Depression, Flakiness, Fear… All The Things That Make Life Great

I  apologise to all those that I chat with and also read this. I have been spending a lot of time with Rudy and my kids. My depressions comes and goes, usually at a bad level. I find it hard to write, hard to chat, hard to do much of anything.

So I sorry. I don’t mean to be a horrible bitch, but then, there you go.

When I feel better, I will come a roaring back. Until then, hang in there everyone. You have not heard the last of me!

Anne

Making Fun Of Ayn Rand – In A Genuinely Funny Way

I used to worship Ayn Rand, and these cards are very funny

That’s all.

Anne

A Picture I Wish I Had Today

About 20 – 25 years ago I read a Playboy parody magazine. It came out about the time/a few years after Nastassja (?) Kinksi posed naked with a snake draped upon her naked body. Inside the magazine they had a 2 page “centerfold”. Oh my god.

It was a painting entitled “Eating Nasty”… The snake had swallowed her ENTIRELY, just her face between the snakes jaws. Her form was clearly visible in the snake, she was in the same pose, and the look on her face was still the “come hither”/pleasure look. As the jaws were >this< far from closing and leaving her in darkness.

I bought the magazine, and was shikking away for a LONG time. I lost it a good 10 or 15 years ago and have been looking for it ever since.

Sigh.

Anne

Unix/OSX Users, Don’t Get Cocky

Read this article about how *nix/OSX OS’s only RAISE the bar for virus writers, it doesn’t close and bar the door. It’s only market share that keeps you safe, boys and girls!

Anne

This Time, Being Flakey Is Not My Fault

Every couple of years, sometimes every year or less , I get flakey and stop answering emails, stop chatting, vanish… and then after a “sabbatical”, I return and amaze everyone that I am still alive .

It’s usually because I am more than somewhat a flake- I have fried my brain from 23 years of active alcoholism (I started when I was about 12 years old, whilst my brain was still forming), drug abuse (LSD mostly) toward the end of my alcoholic death-spiral… then the massive stress I have been under since my husband became terminal in his disease process, my own back injury that hurts All The Time and requires me to be on a LOT of prescription painkillers- including narcotic pain meds, my “increasing in regularity” cellulitis attacks, the birth of my own two childrenz and my growing stepson… Then, of course, my own infamous Almost Kicked Off event where I should be dead but am alive.

Lately though, it’s not my fault. Rudy is very demanding of time with his wife and frankly I don’t blame him. I don’t want to go back to near ighnoring him with all my computer time. I’ve almost lost him too many times and now HE has almost lost ME too many times (my Kick Off Event and going septic about 4 years ago- and 70% of those people that go septic DIE)). We spend a lot more time together.

And it’s harder to write stories. The drugs are really making it hard to write when I can get to the keyboard- I feel spacier than normal all the time. And trust me- spacey is a way of life with me .

So to any of you who are used to chatting with me, mi so apologizo. To those I have not emailed when I said I would- mi so apologizo.To those who like my stories- mi so apologizo. All I can say is I am going to do what I can about all three situations as best I can.

Love you all.

Anne