Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned – and it was really bad this time

August 31, 2015September 1, 2015 / animar64 / 7 Comments

We lost power on Saturday.

This freak windstorm blew through out state- which is also on fire – so over the weekend I did a lot reading and other non-electricity related activities.

And then I did something I am not proud of.

I used my laptop, which was fully charged, to charge my phone. That’s right. I allowed my phone to drain the life from the thing which actually serves a purpose in my life.

You read that right. Instead of using the my laptop, which is where I do all of my writing to actually write, I used it to charged my phone.

I even have a Freedom Pop mobile hotspot with a fully charged battery too and I could have written and blogged on line for a good eight hours total which would have been plenty of time for the two days we had no power.

Instead, I drained the life from my laptop to feed my freaking phone which I only used to goof off on facebook and take pictures of my dog and cats who seemed to enjoy the storm. I also used it to call and bitch with my friends who had no power too, and I only did that when I remembered to turn the ringer on so I could hear calls come through.

And did I mention I used my phone to play a Halloween Game that’s sort of like Tetris and Hangman?

I did a lot of that.

God.

I feel so unclean.

I figure my laptop is going to do something freaky, like it will develop some kind of Virus that will wipe out the Internet As We Know It and I’ll go down in history as the woman who killed the Interwebs and brought down civilization and sent us straight back to the Land of Dos

There’s a price to be paid for what I did.

I just know it.

Chatty Cathy Strikes Again

August 30, 2015January 5, 2017 / animar64 / Leave a comment

DAILY PROMPT

Middle Seat

It turns out that your neighbor on the plane/bus/train (or the person sitting at the next table at the coffee shop) is a very, very chatty tourist. Do you try to switch seats, go for a non-committal brief small talk, or make this person your new best friend?

When I travel I am that chatty person we’re supposed to nail in this prompt.

I can’t help myself.

I love to talk to people.

I’ll be on a plane or standing in line somewhere and I’ll open up my mouth to toss a peanut in or something and all of a sudden these words just pour out of my mouth and the person next to me is going to get an earful about something totally random and useless and they will never ever get back that time I’m taking from them.

I never say anything profound or witty. I’m not enchanting, or enticing. God knows I’m not a wordsmith who can turn clever phrases.

I’ve fallen out of trees and almost went through a windshield. In other words, I’ve taken a few to the head.

I talk to people because I like people and I like to talk. And most of the time I learn some interesting stories ( where people are going, why they’re going there and what it’s like at home. )

Every once and awhile I will run into someone who wants to be left alone.

And I do leave them alone. I’m always curious about those people though because for the most part people do like to talk about themselves.

And then there are the people who I just know are like traffic accidents on the side of the road…you shouldn’t look, you don’t want to look but you do and then you sail into the rear end of the car in front of you.

I met a woman once who wrote poetry and it was about herself. She showed it too me. She carried around this expensive leather journal with her name stamped on it in gold.

As I started to read I thought, “Oh my God. It was like she made a mirror out of words.”

She wrote about her hair, her boobs, her grim dim world. Her lovers ( which surprised me, at this point I didn’t think she had room for anyone else in her relationship with herself )It was all hand written in this spidery script and she doodled in the margins.

She shared this with me on a long train ride and all I wanted to do after I read that stuff was to pull my eyes out of my head because I don’t know much about poetry but she made me feel like she had just assaulted my brain with that stuff and that can’t be good writing.

But hey, she was willing to share so I did read it and instead of telling her what I really thought, I just asked questions about the poetry writing experience.

So sometimes, sure, I pay for my chatty cathy ways.

But if I didn’t talk to people what would be the point in ever leaving my house?

The world is full of interesting stories and I want to hear as many of them as I can.

Isn’t that the point in living?

You Never Learn, Do You?

August 29, 2015September 1, 2015 / animar64 / Leave a comment

DAILY PROMPT

Decisions, Decisions

How are you more likely to make an important decision — by reasoning through it, or by going with your gut?

I would like to think that when I make decisions I use my head.

I don’t have a bad brain. For the most part it serves me well and I hardly ever get bored so it keeps me amused most of the time.

So for the most part I try to go by my head AND heart at the same time.

For balance.

And, you might wonder, what happens when let my heart and brain work things out together?

Simple answer: without fail they screw it up every single time.

What do I expect? They’re only internal organs after all- and they’re not even interesting when you pop them out of a skull or crack open a chest and pull them out.

One is a muscle and the other is a sponge.

So when I make decisions I rely on the angel and the devil that ride around on my shoulders.They mess stuff up at some pretty darn epic- no, more like Mount Everest levels. Only when they mess up their self preservation skills are pretty darn superb, so sure. I’ll ‘fess up. I go with them every single time.

I don’t over think things. Sometimes I just go with that little voice in my ear, close my eyes and go for it.