Random vignettes from a unique perspective
Pictured above:Deck: Antique Anatomy Tarot KitRandom Pink Rock of Unknown Type: Placed there so I remember where January is during the reading. Most of you know I read Tarot Cards. And by read, I mean that I have been doing this since I was 12 and it's become sort of my thing for friends, gatherings... Continue Reading →
Ever since my surgery consult for my oophorectomy because of serious endometriosis complications (I.E. growing weird ass, gigantic, painful, oddly shaped endometriomas that can get malignant); I've been referring to it as my second hysterectomy. Much like second breakfasts ala Merry and Pippin from LOTR. We've had breakfast, yes. But what about second breakfast? We've... Continue Reading →
The RBG. She burnsThose that know me (and once knew me) well, remember my "dedication" to PC gaming. We've probably raided, quested, leveled up and even PVP'ed together for years and aside from getting to know me and my avant-garde personality, you also knew that I ALWAYS HAD A TERRIBLE COMPUTER.I would lag, disconnect, bring... Continue Reading →
When gaming is not completely life but sorta I would like to present to you; my brother and his artistic endeavors. He is talented, articulate, wildly creative and lives for poking the bear that is the gaming community at large on Reddit. A++ entertainment.Here is the latest video: https://www.youtube.com/embed/cZOTtL3BqlE?si=hsm3o_LslohMHFL9 This is a perfect (first) post... Continue Reading →
Some of you are probably very familiar with tests and pathology. Some of you are unfortunately experts on test names, drug names and surgical procedures. Also, some of you may even recognize the "clever" turn of phrase I use when I pretend to be a stormtrooper and I try to explain something emotional or serious,... Continue Reading →
The first guy I ever dated in Sacramento was a solid faceplant into a bad relationship a couple years after moving up north. Thankfully, it was brief and full of memory gaps. I was still living at home, and was desperately looking for something to escape to while said home life was on fire. My... Continue Reading →
*Don't need no hateration, holleration, in this dancery -Mary J. Blige*Last Monday I was trapped, inside an elevator, with a couple in a massive fight. Note that I did not choose this violence on a Monday morning. The violence...chose me. There I was. Running a tad late for my drive to work. Coffee traveler in... Continue Reading →
She was 53 and she had pink hair. This in itself was not the horror show. It was the vision of her in the middle of the dance floor, absolutely wasted, falling out of her meshed, strategically ripped top, martini triumphantly raised above her head as she dry-humped the androgynous goth boy. Smugly thumbing her... Continue Reading →
*This was a paper I had to write during an English class I took in my late 20's where the professor would settle her bohemian draped girth on her desk, tell us to never get married and to sleep with as many people as possible before we decided to chain ourselves down to family life.... Continue Reading →
Post Katrina sticker, affirmation, heart AND cat stickerLast weekend I managed to resurrect my old laptop, or "Lappy" as it was affectionately termed. Inside Lappy was a treasure trove of pictures, writing, and ALL my old blog posts from much earlier eras. My time in Chicago, my life in Sacramento and even New Orleans. In... Continue Reading →
The Devious Scribe 