Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.



Sunday, September 21, 2014


I fell through the cracks of my own life. The fractured shell can either hold together or disintegrate. Exist or disappear. There is no living here. Another day, another night. In that murky darkness before dawn is when those fractures come to light. And so I write.

That is all.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Maybe I will some day...

even though it hasn't spoken to me in a really long time...

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Thank what?

Thank you fruit flies, for initiating a conversation about manure and maggots.
Yes, it was an actual conversation.
And no, it was not the strangest conversation I've had. 

Friday, September 5, 2014


Made to feel small by someone else's words at work this morning. Feeling terribly small now. Trying to find meaning in life by playing Tetris and speeding up the blocks. Losing.

Mom would have been 79 years old today. She's been gone almost 14 years now. I am not one to ponder what her advice or thoughts would be on matters, but today it crossed my mind. I wonder what she would have to say about all this.


Tetris is my metaphor for life. The blocks continue to fall, but leaving too many empty spaces. Now they are speeding up, falling at a faster rate, leaving even more empty and I'm running out of time to make something fit so I can keep going before the game ends.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Why yes, yes it was...

That was quite a departure. But sometimes, just sometimes, things bother me long enough to say something, without explanation. Such was the case with the previous post.

I have no idea what I'm doing here (life) or here (blog). It is funny to think now, that I used to feel a need to blog. Yes... a need. I could be sleep deprived, wide awake in the dark, or sleepy as heck with my head flopping and eyes glazing over, but I would make myself type. Now, this is like the quiet place where I come just to say... I am still here.

Friday, August 29, 2014

War is not the solution...

Peace Activists and Human Rights Activists, all well and good on this soft, cushy side of the world. We've heard it all before... "Peace now!" "Why can't there be peace?" ... and "War is not the solution." We've been down this road before. Perhaps war is not the solution, but sometimes... it is the only answer. You can't just sign a Facebook petition to stop an Islamic fundamentalist from beheading someone. You can't simply sign a petition and force someone to cease being a religious extremist. How can you find peace with a man or woman veiled in the guise of religious freedom... a religion not tempered by logic... a religion that has not changed nor evolved in over a thousand years... a religion oftentimes fueled by hatred...


And no... we aren't starting a war... The jihadists already did, and they will again, Allah willing, God forbid.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Ice Bucket Challenge

Have been seeing these videos posted all over Facebook, to raise awareness of ALS, a debilitating neurological disease, also known as Lou Gehrig's disease. Finally came across this one. If you want to know what it's about..

(YouTube Views as of August 17, 2014, 8:28pm - 828)

The cast

I don't think it matters this time if the movie sucks.

(Was never much of a Stallone fan, but I think I like him a bit more now.)

Oh... and even if it does suck, I'll probably enjoy it...

Nanu Nanu

It has been 33 days since my last blogpost. Greetings and goodbyes seem to be the order of life...
Back in April I got to meet my new nephew for the first time. That was a treat... a joy really.
A few months ago, Dad lost his younger brother, then shortly after that, his older brother who was a whopping 90 years old, then his girl friend, who had just turned 90 in April, followed by one of the long tine neighbour fellows. Within the past three weeks, the dads of two of my brother's old school buddies passed away. One of these friends passed away 4 years ago at the age of 44. I feel detached. I feel sad. It is not a sadness for personal loss, but perhaps simply for life itself.

And now for a laugh...

I know I will die wishing that I had done more with the life I was given.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A sense of humour...

is key...

I came across a couple videos the other day... For lack of a better adjective, he is adorable...

(A sense of humour with beautiful eyes, which I may have mentioned before, is even better.)

So does a sense of humour win out over looks? When I was considerably younger, this wasn't necessarily the case, as evidenced by an interest in Tom Cruise at the very beginning of his career. This got me to thinking... At my age now, with whom would I rather sit on a couch and have a conversation? Tom Cruise or a guy that makes you laugh...

Funny thing is that I've never watched "The Family Guy" or "Ted", but I had started a post a few months ago about some upcoming movies that caught my attention, which included this.