Thursday, April 30, 2009

Is it Thursday?

My feet itch. There's absolutely NO logical reason why an allergic reaction to medication should make my feet swell up and itch like i wandered through poison ivy recently. But I'm home today, my windows are open and it smells like rain outside: a welcome change from months of hermetically sealed windows and constant snow.

Almost makes me ok with living in Minnesota. Almost.

My plan today is to work on the novel some, start a short story I thought up last night (need a 750 word super-shortie for a contest I want to enter) and get Pensword up and running again. Ambitious, no? I wasn't feeling well for a couple of weeks due to my utterly embarrassing health issue, but the depression brought on by inabilty to do a lot is waning and I'm rather perky about changing my situation again. Part of me just wants to write, part of me still wants to get my PhD in Classics/Archaeology so I can get paid to research my passion and keep writing as a pleasing hobby instead of "work".

There have been many times in my life I've wished I had that sort of narrow focus on only one or two interests so I didn't have to divide time amongst them. Today is one of those days.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Random Bits

This week has been utterly surreal. Have a rather minor health issue that resulted in a doctor-insisted diet of clear liquid for four days. I'm on day 2 and I'M STARVING!!

Pros: Lost 7lbs in 2 days. No other pro I can think of. Cons: hungry; unpleasant side effects; bellydance is completely exhausing; going out to dinner with old friends we haven't seen for years is uncomfortable when all I could eat was cranberry juice. Two more days...two more days...

This week (with the insidious help of Facebook) has been the week of ghosts resurfacing. Wow. An old friend from high school (I didn't keep in touch with anyone from high school over the years) found me on FB, even with my married name. I haven't posted my maiden name, as I wasn't close to many in high school and don't really care what's going on in their lives now, however this girl was one I regretted losing touch with when she left college. Ten years later...good god, it's been ten years...she tracks me down after apparently getting my married name from my Mom a couple of years ago. Weird, in a most excellent way.

So I've spent some time today sifting through memories in the brainpan, some good, some not so much. I don't wish I could go back and do things over, so I guess that means I don't have too many regrets, and that's something.

Monday, March 30, 2009

I Know a Few of These

http://www.examiner.com/x-2593-Modern-Love-Examiner~y2009m3d28-The-toxic-witch-wears-two-faces-in-life-and-in-love-but-here-is-how-you-can-spot-and-avoid-her

The subject of this article, the Toxic Witch, is ever so reminiscent of a few unnamed women at Fest. Renaissance Festival is one of the most accepting places for people of all backgrounds to hang out together: that accepting attitude unfortunately seems to be a magnet for the unstable of both sexes. Occasionally the visibly "issued" will show up: men looking for girlfriends in the WAY too young age category, ex-girlfriends who follow around their former lovers and hang outside their booths making everyone uncomfortable...

But the worst are the women who purposly befriend couples only to attempt to break them up later. The ones who try to get in the man's pants while he's drunk at the bar after hours only to tell the S.O. all about it the next day, or spread insidious rumors to anyone who will listen. These women are so pathetic, they do it just to see if they have the power to create drama and trouble between a couple. Many a man has been on the receiving end of these rumors, and quite a few relationships weren't strong enough to withstand their efforts.

Fest is just like high-school: rumors fly like mad and gossip provides entertainment on the hot days. Befriending one of these women only brings out the pain-in-the-ass factor, and unfortunately it can take a little while to get the TW radar working properly to avoid trouble. But it does start working eventually, and just like any other bully in life: the more you ignore one of these raging bitches, the sooner they go away.