New Favorites

New Year, New President, New Faves, right? These aren't necessarily NEW, they are just new to me, and newly favorited by moi:

This song: Bruises by Chairlift

This TV Show (since ABC cancelled "Pushing Daisies, those bastards! Whatever happened to an appreciation of whimsy?): The Biggest Loser

This piece of technology: The Kindle

These blogs: Dear Old Love and Neatorama

This Game: Peggle -- Careful! It's addicting!

This Movie: Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day

More Faves to Follow, as they make the cut!

Hope

Congratulations, Mr. President

Novel Pursuits

I have always wanted to write a novel. From the time I was a little girl, I've dreamed of having a book with my name on the cover "FOR SALE". To that end, I have started several "novels", but they never really got off the ground. Lately, I have decided that if poorly written books about sparkly, celibate vampires can become an absolute phenomenon, I have a chance. (SIDEBAR: Okay, okay, good for her, right? She took a chance and it paid off. Some of it she got right: vampires are traditionally very good looking, and the sparkle has its place as well, although traditional vampire legend calls it a "glamour", but really? Celibate vampires? Vampires are perhaps the most erotic mythical creature; the very name is practically synonymous with sensuality... I think that's where she lost me. That, or somewhere around the baseball game... NON SEQUITUR: Random comment along the same vampire vein (ha! no pun intended), I recently read a book called The Historian for my book club. It is essentially a history/travelogue of the Eastern Bloc countries during the Cold War masquerading as a re-telling of the Dracula legend. Although, in this version, Dracula has nothing more nefarious in mind than finding a scholar to catalogue his "evil Library"...642 pages, y'all... I have decided that a vampire story is NOT the way to go. Although, I haven't entirely ruled out the idea of writing a bodice-ripper under a nom de plume, just because I can...) So, while I wasn't blogging, I was engaged in other creative outlets, and it was relatively productive. I wrote a couple new poems, re-wrote a couple old ones, and started a few more. Plus, I started a "story"; I sort of refuse to call it anything else for fear of jinxing myself. So, right now, it is in the infant-est of infant stages, but I like the premise, and I like the idea that I've started. Who knows where it will go from here?

Murder, She Heard

As I blogged in September, I was working on moving into a new apartment, and hoping I could do it all with my schedule, blah, blah, blah. I did get it done, and I got moved. Unfortunately, I hated it from the beginning. I kind of felt like it was a mistake, and that I should've backed out when I had the chance. But, I figured I would get over it, and things would get better. They didn't. In fact, they got much, much worse...
I had been in the apartment for only about 5 weeks when a guy was stabbed. TO death. 10 feet from my bedroom window! Um, yeah... I heard the "altercation". I had a minor (okay, major) freak out, and left. I have been staying with my parents since before Thanksgiving, and am now officially staying here for the foreseeable future. The reason? When I tried to talk to my landlord about the fact that someone was stabbed right outside my window, and wanted some way to get out of my lease due to unsafe conditions, they tried to evict me! Bastards, right? So, I had 3 days to leave my apartment, or I was going to be formally evicted. I got out, all my stuff is in a hastily rented storage unit, and I am more or less homeless.
I have learned two things: 1) I need to trust my instincts, and 2) the west side is the Danger Zone... And, if anyone knows of an apartment to rent, or a condo to buy, I'm all ears...

Resolu-won't

I did not make any resolutions this past January 1st, nor do I have any intention of doing so. Frankly, 2008 kind of sucked, and I've had some crap things to work through, so really, I just want 2009 to better. I will make a continual effort to be a good person, and to do my best every day, but I'm not calling it a resolution. And I feel okay about it.

Blog Fail

I think it safe to say that I have super-sucked on the blogging thing the last few months. That makes me feel bad, not because I'm sure that I have legions of devoted readers, but because I feel like if I am going to take up a share of the internets, I have a responsibility to keep up with it, right? So, I'm owning up to my blog fail, and I'm going to attempt to make amends....

Blah

I haven't really felt like blogging... Serotonin is a tricksy thing, precious.