How (SOS)Wryter Became A Human Being
People tell me I've changed since my SOSWryter days. I'm not sure what that means... exactly. Sure, I moved to California. My hair is bright red now and falls like curly flames onto my shoulders. I drink fewer Diet Rockstars. I clean out the inside of my car before clumps of soil take root. I've stopped throwing cigarette butts out the window (yes, I started smoking again...). I can laugh at myself.
I sobered up.
Since 2005 when I was last on Blogdrive, (publishing what I now consider the most negative, annoying and self-serving blog in the Western Hemisphere) my life has taken a few...
But...I feel validated when I honk.
Does this apply if... I don't exist...?
The Fossil Distraction
I had a day. Not a super crappy day, but not superfantastic either. Just one of those days that leads me wandering into my fossil collection because they make for excellent distractions and have this calming effect on me. One thing about fossils...they are ALL older than me. Their time on this earth, live time that is...ended millions of years ago. So, just to look at one makes me grateful for any feeling resonating from inside of me. Even the sort of sad ones...
I have this favorite fossil. I call it my "curly thing." I believe the rock hound term for it is "ammonite" but...I'm not a rock...