Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Dreams
Dreams are weird, there's just no other way to put it.
I've dreamt of epic battles, situations at the office, I've slept with people I would never EVER want to sleep with, and attacked or killed people I love.
I also hit people in my sleep.
Boyfriends and husbands do not like this. Yes I've been married 3 times, though the second one really doesn't count, the paperwork was stalled due to a blizzard. I've had about 9 boyfriends, clearly 3 of those were husbands, and at some time or other, I've struck all of them in my sleep. One of them yelled "small, LARGE pizza!" when I did.
I've dreamt of epic battles, situations at the office, I've slept with people I would never EVER want to sleep with, and attacked or killed people I love.
I also hit people in my sleep.
Boyfriends and husbands do not like this. Yes I've been married 3 times, though the second one really doesn't count, the paperwork was stalled due to a blizzard. I've had about 9 boyfriends, clearly 3 of those were husbands, and at some time or other, I've struck all of them in my sleep. One of them yelled "small, LARGE pizza!" when I did.
Friday, August 10, 2012
8.11.12 dream
Dreamed I kicked a ghost named Isobel out of some guy named Simon's room. She was shaking his bed and stuff.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Spare time
In my spare time, I write.
I haven't had a lot of spare time since my son was born 8 years ago, so I sort of fell to the wayside with the whole writing thing.
Now, I discover, there's this whole self-publising thing, which is pretty cool and also pretty freaking scary.
I'll probably use this blog to write what I would normally write in my writing journal sort of thing, so don't expect anything interesting here, it will mostly be crap.
The Angry Valkyrie name comes from Eir, which is the name of a Valkyrie. Apparently she's the Valkyrie of Mercy. Since it was a blessing to die in battle and a curse to be seriously injured but live, I imagine my Valkyrie alter ego went around slaying the wounded warriors as they lay on the battlefield.
That's me, destroyer of wounded men.
I haven't had a lot of spare time since my son was born 8 years ago, so I sort of fell to the wayside with the whole writing thing.
Now, I discover, there's this whole self-publising thing, which is pretty cool and also pretty freaking scary.
I'll probably use this blog to write what I would normally write in my writing journal sort of thing, so don't expect anything interesting here, it will mostly be crap.
The Angry Valkyrie name comes from Eir, which is the name of a Valkyrie. Apparently she's the Valkyrie of Mercy. Since it was a blessing to die in battle and a curse to be seriously injured but live, I imagine my Valkyrie alter ego went around slaying the wounded warriors as they lay on the battlefield.
That's me, destroyer of wounded men.
Day Job
So really, my day job is the sort of thing you can't make up.
I walked in one day to find the wall of the reception area covered, seriously, plastered with bright orange postits.
On them were things like:
"Men have free will.
Women do not, they are too dangerous."
"Ex convicts should be discriminated against as much as homosexuals"
"Genetic diversity is needed YOU FOOLS!!"
"All you bad girls, who put this here? The boss man with his pimp hand is (unintelligible)"
"The gene pool must be broadened to survive the upcoming Solar Event"
Yeah.
My boss once asked me to sort all the papers in his office into two piles.
One for "yellow pages" and one for "everything else".
I'm shocked that he hasn't asked me to sort skittles by color.
My coworker routinely moonwalks out of my office, or does the "Dolphin Dance", which looks more like a seizure than anything else.
Sometimes he can be found playing Magic Online instead of meeting with clients.
My other boss mostly tries to get me to go to her house after work to drink a lot of beer.
I like her.
She is my favorite.
I walked in one day to find the wall of the reception area covered, seriously, plastered with bright orange postits.
On them were things like:
"Men have free will.
Women do not, they are too dangerous."
"Ex convicts should be discriminated against as much as homosexuals"
"Genetic diversity is needed YOU FOOLS!!"
"All you bad girls, who put this here? The boss man with his pimp hand is (unintelligible)"
"The gene pool must be broadened to survive the upcoming Solar Event"
Yeah.
My boss once asked me to sort all the papers in his office into two piles.
One for "yellow pages" and one for "everything else".
I'm shocked that he hasn't asked me to sort skittles by color.
My coworker routinely moonwalks out of my office, or does the "Dolphin Dance", which looks more like a seizure than anything else.
Sometimes he can be found playing Magic Online instead of meeting with clients.
My other boss mostly tries to get me to go to her house after work to drink a lot of beer.
I like her.
She is my favorite.
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