When I don’t blog/spew regularly I get nervous. Nothing I say on here is earth-shattering, but it appears I need to say it. I want to start posting every morning, even if it’s just what I ate for dinner the night before. You can ignore those posts, but at least I still get my daily spew. I think posts are more effective when they are short and to the point, but when I don’t post about my life for a while, things get backed up and then you get long, rambling posts which make your eyes cross and glaze over as you drool on the arm of your chair, or a numbered list. Like this one.

1. Still working on my domain problem. They make it confusing on purpose, so that only the strongest come out on the other side. It’s like hazing in a sorority. In fact, on my last pass through GoDaddy Support, I’m pretty sure somebody poked me with a stick and called me Thunder Thighs.
2. We brought home a gerbil. One child is allergic to cats, and one mom is allergic to cleaning up after a dog, so we’re trying a gerbil now. Her name is Marmalade, she’s black with a white goatee, and she chews everything. She’s getting used to me holding her, mostly because I always have sunflower seeds, but she still doesn’t like it much. I like her because her mess is contained to a 10-gallon area. We need to get a companion for her. I think she’s lonely.
3. Next on my to-be-read list is All the Windwracked Stars, by Elizabeth Bear. I have high hopes. After my previous reading experience turned out to be a major disappointment–so boring I skimmed large chunks, something I never do–I really need a decent one to cleanse my palate.
4. Went to the Science Museum of Oklahoma Friday. It used to be called the Omniplex, and that’s what I will call it till my dying day, because it’s a cool name. We had a good time, besides the IMAX movie being the lamest freakin’ movie in the whole world. It would have been lame on the small screen, but in an IMAX theater you want to be wowed, you want to feel like you’re zooming, you don’t want a sappy, idiotic story about flies on Apollo 11, where all they do is float weightless. There was about 12 seconds of zooming, total.

I love being free from deciding what to write about, so I’m going to continue with the “A“s to your “Q“s. I’ve been quite restless lately, and I think it’s partly because I haven’t been expressing myself enough through writing. You writers know sometimes it doesn’t matter what you write, as long as you write something. Sometimes blabbing is the best.

On that note, I shall now blab about what Darcsfalcon asked last week, and that is,

…if you could meet any historical figure, who would it be?

And of course that is the hardest question of all, because there are too many possibilities to narrow it down to only one. I’m going to take liberties with her phrasing and assume “meet” means that I will understand what it’s like to be that person. In that case it would be some unknown person in a civilization like ancient Sumer, or Hitler, or a slave in the years leading up to the Civil War. Maybe one of the Underground Railroad people or the folks who risked everything to hide Jews during the Holocaust, whose courage, vision, and love for their fellow human beings astound me.

However, that’s not what Falcon asked, she asked who I would like to meet, and that implies sitting down and talking with them. In that case I think I’d choose Eleanor Roosevelt, because she had so much wisdom to pass along about being a strong woman.

How about you?