Outer Body Inner Mind

Quick Note

2009-08-24T21:49:00.002-04:00

I've came to realize that I use far too many social networking sites. I think I've managed to register on all of the major ones from MySpace, Twitter, Facebook, and BlogSpot. Are there any others? They must all hold my name! *evil laughter*

Okay, that was a bit extreme. Only one, maybe two is really needed. After that the one s that don't seem to stick out in your mind get left in the shadows and all you're left with is spam and cyber cobwebs. It is not fun cleaning those out, let me tell you. Way too time consuming and nothing is accomplished. By the time everything is cleaned out the mood to post a new entry is gone and you're still left with an empty web space. This is what has became of many of my other accounts on various pages. Ho hum.

A new craft project is the works...pictures to come.

Sprinkler

2009-06-13T19:50:00.003-04:00

Mind exploding, head collapsing, circus trapeze still gloating....all for nothing. Sometimes, somewhere these things, too small to comprehend, have the ability. To determine. Exactly what is this faith we're speaking of? False beliefs all stemming from. Some distant gut feeling. Something cruel is brewing close, very close now.

Waiting in silence like lambs before the rain will never run away from the herd. First rain drop begins to trickle making everything come to life, slowly drowning with the rest, over hilltops into rock lined crypts.

Take it for what it is.

Blog Experience Thus Far

2009-06-05T13:34:00.005-04:00

You want to know something? I had a HUGE blog typed up examining social networking sites and my experiences with them so far...and my expectations for the ones I am using and all of that stuff. Went to post it, got an error message and *POOF!* all gone!!!! Even MySpace has updated with autosave features. Come on BlogSpot, get with the times!

So my rant has been cancelled. Instead let me just say that the title of this entry links to my Twitter account which has been a fun experience but 95% of the time leaves me feeling like I'm talking to myself. I like instant reactions and messages, I like knowing that someone is reading what I'm posting and has some input about it. It's all about the interaction. That is what motivates me to keep up with these things on a regular basis.

Blogging is slightly different because it doesn't limit me on how much I can post at a time. So if I feel like writing a book I can put it all in one post. If I just have a few words to say, might as well Twitter about them.

Thought I would share my troubles this afternoon. Off to work on some custom patches!!

Some Interesting Customizations by Me

2009-06-02T16:33:00.006-04:00

I am working on some custom orders from Etsy today. Already finished one, have one more to do, then there will be three total to mail out! It's so exciting getting sales.

The designs are easier than I had expected also. Well, some of them are at least. Others are kind of hard but only because they get over loaded with color. I'd like to get some pictures of custom images once orders for them come in ;-) *hint hint*

A few months ago I made a promotional video for my paranormal stuff on MySpace. The video is worth checking out!!!

20 Days Until Summer and I Feel Like a Kid Again...

2009-05-31T23:31:00.000-04:00

Summer is almost here, 20 days away. I have been getting a creeping feeling of being a teenager waiting for Summer break. There is also a very loud voice inside of me screaming for something magical to happen. The voice is far away in the back of my soul, but it is consuming. I remember being a teenager in high school and staying up late during the Summer to go outside and enjoy the stars in the sky, lay in my father's hammick, and walk to a tree I called "the magic tree". This would be before the neighborhood was fully developed. There was a single tree, I think it was an Oak tree...thing was massive and the trunk was thick. I'd walk down to the tree and imagine the fae folk dancing around it, and every so often I would bury items I had charged at the tree. I remember that feeling. So free, so at peace, once with the universe, something greater than human. Nothing compares to that feeling. Solitude, Summer, night, spirit. I feel it creeping up on my but I'm sorry to say life is different now than it was back then and I just don't think I can act on it. Maybe in a different way I could...a way that wouldn't lead to being found outside and questions about what I was up to.

Come on Summer. I'm ready for you.