The Occasional Downstroke of a Shutter

Monday, May 26, 2008

Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me.

So yeah. I never write on this thing. It was begun roughly two years ago, with the intent to post pictures. Sorry, but I never got the hang of it.

Main reason I don't blog here is because 90% of people who enjoy & comment my precious blogs are limited to MySpace. (Which stinks, because, while I am an addict and indulge multiple times daily, I will quickly admit that MYSPACE SUCKS!)

So... if anyone is reading this, please don't be a lurker. Leave a comment. Seriously, I just want to know if anyone even glances upon this. If you have an extra 20-30 seconds to spare, give me a quick shout just so i should know whether or not to delete this blog!

Anyway, just in case someone is here wondering things about me, I'll give you an update. I am proudly no longer a Louisvillian. I'm happy to say I'm a native and not a resident, and it's much easier to refrain from hating my hometown and wishing hellfire would rain upon it when I don't live there. From a 4 hour drive away, I actually find myself able to appreciate and reminisce happily about Louisville, Mississippi's silly quaintness and laugh at its Bible-Belt narrowness.

I still work the same job. Work from home. Of course, as soon as I got down here on the coast and became locally affiliated with my job, my boss leaves his wife and has thus far settled in Clinton, a horrid three hour drive away from where I lighted. But oh, well. I'm not bitter. Not about that, anyway. I have plenty more job-related grievances about which to fume to worry about that. In the fabulous twenty-first century, we have IM, txt msging, and Gmail. I'll be f'in FINE, thanks. Psshht.

Oh, and I make stupid mistakes constantly. I am in constant recovery from whatever way I've most recently fucked up. I feel like last weekend was the last time to fail in one particular flavor, but then again, I've sang the that-was-the-last-time blues so many times. I hate debt and credit cards and so many things from which I cannot escape. Not with these two measly salaries anyway. Sometimes I'm certain it'll never be over. Lots of things will never be over.

But I love my life. I have friends with which I laugh loudly and often. I have a sweet husband. I live a five minute walk from the beach. I have a SUH-WEET bike. I have cable with DVR. I have high-speed internet that my boss pretends to pay for, and really I wouldn't accept much less because I don't think college graduates married to high skilled laborers should struggle this much and live from paycheck to paycheck. The majority of my married college friends have bought houses. Even those that graduated 2 years after me. :(

So I'm sure it's obvious what my rant of the night is. Money sucks.

Oh yeah, I did have a good Memorial Day weekend. I went to a Unitarian Universalist church and enjoyed the concept of a church service and spirituality without the BS fairy tales of religion. I think it's the right way for me. And it gets me around other people, not the kind of people I'd normally be around. And certainly not in my house, alone looking into this wretches laptop screen. It challenged me, it massaged my terrible social skills, even though the massage hurt. I think it will be something I continue to pursue. :)

Ok, the end.

Geez, I hope SOMEBODY read this. If you did, please just comment and say "I read it" or something. I'd be so relieved!

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Lonestar State randomness

Mandy & David's Munchkins

Destroyer of worlds

Weird sky over the apartment

New friends at Willie's in Sugar Land, TX.

The evil which is the 610 loop around Houston.

The Woodlands Mall - The Woodlands, TX (duh.)

That's my Starbucks on the right, aka my crack.

I daydream of the day when I can afford fancy shit like valet parking...

Lovers loving; I daydream of that day too.

During the first quarter or so of the lunar eclipse, not that you can tell...

Sunday, January 14, 2007

My religious views, explained somewhat.

I went to church today! I read along in the B-I-B-L-E and everything. Quite peculiar for me, I know, but I want to learn more about the whole thing. I've decided I've got to dive in and know for myself what has 2.1 billion people so captivated. (Purely from an unbiased, educational standpoint, o' course.)

I'm definitely no atheist. If a deity's existence can't be proven, it can't be disproven, either.

Of course, I don't believe there definitely is a god. Not at this point in time. I believe in science, evolution, and the Big Bang. Of course, the major argument with the Big Bang, is, "Where did the 'primeval atom' which supposedly exploded to form the universe, come from?" Well, if you've ever done any research on black holes, you'll know that the continuation of time & space as we know it are almost meaningless if you get stuck in one's event horizon. And that's just one cosmological peculiarity I'm aware of. I am definitely no physicist.... there's probably more that'd fall under the category of "screws up continuity of everything as we know it."

Theists and their opponents argue that the stuff that "Big Banged" had to come from somewhere, and also that a deity who consciously created the universe had to come from somewhere as well. But these arguments are a ridiculous waste of time that'll just go on forever if we don't all realize that, at some point before this circular logic loop-dee-loop starts, there is something... be it something physical that will fall under the realm of science, or something supernatural that Stephen Hawking & friends can't explain... something that transcends our perceptions of moments passing by, of there being past, present, and future, of measurable space between objects, of the notion of objects themselves.

But the only conceivable thing there is to me, is that THAT is how time & everything must have begun... with some weird, almost impossible-to-grasp, cosmological phenomena, where the notion of origin is unnecessary, where time, mass, and distance are non sequitur.

Man, I feel smart.
Bedtime.

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