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Happy February Holiday Day

Posted 2012.02.20 9.26 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

Happy February Holiday Day everyone!

Yes it’s the first long-weekend of 2012.

Unfortunately I’m writing this post at work, because my boss is a real b*tch and made me come in today.

It’s a real outrage I tell you, having to come to the office and work, on this most-holy of holiest of February days.

You know, February Provincial Holiday Day has been celebrated here for countless generations, dating all the way back to the year 2008.

Another little-known fact of February Provincial Non-Statutory Holiday Day is that the very first one was spontaneously celebrated when everyone just collectively decided:

F*ck it, it’s too damn cold out to go to work.

Yes, over the years February Provincial Non-Statutory Phoney-Baloney Holiday Day has had a long and storied history. For instance, in 2009 many people chose to celebrate by forgetting there was a long weekend in February and going to work anyways, only to discover the doors were locked.

And who can forget the fabulous 2010 festivities, where everyone we knew celebrated by sleeping in then making pancakes or waffles for brunch? Or 2011, when… when… ok well forget 2011, it must have been so great that we can’t even remember the awesomeness!

So for all of you out there celebrating 2012’s February Provincial Non-Statutory Make-Believe Phoney-Baloney Holiday Day, please make it the absolute best February Provincial Non-Statutory Make-Believe Phoney-Baloney Long-Weekend Holiday Day ever!

And maybe enjoy an extra waffle, for those of us who were forced to come to work today.

Embrace the Darkness

Posted 2009.11.26 8.52 in DID, Life On Drugs by Stephanie

I’m not much of a fighter. I believe in what I think is right, but I detest conflict of any kind. Often, I find it easier to just go along with things rather than put up a show of resistance.

The cryptospam has been fighting the darkness for me, but lately its been losing the battles, like its getting tired, or the darkness is getting stronger.

I try and distract myself quite a bit, with snails, cameras, pointless blather. It works more or less, but is definately just a temporary measure. No matter what, at the end of the day, night always falls. And then all that’s left is to wait and hope that dawn will come again.

Sometimes though, I wonder if fighting is the answer. If it might not be better to just embrace the darkness and despair, take it, hold it, own it, make it mine. Then maybe I’d be in control of it, rather than running from it or hiding from it. Though that sounds like a scary journey, and I don’t know if I’m up for it.

Still, doing nothing doesn’t seem like a good choice either. Things are feeling less real, different. My skin doesn’t feel like my skin any more. My hair feels fake. My eyes look different.

Logically I ‘know’ that the more-likely explanation is the only thing that is changing is my perception, but perception guides experience and vice versa. Right or wrong, if you can’t trust your senses, then you no longer know what’s real.

I don’t know what to do about it all.

Magical Miracle Mystery Babies? POSERS!

Posted 2009.07.13 17.21 in Aquaria by Stephanie

So a week ago I found baby snails in my aquarium. I was all surprised because my snails lay eggs and there had been no eggs – not even any mating. Consensus was that the trio of babies had hitch-hiked in on a plant or something. It happens.

But then, I kept finding more of them. And more of them. The count stands at eight now, and they are not all the same size. Most are about 3.5mm in diameter, but two are runts, half that size. Something just didn’t seem to add up.

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Posted 2008.05.21 0.00 in Computers/Internet/Technology by Stephanie

This is the false HPLX.

It has the motherboard of *my* HPLX but the case is all wrong.

Just look at it! You can tell it’s mocking me. Taunting me. It tries to look correct, tries to fit in.

Late at night when I should be asleep, I just know that…thing…is in my purse or on my desk.. just…sitting there.

I *have* to fix the old case and make things right.

Its. All. Wrong.