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

Lest ye forget...

Lest ye forget...

Monday, November 10, 2014

Sunday, November 9, 2014

The land of 3am...

"I feel like a wet noodle blowing in the wind on a rainy day."

I came up with that a short time ago this fine morning, upon travelling to the land of 3am not sleeping, funked up thoughts. It has been a while since I have visited there and shared what I found.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

I don't know

.... what I'm doing. No clue whatsoever.

Friday, October 31, 2014

One day of the year....

when it is acceptable for me to have my photograph taken...

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Not done yet...

Rather strange that I thought of this today, which is exactly six months to the day since last time:

US (36)
  (New York (2)
  Texas (3)
  Cali (8)
  New Hampshire
  Virginia (2)
  Indiana (2)
  Ohio (4)
  North Carolina
Australia (1)
Poland (1)
Czech Republic (5)

And even though we are no longer directly involved... aren't we?

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Monday, October 13, 2014

Are you?

Had saved that a couple weeks ago for one of those nights, but as I sat here in the kitchen just now after enjoying leftover turkey dinner, alone in a quiet house, this came to mind...

From one of my faves.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

I have become... of those people who post cat videos... instead of typing actual blog posts... 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

I may have been mistaken...

27 years ago I heard a song for the first time, and in that very moment I thought to myself "this is it", the be all and end all of songs. There would never be another song quite like this. There may have been others that have hit me in a similar fashion since then, but with my dwindling memory, that is the one which remains most embedded. The past decade in the music industry has not yielded a great deal to draw me in, as there didn't seem to be much character in the offering. Then this song, in all its bare simplicity came along to prove me wrong.

So as I yet struggle to find meaning, to find purpose, to find a place where I do not feel the life being sucked right out of me, I suppose this song's evocative nature came to my attention in a timely manner. And on that note, if you have taken the time to read this far, take a stroll through the blog as it lays dying. Say something. Where you are from or something.

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...