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Conscious Streaming [socs]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Co-ed is a term you don’t hear very often these days. It always seemed insulting to me, a code to treat someone dismissively. Why not call college females “students” same as we do males? Nope, it was part of our constant obsession with labels. We still have that compulsion. Different ones now, but even so, we can’t quit consigning people to boxes. Not all are bad, of course, but I prefer mine to be filled with cookies not people. Should there be a comma after cookies? I generally err on the side of fewer is better so as not to drive my readers into a punctuation coma. But if you’re a comma cop, I can concur with the concept of including one there. Whew! I could have used a second cup of coffee today, though that’s a moot point now since this will post tomorrow while I’m cocooned in my cozy bed. Hopefully my lovely readers across the pond and on the East Coast will have checked in before I see it again. Note that I generally don’t comma off starter adverbs either unless I want the reader to take a dramatic pause. It may not seem as though there’s a method to my cornucopia of madness, but I assure you nothing is coincidental.

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Location [socs]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Where the hell am I?”

That used to be a common thing I’d say in the car before GPS devices. I have no sense of direction whatsoever. It’s kind of weird too because my parents were both great with directions, especially my dad (he loved maps), and my daughters are also good. But the whole innate positioning sense of where the hell I am and what I need to do to get to where I want to be… well, that gene just completed skipped over me. Whoosh!

Actually not only in the car. I can get lost in a building just as easily. Which way to the exit / bathroom / elevator? Idk. I have to do the routine several times before it’s stuck in my brain. Other people seem to recall it after one trip. If I’m in a new location, I’ll generally choose the wrong way every time even though odds are I should be right half the time. Nope.

But luckily I have my phone now, always fully charged and ready to tell me where I parked and how to get back home from the cat food store. 😻

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Kerfuffle [socs]

This whole blog theft kerfuffle has caused an astronomical amount of disruption in our once peaceful little community. 😱

First, let’s consider the good things. What? How can there be good things? Well, how about the fact that lots of us immediately joined together in support and sympathy for each other, sharing info and strategy and trying to keep each other’s spirits up? I’d say that’s pretty great. πŸ’–

But yeah, other than that… disruption, upheaval, anger, cursing, murderous rage… okay, those last two were mostly me, but I do tend to get a bit carried away. 😑

We have people talking about passwording their blogs (which I’ve done before and is a pain in the butt), and we now have one valued writer who has shut down her three blogs due to the theft. No one has received any satisfaction from contacting Digital Ocean, the hosting provider for the thieves.

I am considering making some changes to my blog because of this stressful situation. While I do not normally post anything but the tiniest excerpts from my published (or wannabe published) fiction, I still intensely dislike the idea of this disgusting bot spider grabbing all my posts and plopping them somewhere else, even with a linkback.

But I don’t know what changes yet. I like everything the way it is, and I don’t want to change my ways due to their bad behavior. I’m trying to shrug off the mess because I want to focus on having a productive yet restful weekend, and it’s going well so far. (I am writing this late Friday night and will schedule it to post 1AM Saturday.) 🌸

If you don’t post big chunks of work you intend to publish, you should be alright except for the annoyance factor. I’ve self-published poetry that I’ve blogged and the Amazon bot found it, but they asked if it was mine and I said yes, so that was fine. I vaguely remember things called “splash” pages back in the day… your updated posts were not on that main page. It took an extra click (AN EXTRA CLICK OMG WHO HAS TIME?) to get to the blog. But we all read by feed now, or most/many of us do. I wonder if the spiders would be thwarted by a splash page?

One of y’all will know, I’m sure. πŸ™‚

Games People Play [socs]

Clean versus dirty: What type of games do you play? I’m talking on the table here, not under it, and specifically board games.

There are many risquΓ© games out there now, and several regular games have dirty or “dark” versions with references to sex, bathroom habits, drugs, drinking, and crime.

Some people love Cats Against Humanity, which is where you create nonsensical sentences out of phrases on hand. At first, this was fun, because it was different, but it soon became tiresome. After all, I’m always coming up with sentences from prompts; this isn’t something exciting. And being vulgar/violent isn’t thrilling for me either, since I can do that in a story anytime.

Then Taboo decided to meander over to the dark side. I don’t find it any more fun to try to make my team guess “Dirty Martini” than “Shirley Temple” however. This dirty Taboo should not be confused with the weird Taboo version that has words like “flibbertigibbet” in it. I like that one, but other people don’t.

Code Names has a dark version, which basically consists of 87,000 words for penis-related words. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, if it’s your cup of tea. I’ve become the designated explainer on the sexual terms. I have done a lot of research for my romance novels; it’s important to sound authentic.

I have the dark versions of Family Feud and 5 Second Rule, but they aren’t really that risquΓ©.

It seems there is no end to the number of products available to try to divert our attention from the bleak reality of our hopeless existence and the impossibly mind-bending fact that it’s hurtling to an end.

Happy Caturday! 😻

I Was Framed

I used to have a big house with lots of walls. That worked out well because I was always doing needlework pictures and I liked to frame them. Unlike a photo or flat poster, a lumpy cloth design can’t just be plopped into a ready-made frame from Target. There is a chain of DIY framing places called The Great Frame Up, and that’s where I used to go. These places are awesome, although not cheap, and have experts who help you choose mats and frames for your art. Then when the supplies are ready, you return and put everything together ~ they will help as much as you need.

But since my flurry of framing days, I’ve downsized several times and have had to get rid of lots of my pictures. I’ve kept my favorites and it makes me happy to look at them. Luckily, I’m no longer interested in doing needlework, so there won’t be sad projects languishing frameless in closets. I did attempt to restart my old hobby a few times, but this was one of the rare areas in which I have changed. I simply don’t enjoy stitchery now; it’s tedious and boring. I’d much rather read or write, or even chill and watch a movie without distraction.

Oddly, doing this particular repetitive task makes me more anxious now, not less. Used to be the opposite and zoning out with a pile of yarn was relaxing. It’s probably the internet ~ if the internet disappeared and I couldn’t keep checking it or ever think about all the news and blogs and stuff out there, I could shrink my focus down to a 14×14″ square of fabric night after night until a magical scene appeared.

But there would still remain the cost of framing.

Just Breathe [socs]

Instructions for optimal health, according to the experts. πŸ˜€

1. “Throw out this vegetable now!” Which one? You’ll have to watch a 47-hour video to discover the answer.

2. Eat like a caveman: meat, berries, nuts, roots, etc. πŸ‡

3. Remember that cavemen died at age 27, max, so don’t eat like a caveman. πŸ’€

4. Eat only one meal a day, so your liver has time to detox between feedings.

5. No, what you need to do is graze all day long like a cow, mooooooo. πŸ„

6. Speaking of, give up dairy, unless you’re a baby cow. 🍼

7. No, dairy is fine, as long as it’s nonfat.

8. Wrong! Fat is fine; sugar is the new evil.

9. Sugar and carbs, honey. You should be getting all your nutrients from the air. 🌈

10. Btw, you’re breathing all wrong. Send us money and we’ll show you why… πŸ’°

A Chewy Post [socs]

Chewbacca is the name of a Star Wars character and that’s pretty much all I know about Star Wars. I saw the first one. That’s it. But once I dreamt or hallucinated that Darth Vader was made of fire. I told people that, and they said I was nuts, and he is not made of fire. Okay. But I really did have a vision of it. There is a black car in my parking lot, a Dodge or something, with the license plate VAAADER, and that’s clever. But driving sucks and I wish I could just take a convenient bus or choo-choo train. So tired of traffic, insurance, the DMV, and parking problems. Blargh. 😜

Fourplay [socs]

Four used to be my lucky πŸ€ number when I was married because I had a husband and two daughters, which made a symmetrical family of four. But then I got divorced and naturally changed my lucky number to three, since we were now three amazing chicks 🐀🐀🐀 on our own and doing fine.

Before long however the girls found great guys to marry and now they have their own families. I can’t really say we’re a trio of chiclets these days, even if in my mind I think of us that way. It’s no longer a reality.

I do have my little soul-kitty Gatsby and we are a duo, can’t separate us, no sirree, so maybe my lucky number is two. Could very well be so. I’m always grateful for his warm comforting furry presence even if it comes with sharp claws and teeth cuz the best things in life do have a slight edge to them.

Don’t you agree? 🐱

All The Leaves Are Brown [SOCS]

Leaves 🍁 are lovely when they change color, and it used to be a fine tradition to press them in waxed paper between leaves of a book, when we found particularly pretty specimens. Now, I live in Southern California, where we don’t generally have a visible change of seasons, and I also do most of my reading electronically. But I’m not one to pine away for the past, for the most part. I’ve never been back East since I left in 1983, to witness the beautiful colors of the trees in autumn, though I wouldn’t mind going, someday.

My first thought was to write about people leaving, as in relationships, but I like to begin the SOCS with the prompt word, in its proper form, and I couldn’t come up with anything that made grammatical sense. For the regular daily prompts, I don’t always use them in their proper form, and now this inconsistency may bother me.

Or not!

I see I italicized pine because I thought I’d stuff this post with more tree words, but I forgot, and now it’s time to branch out to other endeavors and schedule this thing already. Yes, I am barking mad, thank you for asking! πŸ€ͺ

So Shall Me Me Me [SOCS]

Social is not an adjective people would apply to me. Then again, I’m not exactly antisocial either. I go to game nights and other peopley events nearly every week. I’m not a shy soul ~ I’ve done stand-up comedy. But I can’t bear huge, squashy crowds, like malls at holidays or giant indoor concerts. I hate feeling trapped up next to people… but I’m not claustrophobic because I don’t mind being in small spaces if I’m alone. In fact, I much prefer a tiny cozy room to the scary emptiness of a vast open field. And I do need a significant amount of alone/quiet time simply to “recharge” my emotional batteries. I can’t be around other people jibber jabbering night after night!

Speaking of people, I’ve believed for some time that social media has made us less social. I know that sounds contradictory, but hear me out. First, we’re buried in our phones 24/7. You hardly see anyone’s face when you’re in public. Gone are the days when you made idle conversation with someone waiting at the store or DMV or doctor’s office, etc. Why would you talk to them and interrupt whatever they’re doing on their phone?

Second, supposedly we’re all connected to so many more people now than ever before due to technology, but how many of these friends inside your phone would actually, physically help you in an emergency? Who, exactly, would you call? Yeah. I know. Me too. It’s basically down to a daughter who lives 40 miles away and another friend I had before social media and possibly a few others. But none of my twitter/blog peeps, even though we “interact” daily, would be on that list. Used to be, I made more of an effort to say hello and chat with neighbors, but why bother now? I have bloggy and twitter friends! πŸ˜‚

Third, in the olden days, what did you do when you felt alone with your odd ideas or interests? Maybe you found a kindred spirit, if you were lucky enough and looked hard enough, and then you could happily share your weirdness. Or you decided to try to acclimate to a more mainstream hobby in order to have friends. Is that so bad? Instead of finding another freak to assist you in pulling off butterfly wings, you joined a bowling league. But now in the age of social media, you don’t have to compromise and go bowling to have friends. You can stay home and hang out with a few dozen wackos in a chat group from other parts of the world who also enjoy torturing butterflies.

I don’t think that’s better! Some interests should be suppressed. Some people shouldn’t be able to find each other. God only knows what horrible things people are discussing right at this moment… whatever you may imagine, I guarantee that it’s worse.

This will be yet another one of Paula’s Unpopular Opinions. 😜