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

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Hold me in your arms...

Had this song in my head today...

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Fluffy memories...

(Image from Facebook)

When I first saw this, I was just thinking "yummy"... and then when I looked closer, I noticed that it was constructed with those thin chocolate wafers... Remember that dessert? We would stack the chocolate wafers with whipped cream in between and lay it down on the plate and cover it with more whipped cream... You'd let it sit in the fridge for a bit and when it came out, the wafers had softened and expanded and it would be like cake encased in fluffy creamy awesomeness...

Monday, March 25, 2013


(Image from Facebook)
This image came up in Facebook and I "liked" it, but when I looked at it again tonight, I got to thinking a little deeper. I think I've had a fondness for Impressionist paintings since I was a kid, but I just realized that the style, the finished works, appeal to me because they resemble beautiful faded memories... a vision of colour and light residing in rippled water. 

My favourite Irishman

Happy Birthday.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Cleaning up the house...

this song came up. Good pairing. (And yes, it was this one and not the Harry Belafonte version.)

Well, I guess I better get back to it... Took a little break for French Toast, a hot drink and the laptop. Ended up being on here longer than planned. Metallica is on now.

Friday night fun!

A great big thank you to Harvey over at Bad Example. I just happened to go over there to see how it was going, and clicked on a link in his most recent post which lead me to confirming what I have often surmised. I am woefully undesirable. As of today, my dating marketabilitiy is 3. In a few days, I will be a 1. I started off as a -8 because of my age. The range of scores is -83 to +64.

I fall under this category:
-4 to 14: Classic beta. Your hot friends always gets hit on first, but if you really tramp it up you can snag a slightly better than average guy to take you home for a single night of commitment.

And people wonder why I never married?

(Oh... the other funny thing? It assumes that all women will not answer the questions truthfully and therefore must deduct 10 points from their final score. Reading some of the comments, this just may be true, but I believe I would be an exception to that rule. I am, to put it bluntly, rather brutally honest with most things, especially myself.)

Try it out yourself and come back to comment with your "score".
As the title says... Friday night fun.

Friday, March 22, 2013

A different kind of weird...

 And this...
(Images from Facebook)

To which I will add: If you're looking for nothing, you'll find nothing. If you aren't looking for anything, you will always find something.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

What difference does it make?


Why do I do it?  Because I CAN.

To honour the fallen since last time:

Ohio (2), Iowa, Louisiana (2), Maryland,
Florida (3), North Carolina, Arizona (2),
Oklahoma, Michigan

It's the closest thing I could find...

We had snow Monday morning... but it fairly quickly changed to rain and then by the afternoon, it was sunny... Shall patiently wait for Spring to spring, or... perhaps just spring right into Summer.

Monday, March 18, 2013


Not sure if this will work here, as it is a Facebook link. I went agoogling for something a little more substantial and found this, which provides a little bit more information. He would be turning 73 years old this year.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Recommended rainy day reading...

from "Letters of Note", which I have linked to before, at least twice, perhaps a few times...)

A guy named Fred Flom.

A rather popular author.

A crooner with an image.

Funny that I had saved these links quite some time ago and I couldn't even come up with a way to introduce them. I guess I saved them for a rainy day...


I seem to be mesmerized by the feet of the Google Irish Dancers...
Step away from the laptop ma'am...

An Old Irish Blessing...


Saturday, March 16, 2013

Speaking of dwindling...

Well... it has been three years since my inaugural blog. I didn't even notice that the day had passed by already, but then, I haven't been much into blogging the past couple months, and have been letting it slide. I did take note of it on time last year, and upon reading the comment thread just now, I see that my mind was working much, much better then. It is amazing what can happen in a year... yet not.

1516 posts in three years.
Further in debt.
Brain function dwindling.
Still lost.
But I'm alive... so there's that.


Splotchy and jumbled...

I did a post earlier called "The Meaning of Life... An Interpretation", without any explanation. This is somewhat of a follow-up to that.

"I don't know what's going on with my head... There aren't really any specific thoughts rolling around, but my brain seems to be overworking, processing stuff that isn't really there." My head actually hurt, and that was how I explained what brought me to that point. To clarify, "isn't really there" isn't quite accurate... It is as though there is a sub-routine processing whatever thoughts there are that exist beneath the surface, tucked away in a separate folder. I was going to start the next sentence by saying "For all intents and purposes", but I just realized that there are no intents and purposes for me, for anything I do. I actually walk through the day, almost completely empty, as though I am simply going through the motions of being alive. The only thing that matters is ... food... my cookies, so to speak.
As I was writing that, the shooting pain returned a few times. There is no pattern as to duration, frequency or time of day, but it is always in the same place at the back of my head. It started a few days ago, and is just rather odd for me, as I never used to get headaches...ever. I am trusting that this is a temporary condition, as it does seem to be dwindling daily.

Oh... and if anything I've written doesn't make sense, I think I best described it as: "Brain tired." "It just feels like my words and sentences are all over the place." "... splotchy and jumbled."


On Christmas Day, after dinner at my place, I was sitting with a relative as she was waiting for her kids to finish watching a movie. She said she was "bored"... and somehow we got to talking about current events, including the Sandy Hook massacre, and she brought up the issue of gun control. The need for more gun control. At some point, the boy came into the room to see what we were "fighting" about, but returned to the movie after realizing that we were only in a debate of sorts. During the conversation, I stated my position and made my point, but there was no wavering on the other side. My point is, that in reality, there will always be criminals and madmen (and crazy women) in this world. They will always find a way to do their evil. There will not always be someone to come and save you. We must always have a means with which to defend ourselves and those close to us. What I don't understand is how can a parent not wish to have that option, to have the freedom, the means, and the ability with which to defend oneself and one's children should the need arise?
Most conversations are had and then fade with the passage of time, as with most of my memories. This one however has stayed with me. Then, a while back I saw a link to this video, watched it a couple times and saved it, with no idea how to apply it until tonight.

YouTubeLink (Views when I originally watched it: 304,685)

Friday, March 15, 2013

Monday, March 11, 2013

I never thought about it

quite this way before...

(via Facebook)
but yes, it makes perfect sense. Oddly enough, also perfect timing that this should come up today, considering my previous post.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Look for the Beauty in things...

A friend on Facebook had posted this the other day, so today I went looking for something more... just because... As it would turn out, she is a pianist..."Music was our food... Through music we were kept alive..."

Oh... and then... I found this. (nb: For there are those who exist who insist that the Holocaust never took place.)

Friday, March 8, 2013