It’s been some time since the last post, but there are reasons. None that are quite as good as being caught up hanging with the bestest of friends while enjoying concerts and other various activities on the way, so that’s where we’ll start today. The Argosy has blocked, I’m again two socks ahead of my posting self, and there’s another project of potential life sucking proportions on the needles. These things will come later. Today we celebrate. It’s my birthday, after all.
This makes me a pisces. According to some random wiki editors out there, fish people are “thought to be dreamy, romantic, humorous, generous, emotional, receptive, affectionate, and have an honest character, but are also prone to exaggeration, fickleness, passiveness, hypersensitivity, and paranoia”. All true, and + to the part about solitude to dream in.
March has always been my favorite month. Not just for the obvious. I love cloudy rainy weather, and this calendar time period is full of it. My birthday fits in a nice nest of warm memories for me, what with being part Irish and the whole thing that goes down on the 17th, as well as enjoying the Ides with my literate self, and the birthdays of other family members on the 18th and 22nd.
I was born in the USA, in the biggest little state of the union, although it is the one with the longest name, and is alternatively known (incorrectly) here in the South as “that island off New York”, or the state used as comparison to small natural disasters. Texas is usually used as the measurement for large natural disasters, if you aren’t from a locale that uses such terminology.
From what I understand, I am technically no longer from there as the majority of my life has been spent in the South now. When I go back North to visit family, however, I always get the feeling that I’m really home.
I have visited 31 of the 50 states, including Hawaii. I have permanently resided in 6 of them and have lived overseas and on U.S. Territories.
My hobbies range from old ingrained habits – reading, photography, journaling – to the ones you know of knitting, spinning, and even the occasional scrapbooking.
The best television show currently running is the reimagined Battlestar Galactica. There is nothing one could say to convince me otherwise.
If I could have any wish in the world granted it would be for everyone to accept who they are and love themselves. Of course, this would have some genie like twist to it that would cause the population to spontaneously explode in some form of sociopathic rage or another, because the lesson that should be learned is everything in the world has a purpose, even the hate and discrimination people are capable of. Some ascribe this to Chaos. I wonder at how it holds humanity back.