Life Lessons

Fun fact:
Things put on the stove have a hire probability of going up in flames than say … things put where they belong.

This post brought to you by other people’s irresponsibility.

The Like Button Is Not a Toy

Because there are rules here … there are rules!

Ok, I know that either makes no sense, or you’re now convinced that I’m crazy. For those of you who think I’m crazy, you clearly haven’t been paying attention. For those of you who don’t understand. . . read on.
I mean of course the facebook like button. It’s already an ambiguous enough button that can mean anything from I like what you said there, to I understand. Thus it probably makes entirely no sense to you for a person to make up their own rules about said button. These rules however are not of the ridiculous crazy person sort. These aren’t even rules I have to enforce, because people just get it. People–excuse me a lot of people–understand that there are some things you just don’t do.

Creep Liking

Ok, let’s face it, we all know the purpose of facebook is to stalk your friends. We’ve all done it, and facebook makes it so easy that if you tell me you never have, I’m not going to believe you. But there’s just something about leaving evidence of your stalking that makes it a little bit weird.
Tell me, when you get a notification on facebook saying that one of your friends just liked a status of yours from two years ago, what goes through your head? I think first how do you have so much time on your hands, and second why am I that interesting to you? To make it that much weirder, this happened to me back before the timeline made it easy to jump from year to year and month to month on any given person’s wall. If you wanted to see something I posted two years ago, you litterally had to scrol through everything I and everyone else ever posted to my wall since that point. I mean hey, if you really find me that fascinating, great, but I’d really just rather not know those things.

Confused Liking

Um, yeah. Inappropriate liking is one I think I get the most frustrated with. This would be one where you really don’t understand what the person is talking about, but you like the status anyway. Now, it’s one thing if you simply misunderstood the status and thought you knew what the person was talking about. I’ve definitely had that happen countless times., but if you like my status and then proceed to ask me what on earth I was talking about in that status, then you have no business liking it in the first place. How, I ask you dear reader, does that not make sense?

Friend Liking

Maybe I just find this one weird because I myself don’t do it, but liking a post I’m tagged in?
Say Suzie posts a status saying something like, “so much fun meeting Lyrikh for lunch today,” then tags me so that the post shows up on my wall. Now, if you know Suzie personally and like the status that’s cool, but if the only thing you know about Suzie is that she must be a friend of mine; why … just why would you like the status? Because I’m tagged in it? Because you like the idea that I had lunch with a friend you’ve never heard of? And what will Suzie think? That whole not knowing you thing might throw her off.

Birthday Post Liking

This is actually a new one that happened to me yesterday. I used to have a thing about wall post comments, as in whatever happened to posting your reply on my wall instead of as a comment to my original post, but now that facebook and my computer hate me, I am pretty much forced to wall post comment to anyone who writes on my wall. But liking someone elses birthday post to me? Is this the social media equivalent of signing your name to the present for the mutual friend when you had no plans to buy one yourself?
You do realize, that if someone writes happy birthday on my wall and you like that post, that does not count as a happy birthday, right? You’re aware of this?

There now, that wasn’t so unreasonable, was it? I’m sure there are a few more that have been committed, but I think that’s enough for you to get the point. Of course, if you’re liking everything I ever post for giggles, then that’s just annoying on its own.
Oh like button, where did we go wrong with you?

Safe …?

I am not safe. It is not safe.

This is quite possibly my last internet refuge from the stalkers. Ok, I realize anyone can come here and follow this blog–which I fully encourage–but so far, certain someones do not know about it yet.
One thing I really miss about my account being private on twitter is having to aprove anyone who wanted to follow me. I could and have blocked accounts that seemed on the shady side, but I happen to know the certain someones are real living breathing people. The worst part however is that I actually see them somewhat regularly.
Ok, let me back up a bit so you don’t think I’m quite as much of an aweful person as I know I must sound right now.

The internet stalkers are two people who seem to be fangirling me all over the social media. (can you tell I’m not cut out to be famous)? Honestly, they’re nice people and I like them just fine in person, but I see no reason to like every thing I post on facebook like I’m made of freaking gold or something!
Did I say like enough times there?
like like like like like like like like
That’s what they do to my statuses. It’s gotten to the point where even if they didn’t like any of my statuses for a week, I would still get annoyed at the first like from either one of them.So
Ok, I know what you’re thinking now, “Why don’t you just ask them to stop?”
Oh sure, you go up to one of your facebook friends and ask them to please stop liking your statuses. I am just not that person. I am more the type of person to try to drop subtle hints; only I guess I am a bit too obscure at times. Besides, if I straight out asked them to stop, they would probably laugh and think I was being funny, or it would hurt their feelings. Please understand, I do not want to hurt anyone’s feelings, I am just annoyed.

So now that that’s off my chest, anyone still here? No? no one?
Hmm, I really should work on my people skills.

The Aweful Inbetween

Aaaahhh More snow!
You know what it is? It’s because everyone keeps saying they are done with winter and snow. Don’t they know better?
Anyway, on to the real subject of this post, Writing.
I have just finished a story to which I had grown much attached. I guess I do that with most of my writing, but especially with stories that are part of a series. This particular story was not directly part of the series, but it involved some of the characters.
But now I have finished it and I am in that aweful inbetween place before I start another story. There is nothing so quite like being in the middle of writing a story, especially one that you have a clearish sense of where it is going.
Of course this is probably more evidence that I need to just write for a living. I should first work on being slightly less attached to my writing so that I’m not completely devistated at the thought of editors chopping up my work though. Eek!
Ok, more dramatic than I actually feel, but you get the point. And now, since I clearly live the life of luxury, I am going to have breakfast … and write. Hopefully there will be writing.
Cheers!

Happy Howling

Happy 2013!
We have been buried under three weeks of snow here, and we’re probably supposed to get more. I do love snow and all, but too much gets to be … ya know, too much.
In any case, I know it’s february and all, but I can still wish you a happy new year.
Happy frost moon as well. It’s one of my favorites.
Howl nice and loud.

And Now On To Christmas

I hope everyone’s turkey day was grand!
For those of you who don’t eat turkey, I hope your substitute tasted just like chicken–er–the real thing? I hope it tasted exactly how you dreamt it would. And for those of you who don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you keep reading and are at least entertained.
A few things you should make a note of, and some things I learned:

1. black Friday is the official day I will recognize christmas music with out inwardly snarling at anyone. I will also except Christmas tunes on Thanksgiving itself, especially if requested by two adorable little boys while I play the Trusty Lute for them.
2. The wire fox Terrier is apparently a popular dog. Who knew.
3. Clearly I’ve been going about this whole adopt myself out for the hollidays all wrong. The lute is magical people, magical!
4. If you give one recipe for cooking squash, you will instantly recieve about a dozen in return.
5. Trying to identify foreign and mostly obsolete kitchen tools is tuns of fun!
6. Lining those same tools up on the table though, looks like a mini torture chamber.
7. Home-made salad dressing is amazing.
8. Turkey peaces in a bowl is a great snack. Unless of course you are against the eating of gobble birds.”
9. Small children enjoy live music so long as they can dance to it.
10. Trusty Lute is a great investment for entertaining children
11. If you play a concert on Thanksgiving, you may lose some of your audience to the football game. But it will be ok, because if there are adorable children who like music or dancing, they will sit and let you play forever; even if you have to learn songs on the fly to keep going.
12. Also about those adorable children, they may encourage you to eat faster if you stop to snack mid concert.
13. And finally, if you decide to have tea and coffee and chat after the meal is over, it’s a good idea to put the food away. Otherwise you will just keep eating it. Trust me.

Happy hollidays everyone!

The Rider

I really do keep meaning to post earlier, but it is still Monday and Monday means fiction!
Picking up from
here
where I last left you,the tale continues.
For those of you who are new to this story or who just want to refresh your memories, just follow the “dragon story” category.
And now. . .

The rider was a curious sight sitting astride his horse. He was short for a man, and thin too as he dismounted. Kaylin straightened up and took a firmer grip on the sledgehammer she had brought out with her.
“Papa isn’t here,” she said as the rider came toward her.
He had, in fact, been called away on special errand to the castle. They had come late for him; two of the kings soldiers as for a prisoner. Kaylin had said as much to the men, but Papa had told her to hush and not to worry. He hadn’t done anything against the law, or that might displease the king and queen. Kaylin worried though. And now here was this mysterious rider.
Had they come for her now? Had her papa been a prisoner after all? But why only one man? And he did not look like a soldier.
The horse was quality though; Kaylin had seen enough of horses to know a rich man’s horse from a poor man’s horse, and this one was certainly not a commoner’s mount. He was a gleaming chestnut who nosed insistently at his rider. He was fat and well groomed.
“Why do you not bow to me?” the rider replied in a high strange voice.
Kaylin felt herself bristle.
“And why should I bow to you? Because I’m small? Because I’m a girl? Who are you and what right have you to demand my respect?”
To Kaylin’s surprise, the rider seemed actually to be considering the question. Then the dark hood came down and the pretty face of a young girl shown in the light from Kaylin’s candle. She might have suspected it had she not gotten so angry, but now she stood blinking at the other; having forgotten herself.
She was several years older than Kaylin; with long hair the color of wheat that she had tucked beneath her cloak. Sapphire blue eyes stared out from the pale oval of her face and looked nearly black in the light. Her expression was troubled.
“I’m princess Alish,” the girl said. “I need your help.”