Stupid bloody facebook

Well, now it's official. I have one more damn "social networking" site to manage. That's number nine. I can't take this anymore! I'm cutting down on this. There aren't enough hours in the day. Don't you people ever go outside? Eat? Sleep? Play with your kids? Talk to your spouse or whomever? I have a life ya know. I make things, I cook, clean, I write, I think! Now I'm on facebook. The only reason is because two people, whom I happen to like very much, seem to appear on facebook more than anyplace else. If I want to stay in touch, I have to be there, too. So here's what's going to happen.

I'm keeping my twitter account (/silverbugs), but I'm devoting it to everything I do, not just the business. I still have my email addresses, but if you want 'em, you gotta contact me on facebook or myspace. I have enough spam.

I'm keeping my original myspace page (/indeliblepink). Adios, jewelry myspace page. Sayonara, rp pages. Well, I might pop in on those from time to time. They're for a couple of LOST characters and we're on hiatus right now.

I've got the new facebook page.

I've got this blogger page. I'm ditching my business blog. Sorry.

I'm still on Etsy (see the column to your right).

And that's it!

No more of this nonsense. And for the record, I only met people I really liked on myspace.

::blows raspberry::

Furubamania, etc.

Can I just say how much I love Furuba right now? Fruits Basket, that is (it's a manga series).

How is it that I never discover anything worthwhile until it's much too late? Furuba was first published in English in 2004. Long time ago, yes? It was the same with Harry Potter. Gosh, I never even would've considered reading that series until I joined a LOST book club! (How does that work?)

Sara, Chelsy--I want you to know, I'll be eternally grateful to you because you insisted that I read Prisoner of Azkaban. I know I was a real pain, I kept arguing with you and throwing a hissy fit. But it's because I like you both so much that I gave in. And now I have that experience--the experience of loving those characters, and learning how to write a story that just pulls you in. I was inspired. To think I could've gone my whole life never knowing...

It makes my eyes a bit watery. ::sniff::

Alas, but it was all too late. I didn't begin the series until a month after Deathly Hallows was released. I missed it. But at least I can still see the movies along with everyone else. I don't know about that last one, though. I don't know if I'm strong enough to sit there and watch my beloved Snape die.

But again, I digress.

I love Furuba! I love it more than anything right now. I was depressed because LOST is on hiatus till next year and, sadly, next season will be the last. LOST is one of the few things I've caught onto rather quickly. I jumped in mid-season 2. So I'm definitely not a noob. I love LOST so much--it fills my heart, it really does. I know that sounds hopelessly nerdy, but I don't care. That's who I am. A hopeless nerd. I wear my Ajira Airways t-shirt with pride. I even made some LOST jewelry that I keep telling myself I will sell but that I cannot bring myself to let go of just yet.

HP was over, LOST is coming to an end (how will I go on?). Bioshock is great, but my hubby already beat it and I'm just re-living the experience. Besides, Bioshock 2 isn't out till November this year. The Dallas Maverick's season won't start for a while. My vacation to Cabo is months away. It's hot around here, ain't nothing to do. But now I have my Furuba.

It brings me great happiness. I haven't laughed or cried so hard in a long time. I should go re-read LOTR, this summer, too. That will bring back old memories, like going to a high school reunion--except the people in LOTR were much more likable than the creeps I went to school with. Sheesh, they even make Grima Wormtongue look tame.

I just finished books 5 & 6 of Fruits Basket. I honestly have not cried so much since 2 years ago whilst reading "The Prince's Tale" in HP:DH. I cried for two weeks straight after reading that!

I think Kyo Sohma has definitely taken a piece of my heart forever. I'll never look at cats (or scary cat-like monsters) the same way again. ::sigh::

And, anyway, who cares if I'm twice the age of the average furuba-reader? I'll never grow up...



Oh, ah...and....as far as my latest writing adventure is concerned...
Damn, it's hard for me to go in-depth with characters! I have such a great background story, it's epic and I LOVE epic. I love sci-fi and the supernatural and LOSTish stuff like that. Good vs evil, fate vs free will blah blah blah. I got the two main characters down because I had started writing a story about them earlier this year. That didn't please me well enough, I started to get tired of it. So I transferred them to this new story. But I admit, being an aspie keeps me at a disadvantage in that--it's hard for me to relate to people. Difficult for me to empathize or sympathize with other humans. How to get into their heads? Even more challenging...how to get into their hearts? What makes a character so intriguing? What makes us care? That is something I have to work hard to understand, but...I will keep at it.

Dirty little secrets

*Random thought alert* As any self-respecting nerd knows, the 6th Harry Potter movie is being released in U.S. theatres at midnight tonight. SQUEE. Sadly, I'm not going, 'cause I don't wanna go alone and only my 12 year old son shares the obsession. I used to belong to a local HP fan club but, really--I had to quit because they were way too rowdy and not nearly nerdy enough for my taste. No offense guys, but the messy drunken parties were freaking me out. Anyway, so my husband comes home today, brings me an HP movie quiz. I know about 80% of the answers right off the bat. Now the other 20% are starting to get to me--I have to finish that quiz. I have to get the best grade, have to win. I am that competitive and obsessive. I do think it's weird that my hubby is actually encouraging me to watch all 5 HP movies tonight before we go watch the 6th one tomorrow. Usually he is very discouraging about my nerdiness and childish obsessions. I should be asking why he suddenly decides to support my habits. But those unanswered quiz questions are pickin' at my brain. The urge to go ape over HP again is rising...rising....

But that's not what this blog is about. What it's really about is, last night I registered on WrongPlanet.com

It's supposed to be a forum mostly for Aspies (but it's really okay for anyone to sign up). So I try to find a couple threads I can post on, you know, break the ice and such. I found an interesting one about obsessions (obsessing about a "special interest" is a character trait most aspies share). The idea was, the next person to post should try to "out-weird" the previous poster by elaborating on their own bizarre obsession.

Around page 25 it got a bit too weird, what with all the talk of straps, neoprene, sweat and...I won't go on about it. I kind of got intimidated and did not post my own.

So here they are.

The regulars (tried and true, years pass and still they have a pull on me)

• beads, I try to thin out the collection by making jewelry with 'em. I mostly like to touch them. I like to touch lots of things. I know that sounds kind of dirty but the sensation of touching different things with my fingers, different textures--it pleases me. It's weird because I don't much like being touched. So strange...
  
• France
• England
• sand, I collect sand from nearly every place I visit. I then like to categorize it, catalogue it, bottle it, label it, display it and move the displays around. I love to touch the sand, too. Just dip my finger in the bottle and feel it.
• Borax, I like the way it smells
• the way my husband's truck smells. Yeah, I have a weird obsession with smells, too. I like to go to my spice cabinet (and believe me, it's quite full) and just smell them all.
  
• mangos
  
• pale skin :) love that one, it looks like some people are cold to the touch, like they're made of marble, like a statue. That is fascinating to me. Then again, so is very, very dark skin.
  
• accents, and trying to figure out where a person is from just by hearing their accent (I make an on-going game of it and give myself points--sometimes in the middle of a person's speech I'll just blurt out something like "Detroit!" or "Aberdeen!")
  
• Furuba
• places I'm going in the near future (lately, that would be Cabo San Lucas)
• Slytherin, snakes, green & silver
  

Past loves (got tired of these and had to dump 'em)

• monarch Butterflies
• the Valenzetti equation
• making numbered lists of things
  
• stock market--memorizing co. abbreviations, stats, watching the numbers ALL DAY
• watch bands, I used to collect them for some unknown reason
• Benjamin Linus (from LOST)
  
• scrubbing things
• anagrams
  
• those tiny stickers on produce items that tell you what the item is and where it's from. True story: for a long time I collected as many of those as I could on a large piece of paper which I then proudly displayed on my fridge until my husband told me it was "too weird" and I had to throw it away ::sob::
  

Obsession of the moment (this is a good one, it might make it into the "regulars")

• Japan/anything having to do with the Japanese language & culture

I will admit, I do have a very obsessive personality. I have had a lifetime's worth (30 years) of practice keeping it hidden, though. If you meet me, I promise, you'll have no clue that I really obsess over the things I mentioned. I know how boring it is for people who have to hear about LOST or sand over and over again, every day. My poor hubby. My poor, poor son. But I think they find me "quirky" at the very least. They put up with me. It must not be too bad.