I know, this might be getting a little confusing, but I am going to continue some of my thoughts from my blog post that I last wrote on the Shrapnel blog. Isn’t that lovely? I guess having all these different avenues of expressing myself goes along with the whole theme of having all my different “parts” – something I am starting to come to terms with by the way. And I’m starting to see that there are many of my parts that haven’t been given a voice for a very long time either. Does that make sense? Well, it does to me, and does to some people out there in crazy town. It’s easy for me to blame myself for failing to ignore some of my parts. I mean, who else can I blame, right? Still, that’s my knee-jerk reaction. To blame myself for every god damned thing. But now I’m trying to break the cycle of that whole lame-blame-shame-spiral. I’m trying to do this by calling up my other parts to come help me.
Kvetches
All in Black
Oh, I’ve been having such fun lately. First this depression – then, when I find something to distract me from all of that (like making these little books to go with the flash drives), my Epson Stylus Photo R2880 takes a big crap on me. Actually, it’s more like it’s takenĀ hundreds of craps on me – all day, everyday, for the last few days. I’ve just about had it. I’m on the verge of throwing the thing through the window. And maybe I would if it wasn’t such an incredible machine otherwise.
Out of Hiding
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Truthfully, I’ve been very reluctant to post anything. It’s a hyper-sensitive time – for everyone. Writing my feelings about the outcome of this election is heavily complicated. On one hand, I’d like to address it – process my feelings as I type. Perhaps come out from the shadows. One the other hand, it’s really nobody’s business what I think. No one really cares anyway, and it doesn’t even matter. Or does it?
Unicorns and Rainbows
I know it might seem like it, but I’m really not feeling all that much better. Way back when Dan came to me, I was pretty down and out and he seemed to bring me out of feeling like crap, so you’d think that this guy would do me the same service. This is Mars and he came out of my pencil recently.



