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.