Behind the barn

Much to my chagrin, I have no pictures on my blog.

Ohh! Goody Two Shoes just started playing on my ipod! Whee!!

Anyhow, I have a computer at my house, a sweet and gentle granite colored Mac, who desperately needs to be taken out behind the barn and put down. She is about 6 years old, is extremely tired and needs a Hoveround to get me on the "intertent". This little lady can remember EVERYTHING, but can't fathom the idea of posting a blog entry. So, in order for me to publish my blog, I have to either write while at work (scandalous!) on a computer that has no problem publishing my meager blog entries, or I have to write everything on my sweet, old lady Mac at home, send it to my work email, download it and publish it from work.

I have asked for a new computer for Christmas. Then again I have also asked for a day at the spa, a plane ticket to go see my brother, a huge gift certificate to Sephora, a bio-drum continuous use composter and a horse. I'll let you know what lands under the tree.

For now, my dears, it's just my words that will have to keep you coming back.

Squishing through the synapses

My brain is a funny thing. I lived in L.A. for about two years and up until my last visit, I could have found my way around the city in a cyclone with one eye missing and a Trader Joe's bag over my head. This last trip, I felt like I had landed on a different planet and none of the Martians looked familliar. More than once during my stay, I asked my friend Mark (a local) about brand new buildings that apparently been there for decades. Maybe they hid behind a fire hydrant every time I drove around the corner on my way to work at 20/20 Video on Sunset, because I was positive I'd never seen them while I lived there.

I flatly refuse to buy into the well digested idea that your brain gets fuzzy as you age. At this decade in my life, I am breezing through numbers and equations like a MENSA madwoman. Previously in my life, facing these same eqations and number problems would not only stun my brain, but make me desire intensive therapy. True trauma. Now, I enjoy these brain challenges and I subscribe to a few different puzzle magazines that light up my mailbox, and my life, every other month.

So I can't remember the gigantic blue and green building in West Hollywood that was built ten or fifteen years ago. Who cares? It will be there, it's not going anywhere, and everytime I go to L.A., it'll be new and exciting and I'll re-discover all the new places I've been to a million times.

God bless my squishy grey matter.

SBQC

I stick my home made flag into this chunk of non-solid ground in cyber space and claim it as mine!

Being the Supreme Benevolent Queen Czar of my personal universal, I am looking forward to ruling all that I see. But for now, I need to go to bed so I can wake up, rock my Turbo Jam and go to work at 9a.m. to look at Excel spreadsheets, and an antiquated Sidekick 98 car schedule file.

But I will wear my crown all day at the office.