Crazy Minute

 Posted by Alysha DeShaé on Saturday, January 21, 2012 at 10:42 pm  Meaningless, Thoughts
Jan 212012
 
I'm Crazy

So, I’m going to have a crazy minute to complain about things that I really don’t need to complain about…

For example.  Jaime and I seldom go out.  We don’t go to clubs or bars, we don’t go on dates, we don’t go for walks in the park, and we don’t sit on our front porch and just enjoy the sunset.

This kind of upsets me.  But then I realize that I don’t really like any of those things.  It’s only when I see or hear about one of my friends going out with their significant others that I feel like I’m missing something.  It’s kind of frustrating because I sit here thinking, “Why doesn’t Jaime take me to go do those things?  Does he not like going out with me?  Is he ashamed of me?  Am I that boring?!”

Well, yes, I am that boring.  But that’s not the point!

Then I stop.  “Wait a minute.  I don’t like bars!  The smoke is disgusting and I can’t breath for ages after I go to one.  He doesn’t like bars either, so it’s not like he’s going without me.  And I don’t like going out in public or even really going to the park because of bugs and the potential for sunburn.  We don’t sit on our porch because of the mosquitoes.  And we don’t go out often because we’re saving money and I don’t like being in public!  Boy am I crazy!”

I'm Crazy

I'm Crazy -- clicking the picture will bring you to the original

So, yeah.  That’s my crazy moment.  If I really wanted to go out, it might take a little cajoling, but I’m sure I could get him to go occasionally.  The plain fact is, though, that I don’t want to…  I’m just crazy sometimes.

On the plus side, though, I don’t whine about him never taking me anywhere only to be miserable when he does take me places. Therefore, the time we do spend together is spent doing things we both like to one degree or another.  Cuddling up watching a movie, talking, and playing in the kitchen among other things.  :-)

Also, the above conversations that I have with myself all take place in my mind and usually in the space of a minute or so.  Crazy is good.  Instantaneous crazy is better.  :-p

It Is Not a Happy Thanksgiving.

 Posted by Alysha DeShaé on Thursday, November 24, 2011 at 11:36 am  Me, Thoughts
Nov 242011
 
Anne McCaffrey

I’m going to spend a good portion of my Thanksgiving crying.  I just discovered that my favorite author – the woman who introduced me to fantasy back in 1995; the woman who wrote a letter back to me on dragon stationary and signed it in purple ink – passed away.

Dear Anne McCaffrey,

Your books have been with me almost from the beginning.  When I first started choosing bigger, better, more adult books back in sixth grade, your books were there.  You introduced me to dragons, to fantasy, to new worlds.  You introduced me to aliens who inspired our unicorn myths.  You brought magic and science into my life like no one else.  You inspired me to write.  One day, when I’m brave enough to share any writings, it will because you inspired me to share my work.  You have been a constant in my life.

Every year I reread some of your books.  Every year I laugh, I cry, and I live with your characters again.  I’m so glad that you were the first fantasy/science fiction writer I read.

I will miss you, Anne.  My children and friends will know your works and they will love you as I love you.  You will live on in our hearts and the hearts of all your fans.

Thank you for sharing your imagination with us over the years.  Thank you for taking the time to write back to young girl years ago.  Thank you for being there.

Love,

Your #1 Fan

Anne McCaffrey

Anne McCaffrey

For anyone who doesn’t know who Anne McCaffrey is, you should be ashamed of yourself.  Read her Pern books, for starters.  “Dragonsong,” “Dragonsinger,” and “Dragondrums” were the first books of hers that I read.  They are amazing and wonderful books.

Thank you, and I hope you’re enjoying your time in Pern.  ^_^

Rambling about books…

 Posted by Alysha DeShaé on Wednesday, November 16, 2011 at 08:30 am  Thoughts
Nov 162011
 
Stacks of Books

Well, I did my rambling autobiography last week and I really enjoyed just writing what came to mind, so I decided to do it again.  With a little more focus this time.  Just a little more focus, mind you.  I’m still planning to ramble!  I’m going to try to stick to topics of reading, book reviews, and my reading challenges.

I enjoy writing book reviews.  It helps me remember which books I’ve read and what I’ve liked or disliked about each individual book.  However, if it wasn’t for my participation in reading challenges, I probably wouldn’t spend any time at all on book reviews.  Why?  Because I never seem to have time for anything…  Take yesterday and today, for instance.  Yesterday I was only able to get one review posted, and it wasn’t even completed when I scheduled it.  Today I won’t be able to get any up until after because I needed sleep last night.  In fact, depending on how I feel after work will actually determine whether or not I post a review.

I’ve been trying to stay on top of my book reviews, and I’m slowly catching up.  Finally!  Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m going to be able to complete all of my challenges.  For example, I haven’t been able to interest myself in any of the Nicholas Sparks books.  Not even “The Notebook” and I loved the movie.  I have to be in the right mood for that kind of book, and I just haven’t found myself in that mood lately.  So, odds are, you’ll see me continuing some of the 2011 reading challenges through 2012.  I’m also planning to do fewer challenges for 2012, for obvious reasons.  Also, while I probably won’t stick to it, I’m going to try to review a book immediately after reading it next year…

Stacks of Books

Stacks of Books

Why won’t I stick to it?  Well, I like to read.  With my nook, I’ve got hundreds of books at hand.  If I finish a book while I’m out and about, I’m more likely to start a new book then and there.  On the other hand, I’m planning to get or make a new case for my nook with a special spot for a notepad so that I can take notes for my book reviews so that they’ll be a little more than just a best/worst statement.  I won’t lie, I’m disappointed in myself for falling so far behind on reviews that the only way I was able to catch up was to sacrifice quality for quantity, essentially.  And while I know that not many people read or visit my site, this site isn’t necessarily for other people to visit, but for me to have my own little place for me.

And the little place that I need is extra memory for my books!  I can’t tell you how many books I’ve forgotten the title and author and would love to reread but can’t because I can’t find it!  For example, I remember reading a book about a cucumber king living with a family.  There was a book about a ghost that lived in a computer – I think the ghost’s name was Pascal (like the computer language), but that’s about all I remember.  My site, and Goodreads, is helping me remember all this so that I won’t tell my future kids, “Oh, sweetie, I read this fantastic book about an elf when I was your age, and I absolutely loved it!  You would love it!  I don’t remember what the book was called, though.  Or the author.  Whoops, you’re out of luck!”

So, yeah…  In case you missed it a minute ago, there may be a book review this afternoon, but in all honesty, don’t count on it.  I will almost certainly be passing out in my library after work.  I didn’t sleep well last night or the night before and I’m still feeling icky.

Oh, no! Barbie has a life!

 Posted by Alysha DeShaé on Sunday, November 13, 2011 at 04:00 pm  Thoughts
Nov 132011
 
tokidoki® Barbie® Doll

Okay, apparently parents are getting bitchy about a collector Barbie doll that has pink hair, apparently fashionable clothing, a dog-cactus-thing named Bastardino, and some tattoos.  Yes, Bastardino.

Now, I had plenty of Barbie when I was younger.  I would still have my Barbie cards if dad hadn’t gotten rid of those at a garage sale…  That man seriously needs to stay out of my childhood things for garage sales!  Ugh!  Anyways, I used to have Barbies and play with my Barbies, Skippers, Kens, and others.  (I can’t remember all their names.)  At one point when I got a little older, you know that age where you aren’t ready to give up your toys but realize that you’re getting a little too old for them, my mom started buying me the collectible Barbies that stay in their box.

This inked-up Barbie is one of those.  She isn’t meant as a toy, but as a collector’s item.  Apparently they’re already sold out, too.  Take a look at her:

tokidoki® Barbie® Doll

tokidoki® Barbie® Doll

Personally, I hate pink and I think the animal print leggings are pure white-trash, but I’m not the one wearing them, am I?  I like the shirt, though.  Her little pet-thing needs a new name.  Even among adults the name Bastardino can’t be considered classy.  For that matter, nothing about this doll is particularly classy.

But this doll is not meant for children.  Aside from personal taste, it shouldn’t matter if the doll is classy or if the animal has an acceptable name or not.  Parents are apparently up in arms about the tattoos, though.

Why?  Well, tattoos aren’t usually considered to be tasteful.  Close your eyes for a moment.  Wait, don’t do that.  Damn…

Did you open them back up yet?  Good.  Alright, imagine that stereotypical thug biker who wants to beat your senseless, steal your money, and rape your wife.  Got it?  Is he covered in tattoos?  More than likely yes.

Tattoos tend to carry a stigma.  People who have them are often looked down upon.  To some extent, this is understandable, but at the same time tattoos are much more widespread than they used to be.  I know of far too many middle-aged women with tramp stamps left over from their “rebellious” stage, ex-boyfriends names permanently etched into their skin because they just knew that after two weeks they would be together forever, and guys who thought a naked chick on their bicep was the perfect way to prove how cool they were to all the girls.

These people have marked their body permanently for one reason or another and are stuck with the consequences of their decisions.

Here’s where things get a little murky for me.  I think tattoos on guys, in moderation and only in certain areas, can be acceptable depending on the design.  My husband, for starters, has two tattoos – one on each bicep.  On his left arm is a star with the word “zero” underneath.  On his right arm is a ninja star with a regular star inside.  Both tattoos use only black and blue coloring, neither have any sexual connotations.

My grandfather had two tattoos as well.  One on each ankle – a rooster and a pig.  Honey was in the Navy and, traditionally, a rooster and a pig tattooed on your ankles are supposed to keep a sailor from drowning.  I don’t know if it’s true or not, but Honey certainly didn’t drown.  As with Jaime’s tattoos, there is nothing even remotely sexual about Honey’s tattoos.

Tattoo Locations

Tattoo Locations

Jaime and Honey both have/had their tattoos in areas that are easily covered.  All Jaime has to do is wear a t-shirt and all Honey had to do was wear socks or pants, and he usually wore both.

Tattoos on girls, though, are iffy for me.  I’m sure you caught my use of the phrase “tramp stamp” above.  If not, you aren’t very observant.  By now, if you don’t know how I feel about the issues of modesty and covering yourself help before you go out in public, then you really need to pay more attention.  Oddly, though, the lower back (traditionally the locations of tramp stamps) is one of the few areas I think are acceptable for girls to have tattoos.  That, and the area just inside the shoulder blade (but off center from the spine) are acceptable to me.

You’re probably sitting there thinking, “This chick is completely psychotic!  She’s such a hypocrite!  What is wrong with her?”  Well, I know I make no sense to anyone who isn’t me.  I’m not sorry about that.

And I know a lot of girls get feet tattoos, but that’s just gross.  Feet are disgusting!

Anyways, we’ve had a post about judging people before, and I’ll be the first to say that I judge everyone.  If you have tattoos, I judge you.  Depending on the tattoos you have, the visibility, and whether you’re male or female all contributes to my judgement.

tokidoki® Barbie® Doll - Tattoo Close-ups

tokidoki® Barbie® Doll - Tattoo Close-ups

The above picture shows close-ups of the tokidoki® Barbie® Doll’s tattoos.  None of them seem extremely or obviously sexual.  Although I can’t quite make out the words under the crowned heart, it does appear to say “mon amour” on the second ribbon.  Based on the name of the Barbie and the few letters I can see clearly on the top ribbon, I would guess that it says “tokidoki.”

If I was to see someone walking around in public wearing her outfit with these tattoos partially visible (as shown in the first picture), my first though would be, “Oh no, not another freak who likes pink!  I hate pink!”  Followed shortly by, “Ugh…  Have a little class, lady.  Having someone scribble stupid crap all over you does not make you cool.  You look like a moron who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘moderation.’”  Depending on my observations of her behavior and attitude, (assuming, of course, that there is time for this sort of observation) would determine any other judgments I may make.

I know people covered in tattoos who are worthless.  I know people who pass all of society’s usual shallow judgments who are worthless.  I know people covered in tattoos who are the nicest people ever.  They donate their time and money to worthy causes and are always helping other people.

In the end, Barbie’s “choice” to ink herself up and look like trailer trash doesn’t change who she is on the inside.  It may negatively impact her ability to get a job one day, but considering that Barbie is also a princess, I don’t think she’s too worried about that.

Princess of Ireland™ Barbie® Doll

Princess of Ireland™ Barbie® Doll

In regards to the tokidoki® Barbie® Doll, aside from the fact that she has no taste, I see no problem with Mattel having created, marketed, and sold this doll.  So she’s got a few tattoos.  Big deal!  It’s not like they’ve made Prostitute Barbie!

Also, I really miss my collectible Barbies…  I might have to start collecting again.  Might…  I’m not sure they’re worth the time, space, or money, really.  But they’re fun to have.  And I really want that Princess of Ireland up there.  She’s pretty with skin as white as mine!  In fact, the whole Princess Collection is pretty cool!

My Rambling Autobiography

 Posted by Alysha DeShaé on Wednesday, November 09, 2011 at 07:00 pm  Me, Scribbles, Thoughts
Nov 092011
 
Rambling Thoughts

Inspired by the few I’ve discovered through various means, I’ve chosen to do my own rambling autobiography.  Be scared…  Also, if it’s in block quotes, it isn’t part of this writing exercise.

I was born April 12, 1984.  I’ve never stayed too long away from my family.  I moved to Texas when I was in middle school and again for a year after college, but I always came back.  I married my high school love New Year’s Day of 2011.  I love taking pictures.  My cats are my children.  My niece is second favorite person.  The first favorite is my husband, naturally.  I can’t cook without a recipe.  I remember characters in books better than people I’ve known my entire life.  Jaime let me have one of the rooms in the house as a library in exchange for me letting him have the other as a playroom/office.  I sleep best on the floor in my library surrounded by my books.

I love visiting the library, but since I’ve gotten my nook I haven’t gone nearly as often as I would like.  I enjoy music, but I don’t care one bit about the people who sing/play it.  I’m an Atheist, but religions intrigue me.  I enjoy reading some Christian fiction because I find it funny.  I recently discovered that there is a genre of Christian romance books – I haven’t read any yet, but I will.  Romance books turn me off.  Historical romance books make me giggle.  I love reading about history.  I keep a list of soon-to-be-released books on my expo board with their release dates so I don’t forget them.  Goodreads is quickly becoming my most visited site.  I’m a hardcore GoogleGirl, but I can’t tell you the name of their CEO; I just use and love their products.

I follow Randall Milholland on Twitter because I love his comic and he constantly makes me laugh.  I sometimes abuse Twitter, but I enjoy updating when I have the ability.  I work at Cabela’s and actually enjoy my job and the people with whom I work.  I hate needing to work.  I’m fluffy because I prefer reading to moving.  Without the internet, I would be even more boring than I am.  I’m okay with being boring.  Pop music is pleasing to me even if I’m “too old” for it.  I still listen to boybands and all the music I listened to when I was younger.  My music library is completely formatted at 128kbps in the AAC format and I’m a little disappointed in myself for doing that.  My iPod Classic and iTunes are the only Apple products I like.

If I could find an open source alternative to iTunes that would manage my music files as well as iTune does then I would switch in a heartbeat.  I use iGain to normalize my music files.  I use Calibre to organize, manage, and convert (if necessary) my ebooks and I also use it to push the ebooks to my nook.  My nook is the one item that I always have with me.  I read more than ever now that I have an ereader.  I still insist on DTEs of books I enjoyed, but ebooks are perfectly acceptable for all books, especially the books I didn’t like so much that I’ll reread them regularly.  My family has always picked on me for reading so much, but not in a mean way.  They just know that all presents given or received will be book related.

I get my love of reading most obviously from my grandmother – we’re constantly sharing books.  My mom used to read to me when I was younger.  My parents always made sure I had books available to me.  My dad got rid of all my Goosebumps, Babysitters’ Club, Great Illustrated Classics, Box Car Children, and a few other sets one year at a garage sale.  I didn’t find out until all that was left were a few of my V. C. Andrews’ books.  I broke down in tears.  I have a large collection of Golden Books and a moderate collection of other children’s books and movies for when I have kids.  I use Book Collector and Movie Collector (from Collectorz) to manage and catalog my DVD and DTE book collections.  My library is finally organized the way I like it.  At this point in time, I have only come across one series of books that I feel should be burned, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

Rambling Thoughts

Rambling Thoughts

If I’m at my computer, I’m either listening to music or watching something on netflix.  If I’m writing a book review, I like to listen to classical music or movie scores.  When I play Pottermore, I listen to the Harry Potter soundtracks.  I do not own any of the Harry Potter movies.  I didn’t buy any of the Harry Potter books until they were available in the trunk box set.  Ditto for Percy Jackson.  The Twilight books were all out by the time my grandmother told me I needed to read them, so I bought a boxed set when I got them.  Jaime started buying me the collector’s edition Twilight books, and now that the last one is out, I’m going to get rid of the box set.  I have a small rock that I keep on my bookshelf near the Twilight books to help illustrate my defense against sparkly vampires.

Jaime thinks I like Twilight a lot more than I actually do, and that’s okay with me.  I only have one Willow Tree figurine, Promise, and it was bought on our honeymoon.  Jaime is the only guy who has ever bought me real jewelry, and he started in high school with a beautiful crucifix for my 16th birthday.  I still have and occasionally wear the crucifix in spite of my lack of belief.  I can’t remember ever believing in a god; my theory is that my parents did a horrible job of explaining the difference between God and Santa.  I still have the deep belief that the Easter Bunny is real even though I know the trick my parents used to get me to believe when I was younger.  My birthday has fallen on Easter Sunday twice so far in 1998 and 2009; it will happen again in 2020.  Right now, all I can think about are bookends – I need 30 of them.

I’ve recently discovered a love for graphic novels.  I have two sets of the “Chronicles of Narnia,” neither are movie-cover tie-ins, both are numbered differently from the publisher, and I’ve read each set several times.  I have more pictures of my cats and niece than almost anyone or anything else.  I still have stuffed animals from when I was a baby.  I have two stuffed dragons (one blue, one red) hanging from the ceiling in my library that Jaime bought me last year.  I can’t imagine how I would get off-track during a “rambling autobiography,” but I still feel as though I’ve done this wrong because it’s longer than any of the others I’ve seen.

I’m thinking that I should have gone to Jaime’s room to type this.  My life does, to some extent, revolve around books and reading, but typing my thoughts while surrounded by my books certainly emphasized that.  Well, I can’t see how it could remain the way it’s supposed to if I go back and edit it, so I’m leaving it as is.

Write your own rambling autobiography and leave me a link to read it!  For that matter, type it in the comments!  I’m really curious to see how others will do this little activity.  Just start typing about yourself and see where your thoughts take you.  :-)

By the way, I have a playlist of songs that have never been played after being added to my library that I leave playing so that the songs scrobble to Lastfm.  I also have a playlist of songs that have been played fewer than three times that I often play while working at my computer to insure that I listen to every song at least twice.  I use my mom’s and brother’s computers to back-up both my ebook library and my music library.  My mom recently gave me a simple recipe for baking chicken and I’m planning to use it for the second time tonight.  Jaime and I often eat the same meal a few days in a row when I cook so I can get more practice.  Hormel makes microwavable roasts that are fantastic!

I use Microsoft Paint on a regular basis even though I have PhotoShop and PaintShop.  I really like eating chicken.  The only thing better than chicken is turkey.  My favorite meal, though, is meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots and peas.  I really love sweet iced tea.  I have a cup full at my hand and another pitcher steeping right now.  The paragraph spacing in this post was done mostly to help make it easier to read, not to separate ideas.  Writing is something I would love to do, but my plot ideas tend to fizzle out because I either over-simplify or over-complicate them.  I considered participating in NaNoWriMo this year, but forgot about it until after the start of the month and decided against starting late.

I will definitely participate next year.  I participate in the Alzheimer’s Walk to Remember in Baton Rouge every year along with my family in memory of Honey, my grandfather.  Certain people in my family drive me bananas!  Other people in my family are counted among my best friends even though I don’t actually talk to them as often as I would like.  I’m horrible when it comes to keeping in touch with someone.  I had an internet penpal once, but forgot to check my email for a few weeks and was too embarrassed to email them back after ignoring them for so long.  I interact more with strangers online than with people I know in real life.  I prefer pixels to people.  I prefer penguins to dogs.  I’m a cat person.

I was going to continue typing until I realized the time.  I need to throw some chicken in the oven, clean the litter box, and sweep up a bit before Jaime gets home.  Enjoy this incredibly long rambling autobiography brought to you by yours truly.  ^_^

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