that is tearing us apart. By Demographics  is also the title of the final episode of Murder She Wrote, not unironically was cancelled in 1996, due in part to demographics and Angela Lansbury’s boredom after 12 years of playing Jessica Fletcher, either the smartest woman ever or a serial killer who pins crimes on others. was a time of strange, supernatural, and youth: Friends (How you doin’?), The X-Files (The Truth Is Out There?, 7th Heaven, The Unabomber was captured, so many were doing the Macarena (and badly), there were heroes and zeroes, Independence Day, Spice Girls (oh no, now I’m humming “Wannabe”), 3rd Rock From The Sun, Tupac died (or did he?), ER, talking about the Superbowl (so much has changed…), Tickle Me Elmo – good thing Fifty Shades (ummm, Happy Valentine’s Day???) wasn’t out then, folks would have lined up to buy Tie Me Up and Tickle Me Elmo , Seinfeld (What is the deal with that?)… feed our fear and anger. Our fear of missing out (FOMO, and our fear/anger of not getting enough or what we “deserve”. media is the master class of demographics, people mindlessly drooling over videos, pictures, stories –  a viral version of gossip and tabloids, oozing out of your laptop, tablet, desktop, and/or phone. are definitely the ruling class. The nobles send out the knights to hack our brains, find out what scares us, what tempts us and there it is, ready to by. blogging has become all about the numbers, instead of connection. are important, but letting them dictate who we are, what we are, what we do, you have to show some caution. Choices should be made with information, knowledge, facts…anyone remember those? I’m just looking for answers where there are more questions, I shouldn’t blame numbers, they’re just hanging around, building the universe, what we do with them isn’t their fault; maybe they could even help us remember we’re all in this life together. We’re all in this life together (oops, there goes my Groundhog Day again So stay warm, eat some pancakes, find out how many weeks of winter are left, love, and keep laughing, but not at each other.

Posted in New Year

Lessons Learned love new things:
New clothes,
new cars,
new houses,
new furniture,
new phones,
new years,
new friends,
new babies (that seems redundant, they can’t be old babies).
“New” gives us illusions of hope,
a new beginning…there can’t be an old beginning, it’s all new.

I used to make New Year’s Resolutions about: losing weight, learning something different, appreciating others more, working harder, exercising more, etc., you know, the usual, but it rarely worked. Why?

1. Goals should be specific.
‘Lose weight’ is too vague, I’m probably losing weight while typing this, but I’ve made certain promises to chocolate and I always keep my word…small, specific, and significant steps (more later).

2. Write it down! Or make a visual representation of what you what to happen – pictures out of magazines or books (not the ones from the library), the internet, or if you have the ability, draw your goals yourself. Don’t forget, visit your goals often, revise them if necessary, re-imagine, and see where you want to be.

3. Watch out for ironic or self-defeating.
You know, trying to do a digital detox with an app on your smartphone (huh?).
Starting your diet by eating all the junk food in your house to avoid future temptations.
In a sense, common sense is the only sense that makes sense.

4. Prioritize.
One goal at a time. Reaching for all your goals at once puts all out of reach. Whether you start with the easiest or hardest, choose one, then move on to the next.

5. Don’t try for weird resolutions, like become rich and famous, it’s too broad and if you get it, you might not like it. Being broke and obscure doesn’t make you less, unless you let it. Celebrate yourself.

 6. New isn’t always better.
New shoes can pinch and cause blisters.
New movies often don’t live up to classics.
Babies keep you awake at night.
New cars smell and get recalled (if they don’t turn into a blazing inferno first).
New friends can’t relive good times with you, like family or old friends can…
Old isn’t always bad.
Make sure you’re not changing good things or fixing something that isn’t broken.
Maybe you don’t need fixing, maybe a few tweaks here and there will do the trick.

7. Be kind.
It’s easy to find fault, place blame, easy to get cranky and rude with ludicrous or ignorant people, easy to argue, fuss, and fight, but where does it get you?
Why swim in snark infested waters when you can float (they all float)…
Wouldn’t you rather lift someone up than knock them down (it’s better exercise too).
Why break a heart when you can heal it?

My resolutions? Don’t worry (it’s passive and gives us excuses not to do!!!). As I say goodbye to another birthday another year, my New Year’s Resolutions are simple: Do my best and enjoy; I tried it last year and so far, I like the results

Happy New Year! Wishing everyone a wonder-filled 2018 ! I’ll go back to wondering if it’s ever going to warm up!

Posted in Uncategorized

Twice Upon A Christmas Carol had too much to dream last night…again.
I feel like I’m suffering from a dream hangover.
I woke from my confusing, at times, exhilarating Dickens’ A Christmas Carol -like dream (with Muppets), and again, filled with revelations. I was visited once again by Donald Trump who told me 3 others (the best 3 others) would visit that night. It was terrifying, he still wore the chains of greed, intolerance, and suffering he’d forged link by link…it seemed like there was more of the hairspray than grave about him.

When Colin Firth showed up as my Ghost of Christmas Past in the white shirt from Pride and Prejudice (you know the one, ladies), I thought, bring it on, this dream just got X-tra special. He reminded me that all things past are actually always still with us… Ghost of Christmas Present (what a gift) turned out to be my own insecurities, about: writing, parenting, weight (with all that weight I fear I may have lost my sense of humour…), and blogging mostly because WordPress gave me a gift for my blog anniversary/Christmas – less than half of you who asked for notifications to my posts are getting them and I’m not receiving a lot of yours either – oops; “Likes” aren’t staying Liked; and they ‘Unfollowed’ a bunch of you that I Follow – I think I have you all back, I hope. Don’t take anything personally and please, look out for my posts on social media –
Where I’m a complete twit:
Where I’m endlessly baffled by humanity:
The desert where I wander:
I am here!
I am here!
I am here! Christmas songs play everywhere but we need more Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron by The Royal Guardsman. Peace on Earth, goodwill, and about how even the worst of enemies can put aside their differences, if only for a little while…we sure need more of that.

2. Even on a crummy morning a gingerbread man still makes his bed with cookie sheets.

3. Christmas is about giving. Though broke and obscure I still believe in giving to others and weirdly, sometimes you get stuff back.

4. Not waiting in line for some guy in a red suit to make me promises, I’ll make some to myself and try to keep them.

My Ghost of Christmas Future was Norman Reedus, well, actually Daryl Dixon, (because it’s my dream and it gets better, he’s holding a cat reminding us to Shop Cruelty Free goes for people as well, cruelty-free)…and he showed me…

5. Christmas could be a little late this year, instead of making toys, Santa and the elves are already lined up to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi (I haven’t seen it, but I’m guessing it has to do with a Jedi).

6.  The Christmas feeling could be there, even without the gifts, the lights, the decorations, chocolate (this one is iffy), turkey and toys, even without the Christmas.

7. Ordinary rules of time and space don’t apply to Santa or The Doctor (Doctor Who Twice Upon A Time I’m not ready for Peter Capaldi to go and I’m still missing David Tennant), but they do apply to us, we only have so much time in this world.

Happiness and success can be measured by the joy and comfort we bring to others. Remember the good times, the fun times, the laughter, the kindness, the little moments.

If you don’t see me around here for a bit, I’ve checked myself into Clementine rehab (I can quit anytime I want)  – one day at a ‘clementime’.

Merry Christmas to all and sweet dreams!

Posted in Cats, Chocolate, Christmas, Star Wars

These Still Aren’t The Gifts You’re Looking For the week before Christmas
(almost two till my birthday)…

When all through the blogosphere…
not a blogger was stirring…
ok, some are stirring, but mostly cocktails…

Yet posts were still flying out with hopes that readers might give them a shout!

Christmas isn’t the most wonderful time of the year for bloggers, readers and many bloggers are off prepping for the big day, partying, waiting in line for Star Wars: The Last Jedi, and of course, searching for “the” perfect gifts.

Here are some, er, helpful (?) last-minute gift ideas for those “hard-to-buy-for” folks:

1. O Christmas tree! As a cautionary note, unlike in the movies, apparently it’s ‘frowned upon’, some might call it “illegal” to just randomly cut trees down. So you can find a home for a puppy or kitten, but not a poor little tree? That seems wrong.

2. Draw happy faces on all their socks/nylons/underwear so they’ll feel happy as they start each day. Or you could sneak into their home (or room) and draw a happy face on their wall or mirror in red lipstick or paint. It’ll be a fun surprise, not at all creepy.

3. Fix something (people love when things get fixed). TV, car, fridge, cellphone, alarm system, computer, election, appliances, sewing machine, etc. Even if nothing was broken (but might be after your “help”), it’s the thought that counts.

4. Donate to a cause in their name or better yet, start a foundation in their name; I’m sure it won’t affect their taxes…much.

5. Sing them a song (only if your voice doesn’t resemble fingernails on a chalkboard, mastodons dying in a tar pit, Bridget Jones singing, or my Mom singing – love you, please don’t sing).
6. Indie books. Mass-produced can be good, but a steady diet can leave you feeling flat. Best thing about indie, less cookie cutter, same goes for everything. Any indie authors reading this, please add links in the comment box below where your work can be found (heck, it’s Christmas, anyone add links).

7. Food clothing! Taco ties, socks, and hats. Also available in: lasagna, kung pao, pizza, chocolate, wine, beer, hamburger, and curry flavours. Hungry? Bored? Clothes never tasted so good!

8. Make a natural, organic, and very, very personal sculpture, coat, hat, scarf, or quilt out of your hair and nail clippings – free range fun?

9. Lint kittens and puppies! They’re back, furry fun fresh from your dryer! Easy to keep – no walks, no food, no  poop (unless you count dustballs). Soft and cuddly, unless exposed to water.

 10. Honesty – those who receive this present may not appreciate it at first, but it might be the best gift they ever receive…someday.

So, these probably aren’t the gifts you’re looking for (except the indie books), so just remember, don’t sweat gift-giving, the best gift of all is still…you!

Happy Holidays to you and yours!

All the best in 2018!