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

Saturday, July 18, 2015

The things that come out of my fingers...

"I feel like that little piece of laundry that fell on the floor and never got picked up. Haven't figured out yet if I am the errant underwear or lone sock." (Part of a message I typed earlier today.)

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Dead end...

It s rather sad that I am pretty much at the same place in life as I was exactly thirty years ago, except that this time there is no job to go into until I figure out what to do with my life.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

If a geek smiles...

... how much money can be raised?

Was scrolling through the FB feed and watched a video posted on George Takei's page. I had heard mention of this fundraiser before, but hadn't looked into it any further until today. Then as I continued on my way watching "suggested videos", there was this... You can't help but smile...
 

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Cuteness overload...

... except for the beard and stache... I don't wike it.
 
Another one to sit on a couch with and have a conversation. You can't help but smile. He's infectious.

Lose Yourself


Not a big fan of Eminem, but this gives his "music" some more dimension...

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The blank stare...

 
I catch myself falling into that blank stare state of mindlessness that sucks life into the black hole of nothingness. It is rather unsettling in the middle of the day when consciousness is the key to existence and presence the heart of living. Worrisome to say the least as it becomes so effortless to fade into oblivion.
 
(Written whilst sitting at McDonalds. June 1, 2015)

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Nice bow-tie...




See a little more about this project here and here.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

A swing and a miss...


I made a rather astonishingly bold move after trying to hold on for a few months at work, and am without employment. It is funny after having such a routine life for over two decades that so much changed within the seven year period that followed. It seems rather fitting that the namesake for this blog passed away a few days before the fifth anniversary of its creation and that it coincided with this upcoming, new chapter to my life. What can I say? I don't know what to do. Can I reinvent myself for the third time in seven years? I look at job postings daily, even entertaining online jobs, and found that the most appealing and suitable, were those entry level positions for students of an age that I am well past.. I am not surprised, all things considered

So how have I been spending my time? Definitely not blogging. Not travelling. Other than the expected, feeling guilty for not doing more and spending too much time online, I have been working out in the yard. Fifteen bundles of cherry tree branches, six bags of yardwaste and several piles of proposed bonfire wood, as well as one small tree unearthed, a few evergreen younglings pulled up and transplanted to pots temporarily, three new plantings and some seed thrown in for moonflowers and poppies. Also handwashed another section of the house exterior, but have been woefully neglecting the interior.

You know.... all this "do what you love" or "love what you do" or "find your passion"... crap? It is wonderful. It is lovely. But life throws you curveballs. The universe chanting "hey batter, batter"... "ooooooh, and it's a swing and a miss". The thing is... I've had three strikes already. I know I'm not out of the game, but it still sucks.

What next?

In the past few days, I have been considering the idea of trying to get my poetry published. This isn't an income generating idea, nor is it intended as such. Just yesterday, I spent about four hours going through a list of mission statements and submission guidelines for over one hundred publishers with "poetry" in their repertoire. Out of all that and the "not accepting unsolicited manuscripts", I shortened the list to thirty. If you take away the "only those who have been published....", "edgy", and "high quality", there really aren't that many choices for what I have to offer. Self-publishing is the only other route. A fundraising campaign would be an option, but in the back of my mind, there's always that niggling "what if it sucks?" and "who would read it?"

I don't know. I guess I'm throwing my pitch out to the universe.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Sometimes this is how I dream...


The short version here.

It is much different seeing this in colour, but no less haunting.