“I was the youngest pilot in Pan Am history.”

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I’m late, and I’m sorry.  I wrote a whole post, and then WordPress glitched, and the gremlins deleted every word forever.  Now my thoughts are scattered.  Carrie Fisher was like a goddess who made fun of you if you worshipped her.  My friends smirk at each other every time I mention I’m in a band.  Heh.  I can handle the truth, but I prefer to whine a bit while I do it (slowly.)  I didn’t share anything from my study of Dolly Parton because she values her privacy.  (See: nunya.)

I can tell you this:  I love her.  (This is where you act surprised, and proclaim, ditto.)  🤭 I’m saving Curb Your Enthusiasm for a time when I need it.  I love knowing it’s there.  It allows me to risk trying new stuff, even if I suspect it will result in being stapled to the floor.  (I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one.)  I’m having so much fun leveling up to 120 in Warcraft.  Yesterday I accidentally walked in the path of an elite monster two levels higher than me.

Picture it.  Sicily, 1922:  the battle of my toon’s life began.  It took an excruciatingly long time, but I survived, and the monster did not.  I’m a tank, which means if I keep my cool, I’m tough to kill.  (It’s a crapshoot.)  The reward was junk, worth like 15 silver.  (Blizzard is hilarious.)  Then, while I was standing there laughing about the insulting loot, it happened again.  The monster had a freaking sibling.  I ran away and lived to tell this tale.  It chased me for a ridic long time, though.  Blizzard.  🤭

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It is real.

M said our safe word the other day, which means freeze, you’re hurting me.  (It’s usually a case of playing too fast and loose with words, requiring a break to think about why you’re an asshole right now.)  I was out of balance.  It happens.  I zoom in on a single area and get my geek on, then neglect other things (because time has us all in a headlock.)  Whoops. I fixed it.  I had the urge to punch someone in the face earlier.  It surprised me because the trigger was someone from Sioux Falls talking shit about Sioux Falls.

First of all, what the hell?  How can you know Sioux Falls and not love it?  Who hurt you?  Of course, my inner adult insisted it was a fix-your-face-and-walk-away situation. (‘Sup, Midwesterners? ✌🏽)  But I’m still a little irked.  I’m pretty sure there’s a law that states if you insult Sioux Falls as an insider, it best be funny, yo.  Breaking it all willy nilly might get you face-punched by a local.  (We all have failed-at-adulting days.) What?

Issa Rae was on The Read TV show on Friday.  Is it ist for me to say she’s breathtakingly beautiful?  I’m putting an Issa Rae not-in-the-same-room restraining order on myself because there’s no way I could be in her presence without staring and not blinking (until someone tells me to snap out of it.)  Heh.  So anyway, she’s fabulous.  I also enjoyed the four wardrobe changes in a single episode — logistics flex, alone.  🤭 I’m off to watch it again (and feel incredibly proud of other people’s kids.)  💜✌🏽

“Who’s Justice Beaver?”

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Amelia B

I finally made it to my dental appointment.  It took a while for me to grok the victory.  But once I did, I was no longer stapled to the floor from massive energy depletion.  It’s embarrassing how quickly I felt better by merely adjusting my perspective.  Now I have to acknowledge how much shit I’ve made harder by picking a viewpoint without benefits. Welp.  May as well skip the regret (because who has time to double down on mistakes?)

Did you see Dr. Keia from Gettin Grown podcast on The Read tv show? (!!!)  More importantly, did you hear her?  I got chills.  Then I rewatched it several times until M confiscated the remote.  (It kept repeating the same ad.)  I can’t remember the last time I ran in place while pointing at the TV and squeeing.  🙃  (Oh, yeah.  Homecoming.  😆)

I installed some acoustic panels in my apartment to get rid of the echo (or something.)  The sound didn’t behave properly before, and now it does.  Thanks, YouTube.  It feels like I made a drastic change, but it was easy.  My ears don’t get fatigued anymore if that makes sense.  I can listen to everything at a lower volume and not miss dialogue or lyrics.  I got them in white squares, and now I know the difference between white and eggshell.  Sigh.

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Oh well.  It’s not like I have a strict design theme to maintain.  😂  I’m still laughing at the two years of my life I spent pretending to be a minimalist.  (I was a don’t-you-dare-open-anything-with-a-door-ist.)  I spent a lot of time taking crappy photos of my space while feeling superior to other consumers for no reason.  All it accomplished was a mild complex about opening closets.  I was over it the second it dawned on me.  Now my theme is whatever makes me smile.

I’m still listening to The Chain by Evanescence repeatedly.  I made a playlist with that, and four versions by Fleetwood Mac, (including a live recording.)  Fleetwood Mac’s original release of The Chain is one of the first songs I learned to play by ear on the drums.  It forced me to focus on the beat, not on listening to the band.  I play along with the new version using an orchestral kit, which is fun.  I love the reinterpretation.  Amy Lee is so fabulous.  I’d trust Pink and Kelly Clarkson to do a Fleetwood Mac song reinterpretation, too.

I upgraded my Warcraft account, including preordering Shadowlands.  I got a free level boost to 120, but I can’t do it.  It would take the fun out of it.  (I still have two unused 110’s.)  I reached level 114 the last time I played.  The anniversary experience buff is welcome.  All my skills are low all over again, and I still think archaeology blows compared to farming, but whatever.  Plenty to work on over the winter.  I’m not pleased about the dogs and cats that keep wandering into fights only to die, though, Blizzard.  Not cool, yo.  Time to hire a company psychologist, eh?  I’m off to play zoomed-in, (so I don’t accidentally murder cat-shaped pixels.)  💜✌🏽

“Hey, you know this is the first time we’ve ever seen each other naked.”

Demon Hunter

It’s dreary here.  It snowed a little, but it will likely melt soon.  I discovered the downside of my new sleep medication.  It’s the same active ingredient as Benadryl, which means it dehydrates me.  Dehydration sucks because I get a sinus headache and feel like shit.  I’ve been drinking water with a squirt of lemon juice to help.  I’m going to look into hydration additives later to speed things up.

I’m building a workstation computer for music production.  I spent more time researching the components than it will take to assemble them, but I’m pleased with my decisions.  Forgive me while I geek out for a moment.  Here’s a list of the parts:

It should all arrive by Wednesday, although the CPU, case, RAM, and Windows 10 came already.  Newegg is ridic fast!

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I’m excited to assemble it and plan on using white (combed) cables to pop in the window.  I already have a few Samsung EVO 860 512 SSD’s to store all my sounds.  When finished, it will probably look like an alien artifact or something.  I’ll be sure and post crappy photos.  It will run Ableton Live 10 Studio, Fruity Loops Studio Signature Edition, and all my software synthesizers and plugins fabulously.

M. confiscated my existing gaming tower weeks ago.  I haven’t gamed on a PC in ages.  It’s weird when I recall how much time I used to spend playing MMORPG’s (mainly Warcraft.)  I miss it sometimes, but then I pick up a Korg Volca or a Pocket Operator and forget all about it.  Synthesizers have ruined me for video games.

It’s a good thing I didn’t know this beforehand, or I wouldn’t have opened that Pandora’s box.  Warcraft used to be my primary social outlet.  Talking smack to cartoony monsters to fend off anxiety during raids was usually the only time I spoke aloud.  I enjoyed that time and will always love Blizzard for creating a world that both frightened and amused me.  I’m thankful for all the things I was able to do that didn’t involve violence.  Exploring, flying, fishing, farming, and mining are my favorites, but I also liked helping new players learn the ropes.

My guild consists of veterans, autistics, parents of autistics, and people who identify as other than CIS heterosexuals.  I’ve met everyone in my guild over the years and will probably always think of them as my A-Team.  (Even though they usually refer to us as hella sarcastic misfits.)  I spent a lot of time convincing young men of their value to a potential partner, too.  I suspect this is a similar experience for many women who play Warcraft.  (Yes, dammit.  Women play.)

When I first began playing, I was clueless.  I got killed and couldn’t figure out how to return to my remains to revive.  After wandering around as a spectral image for a while, someone felt sorry for me and helped me learn.  I was thankful, but not interested in a relationship, which I suspect was his motivation.  He dropped me like a bad habit when I laughed (really hard) at the concept of Warcraft cybersex.  By then, I knew enough to join a guild and watch YouTube videos of raids and dungeons.  I’m aware people meet their significant other this way, and I’m pleased for their joy, but I just wasn’t into it.

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I’m probably a prude, and Prozac certainly didn’t help.  I’ve met some incredible people anyway.  I haven’t been to a BlizzCon, though.  It’s probably not likely unless M. suggests it.  I’m more interested in seeing Fleetwood Mac perform.  I do like how ComicCon is becoming more accessible for neurodiverse people, though.  The quiet rooms to destress are brilliant, and I suspect everyone could benefit from them to some degree.  I’m off to beat my drums with sticks.