Resistance is futile

You guys, I am such a nerd … and that doesn’t bother me. I learned years ago to accept the nerdier things about myself and enjoy them. I can still be the funny, intelligent and sexy woman that I am, no matter what some of my geekier proclivities might be. So here are my confessions on that.

• I am a trekkie. I used to not tell people that, but I’m just openly admitting to it these days. Not only do I watch all of the shows but, I can tell you the distinction between a Vulcan and a Vorta, or a Tribble and a Trill. I know the difference between the Alpha and the Delta quadrant. I can tell you Seven of Nine’s real name (Annika Hansen) and where she is on my personal scale of Star Trek hotness (between Uhura and Jadzia Dax). I’ve given you just the tiniest taste of my enjoyment of all things Trek and I’ll leave you with it, but let me just say, I have no costumes or uniforms, but I did attempt to learn Klingon once.
• I hate porn. But I love erotica. What’s the difference? Erotica you read and picture in your head. It’s just so much hotter to me than watching a flick. Tell me, what in the hell is sexy about watching some fish oil slick bohunk with horrible hair and a lazy eye pump and groan on top of some poor fatherless chick with saline filled dirigibles strapped to her breastplate by the thinnest layer of skin imaginable? And having to listen to those same two make blatantly unsexy noises? I would so much rather get turned on by ingesting words and creating my own sensual mental picture turned lascivious utopia.
• I love words. As you can tell from the last sentence (and from half a dozen other entries I’ve done about the subject. Language is fun for me and I don’t take it lightly. There is little as stimulating to me as good conversation, by which I mean talking to someone interesting who uses words well, but not condescendingly. Having an extensive lexicon is the quickest step to being (and seeming) intelligent, in my opinion. And I can never understand why an educated person wouldn’t want to improve their vocabulary. I used to read the dictionary (and encyclopedia) as a kid and I think I’m a better (if nerdier) person for it.
• I’m an knowledge junkie. I know obscene amounts of trivia and random minutiae. I am very good at Trivial Pursuit, Jeopardy and games of that ilk. Like I just stated, I used to read the encyclopedia. I look something up on wikipedia almost every day. I like maps, love history, read voraciously and just consume information by the boatload. Again, I actually dig this about myself. I enjoying knowing strange and offbeat things that others might not.

So that is about all for right now. I know there are many more geeky things that I could mention, but that’s enough for right now. I’m not ashamed of it and neither should anyone else be. Let’s stop hiding our nerd lights under a bushel. Let your freak flag fly. LOL.

You don't know me ...

The biggest part of how others see us is how we see ourselves. I've always known this, but I think it becomes more obvious to me everyday. I have for a few years been complaining that people view me as more hard or unfeeling than I am. But I've noticed this weekend that I spend a lot of time and energy posturing myself as someone very much like that. I mean it's true, I've always been someone with a very tough outer shell, but that carapace has always been to protect the very mushy center of me. People who know me really well are fully aware of this, but most others believe my hype. And this technique has always been very helpful in protecting me from certain things and people. But the down side is of course that I have a much harder time letting new people see past that and getting to know me as I truly am. And the hardest part of all, is letting go myself of the notion that I am this hardcore granite feeling person. It's like the only times I think it's acceptable to be overtly emotional is when I'm by myself. And that's fallacy. Not only do I cut myself off from other people, but I create this dichotomy whereby I have two disparate emotional states and that's just not healthy.
So I guess that I have to find a way to integrate my softer side and to not be so adamant about my toughness. *so much easier said than done*.
Hey, life is a journey and a never ending process. I have to keep reminding myself of that.

Other than that, this is an amazing trip. It has indeed rained most of the time, but that's okay. I haven't been this relaxed in a long time. Amazing!

Put one hand up, Can you repeat that *

So I'm in the home stretch here. Just 2 hours or so until I leave for my Memorial Day Weekend Girls Trip! I am so excited. When I first planned this get together I had had all these ideas of things we might do and places we might go. Now I'm just excited to be with my girls away from all of my immediate issues for a couple of days. We've got ladies on the way, plenty of liquor and a waterside villa to chill out in. It should be fun no matter how much or little we do. I can't wait. I'm sure that we'll have some super deep drunken conversation that will bring up a topic I should write about. So I might be back here sooner rather than later. But, I'm out of here right this moment. TTFN!


* I have to admit that I've been singing "Where My Girls At" to myself all day. Yes, I am ashamed. LOL.

A Glossary of Ignorance, Pt. 2

Read the original posting on this.

My mother's students are at it again. This time I specifically picked simpler words. I tried really hard to pick things that I thought they would surely at least have heard before. The top student this time, knew eight words. EIGHT!!! I am so sad for our future right now. I'll bet if I asked them for lyrics to the latest track from The Dream or Lil Wayne, they'd be all over it. But their personal lexicon, who cares! I can't take it. I'm like Sam Cooke "That's it, I quit. I'm moving on".

Here are the words. See for yourself.


glower: to stare angrily or with a scowl.
torrid: drying or scorching with heat; burning; parching.
palpable: plain; distinct; obvious.
listless: having no desire or inclination.
melee: a confused conflict.

genial: sympathetically cheerful and cheering; kindly.
raucous: unpleasantly loud and harsh.
jovial: merry; joyous; jolly.
solace: comfort in grief.
dour: stern or unyielding or gloomy.

edify: to instruct and improve.
exalt: to praise, glorify, or honor.
banal: commonplace; trivial.
affable: easy to speak to; also, gracious.
skulk: to hide in a sneaking manner.

ostracize: to banish or expel.
berate: to scold severely or angrily.
panache: dash or flamboyance in manner or style.
paragon: a model of excellence or perfection.
vet: to subject to thorough appraisal; to evaluate.

adage: an old saying.
contrite: feeling or expressing grief and regret for sins or offenses.
spry: nimble.
yen: a strong desire or inclination.
oblivious: forgetful; also, unmindful.

surly: ill-humored; sullen and gruff.
jovial: merry; joyous; jolly.
requisite: required; indispensable.
errant: wandering; deviating from appointed course or direct path.
deign: to condescend.

The names have all changed since you hung around

Wow, it seems like ages since I’ve written anything. Work has been crazy these last few weeks and I’ve been feeling it. But I’m back and ready to go. Now all I need is something to write about. You would think that a few weeks away would give me a plethora of topics to speak on, but mostly it’s the same old issues I’ve been discussing ad nauseum for the year that I’ve been blogging. I’ve been keeping a list of thoughts and possible topics on a Post-it note at my desk, but as I tend to think in rather serpentine patterns, I can’t even begin to recall what I meant in these vague notes.

So, I’m stuck with the sixty-four thousand dollar question of what do I write about? Therefore, I posit to you, my (very) few readers. What do you think I should write about?

Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something on my own soon. I’m not going to sit around waiting for some spark of human interest to light the creative fire within me.

Laugh of the day

I just got a text from a friend that said,

I need a chastity belt.

I laughed and thought "Wow, do I know what you mean!" And doesn't that say quite a bit about me (and my friends)? LOL