I really couldn’t think of a title for this post because while I feel like posting–mostly just to remove the graphic-intensive previous post from the top–I don’t really know what I want to post about. I guess I’ll just ramble. After all, I’m pretty good at that. Or at least, so people tell me. Honestly, I don’t think I’m all that great at talking–to individuals or to groups. I think my thought processes are so convoluted and sped up that what comes out of my mouth is random bits and pieces of lengthy conversations and calculations done in my head that don’t exit my mouth properly. I have the same problem when I’m typing. I’m thinking about five sentences ahead and by the time I actually get the words on the screen for the first sentence, the next five sentences are messing up the first. Hmm. I think I’ve already sufficiently messed up this post already, and I feel I haven’t even begun.

I recently logged into my ISU e-mail account. I get picked on quite a bit for not checking my e-mail very often. In fact, I have all but stopped checking my Yahoo account. I let my Hotmail account go because it was so full of random crap. My Gmail account is better, but it too is slowly accumulating jumk mail. I’ve created a new Gmail account to which I am going to transfer all my e-mail addresses from Yahoo and the first Gmail account and hopefully I will use that one solely for friends and family. Technically, I have a third Gmail account that only a few people know about. I used it for my French comics project with Tony. Tony, there’s someone I haven’t talked to in a while. I really need to e-mail him…and everyone else. I’ve just dropped off the planet for about 90% of the people I know simply because I’ve ceased paying close attention to my e-mail accounts. Even when I do check them anymore, it’s to clear junk out. I read most of the stuff people send me that aren’t forwards, but then I don’t actually bother to reply, even with a “Hi, I’m still alive and I got your message.” I guess I’m so used to the webpage as an outlet for my daily (or rather, weekly) activities, that I forget that only a handful of people actually viist the site to see what’s going on. Technically, I suppose there could be more than four or five people reading the site, but since lurkers don’t post (and I’m as guilty of that as any of you lurkers), their numbers are pretty impossible to count. If I had a desk job again, one where I sat at a desk for eight hours a day in front of a computer with a fairly fixed schedule, I think I’d get back into the habit of checking my e-mail. As it stands, I sit in front of the computer now just long enough to read my daily comics, watch Netflix movies, and play WoW. The WoW playing is about the only really active thing I do on the computer anymore, and it’s pretty hard to check e-mail while killing raptors and ogres. Honestly, I have little to no idea as to where this was heading. I just got a phone call that interrupted my chain of thought, not that it was likely to go anywhere anytime soon anyway.

The house is a mess. Last week I did a lot of massive cleaning mostly in the form of picthing lots of old papers and organizing the ones I’m keeping as well as trying to get my crafts stuff in some semblance of order. I haven’t cleaned nearly as much this week, unfortunately, which means that the pile of papers and crafts I was going through is still sitting rather ominously in a dozen piles in the middle of the living room. There’s also the recycle bin of cans I’ve been working on crushing. We actually had two recycle bins full of cans, but I’ve crushed one so far. Our bins aren’t all that big either, but the can crusher isn’t the gentlest thing on my hands, and I’ve noticed that too much pressure anywhere on my body simply hurts and is annoying. Kitty stepping on me hurts, Ian poking me in the arm hurts, etc. I think my muscles have just gotten too soft which is why crushing cans is good, but it takes a while to rebuild muscles, and knowing my luck, it’ll never happen. I think I’m simply doomed to be squishy and flabby forever despite the fifty sit-ups a day and running on the elliptical. Of course, my arthritis getting in the way of working out doesn’t help, but the weather this week has been nice. So why do I still ache? Maybe I overdid it last week. Who knows. I just know that I also need to find my hand weights if I’m ever going to be able to lift anything heavy again. After all, we’re planning on moving this fall.

Well, that paragraph wandered around a bit. I’m not surprised. There has been a lot on my mind lately, and I haven’t bothered to sit down and just talk about it. Stuff does happen around here. Currently, Gelb (one of the Glofish) is hanging out under the base of the green plant in the tank because it’s sticking up and there’s a little opening down there and I guess she thinks it’s a cave. Kitty puked just inside the living room door, an inch from the wood floor where it would have been easier to clean it up than on the carpet. Ian’s frying potatoes right now. He works in an hour. I found someone’s driver’s license in the Wal-Mart parking lot yesterday and turned it in to an officer in the courthouse who was incredibly helpful. He even pointed out the post office for me so I could mail Jessica’s pillows. The lady at the post office was running through all those “is it explosive, liquid, dangerous” type questions when I said, “They’re pillows” so she said, “So no on all of those.” Then she made a comment about how it’s cheaper to mail a big box to LGT than it is to just drive there. Too true, especially since the minivan hasn’t been getting the best gas mileage lately because her rear right tire won’t stay full. She’s on her last legs, really. Another couple hundred miles and she’ll be sitting on 260,000 miles. Speaking of miles, Ian pointed out that the green blanket I’m crocheting right now will use over a mile of yarn. Madness. It’s coming along though. I’ve used two skeins already and am well into the third. I’ve got two more skeins which should finish it off nicely. I just picked up some blue yarn yesterday while I was running around. Guess whose blanket that will be? I called Tommy to ask him what color blanket he’d want, but got his voice mail. I should try again today or something.

Well, the potatoes are done. I’m going to go eat. Sorry about the long post. Guess my mind was leaking more than usual today.

Addendum: Just wanted to add some more randomness. No idea what got me thinking about this. This is about me. It just strikes me as odd that I’m out on the internet in places where I didn’t put myself either personally or professionally.