well whaddya know

I thought I'd start off my new experience of blogging with a lot of whining just to get it out of the way. Now I go back and read it, and it's some serious whining. Not like me at all. Or is it? that's the issue, that's the problem, there's the confusion. What is me like?

I had an epiphany, right around Epiphany oddly enough. I realized that finally, there was absolutely no reason not to be who I wanted to be and live the life I wanted to live. All would have much more satisfactory if I had realize this, oh, say, in my 20's, but it's better late than never. I don't have to seem compentent at things I am not competent at. It's okay to admit that I don't know everything. Well, that's a little pointless, seeing as I do actually know everything. Or nearly everything. And what I don't know I can look up. Like Her Highness the Bagel of Everything says, I don't have to know things. The Internet knows things for me. I lurve me the internets. I lurve the strange language that has me looking up things in the Dictionary of Urban Slang. I love kitty pidgin and pictures of cats with snarky sayings on them. I love, love, love finding other people who say fuck way too much. I love smart people. although that is not the only type encountered on the internet, and today I even ran across a blog that does nothing else but celebrate the stupid. Case in point, at one time I spent a lot of time on tribes.net, mostly lurking, but I joined the Laughing Smiling tribe so I could comment on their hilarious posts and writing stories one random insane line at a time. I don't remember anymore what we were talking about in retail, but I remarked that my life at my old job would have been far better if
someone would just have put an IQ meter at the front door. I got a few laughs from other people, and one memorable post from someone who had to have been a Valley Girl, there is no other explanation possible. "Wow!" she gushed "Where did you get one of those? Post a pic when you get a chance!" I was totally nonplussed. I had nothing. I had to just walk away from the keyboard.

I have met some people who seem to have a slightly dark turn of mind in the craft world of the internets. It was all Marilyn Manson's fault, actually. One day I got to wondering what kind of towels he had in his kitchen. I couldn't really believe that he had the stupid kitchen/floral/chickens towels from Wal-Mart, there had to be towels for the Goth. Didn't there? I'd never seen any. Skulls on terrycloth. Bloodstained dishrags. canisters with spiders for your sugar, flour and rice. Nope. So I started searching, thinking maybe I had something there. Maybe it could make me some money. And then I found the Anticraft.http://www.theanticraft.com/go there. now. you'll thank me later.

Anticraft is an online magazine, with projects, articles, and many other things for the slightly sinister. Now, there is a book. And a very, very lively forum where I've met people from I don't even know how many wheres, some of them aren't even on this continent. Awesome! And reading the blog of the Anticraft founders, Zabet Stewart and Renee' Rigdon, I found the cult of the LOLTheists.http://loltheist.com/
go there, immediately if not sooner.
oh, you want to know about the towels and Marilyn Manson? That, my friends, is a tale for another day.