This Is Your Brain
05 May 2012 5 Comments
in Alien Thoughts and Ideas, Uncategorized
I think it’s time to start writing again because I am pretty darn sure that what I have been doing on at FB isn’t writing no matter what I told myself – like, I can get ideas there and it’s creative in a way and I don’t get to see a lot of my friends so this is a fun way to stay in touch- while I work on my writing.
But I knew that was baloney the entire time.
So why have I spent so much time over there when the cost has been so high for me? I don’t have a cell phone so I’m not connected to the collective, I don’t have anything sassy or witty to say but I must admit I like posting pictures because that is fun and some of the quips on them are funny.
ONLY
I don’t write those quips and I don’t take the pictures and the writer in me stands over my shoulder when I spend time on FB telling someone else’s story and she says:
“Anita Marie…what the Hell? Who wrote this and why are you putting their stuff out there? Oh yeah. I know why because a picture with a three word quip coming out of the mouth of a monkey riding backwards on a tricycle is Art and it must live forever and your purpose in life now is to make that happen no matter what the cost.”
And the truth is that is exactly what I have been doing.
Every day.
However, I am left every single time I have goofed off on FB, with the certainty that if we were REQUIRED to go on line and tell everyone what we thought, where we are going, who we are talking to, what we ate for dinner, where we shop, sat next to at the movies, people would be freaking out all over the place.
But we- and I am including myself in that mix in a big way -are good little sheep and no matter how we see ourselves at the end of the day- it feels to me as if someone is tugging on our leash and we are obediently responding to that gesture.
We are listening ,we are telling the same stories in the same voice
together.
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06 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
Do you know that it seems like the only time anyone pays attention to NASA or Science in general is when a stupid Sci-Fi movie based on a computer game comes out and then they it only gets attention if the chick in the Co-Starring ( and like it or not, women do not Star in Sci-Fi movies because if there is a robot or a bug or a giant monster or a ginormous space ship involved I don’t care if she is listed as the Star she is NOT ) role is hot.
And she will not be in that movie unless the words ‘smoking’ come before hot when people talk about it.
So, here is a press release from NASA- its relevant so pay attention:
COLBERT VIDEO
Colbert Advocates NASA Space Station Research
HAMPTON, Va. — Stephen Colbert, host of the nightly ‘The Colbert Report,’ said in a new NASA public service announcement released today that he’s always been a huge fan of space.
The talk show host tells his Colbert Nation — and the world — that he now likes space even more “because NASA is doing great things on the International Space Station (ISS).”
The completion of the ISS ushered in a new era of research and discovery in a near gravity-free environment. Research on the orbital laboratory is focused on four areas: human health and exploration; basic life and physical sciences; earth and space science; and technology development to enable future exploration.
Colbert specifically mentions the agency’s work aboard the space station to develop new vaccines to fight infectious and deadly diseases, such as salmonella and pneumonia. As resistance toward current antibiotics becomes more common, there is an increasing need for alternative treatments.
The Comedy Central comedian has had a continuing interest in the ISS. In 2009, when NASA asked the public to help name the station’s Node 3, Colbert urged his followers to submit the name “Colbert.” The name received the most entries and astronauts continue to exercise on the most famous treadmill in the world, the Combined Operational Load-Bearing External Resistance Treadmill or COLBERT, in the station’s Tranquility module.
Check Point
05 Feb 2012 7 Comments
- Luis and Domino
There are things in your life you can look upon and they will tell you ( if you’re listening )
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She Built A TARDIS
29 Jan 2012 2 Comments
I love this woman - she’s a great story teller, she builds things and she’s not afraid to be upstaged by a chicken.
Rock On Girl.
what me?
10 Jan 2012 2 Comments
I’m back!
And I’m writing
Okay. I’ll ’fess up.
What I am is getting ready to go to Governor Gregoire’s State of The State address so I am off in a corner working on one of my stories- and you shouldn’t read too much into the fact that I write horror stories and this one involves a demon, a haunted house and a magician.
One does not question the Muses when they strike.
Just go with it- that’s what I say.
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Christmas Cheer
24 Dec 2011 3 Comments
My Grandpa Bert used to tell me the best stories on Christmas Eve- probably that did more to influence my writing later in life and for that I am grateful.
But he always used to tell the best jokes ( which was a skill I never mastered )- but I know funny when I see it so here are some Christmas cartoons I really enjoyed and would like to share.
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who does that…?
23 Dec 2011 2 Comments
For fun, back when I was about 10 years old I wrote a Christmas story involving Santa crashing his sleigh because his reindeer caught rabies. The reindeer all died on impact and the rest of the story was about Santa having to escape the rabid demonic ghosts ( did I mention this happened over a cemetery?) of his eight reindeer .
Needless to say, Christmas was cancelled that year.
These were stories that you could write and read to the class for extra credit- and trust me I needed them because my grades were not all they should have been back then and writing essays made up a lot of lost ground for me.
My teacher called me to her desk and asked, ” Anita why do you want to ruin Christmas for your classmates?”
I refused to change my story and I was the only kid who didn’t get to read her story in front of the class. Too make it worse I had to leave the room and the teacher more or less told the class it was because the story I wrote was not appropriate.
So I went out into the hall straight into the bathroom and drew Christmas trees all over the bathroom walls- you know to make up for my terrible deed.
I would like to say I started to rage against the machine at an early age, but I didn’t- I know this because there is a Science Fiction movie coming out on Christmas Day and its about the end of the world at the hands of aliens…and not just any alien- invisible aliens.
And I think that’s awful.
Who does that?
Who makes a movie where a dog gets zapped, torn apart atom by atom by monsters from outer space and releases it on Christmas Day?
Not me- and remember I killed Santa’s Reindeer for a Christmas story when I was 10 years old-
that’s something to think about.
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And A Very Merry Time Was Had By All
21 Dec 2011 7 Comments
- Photo: Royce Blair
When I was a kid we used to go to our Aunt Irene’s for Christmas Eve.
Aunt Irene was my Grandpa Bert’s sister and she was great- she dressed like a lady from the magazines ( she always wore a single strand of pearls when she dressed up ) she was a fantastic gourmet cook, she and my Grandpa taught me to love Mozart and her house was full of the most beautiful antiques.
But what I really loved was sitting her in kitchen and watching her cook in her fancy clothes and heels and an apron just like the women on TV did- actually she is the ONLY person I know that ever looked like that when she worked in the kitchen.
One of my Aunt Irene’s specialties were her Bourbon Balls- one year I asked if I could try one and she let me. I took a bite chewed it and swallowed.
“What do you think.” she said…note she did not ask.
” I think it tastes like Cat Pee.”
My Aunt didn’t ask me how I came to make that particular comparison.
” Good. Don’t forgot that- ever.”
I didn’t to this day and to this day I still think of Bourbon as Cat Pee.
So shortly after that, I could not figure out why the adults in my family would practically shove each other down the stairs to get to the little table with the silver tray piled high with those little balls coated with powdered sugar.
One year we got to Aunt Irene’s early and she was in the middle of making her Bourbon Balls and I asked if the cat was done could I play with it and she laughed and my Grandpa Bert asked what was so funny and Aunt Irene told him never mind.
The door bell rang- well chimed and she went to answer the door and when she was out of the kitchen my Grandpa poured the bottled cat pee into the bowl.
” Why are you doing that?” I asked wondering why you add more of that foul stuff to anything.
“Because she’s my sister and I can. ”
He then took a drink straight from the bottle, put the lid back on and left the kitchen with a little bounce to his step.
Almost right after he left the room my Aunt Sharon showed up with a couple of her cousins and one of them asked me, ” Have you seen Mother?”
I told them no.
” Good. “
Aunt Sharon took the bottle and- I couldn’t watch- she poured more of that foul stuff into the bowl and they all took a drink and one of them reminded me nobody liked a snitch and I pointed out that I was no snitch and if anyone asked- I drank the stuff from the bottle.
” No. Don’t say that.”
” It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
” She’s going to say it you know. She’s going to go out there and tell everyone we let her drink Bourbon. You know what she’s like.”
” Yeah. That’s what I’ll say.”
” What are you going to say. ” My Aunt Irene asked as my Aunt and her cousins hot footed it out of the kitchen.
” Oh Nothing.”
Aunt Irene finished making her candy, she piled it on the tray and took it out to the living room and I watched as my Dad, his cousins and my Grandparents swarmed the table- and started to wolf down the candy.
I decided that those candies could not be as awful as I remembered them- after all look how everyone was loving them.
So, I grabbed one and ate it and having no place to spit it out kept chewing until it was all gone.
I followed my Aunt back to the kitchen and she looked at the bourbon bottle curiously.
“ Oh heavens, I didn’t use that much did I?” she asked. ” Anita did you see anybody dri-”
That’s when I hiccupped and the smell of bourbon flooded the room.
Merry Christmas.
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Guess
20 Dec 2011 4 Comments
Guess what I haven’t done yet?
That’s right.
I still haven’t started my Christmas shopping yet.
I’m going to wait until the last minute so that the stress makes me light-headed and the Mojitos I intended to throw back will hit me like a freight train running out of control down the side of mountain that is collapsing because it’s just been hit by one of those ginormous asteroids that killed off the dinosaurs.
Ho Ho Ho
and
Merry Christmas
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