Time to Do A Little Catching Up


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Don’t let those doe eyes and that cheeky smile fool you

I realize I haven’t been around much lately, especially on my YouTube Channel, so I’ve recorded a vloggy vlog to let you know how things have been going lately. Hope you’ve been well. Check it out and leave a note in the comments to let me know you you’ve been. I think all of us are struggling with some kind of COVID blues at this point, so if you’re going stir-crazy, let’s talk about it.

I’ve not been doing terribly well. Don’t let that delightful face up there fool you—I’ve been in a deep depression since my mom died. But I’m dealing with it. I’m doing all the thinking and processing of grief that one is supposed to be doing, in my own special, albeit dark and seemingly bleak manner. I tend to hit these things head-on and then drown in them, spiritually, and if you were too see me in the spirit realm, all you’d see is one hand, flailing around above the waters of terrordarkness and every now and then my head would pop up, gasping for air, and I’d gurgle, “I’m okay!”, before sort of slowly sinking back down into the swampiness.

It’s so much fun.

But needful, I daresay.

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As always, I bid you love and peace.

Time to Do A Little Catching Up

I realize I haven’t been around much lately, especially on my YouTube Channel, so I recording a vloggy vlog to let you know how things have been going lately. Hope you’ve been well. Check it out and leave a note in the comments to let me know you you’ve been.

A Treatise on The Wonder That Is Poppy (The Musician, Not the Flower)


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This is a post I’ve been meaning to write for some time, but it’s actually great that I’ve waited, because this incredible woman has changed so much over time this post can be a much more interesting journey than it would have been initially.

I haven’t talked about other people’s music on here yet, though I used to do that a lot on my original “auryaun” blog. If you aren’t familiar yet with Poppy, grab your favorite beverage and sit back for a bit, because this is going to be a wonderful and strange ride. There will be plenty of video links as well, so buckle-up!

The Beginning

Poppy started out as “That Poppy” when I came to know her online around 2014 on YouTube. Spending hours and hours on YouTube finding various rabbit holes to go down has always been one of my favorite pastimes, and I’d have to say the era between 2010–2015 was the best time to do so, as the algorithm gave the wackiest recommendations back then. Now, it seems to be pretty rigid unless you’re rigorous about deleting your watch history.

Her first video was just Poppy saying her name, over and over again in a video titled, I’m Poppy. She and her creative partner, Titanic Sinclair (we’ll get into him a bit later) hadn’t quite found the right voice for her yet. This one has over 25M views so far. Enjoy, if you can stand to watch the whole thing.

Her original Channel, That Poppy no longer exists. VEVO has ThatPoppyVEVO with a handful of videos, but all of her original videos are on her Poppy Channel. Note the difference between the sweet face you see before you and creepy profile pic above. This post will cover that as well.

Her Channel evolved into a huge series of short videos of her interacting with the camera or the space of the studio, or sometimes a plant, another version of herself, or a mannequin named Charlotte, with Poppy always speaking in a very soft voice (ASMR anyone? No? Just me?) with eerie keyboard music playing in the background. Her costumes tended to Kawaii, which is the Japanese culture of cuteness, which over time became exaggerated regarding her clothing choices, as if to suggest she was more Kawaii than Kawaii itself. The scripts were also satirical in nature when it came to current cultural trends, especially in terms of our obsession with fame and money, or the commercialization of pop artists.

You get the idea. The main conceit behind all of this was to suggest that Poppy wasn’t a real person but rather a being generated out of the internet. In interviews, she would dodge questions that would attempt to get her to answer as if she were “real”.

Her Partner: Titanic Sinclair

Now let’s switch gears for a moment and take a look at Titanic Sinclair. He used to be part of a musical group known as Mars Argo, and had a site/Channel known as GroceryBagDotTV. As of now, it looks like Mars Argo, Sinclair’s former girlfriend whose name they used for the project, has several videos there, but there used to be hundreds of them. GroceryBagDotTVTest exists but there are only three videos left. Not sure if that’s being run by Sinclair himself. Let’s take a peekie at what’s on the latter, shall we?

Delete Your Facebook is a great video, which is probably why they’ve both decided to leave it up. It’s random and inspired and has a kind of innocence to it. I don’t know at what point their relationship was here—as it apparently devolved into a hateful one later—but here it feels easy and relaxed. The fact that they were seeing issues with Facebook as early as 2014 is pretty eye-opening as well.

Unfortunately, on Titanic Sinclair’s Channel, he’s deleted most of his videos and only has around 6 or 7 at this moment in time. Poo. None of them will show you what I was hoping to show, which is how he was posturing himself in counterpoint to what Poppy was doing at the time, but this makes sense since they’re no longer working together either—another pattern, Sir?—at least you’re consistent I guess.

This video comes the closest. He had a lot of videos like this where he was overdubbing his vocals after the fact and giving advice as a “director”. His videos always began with him saying things like, “Hi. I’m Titanic Sinclair. I’m a Director. As a Director, it’s important that [insert whatever].” His body language was generally more confident than what he’s showing here. It’s also odd that he doesn’t finish his thought but cuts it off, then overdubs and leaves the video up. Very strange.

The Former Partner: Mars Argo

Mars Argo put out a video called Everyone Just Wants It All.It’s been officially deleted, but there are still copies of it around YouTube. Hopefully, the link I found will be solid for a while. It seems that this video was the locus of loads of mocking from both Poppy and Sinclair, with various references coming up in both songs and videos they made together.

The Lawsuit

Mars Argo opened a lawsuit against both Sinclair and Poppy, stating that they had stolen her image and creative work. Things got ugly quickly. What’s most surprising to me is how long it took Argo to file suit in the first place. There appeared to be deliberate references to Mars Argo in Poppy videos and deliberate references to things Mars Argo said in her videos in Poppy videos. This post isn’t going to be about that lawsuit, as that would be a whole post in itself—I want to focus on Poppy’s creative evolution, but in order to do so I do need to at least introduce this as a topic.

Public Accusations

Going back a bit to Sinclair, we have Enough is Enough, which perhaps is his call to the press and former fans and especially Poppy fans that were spewing hate at him, as Poppy had accused him of being an abuser, just as Mars Argo had. There’s no way to know if these allegations are true or if Poppy just used this as a device to distance herself of much of the blame for the problems of the lawsuit. It was during this time that the partnership between Poppy and Sinclair ended.

Oh, and Sinclair also put out a pretty rad video at one point called Trust Fund. I love the unbridled video effects, as if someone just learned how to use [app name] and couldn’t resist using every effect available. The song makes me laugh as well. I think it gives pretty good insight into the inner workings of Sinclair’s mind—along with his choice of name, of course. Plus, he shows his songwriting chops, which you can clearly hear in Poppy’s music as she evolves.

Add to that this compilation of Computer Show videos and you get a fuller picture of Titanic Sinclair and Mars Argo and what they created in the past, and why Mars Argo felt she had a right to file suit against Sinclair and Poppy in the first place.

I’ll leave this here and let you be the judge.The Computer Show was way before its time and sadly ended too soon, apparently due to relationship and money tensions.

Anyway, the suit was settled out of court and all parties agreed to no-contact/no-harassment. Titanic Sinclair was required to delete any incriminating or personal photos he had of Mars Argo, and Poppy had to make sure she wasn’t doing anything that was a mimic of Argo’s identity.

The First Album

Poppy’s first album release was in 2016, with 3:36 Music To Sleep To. The 3:36 references one of her videos called 3:36, where she notices the time on her watch and appears worried about it. However, that video is problematic, because Mars Argo’s video (shown above) was 3:36 minutes long in the original posting. In the lawsuit, Argo felt this was part of the harassment she felt was being put upon her.

Poppy’s Evolution

Poppy’s first pop song started with Interweb, a decent track. It got enough traction to gain her more fans and generate interest to move her away from being a weird YouTube artist to being an actual artist with a greater voice and vision, which I think they’d intended all along. As it has come out in more recent news, Poppy has had multiple recording contracts over the years, but the talent reps hadn’t quite known how to develop her, which caused her a lot of frustration.

From here, she continued to make lots of videos on her Channel, getting weirder by the day. There was a cultish tone to them, which felt intentional and somewhat mocking in tone (more on that in a bit). As far as the next musical release goes, it didn’t come out for months and when it did, we got: Bleach Blonde Baby. Note the similar tone in the lighting. Not sure what they were going for there or why. Again, pretty tame pop fare, but it continued to grow her fan base.

I have to point out that her standard Channel videos by this point had her in outrageous costumes. This one is called Liberty.

She also put out a video for a track called Moshi Moshi.Interweb, Bleach Blonde Baby, and Moshi Moshiare all on her album Poppy.Computer.

And busy bee that she was right at this time she put out a longer video calledI’m Poppy. There’s also a track by that name on her album Poppy.Computer.

All of this was in the Kawaii style that she was owning full-on. I mean, she was owning it.

Right around this time though, the lawsuit hit and accusations were very public and flying. Twitter was full of it. YouTube was full of it. Everyone seemed to be taking a side. I saw many a video trying to suggest a special angle on the whole mess. And it was a huge mess. I saw people saying that Titanic was an abuser. I saw tweets saying he had threatened to kill himself if Poppy didn’t do what he wanted. I saw YouTube comments saying he had made that threat one time before a show. I mean, really nasty stuff.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Her next music video took on a distinctly different tone, and I can’t help but think it was due to the lawsuit. Her team must have been thinking: “How do we rebrand Poppy in such a way that it’s still Poppy while specifically not referencing Mars Argo in any way whatsoever that’s not going to alienate her fan base?”

Well, this is the direction they chose (and note that this is an audio only video). Metal was only ever released as a single. (I recently realized that this is a cover of the Gary Numan song from 1979.)

Wow, that’s a lot of Latex! Definitely not Kawaii, and yet still cute with the Mickey Mouse-ish ears headwear and oversized, bulbous shoulder pads. A very carefully curated look. This track was never developed into an official music video.

Her next official music video would be a work featuring Diplo, of all people. It turns out, he signed her to his record label. Who knew he had a record label? Time Is Up was released on her album Am I A Girl? I have to admit this album is a real mishmash of styles. The production values are superb, and her singing is great, but she’s an artist being given tracks to sing, and that can’t be much fun. There’s a hollowness to the album, and it must have been hard to tour it. It’s funny because sometimes there are these pounding drums and screaming guitar licks, but then other tracks have heavy techno beats. There’s one track that feels like a Spanish love song. Super weird.

The video furthers the idea that Poppy is a computer creation, and also that she holds some sort of high priestess-cult position. All the while, her non-music videos—one example below is called, Pray With Me have also been furthering this idea.

Then there are a series of odd Channel videos, and I went back-and-forth as to whether I should include them, as this post if already long. If you want to check them out, they’re there for you to see. I want to try and focus on the music as much as I can, and I’m adding these extra videos for context.

More Music

Her next music releases are audio-only. I think she was trying to drum up some A&R interest and it just didn’t pan out. Oh, and I heard that Diplo’s “record label” wasn’t a label at all. Poppy got no support, and no promotion. She just got to make that one music video with his help and that was it. Hoo-rah. What a nice guy.

Here’s where she went next, image and style-wise, with Immature Couture. This was only released as a single.

Bubblegum Pop. Not at all to my liking, but an improvement in production values and melody to what she was doing previously. There’s a lot more complexity to the track and you can hear her talent developing.

Next we have X (Audio Only Version) which did get made into a video, found lower in this post. It’s interesting to see how different the imagery in this is compared to how they approached it later. The heavy guitars are shocking to hear as well as the screamo vocals, (not to mention the lyrics!) because when you look at the content on her Channel there are four videos between the video above and this one.

WTF Poppy?! What happened in between? Apparently, Poppy and Titanic Sinclair parted ways is what happened in between. Or perhaps this is when she started dating her current fiancé, Ghostemane. Gone are the overly pop tunes and the tightly controlled image. Poppy finally had a chance to do her own writing, and in interviews she described herself as “post genre”. It sounds cool when she says it, but if I, as cool as I actually am, at the tender age of 54, were to tell someone like…oh, I dunno, Joe Rogan maybe, that I’m “post genre, baby” I would sound pretentious as fuck.

But back to our regular programming.

Breaking Out and Breaking Through

Maybe I should title this part, “Breaking Bad”.

Poppy started breaking out of her pop persona and shell, and began doing more of her own thing. According to her in one of her interviews, she was listening to a lot of screamo and metal going to and from rehearsals and other events, and became inspired by it and wanted to incorporate it into her own sound. She still managed to incorporate her pop sensibilities, and the blend was an interesting sound of sweet melodic vocals—usually Kawaii-style vocals—coupled with dark and heavy metal guitars. Baby Metal comes to mind.

Here’s a track called Play Destroyshe worked on with Grimes, though there was apparently some bad blood between them afterward. Each of them have conflicting stories about how working together went, with Poppy complaining about NDAs and Grimes complaining about Poppy being whiny and full of herself. It’s a solid track any way you slice it, but I think the ongoing lawsuit sullied the waters for both of them, which is too bad.

A Quick Break in The Timeline

Poppy’s original logo used to be a triangle with the letter “P” in the center, which no longer exists, and I suspect it was a Titanic Sinclair invention, as was the poppy.church website. The whole thing was a cute and cynical take on the music industry being part of the Illuminati, and you can see that imagery in much of her early videos.

At this point I have to quickly circle back in time to show you Lowlife, which she’s deleted from her own Channel, but is on VEVO’s. You can see all of the Illuminati symbolism they were using in her early work, as well as how much her style has changed and evolved. I have to add a few videos here where you can see how they were pushing Poppy as a religious figure to be worshiped.

Back to The Regular Timeline

Here’s the Official Video version for X, and it gives us these sweet, hippy visuals to complement the psychedelic tone and shockingly dark imagery for the heavy screamo in the mix. It also references some of those visuals from when the Poppy team was trying to make a Poppy “cult”. This track gives a little insight for what’s to come in the future, but it’s rough around the edges. It’s not as solid as what her future work would be, but the kernel of her idea is definitely there.

I can’t stand the profile pic, which I’m sure is meant to detach herself from her bubblegum pop image of the past, and to shock people—and the thumbnail is intentionally hideous.

Meanwhile, on Her YouTube Channel

Just a quick jump back to her regular programming on her Channel for a bit to show what she was putting out while these releases were taking place. Her content continued to be stranger and stranger, and her costumes became more confounding somehow. Don’t let my language make you think I don’t like it—I love every minute of this wild ride.

And Her Music Kept Evolving

Here’s a sweet little ditty titled Voicemail that you’ll want to avoid listening to alone at night in a dark house. It’s compelling. It’s entirely different from anything else I’ve heard from her so far. It was released on the EP Choke, which is mostly techno, though iTunes lists it as alternative. The whole Choke EP is fascinating to me since it’s such a complete departure from her earlier work, and she doesn’t stay in this genre at all. It’s as if after this album she’s gotten whatever she was trying to explore out of her system and just leaves it behind.

I’ve decided to skip Scary Mask, as I don’t think it adds anything as far as style evolution, but you are free to check it out and decide for yourself, of course. Some of the fans might object, as it was hyped a lot and has tons of views, but I don’t care for the track and I stick to my guns as far as adding to her musical evolution.

And the Evolution Continues

Moving on from there, she evolves again into entirely new territory. This has to be my favorite so far: Concrete. I was in the hospital during one of my bouts of having my stomach pumped due to the small bowel obstruction. This video had just come out, and I was obsessed. Like, to the the point where I’m sure the person in the other bed was disturbed by how many times I played the video over and over in the middle of the night (I was also struggling with intractable insomnia). Since I’d come in via the Emergency Room and via an ambulance, I didn’t have my headphones. I tried to play it as quietly as I could, but I noticed my roommate started to play her own music to drown me out. Fair enough, my sick friend. Fair enough.

To me, this song is a masterpiece, and the video is perfection. I’ve watched so many reaction videos to this, and I love seeing the shocked and surprised looks on people’s faces when they get to the changes in the music. I never tire of that. I also delight in sending this video to unsuspecting friends and acquaintances as a sort of litmus test—of what exactly, I’m not sure, but I can’t seem to help myself. I feel like there’s some key, something to fathom here, that I just haven’t gotten yet, but if I keep listening I’ll eventually understand. Concrete was released on the album I Disagree.

And then of course, we have the track, I Disagree, which was a continuation of her sound after Concrete. At this point, it’s starting to feel like she’s really found her sound; her footing. There’s a solidity to what she’s doing, and less of a point-and-shoot. If you listen to the whole album (and I think you should) there’s a cohesiveness that hasn’t quite been there on past releases.

I Disagree is clearly a taunt to her former handlers, failed A&R reps, and record contracts that went nowhere. She shows just how willing she is to destroy her past and move on, doing whatever is necessary to carve her own path and make her story, her music, her life in her own way, regardless of the consequences. This is her power move.

Oh, and also? Who is her costume designer?! SERIOUSLY. That person kicks ASS.

I love this song too. BLOODMONEY is also on I Disagree. The video makes me cringe a bit, only because the violence in it feels a bit too real to me and I get sympathetic pains when I watch it. But I totally get the point and I have to say I agree (no pun intended). I’d love to know how they got her to float—that part is rad.

Fill The Crown, also released on I Disagree, is Poppy’s Swan Song to her former android self, telling the world that she’s no longer going to pretend that she’s some kind of computer being and all the accouterments that go along with maintaining that image. It’s also at this point that she introduces the new man in her life, Ghostemane, who appears on this track (and I think in the video, but don’t quote me on either as I’m not certain.)

Anything Like Me seems to be clearly talking about the issues with the Mars Argo lawsuit, as well as showing the world that she’s shed entirely her former android look, with the blonde wig she’d worn for years so she wouldn’t be constantly frying her hair with bleach. [Side note: if you look at her Channel videos, you can see where that inflection point was.]

I think these are her best lyrics so far, and her delivery is flawless. It looks like they didn’t have much budget for the video, but that doesn’t bother me or detract from the song. Strike that. All of her videos have been produced on pretty lean budgets (perhaps Concrete having the largest one, what with the grave-digging part needing the most, but I think what she’s been able to do with that is awesome.

I like the creepy, dance-like moves she does. I have to admit that at this point, Mars Argo is nothing like Poppy. Poppy has surpassed Mars Argo, and certainly surpassed Kawaii by a well-trod mile, while still including that Kawaii feel at times when she wants to. Perhaps not in this track, but in others. Well done.

Sit/Stay is haunting and seems to be talking about her experiences with the music industry as a whole. There are several videos about her on YouTube (this one is particularly good) that talk about her life and how she got into the industry and how she’s paid her dues over the years. She’s paid more thanher fair share of dues, too. In this track she lays it all down. The costume is both eerie and compelling, and she seems to have quite a talent for acting, at least when it comes to her own videos.

All The Things She Said is radio-friendly alternative with Poppy getting into her upper register and belting out some gratifying high notes, which we haven’t heard in a long while. I can’t figure out if this an apology song to Mars Argo or not—perhaps it is. Or perhaps to someone else. In any case, it’s got a great hook, solid instrumentation and production values, and can easily fit in with several radio formats. It fits in well on her album too, and I love it. You can see her new logo clearly on her necklace, and it suggests the type of thing a person might do to themselves if they were into cutting, which I don’t appreciate. Perhaps that’s the target demo she’s going for now. Oh, Poppy.

KHAOS X4 is not my cup of tea. At all. I think the imagery is deliberately “spooky”—though it’s miles better than her profile pic, which I still need to talk about. This hasn’t been made into a video yet. It’s still a fairly recent release, and Sumerian Records might find some money for her to do it at some point.

If It Bleeds is a very cool track. I hope this gets made into a video. Great melody, great use of her soft voice, great guitar hooks, great synths, solid drumming. I love it to pieces. She consistently has a positive message in her songs, even if she saying things like “get me bloody”, or “chaos, chaos, chaos”. She’s always asking for peace in the world, or questioning why people have to hurt each other.

I think as an artist, she’s finally gotten to a place where she can have what she wants, which are a solid and devoted fan base that will enjoy whatever she chooses to put out, and that’s priceless, and a record company that believes in her work, which is even more priceless. As for her profile pic, this is a larger version of it:


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This is a photo of her that was clearly manipulated in some photo editor to give her all those creepy lines all over her face as if she had some amazing tattoo or paint work done. It looks cheesy to me, as if she had to go out of her way to make herself look ugly. However, I know there are a lot of people who are into body modification that would disagree with me. The more recent artwork of her (see below) is better, in that this was an actual costume look she had, and there was minor manipulation done to it.


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But what do I know? I’m just a sometimes blogger and vlogger, barely able to find vocal melodies to the songs I’m writing right now, dealing with chronic pain that keeps me from being out there, doing stuff, plus there’s my sometimes crippling social anxiety (yay). Who am I to judge anyone else’s hard work? I’m hardly her target demo. When it comes to her music, I think it’s taken an amazing turn for the better. As you can hear for yourself, it was a sudden turn at the beginning that’s become more sophisticated as it’s gone along. I haven’t included any live performance videos here (of which there are dozens), but she’s grown in that department as well.

Other Projects

This post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t include her graphic novels, even though I really just wanted to focus on her music.


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In October of 2019, she released her first one titled, Genesis 1:: A Graphic Novel by Poppy. It comes in hardback and audiobook. Apparently, if you buy the graphic hardcover, you automatically get a digital download of her album, I Disagree.


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She also has a pre-order for another graphic novel titled, Poppy’s Inferno (Landmarks), scheduled for release on October 20, 2020. Here’s a blurb from the description:

In Poppy’s Inferno our hero must fight against all that try to change her, not allowing anyone to determine how she thinks, feels or hurts, all the while trying to outwit the demons that surround her every step of the way.

Taken from Poppy’s Inferno (Landmarks) Hardcover – Audiobook, October 20, 2020 Pre-Order Description

As for what she’s doing on her YouTube Channel these days, you’ll mostly find makeup tutorials of all things. For example, we have Mint Eye Look With Poppy.

There are about 20 of them so far. I’m not sure what the point is, except to make sure the algorithm knows her Channel isn’t dead, since she doesn’t have any new music releases at this time. She’s clearly discarded the old android-alone-in-a-large-space style videos, so I guess she has to have something there to keep it going. I don’t mean to sound critical of these. They just feel like throwaways to me.

P.S. I didn’t include her Music To Read To album, as I totally forgot about it but it’s great and I’ve added it to my library for just this purpose.

This woman is a wonder, and I am totally here for it.

A Treatise on The Wonder and Mystery That Is Poppy (The Musician, Not the Flower)

This is a post I’ve been meaning to write for some time, but it’s actually great that I’ve waited, because this incredible woman has changed so much over time this post can be a much more interesting journey than it would have been initially.

I haven’t talked about other people’s music on here yet, though I used to do that a lot on my original “auryaun” blog. If you aren’t familiar yet with Poppy, grab your favorite beverage and sit back for a bit, because this is going to be a wonderful and strange ride. There will be plenty of video links as well, so buckle-up!

The Beginning

Poppy started out as “That Poppy” when I came to know her online around 2014 on YouTube. Spending hours and hours on YouTube finding various rabbit holes to go down has always been one of my favorite pastimes, and I’d have to say the era between 2010–2015 was the best time to do so, as the algorithm gave the wackiest recommendations back then. Now, it seems to be pretty rigid unless you’re rigorous about deleting your watch history.

Her first video was just Poppy saying her name, over and over again in a video titled, I’m Poppy. She and her creative partner, Titanic Sinclair (we’ll get into him a bit later) hadn’t quite found the right voice for her yet. This one has over 25M views so far. Enjoy, if you can stand to watch the whole thing.

Her original Channel, That Poppy no longer exists. VEVO has ThatPoppyVEVO with a handful of videos, but all of her original videos are on her Poppy Channel. Note the difference between the sweet face you see before you and creepy profile pic above. This post will cover that as well.

Her Channel evolved into a huge series of short videos of her interacting with the camera or the space of the studio, or sometimes a plant, another version of herself, or a mannequin named Charlotte, with Poppy always speaking in a very soft voice (ASMR anyone? No? Just me?) with eerie keyboard music playing in the background. Her costumes tended to Kawaii, which is the Japanese culture of cuteness, which over time became exaggerated regarding her clothing choices, as if to suggest she was more Kawaii than Kawaii itself. The scripts were also satirical in nature when it came to current cultural trends, especially in terms of our obsession with fame and money, or the commercialization of pop artists.

You get the idea. The main conceit behind all of this was to suggest that Poppy wasn’t a real person but rather a being generated out of the internet. In interviews, she would dodge questions that would attempt to get her to answer as if she were “real”.

Her Partner: Titanic Sinclair

Now let’s switch gears for a moment and take a look at Titanic Sinclair. He used to be part of a musical group known as Mars Argo, and had a site/Channel known as GroceryBagDotTV. As of now, it looks like Mars Argo, Sinclair’s former girlfriend whose name they used for the project, has several videos there, but there used to be hundreds of them. GroceryBagDotTVTest exists but there are only three videos left. Not sure if that’s being run by Sinclair himself. Let’s take a peekie at what’s on the latter, shall we?

Delete Your Facebook is a great video, which is probably why they’ve both decided to leave it up. It’s random and inspired and has a kind of innocence to it. I don’t know at what point their relationship was here—as it apparently devolved into a hateful one later—but here it feels easy and relaxed. The fact that they were seeing issues with Facebook as early as 2014 is pretty eye-opening as well.

Unfortunately, on Titanic Sinclair’s Channel, he’s deleted most of his videos and only has around 6 or 7 at this moment in time. Poo. None of them will show you what I was hoping to show, which is how he was posturing himself in counterpoint to what Poppy was doing at the time, but this makes sense since they’re no longer working together either—another pattern, Sir?—at least you’re consistent I guess.

This video comes the closest. He had a lot of videos like this where he was overdubbing his vocals after the fact and giving advice as a “director”. His videos always began with him saying things like, “Hi. I’m Titanic Sinclair. I’m a Director. As a Director, it’s important that [insert whatever].” His body language was generally more confident than what he’s showing here. It’s also odd that he doesn’t finish his thought but cuts it off, then overdubs and leaves the video up. Very strange.

The Former Partner: Mars Argo

Mars Argo put out a video called Everyone Just Wants It All. It’s been officially deleted, but there are still copies of it around YouTube. Hopefully, the link I found will be solid for a while. It seems that this video was the locus of loads of mocking from both Poppy and Sinclair, with various references coming up in both songs and videos they made together.

The Lawsuit

Mars Argo opened a lawsuit against both Sinclair and Poppy, stating that they had stolen her image and creative work. Things got ugly quickly. What’s most surprising to me is how long it took Argo to file suit in the first place. There appeared to be deliberate references to Mars Argo in Poppy videos and deliberate references to things Mars Argo said in her videos in Poppy videos. This post isn’t going to be about that lawsuit, as that would be a whole post in itself—I want to focus on Poppy’s creative evolution, but in order to do so I do need to at least introduce this as a topic.

Public Accusations

Going back a bit to Sinclair, we have Enough is Enough, which perhaps is his call to the press and former fans and especially Poppy fans that were spewing hate at him, as Poppy had accused him of being an abuser, just as Mars Argo had. There’s no way to know if these allegations are true or if Poppy just used this as a device to distance herself of much of the blame for the problems of the lawsuit. It was during this time that the partnership between Poppy and Sinclair ended.

Oh, and Sinclair also put out a pretty rad video at one point called Trust Fund. I love the unbridled video effects, as if someone just learned how to use [app name] and couldn’t resist using every effect available. The song makes me laugh as well. I think it gives pretty good insight into the inner workings of Sinclair’s mind—along with his choice of name, of course. Plus, he shows his songwriting chops, which you can clearly hear in Poppy’s music as she evolves.

Add to that this compilation of Computer Show videos and you get a fuller picture of Titanic Sinclair and Mars Argo and what they created in the past, and why Mars Argo felt she had a right to file suit against Sinclair and Poppy in the first place.

I’ll leave this here and let you be the judge.The Computer Show was way before its time and sadly ended too soon, apparently due to relationship and money tensions.

Anyway, the suit was settled out of court and all parties agreed to no-contact/no-harassment. Titanic Sinclair was required to delete any incriminating or personal photos he had of Mars Argo, and Poppy had to make sure she wasn’t doing anything that was a mimic of Argo’s identity.

The First Album

Poppy’s first album release was in 2016, with 3:36 Music To Sleep To. The 3:36 references one of her videos called 3:36, where she notices the time on her watch and appears worried about it. However, that video is problematic, because Mars Argo’s video (shown above) was 3:36 minutes long in the original posting. In the lawsuit, Argo felt this was part of the harassment she felt was being put upon her.

Poppy’s Evolution

Poppy’s first pop song started with Interweb, a decent track. It got enough traction to gain her more fans and generate interest to move her away from being a weird YouTube artist to being an actual artist with a greater voice and vision, which I think they’d intended all along. As it has come out in more recent news, Poppy has had multiple recording contracts over the years, but the talent reps hadn’t quite known how to develop her, which caused her a lot of frustration.

From here, she continued to make lots of videos on her Channel, getting weirder by the day. There was a cultish tone to them, which felt intentional and somewhat mocking in tone (more on that in a bit). As far as the next musical release goes, it didn’t come out for months and when it did, we got: Bleach Blonde Baby. Note the similar tone in the lighting. Not sure what they were going for there or why. Again, pretty tame pop fare, but it continued to grow her fan base.

I have to point out that her standard Channel videos by this point had her in outrageous costumes. This one is called Liberty.

She also put out a video for a track called Moshi Moshi. Interweb, Bleach Blonde Baby, and Moshi Moshi are all on her album Poppy.Computer.

And busy bee that she was right at this time she put out a longer video called I’m Poppy. There’s also a track by that name on her album Poppy.Computer.

All of this was in the Kawaii style that she was owning full-on. I mean, she was owning it.

Right around this time though, the lawsuit hit and accusations were very public and flying. Twitter was full of it. YouTube was full of it. Everyone seemed to be taking a side. I saw many a video trying to suggest a special angle on the whole mess. And it was a huge mess. I saw people saying that Titanic was an abuser. I saw tweets saying he had threatened to kill himself if Poppy didn’t do what he wanted. I saw YouTube comments saying he had made that threat one time before a show. I mean, really nasty stuff.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Her next music video took on a distinctly different tone, and I can’t help but think it was due to the lawsuit. Her team must have been thinking: “How do we rebrand Poppy in such a way that it’s still Poppy while specifically not referencing Mars Argo in any way whatsoever that’s not going to alienate her fan base?”

Well, this is the direction they chose (and note that this is an audio only video). Metal was only ever released as a single.

Wow, that’s a lot of Latex! Definitely not Kawaii, and yet still cute with the Mickey Mouse-ish ears headwear and oversized, bulbous shoulder pads. A very carefully curated look. This track was never developed into an official music video.

Her next official music video would be a work featuring Diplo, of all people. It turns out, he signed her to his record label. Who knew he had a record label? Time Is Up was released on her album Am I A Girl? I have to admit this album is a real mishmash of styles. The production values are superb, and her singing is great, but she’s an artist being given tracks to sing, and that can’t be much fun. There’s a hollowness to the album, and it must have been hard to tour it. It’s funny because sometimes there are these pounding drums and screaming guitar licks, but then other tracks have heavy techno beats. There’s one track that feels like a Spanish love song. Super weird.

The video furthers the idea that Poppy is a computer creation, and also that she holds some sort of high priestess-cult position. All the while, her non-music videos—one example below is called, Pray With Me have also been furthering this idea.

Then there are a series of odd Channel videos, and I went back-and-forth as to whether I should include them, as this post if already long. If you want to check them out, they’re there for you to see. I want to try and focus on the music as much as I can, and I’m adding these extra videos for context.

More Music

Her next music releases are audio-only. I think she was trying to drum up some A&R interest and it just didn’t pan out. Oh, and I heard that Diplo’s “record label” wasn’t a label at all. Poppy got no support, and no promotion. She just got to make that one music video with his help and that was it. Hoo-rah. What a nice guy.

Here’s where she went next, image and style-wise, with Immature Couture. This was only released as a single.

Bubblegum Pop. Not at all to my liking, but an improvement in production values and melody to what she was doing previously. There’s a lot more complexity to the track and you can hear her talent developing.

Next we have X (Audio Only Version) which did get made into a video, found lower in this post. It’s interesting to see how different the imagery in this is compared to how they approached it later. The heavy guitars are shocking to hear as well as the screamo vocals, (not to mention the lyrics!) because when you look at the content on her Channel there are four videos between the video above and this one.

WTF Poppy?! What happened in between? Apparently, Poppy and Titanic Sinclair parted ways is what happened in between. Or perhaps this is when she started dating her current fiancé, Ghostemane. Gone are the overly pop tunes and the tightly controlled image. Poppy finally had a chance to do her own writing, and in interviews she described herself as “post genre”. It sounds cool when she says it, but if I, as cool as I actually am, at the tender age of 54, were to tell someone like…oh, I dunno, Joe Rogan maybe, that I’m “post genre, baby” I would sound pretentious as fuck.

But back to our regular programming.

Breaking Out and Breaking Through

Maybe I should title this part, “Breaking Bad”.

Poppy started breaking out of her pop persona and shell, and began doing more of her own thing. According to her in one of her interviews, she was listening to a lot of screamo and metal going to and from rehearsals and other events, and became inspired by it and wanted to incorporate it into her own sound. She still managed to incorporate her pop sensibilities, and the blend was an interesting sound of sweet melodic vocals—usually Kawaii-style vocals—coupled with dark and heavy metal guitars. Baby Metal comes to mind.

Here’s a track called Play Destroy she worked on with Grimes, though there was apparently some bad blood between them afterward. Each of them have conflicting stories about how working together went, with Poppy complaining about NDAs and Grimes complaining about Poppy being whiny and full of herself. It’s a solid track any way you slice it, but I think the ongoing lawsuit sullied the waters for both of them, which is too bad.

A Quick Break in The Timeline

Poppy’s original logo used to be a triangle with the letter “P” in the center, which no longer exists, and I suspect it was a Titanic Sinclair invention, as was the poppy.church website. The whole thing was a cute and cynical take on the music industry being part of the Illuminati, and you can see that imagery in much of her early videos.

At this point I have to quickly circle back in time to show you Lowlife, which she’s deleted from her own Channel, but is on VEVO’s. You can see all of the Illuminati symbolism they were using in her early work, as well as how much her style has changed and evolved. I have to add a few videos here where you can see how they were pushing Poppy as a religious figure to be worshiped.

Back to The Regular Timeline

Here’s the Official Video version for X, and it gives us these sweet, hippy visuals to complement the psychedelic tone and shockingly dark imagery for the heavy screamo in the mix. It also references some of those visuals from when the Poppy team was trying to make a Poppy “cult”. This track gives a little insight for what’s to come in the future, but it’s rough around the edges. It’s not as solid as what her future work would be, but the kernel of her idea is definitely there.

I can’t stand the profile pic, which I’m sure is meant to detach herself from her bubblegum pop image of the past, and to shock people—and the thumbnail is intentionally hideous.

Meanwhile, on Her YouTube Channel

Just a quick jump back to her regular programming on her Channel for a bit to show what she was putting out while these releases were taking place. Her content continued to be stranger and stranger, and her costumes became more confounding somehow. Don’t let my language make you think I don’t like it—I love every minute of this wild ride.

And Her Music Kept Evolving

Here’s a sweet little ditty titled Voicemail that you’ll want to avoid listening to alone at night in a dark house. It’s compelling. It’s entirely different from anything else I’ve heard from her so far. It was released on the EP Choke, which is mostly techno, though iTunes lists it as alternative. The whole Choke EP is fascinating to me since it’s such a complete departure from her earlier work, and she doesn’t stay in this genre at all. It’s as if after this album she’s gotten whatever she was trying to explore out of her system and just leaves it behind.

I’ve decided to skip Scary Mask, as I don’t think it adds anything as far as style evolution, but you are free to check it out and decide for yourself, of course. Some of the fans might object, as it was hyped a lot and has tons of views, but I don’t care for the track and I stick to my guns as far as adding to her musical evolution.

And the Evolution Continues

Moving on from there, she evolves again into entirely new territory. This has to be my favorite so far: Concrete. I was in the hospital during one of my bouts of having my stomach pumped due to the small bowel obstruction. This video had just come out, and I was obsessed. Like, to the the point where I’m sure the person in the other bed was disturbed by how many times I played the video over and over in the middle of the night (I was also struggling with intractable insomnia). Since I’d come in via the Emergency Room and via an ambulance, I didn’t have my headphones. I tried to play it as quietly as I could, but I noticed my roommate started to play her own music to drown me out. Fair enough, my sick friend. Fair enough.

To me, this song is a masterpiece, and the video is perfection. I’ve watched so many reaction videos to this, and I love seeing the shocked and surprised looks on people’s faces when they get to the changes in the music. I never tire of that. I also delight in sending this video to unsuspecting friends and acquaintances as a sort of litmus test—of what exactly, I’m not sure, but I can’t seem to help myself. I feel like there’s some key, something to fathom here, that I just haven’t gotten yet, but if I keep listening I’ll eventually understand. Concrete was released on the album I Disagree.

And then of course, we have the track, I Disagree, which was a continuation of her sound after Concrete. At this point, it’s starting to feel like she’s really found her sound; her footing. There’s a solidity to what she’s doing, and less of a point-and-shoot. If you listen to the whole album (and I think you should) there’s a cohesiveness that hasn’t quite been there on past releases.

I Disagree is clearly a taunt to her former handlers, failed A&R reps, and record contracts that went nowhere. She shows just how willing she is to destroy her past and move on, doing whatever is necessary to carve her own path and make her story, her music, her life in her own way, regardless of the consequences. This is her power move.

Oh, and also? Who is her costume designer?! SERIOUSLY. That person kicks ASS.

I love this song too. BLOODMONEY is also on I Disagree. The video makes me cringe a bit, only because the violence in it feels a bit too real to me and I get sympathetic pains when I watch it. But I totally get the point and I have to say I agree (no pun intended). I’d love to know how they got her to float—that part is rad.

Fill The Crown, also released on I Disagree, is Poppy’s Swan Song to her former android self, telling the world that she’s no longer going to pretend that she’s some kind of computer being and all the accouterments that go along with maintaining that image. It’s also at this point that she introduces the new man in her life, Ghostemane, who appears on this track (and I think in the video, but don’t quote me on either as I’m not certain.)

Anything Like Me seems to be clearly talking about the issues with the Mars Argo lawsuit, as well as showing the world that she’s shed entirely her former android look, with the blonde wig she’d worn for years so she wouldn’t be constantly frying her hair with bleach. [Side note: if you look at her Channel videos, you can see where that inflection point was.]

I think these are her best lyrics so far, and her delivery is flawless. It looks like they didn’t have much budget for the video, but that doesn’t bother me or detract from the song. Strike that. All of her videos have been produced on pretty lean budgets (perhaps Concrete having the largest one, what with the grave-digging part needing the most, but I think what she’s been able to do with that is awesome.

I like the creepy, dance-like moves she does. I have to admit that at this point, Mars Argo is nothing like Poppy. Poppy has surpassed Mars Argo, and certainly surpassed Kawaii by a well-trod mile, while still including that Kawaii feel at times when she wants to. Perhaps not in this track, but in others. Well done.

Sit/Stay is haunting and seems to be talking about her experiences with the music industry as a whole. There are several videos about her on YouTube (this one is particularly good) that talk about her life and how she got into the industry and how she’s paid her dues over the years. She’s paid more than her fair share of dues, too. In this track she lays it all down. The costume is both eerie and compelling, and she seems to have quite a talent for acting, at least when it comes to her own videos.

All The Things She Said is radio-friendly alternative with Poppy getting into her upper register and belting out some gratifying high notes, which we haven’t heard in a long while. I can’t figure out if this an apology song to Mars Argo or not—perhaps it is. Or perhaps to someone else. In any case, it’s got a great hook, solid instrumentation and production values, and can easily fit in with several radio formats. It fits in well on her album too, and I love it. You can see her new logo clearly on her necklace, and it suggests the type of thing a person might do to themselves if they were into cutting, which I don’t appreciate. Perhaps that’s the target demo she’s going for now. Oh, Poppy.

KHAOS X4 is not my cup of tea. At all. I think the imagery is deliberately “spooky”—though it’s miles better than her profile pic, which I still need to talk about. This hasn’t been made into a video yet. It’s still a fairly recent release, and Sumerian Records might find some money for her to do it at some point.

If It Bleeds is a very cool track. I hope this gets made into a video. Great melody, great use of her soft voice, great guitar hooks, great synths, solid drumming. I love it to pieces. She consistently has a positive message in her songs, even if she saying things like “get me bloody”, or “chaos, chaos, chaos”. She’s always asking for peace in the world, or questioning why people have to hurt each other.

I think as an artist, she’s finally gotten to a place where she can have what she wants, which are a solid and devoted fan base that will enjoy whatever she chooses to put out, and that’s priceless, and a record company that believes in her work, which is even more priceless. As for her profile pic, this is a larger version of it:

This is a photo of her that was clearly manipulated in some photo editor to give her all those creepy lines all over her face as if she had some amazing tattoo or paint work done. It looks cheesy to me, as if she had to go out of her way to make herself look ugly. However, I know there are a lot of people who are into body modification that would disagree with me. The more recent artwork of her (see below) is better, in that this was an actual costume look she had, and there was minor manipulation done to it.

But what do I know? I’m just a sometimes blogger and vlogger, barely able to find vocal melodies to the songs I’m writing right now, dealing with chronic pain that keeps me from being out there, doing stuff, plus there’s my sometimes crippling social anxiety (yay). Who am I to judge anyone else’s hard work? I’m hardly her target demo. When it comes to her music, I think it’s taken an amazing turn for the better. As you can hear for yourself, it was a sudden turn at the beginning that’s become more sophisticated as it’s gone along. I haven’t included any live performance videos here (of which there are dozens), but she’s grown in that department as well.

Other Projects

This post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t include her graphic novels, even though I really just wanted to focus on her music.

In October of 2019, she released her first one titled, Genesis 1:: A Graphic Novel by Poppy. It comes in hardback and audiobook. Apparently, if you buy the graphic hardcover, you automatically get a digital download of her album, I Disagree.


She also has a pre-order for another graphic novel titled, Poppy’s Inferno (Landmarks), scheduled for release on October 20, 2020. Here’s a blurb from the description:

In Poppy’s Inferno our hero must fight against all that try to change her, not allowing anyone to determine how she thinks, feels or hurts, all the while trying to outwit the demons that surround her every step of the way.

Taken from Poppy’s Inferno (Landmarks) Hardcover – Audiobook, October 20, 2020 Pre-Order Description

As for what she’s doing on her YouTube Channel these days, you’ll mostly find makeup tutorials of all things. For example, we have Mint Eye Look With Poppy.

There are about 20 of them so far. I’m not sure what the point is, except to make sure the algorithm knows her Channel isn’t dead, since she doesn’t have any new music releases at this time. She’s clearly discarded the old android-alone-in-a-large-space style videos, so I guess she has to have something there to keep it going. I don’t mean to sound critical of these. They just feel like throwaways to me.

P.S. I didn’t include her Music To Read To album, as I totally forgot about it but it’s great and I’ve added it to my library for just this purpose.

This woman is a wonder, and I am totally here for it.

Hurting Is Hard When You’re Feeling Alone


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I suppose some of this could be self-imposed, but I also know much of it comes from the fact that people don’t like my bluntness. People turn away from my flavor of “authenticity”, which I put in quotes, because being authentic has become such a big thing lately, but my authentic self apparently isn’t what the folks I’m connected to seem to want. I’ve also seen that many people I was connected to on Facebook tuned me out when I was going through cancer treatment (and the struggles with SBO after) as I had to keep posting my GoFundMe just to keep myself from being homeless. While I did get State Disability benefits, they were only enough to pay for utilities, and they ran out after a few months since I’d been doing 1099 work for so many years. I didn’t get any Federal Disability until February of this year.


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Did people think I was doing it for fun?

I felt like a tool, having to fund raise from my hospital bed, but I had no choice. I can tell this had an effect on my Facebook friends, due to the fall in my interactions. Few people see my posts, and fewer have a response of some kind. Therefore, I deleted the app a few years ago, and I only ever go to Facebook using the web version, and that not very often. If you see anything from me, it’s because I’ve cross-posted from another app. My expectations are low as far as engagements go. If you’d like to get in touch with me the best way is via my website or Twitter. I’ve deleted Instagram, too, so I won’t get your DM there either.


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I’m Queen of The World!

While I take ownership of the outcome of what happened overall I don’t take ownership of the individuals involved and their desire to either disconnect or tune me out. Their inability to handle a person in real pain is a sign of their lack of maturity. If anything, I’m responsible for having shallow friends. I’ve yelled about my resentment over this for some time now, and I’ve decided to (mostly) be done with this, save for the fact that I’m still going through some heavy shit and I’m still alone.

So consider this my transition piece: you, the reader, real or imagined, are my friend. There! I’m officially no longer alone! I’m feeling better already.

This will still be my place to journal all of my thoughts and feelings, but I’ll stop complaining about friends. Deal? Deal.

Hurting Is Hard When You’re Feeling Alone

I suppose some of this could be self-imposed, but I also know much of it comes from the fact that people don’t like my bluntness. People turn away from my flavor of “authenticity”, which I put in quotes, because being authentic has become such a big thing lately, but my authentic self apparently isn’t what the folks I’m connected to seem to want. I’ve also seen that many people I was connected to on Facebook tuned me out when I was going through cancer treatment (and the struggles with SBO after) as I had to keep posting my GoFundMe just to keep myself from being homeless. While I did get State Disability benefits, they were only enough to pay for utilities, and they ran out after a few months since I’d been doing 1099 work for so many years. I didn’t get any Federal Disability until February of this year.

Did people think I was doing it for fun?

I felt like a tool, having to fund raise from my hospital bed, but I had no choice. I can tell this had an effect on my Facebook friends, due to the fall in my interactions. Few people see my posts, and fewer have a response of some kind. Therefore, I deleted the app a few years ago, and I only ever go to Facebook using the web version, and that not very often. If you see anything from me, it’s because I’ve cross-posted from another app. My expectations are low as far as engagements go. If you’d like to get in touch with me the best way is via my website or Twitter. I’ve deleted Instagram, too, so I won’t get your DM there either.

I’m Queen of The World!

While I take ownership of the outcome of what happened overall I don’t take ownership of the individuals involved and their desire to either disconnect or tune me out. Their inability to handle a person in real pain is a sign of their lack of maturity. If anything, I’m responsible for having shallow friends. I’ve yelled about my resentment over this for some time now, and I’ve decided to (mostly) be done with this, save for the fact that I’m still going through some heavy shit and I’m still alone.

So consider this my transition piece: you, the reader, real or imagined, are my friend. There! I’m officially no longer alone! I’m feeling better already.

This will still be my place to journal all of my thoughts and feelings, but I’ll stop complaining about friends. Deal? Deal.

Saying Goodbye is The Hardest


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I’ve been so alone for the past week, packing up my Mom’s apartment, bit by bit. With each item, memories have been getting triggered, and I’ve had to quash them lest I be overcome. There’s been so much sorting to be done: to I keep this? Do I give it away? Is this in good enough condition to be sold for charity?

It’s been a slower process than I’d like, and it’s led to long days primarily on my feet, on low pile carpets, as this was a wheelchair accessible apartment. I ache in both body and mind, and all I want at this point is a hot bath in Epsom salt, hearing New Age music in the background, and perhaps that sweet voice saying, “Calgon, take me away…”


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This should be me right now

My brother flew in last night and was dismayed by what he saw for two reasons: he’s not a seasoned moving warrior, like me—I’ve moved easily 50 times and probably more if I actually go and recount them, and 2) much of the “stuff” he saw laying about wasn’t leaving with us. The only real issues we had to face together were the collectibles that had to still be packed, which were small and delicate, and the rare books, which were quickly parsed out. Even so, packing those up took a few hours, and he and I had both already had long days—I doing my various task-switching, with organizing stacks, packing boxes, deep cleaning again, as my Mom had terrible psoriatic arthritis, and, sadly, there were flecks of skin everywhere and in everything. I know she was embarrassed by this, so I’m not trying to shame her or anyone whom has suffered with this illness by bringing this in the open, merely that I had to keep stopping to do so much cleaning due to the nature of what had occurred.


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Because I’ve just been sitting around, you know, blogging

The apartment won’t be empty when we leave, which will also feel strange. I love this complex so much, I’m going to put myself on the (long) waiting list. I heard it’s 62+, though my Mom had told me it was 55+. I think she was thinking of her old condo complex, so that’s…boo. I find myself wishing I had a reason to come back here. While I do still have family in town and I’m going to work harder on staying close, a huge connection has been severed.

I thought I never loved Phoenix.

Saying Goodbye is The Hardest

I’ve been so alone for the past week, packing up my Mom’s apartment, bit by bit. With each item, memories have been getting triggered, and I’ve had to quash them lest I be overcome. There’s been so much sorting to be done: to I keep this? Do I give it away? Is this in good enough condition to be sold for charity?

It’s been a slower process than I’d like, and it’s led to long days primarily on my feet, on low pile carpets, as this was a wheelchair accessible apartment. I ache in both body and mind, and all I want at this point is a hot bath in Epsom salt, hearing New Age music in the background, and perhaps that sweet voice saying, “Calgon, take me away…”

This should be me right now

My brother flew in last night and was dismayed by what he saw for two reasons: he’s not a seasoned moving warrior, like me—I’ve moved easily 50 times and probably more if I actually go and recount them, and 2) much of the “stuff” he saw laying about wasn’t leaving with us. The only real issues we had to face together were the collectibles that had to still be packed, which were small and delicate, and the rare books, which were quickly parsed out. Even so, packing those up took a few hours, and he and I had both already had long days—I doing my various task-switching, with organizing stacks, packing boxes, deep cleaning again, as my Mom had terrible psoriatic arthritis, and, sadly, there were flecks of skin everywhere and in everything. I know she was embarrassed by this, so I’m not trying to shame her or anyone whom has suffered with this illness by bringing this in the open, merely that I had to keep stopping to do so much cleaning due to the nature of what had occurred.

Because I’ve just been sitting around, you know, blogging

The apartment won’t be empty when we leave, which will also feel strange. I love this complex so much, I’m going to put myself on the (long) waiting list. I heard it’s 62+, though my Mom had told me it was 55+. I think she was thinking of her old condo complex, so that’s…boo. I find myself wishing I had a reason to come back here. While I do still have family in town and I’m going to work harder on staying close, a huge connection has been severed.

I thought I never loved Phoenix.

How Was Your Day?


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Self to Self: How was your day?
Self to Self: Oh, okay I guess.
Self to Self: What’s wrong?
Self to Self: Nothing, really. I actually felt a bit better today than I have for the past few days.
Self to Self: Well, that’s good!
Self to Self: Sure.
Self to Self: Yeah. I managed to get a few things done. I still have to pace myself.
Self to Self: Well, we know that’s always going to be the case.
Self to Self: Yeah.
Self to Self: Yeah.
Self to Self: So, what did you do?
Self to Self: Well, I’ve wanted to get the patio a bit tidied up. It’s never been a space we can actually use—it’s always too hot, plus the squirrels have taken over. I need to move all the bird feeders to the front of the house, but that will mean taking out the big ladder, and I have to wait for a day when I feel strong enough to do that and my balance isn’t all wonky.
Self to Self: Right. Isn’t there something you can do about the squirrels?
Self to Self: At the moment, all I can seem to do is keep the feeders in hard-to-reach places and put a heavy layer of gravel over the tops of my potted plants.
Self to Self: Wow. That must be frustrating. I know how much you enjoy gardening.
Self to Self: It is. They’re cute little bastards. I picked up a gorgeous dwarf date palm and a potted grass plant for the back and swept that patio for what felt like the hundredth time this week. I also have a bunch of flowers I need to get out of their grower’s pots for the front, but all I’ve been able to do is water them since I got them. I find planting satisfying but very physical work.
Self to Self: Again, pacing yourself is okay.
Self to Self: But we just had a heatwave and I skipped two days of watering. They’re mostly hydrangeas, and even though they were pretty much shaded, they didn’t do well at all. I feel terrible when this happens because plants are helpless and rely upon on us completely. I also have a petunia dish garden I need to remake, and I’ll be adding lobelias to it. I love their electric blue color. I hope I can do it tomorrow…
Self to Self: Whatever happens, it will be fine.
Self to Self: I’m sure you’re right.

How Was Your Day?

Self to Self: How was your day?
Self to Self: Oh, okay I guess.
Self to Self: What’s wrong?
Self to Self: Nothing, really. I actually felt a bit better today than I have for the past few days.
Self to Self: Well, that’s good!
Self to Self: Sure.
Self to Self: Yeah. I managed to get a few things done. I still have to pace myself.
Self to Self: Well, we know that’s always going to be the case.
Self to Self: Yeah.
Self to Self: Yeah.
Self to Self: So, what did you do?
Self to Self: Well, I’ve wanted to get the patio a bit tidied up. It’s never been a space we can actually use—it’s always too hot, plus the squirrels have taken over. I need to move all the bird feeders to the front of the house, but that will mean taking out the big ladder, and I have to wait for a day when I feel strong enough to do that and my balance isn’t all wonky.
Self to Self: Right. Isn’t there something you can do about the squirrels?
Self to Self: At the moment, all I can seem to do is keep the feeders in hard-to-reach places and put a heavy layer of gravel over the tops of my potted plants.
Self to Self: Wow. That must be frustrating. I know how much you enjoy gardening.
Self to Self: It is. They’re cute little bastards. I picked up a gorgeous dwarf date palm and a potted grass plant for the back and swept that patio for what felt like the hundredth time this week. I also have a bunch of flowers I need to get out of their grower’s pots for the front, but all I’ve been able to do is water them since I got them. I find planting satisfying but very physical work.
Self to Self: Again, pacing yourself is okay.
Self to Self: But we just had a heatwave and I skipped two days of watering. They’re mostly hydrangeas, and even though they were pretty much shaded, they didn’t do well at all. I feel terrible when this happens because plants are helpless and rely upon on us completely. I also have a petunia dish garden I need to remake, and I’ll be adding lobelias to it. I love their electric blue color. I hope I can do it tomorrow…
Self to Self: Whatever happens, it will be fine.
Self to Self: I’m sure you’re right.

Getting Metaphysical, Unit One: How the Universe Works


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I’ve wanted to start this series for some time, but there was always something that pulled me away. In fact, I’ve also run into heaps of trouble just uploading this video. It’s been very strange though not unexpected given the subject matter. Some things don’t wish to be known or discussed. Please don’t hesitate to ask me questions about this material—it can be daunting to understand if you’re a novice just starting out.

Getting Metaphysical, Unit One: How the Universe Works

I’ve wanted to start this series for some time, but there was always something that pulled me away. In fact, I’ve also run into heaps of trouble just uploading this video. It’s been very strange though not unexpected given the subject matter. Some things don’t wish to be known or discussed. Please don’t hesitate to ask me questions about this material—it can be daunting to understand if you’re a novice just starting out.

My Strange Week of Pain


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I’ll put it on my calendar

I’ve had this pattern ever since my cancer surgery back in the summer of 2017, where I get this terrible cramping that intensifies over the course of about 10 days, to the point where I’m really suffering and can’t stand the act of sitting up—until I can barely stay off the toilet for a day or two. In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I had colorectal cancer, and my tumor was at the very base of my sigmoid colon. That’s where the cramping is focused, but it emanates outward from there, and ends up involving my entire abdomen. The build-up to the last day is excruciating, as if I had some kind of mondo-awful food poisoning, but then it starts to fade back and become manageable.

Opioids don’t help, as I seem to have the kind of metabolism that’s resistant to such drugs and am only susceptible to The Strongest One: Dilaudid. And taking it orally doesn’t do nearly as much as taking it via IV at the hospital, so I just don’t bother. All the various kinds of norco, oxy, and morphine I’ve tried just do zilch, and it’s just as well. There’s nothing sadder than a middle-aged junkie.


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It’s called “practicing” medicine for a reason

So instead, my pharmacology has focused on drugs to try and control the spasming: various anti-siezure medications, muscle relaxant, along with the anti-depressants and an anti-anxiety meds to help me with my other issues that may or may not be related to my misadventures with cancer and cancer treatment+its aftermath.

Nothing seems to have worked that well. The majority of it is about powering through as best I can, and since I really can’t that well, I’m officially disabled for the rest of my life. Boo. Even this, I had to fight the Social Security Administration over for nearly 3 years.

It’s both a relief and a drag.

My Strange Week of Pain

I’ll put it on my calendar

I’ve had this pattern ever since my cancer surgery back in the summer of 2017, where I get this terrible cramping that intensifies over the course of about 10 days, to the point where I’m really suffering and can’t stand the act of sitting up—until I can barely stay off the toilet for a day or two. In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I had colorectal cancer, and my tumor was at the very base of my sigmoid colon. That’s where the cramping is focused, but it emanates outward from there, and ends up involving my entire abdomen. The build-up to the last day is excruciating, as if I had some kind of mondo-awful food poisoning, but then it starts to fade back and become manageable.

Opioids don’t help, as I seem to have the kind of metabolism that’s resistant to such drugs and am only susceptible to The Strongest One: Dilaudid. And taking it orally doesn’t do nearly as much as taking it via IV at the hospital, so I just don’t bother. All the various kinds of norco, oxy, and morphine I’ve tried just do zilch, and it’s just as well. There’s nothing sadder than a middle-aged junkie.

It’s called “practicing” medicine for a reason

So instead, my pharmacology has focused on drugs to try and control the spasming: various anti-siezure medications, muscle relaxant, along with the anti-depressants and an anti-anxiety meds to help me with my other issues that may or may not be related to my misadventures with cancer and cancer treatment+its aftermath.

Nothing seems to have worked that well. The majority of it is about powering through as best I can, and since I really can’t that well, I’m officially disabled for the rest of my life. Boo. Even this, I had to fight the Social Security Administration over for nearly 3 years.

It’s both a relief and a drag.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Ten


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What starts as the narrow escape of Shorvi Nirienne in the Eighth District, turns into a demonstration and then a full march of the people of Shereen upon the gates of the Beviaire, and we see The Crowd Queller use his terrifying device.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Ten

What starts as the narrow escape of Shorvi Nirienne in the Eighth District, turns into a demonstration and then a full march of the people of Shereen upon the gates of the Beviaire, and we see The Crowd Queller use his terrifying device.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Nine


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The People’s Reparation Party has grown in power, and the Cavalier vo Meureille tries valiantly to convince Eliste and Zeralenn to leave Shereen. Meanwhile, Feronte sends a peculiar gift to Eliste that seems she can finally accept.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Nine

The People’s Reparation Party has grown in power, and the Cavalier vo Meureille tries valiantly to convince Eliste and Zeralenn to leave Shereen. Meanwhile, Feronte sends a peculiar gift to Eliste that seems she can finally accept.

I’ve Been Feeling Unproductive Lately

What is productivity, anyway?

For example, I’ve spent hours this week redesigning my weekly newsletter (that nobody really reads, because I can see if you opened it, clicked on any of the links, and so on…yes, I am watching you). Why did I do this?

I guess I’m hoping if I did it better, I’d get a better result. Yes, I suppose that’s what I’m hoping. It seems an infernal-waste-of-time kind of hope, but there it is. I’m trying to communicate. I have things to say, and I fervently desire to be heard. I’m still trying to find my audience, and that is not yet, apparently, any of the folks I currently know.

So…yeah. Not much in the way of blog posts or podcasts this week, simply due to the fact that I spent so much time on this one little thing that most likely will net me fuck-all.

If I am to be the light in the darkness, how do I find the light that will shine for me? Am I to conjure it up from nothing?

This part of my “mission statement” confuses me the most. I am fully committed to my credo, and understand fully what it means, and why–but I am not a “sweetness and light” sort of person. i never have been and never will be. I’ve seen the darkness all my life; ever since I was a small child. From all those small days, wearing leg braces in bed, and waking in the middle of the night needing to pee but being unable to walk to the bathroom due to the braces, and whispering in the dark to try and get my brother to help me, only to not be able to rouse him, and struggling instead in trembling fear, on my hands and knees, crawling down the dark and scary hallway, seeing nothing but what I thought were ghosts and demons all around me in the darkness.

Then, finally having done my business on the toilet, having to make the journey back to my bed in the same terrifying darkness, and being unable to fall asleep again due to the fear.

I wore those braces every night of my life from age 2 through 7. The reason I wore them was due to extreme femoral torsion, which made me so pigeon-toed I could hardly walk without constantly tripping over my own feet. Running was an awful mess. Even now, at the tender age of 54, my knees still look like they have taken a beating.

Darkness.

This blog constantly sounds like I’m bitter and unhappy. I’m always griping about one thing or another here. I do struggle with clinical depression and general anxiety disorder, and am taking medications for these, along with medications for my chronic pain conditions from several spinal injuries and an unexpected injury related to my cancer surgery that has me permanently disabled.

But! I’m alive! And I’m happy to be so. Even if it doesn’t always seem that way due to my constant complaining. (LOL, oh, I’m SO random, and like, I just…COMPLAIN, like, for NO reason! LOL OMG)

Okay, I will end this post right here and start a new post in which I will pivot and talk abut all the good things I’m planning and doing so you can see the actual positivity I’ve got going on right now.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Eight

We finally meet Whiss v’Aleur, the firebrand philosopher and editor of Neighbor Jumalle’s Complaint, which has caused such a stir among the lower classes in the streets of Shereen. We are also treated to a shocking display of magic from a surprising source—and we see the darker side of magical use. As tensions rise in the capital city, there are both perpetrators and victims as lines are drawn and motives are made clearer.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Seven

Eliste gets to meet her fellow Maids of Honor and attends her first levee for Queen Lallazay, wherein she learns of the distressing news that is spreading around Shereen.

Illusion by Paula Volsky: Chapter Six

Eliste is finally presented at Court, where she meets the imperious Duke Feronte, and witnesses a display of magic that leaves her wondering. Meanwhile, Shorvi Nerienne makes a hasty escape.

I Hit A Wall This Week

Procrastination station

When I put things off, the days seem to blend one into the other and I lose track of time

It feels as though I’ve hit some sort of creative wall this week. Not only creative. There are administrative tasks I need to follow up on as well, and I can’t seem to confront them, either.

For example, (and here I’m getting far more personal than I ever have—yes, even more so than the “depression” post the other day) I have a small student loan debt. Small, yet still I’ve been so incredibly broke I’ve not able to manage it for an embarrassingly long time. And being disabled now and on a fixed income, I’m looking to have it discharged.

Well, I initiated the paperwork for this a couple of months ago. Included in said paperwork is a document you’re supposed to have a doctor fill out, but if you’ve had a judge claim you fully disabled, as I have, and especially if your Social Security Administration review won’t take place again for 5 to 7 years, as in my case, doctoral confirmation is not required. This indicates that youre not expected to recover.

I included a copy of the page in my mailing that indicated this.

A few days ago I received in the mail a brand-new application from Nelnet, the company that handles these things, and to whom I had mailed the information. In their letter they say they received information from the SSA (they didn’t, it was from me) and that I need to complete the enclosed application, which is essentially starting from square one. Bravo. Great way to overwhelm a disabled person with paperwork. I scoffed, of course, and knew immediately that my response would be to just send them a new copy of what I had sent them already, since nothing that they were asking for was actually required by law to get my loans discharged.

I can’t find the page in question. I know I made a copy of it. I’m certain of this. I have a large folder of all the paperwork regarding the Social Security Administration and my dealings with them over the past few years, and now I’m going to have to go through every page, one by one, to see where the single page is. And if I don’t find it, I’m going to have to see if there’s any way I can get a new copy of it.

Oh, I already tried to get one online. Maybe I’ll just skip the searching and call them today. The telephone wait times are hours’-long, but if you indicate you want a call back the seem to be very good about doing so. Perhaps I’ll go straight to that option and skip the headache.

So…yeah.

Spring clean-n-mean

Out with the old and in with the new

I’ve still been doing a lot of organizing and purging of “the things” and organizing. It’s becoming like a subset of my housekeeping hobby, which I love. I’m the kind of person that loves opening a drawer or cabinet and having not only look all pretty and neat (I think everyone likes that) but also to have it make so much sense that putting things away is quick and easy every time. There’s no true organization system if it breaks the moment you try to clean up, is there?

Did you know there’s a large community on YouTube that consists of housecleaning and home organization videos? I find it very satisfying to watch these people (nearly all women) talk about the products they use, how they decorate and clean, and then to just watch them as they do it. So many times I find myself thinking, “Why are you putting all your appliances away into all those cabinets that are hard to reach when you use them every day?!” There’s this one YouTuber in particular that does this, and it drives me kind of batty. She loves to see her countertops empty, and I must agree her space is amazing to look at when she’s done, but she makes her life so much harder than it has to be.

Then again, she doesn’t have fibromyalgia, so maybe that’s not so much of an issue. It still irks me, though.

I know it better

Experience takes the prize

I think in an earlier post I mentioned that I’ve moved a lot. Maybe that was a comment on someone else’s post somewhere. If I did, I’ll link to it. In any case, I’ve moved roughly 50 times in my life. I should count them to see how close I am to that number. I’m probably rounding up a little. It might be closer to the mid-40’s. But that’s not the point. I’m rambling. I don’t have anyone to talk to, so you guys are it.

Anyway, when I come into a new space, the first thing I do is start to open cabinets and cupboards and things and imagine what I expect to find there. Then that’s where I put those things. Easy peasy. I let the space decide for me. Keeps it nice and simple as far as I’m concerned. I have seen some people who try to conform a place to their preconceived ideas of how they like to use a space, and it never works. I’ve done a lot of reorganization projects for people on TaskRabbit who have tried to do this, and I reeducate them when I design the new system for them, and explain what I’m doing and why. They’re always thrilled with the result, even if they’re hesitant or even suspicious of how well it will work when I start. I don’t take them tasks any more, being retired/disabled now. There’s always too much heavy lifting at some point, far reaching, and almost always heavy-duty cleaning that I can’t handle.

So what have I really been doing?

Regret for wasted time is more wasted time—Mason Cooley

I’ve been going through my YouTube videos and creating custom thumbnails for them using Canva. I can’t spend a lot of time doing this, which is why I’m just using an online tool, but I still find it a bit too much like my old design job, which caused me long-term and somehow traumatic injury. But I’m mostly having fun doing them. I think I’m mostly making them nice. Of course, the biggest challenge is the fact that in all the videos so far I didn’t plan to do custom thumbnails, so I didn’t pose for them at the end of recording. I have to scrub through the videos to try and find a moment that my face looks halfway normal and take a screen grab of that (and of course all of my videos are low res AF.)

But then I can tell myself that I’m at least doing something.

Okay, I’m not being entirely fair to myself. I did do my first Tarot Tuesday over the past week, and I’m planning to do one tomorrow. I originally was going to make tomorrow’s a live recording, but I’m not sure that makes sense…I think it was more along the lines of trying to see what the Live Recording tool in YouTube was all about more than anything else. I get curious and like to experiment a lot, even when there’s no real benefit to me or anyone. I’m far from being a Luddite!

What I really need to o is start writing music again. I’m feeling very lost as a musician these days, but I know there’s more of it within me, and all I need to do is start playing with my tools, such as they are, to get things spinning again. This is what I’ve really been putting off. In the meantime, you can check out my current release, “i am me/am i not?” over at iTunes.

My latest EP, The Story of Swallow, will be released very soon through CD Baby. I think. There are just a few technical details I need to get handled first. I might have to go a different route, but we shall see. They don’t seem to have any tech support at the moment.

Oh! And I have to sell my scooter. I love that thing, but it no longer runs and I cant find a mechanic locally who can work on it, which is really weird. And trying to repair it myself is beyond my abilities.

I Hit A Wall This Week

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Procrastination station

When I put things off, the days seem to blend one into the other and I lose track of time

It feels as though I’ve hit some sort of creative wall this week. Not only creative. There are administrative tasks I need to follow up on as well, and I can’t seem to confront them, either.

For example, (and here I’m getting far more personal than I ever have—yes, even more so than the “depression” post the other day) I have a small student loan debt. Small, yet still I’ve been so incredibly broke I’ve not able to manage it for an embarrassingly long time. And being disabled now and on a fixed income, I’m looking to have it discharged.

Well, I initiated the paperwork for this a couple of months ago. Included in said paperwork is a document you’re supposed to have a doctor fill out, but if you’ve had a judge claim you fully disabled, as I have, and especially if your Social Security Administration review won’t take place again for 5 to 7 years, as in my case, doctoral confirmation is not required. This indicates that youre not expected to recover.

I included a copy of the page in my mailing that indicated this.

A few days ago I received in the mail a brand-new application from Nelnet, the company that handles these things, and to whom I had mailed the information. In their letter they say they received information from the SSA (they didn’t, it was from me) and that I need to complete the enclosed application, which is essentially starting from square one. Bravo. Great way to overwhelm a disabled person with paperwork. I scoffed, of course, and knew immediately that my response would be to just send them a new copy of what I had sent them already, since nothing that they were asking for was actually required by law to get my loans discharged.

I can’t find the page in question. I know I made a copy of it. I’m certain of this. I have a large folder of all the paperwork regarding the Social Security Administration and my dealings with them over the past few years, and now I’m going to have to go through every page, one by one, to see where the single page is. And if I don’t find it, I’m going to have to see if there’s any way I can get a new copy of it.

Oh, I already tried to get one online. Maybe I’ll just skip the searching and call them today. The telephone wait times are hours’-long, but if you indicate you want a call back the seem to be very good about doing so. Perhaps I’ll go straight to that option and skip the headache.

So…yeah.

Spring clean-n-mean

Out with the old and in with the new

I’ve still been doing a lot of organizing and purging of “the things” and organizing. It’s becoming like a subset of my housekeeping hobby, which I love. I’m the kind of person that loves opening a drawer or cabinet and having not only look all pretty and neat (I think everyone likes that) but also to have it make so much sense that putting things away is quick and easy every time. There’s no true organization system if it breaks the moment you try to clean up, is there?

Did you know there’s a large community on YouTube that consists of housecleaning and home organization videos? I find it very satisfying to watch these people (nearly all women) talk about the products they use, how they decorate and clean, and then to just watch them as they do it. So many times I find myself thinking, “Why are you putting all your appliances away into all those cabinets that are hard to reach when you use them every day?!” There’s this one YouTuber in particular that does this, and it drives me kind of batty. She loves to see her countertops empty, and I must agree her space is amazing to look at when she’s done, but she makes her life so much harder than it has to be.

Then again, she doesn’t have fibromyalgia, so maybe that’s not so much of an issue. It still irks me, though.

I know it better

Experience takes the prize

I think in an earlier post I mentioned that I’ve moved a lot. Maybe that was a comment on someone else’s post somewhere. If I did, I’ll link to it. In any case, I’ve moved roughly 50 times in my life. I should count them to see how close I am to that number. I’m probably rounding up a little. It might be closer to the mid-40’s. But that’s not the point. I’m rambling. I don’t have anyone to talk to, so you guys are it.

Anyway, when I come into a new space, the first thing I do is start to open cabinets and cupboards and things and imagine what I expect to find there. Then that’s where I put those things. Easy peasy. I let the space decide for me. Keeps it nice and simple as far as I’m concerned. I have seen some people who try to conform a place to their preconceived ideas of how they like to use a space, and it never works. I’ve done a lot of reorganization projects for people on TaskRabbit who have tried to do this, and I reeducate them when I design the new system for them, and explain what I’m doing and why. They’re always thrilled with the result, even if they’re hesitant or even suspicious of how well it will work when I start. I don’t take them tasks any more, being retired/disabled now. There’s always too much heavy lifting at some point, far reaching, and almost always heavy-duty cleaning that I can’t handle.

So what have I really been doing?

Regret for wasted time is more wasted time—Mason Cooley

I’ve been going through my YouTube videos and creating custom thumbnails for them using Canva. I can’t spend a lot of time doing this, which is why I’m just using an online tool, but I still find it a bit too much like my old design job, which caused me long-term and somehow traumatic injury. But I’m mostly having fun doing them. I think I’m mostly making them nice. Of course, the biggest challenge is the fact that in all the videos so far I didn’t plan to do custom thumbnails, so I didn’t pose for them at the end of recording. I have to scrub through the videos to try and find a moment that my face looks halfway normal and take a screen grab of that (and of course all of my videos are low res AF.)

But then I can tell myself that I’m at least doing something.

Okay, I’m not being entirely fair to myself. I did do my first Tarot Tuesday over the past week, and I’m planning to do one tomorrow. I originally was going to make tomorrow’s a live recording, but I’m not sure that makes sense…I think it was more along the lines of trying to see what the Live Recording tool in YouTube was all about more than anything else. I get curious and like to experiment a lot, even when there’s no real benefit to me or anyone. I’m far from being a Luddite!

What I really need to o is start writing music again. I’m feeling very lost as a musician these days, but I know there’s more of it within me, and all I need to do is start playing with my tools, such as they are, to get things spinning again. This is what I’ve really been putting off. In the meantime, you can check out my current release, “i am me/am i not?” over at iTunes.

My latest EP, The Story of Swallow, will be released very soon through CD Baby. I think. There are just a few technical details I need to get handled first. I might have to go a different route, but we shall see. They don’t seem to have any tech support at the moment.

Oh! And I have to sell my scooter. I love that thing, but it no longer runs and I cant find a mechanic locally who can work on it, which is really weird. And trying to repair it myself is beyond my abilities.

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Five

Wherein Eliste finally meets her indomitable grandmother, and sees the shocking reality of non-Exalted Shereenian life. (Please forgive my recording quality, I’m trying to find the right equipment.)

Illusion, by Paula Volsky: Chapter Four

Where Dref Zeenoson’s flight from the Derrivale Estate is curiously questioned, then accepted, while Eliste must find another ladies’ maid and finish preparing, and then travel in excitement to her new post in the wondrous city of Sherreen.

Illusion by Paula Volsky: Chapter Three

Where Eliste solicits the help of her curious Uncle Quinz to aid in the release of Dref Zeenoson.

Illusion by Paula Volsky: Chapter Two

Wherein Dref Zeenoson tries to intercede on behalf of Zhen Suboson to the Marquis vo Derrivale to belay Zhen’s punishment for reading forbidden and inflammatory pamphlets, and ends up being punished himself.

Illusion by Paula Volsky: Chapter One

In Chapter One, we meet Eliste vo Derrivale, the daughter of the Marquise vo Derrivale, and member of the Exalted of Vohnar, as she prepares for her upcoming ascension as ladies maid to The Queen next week.

Vloggy Vlog & chitty chatty chit chat

Yes, I know I look a mess. Get used to it.

How are you holding up these days? It’s Day #[mumble] for us of our Seltzer-In-Place (it’s a bit over a month, and yes, I can look it up, but for some reason it’s taking me all day to upload this video.)

Come hang out with me for a bit while I sip some morning tea and chat about the shelter-in-place, how I got my name, what the deal with my bathrobe is, and a few other things.

The Cat’s Elopement

Two kitties seek to find happiness together. Read from The Pink Fairy Book, which attributes this tale to Japan

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The Sprig of Rosemary

This tale comes from The Pink Fairy Book, which states its origin as Spain, 1885

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Little House on The Prairie, Ch. 7: The Wolf-Pack

Pa makes a visit to other settlers in the area while the family enjoys their newly-built home. That evening, they have a frightening encounter with the local wildlife.

This is the last chapter I have of this book, as the other files I’d recorded have been lost. With positive feedback, I’ll consider re-recording them, so you can enjoy the whole book.

Laura Ingalls Wilder on Wikipedia
The Little House Books on Wikipedia
More about the American Homestead Act of 1862

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Coronavirus: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

My mind has been aswirl with various thoughts this week as we’ve been in lockdown for a month now. At least here in Silicon Valley, we can still go for a walk outside. Many places don’t even allow that. Here, they’ve recently added that when you do go out, you must wear a face mask at all times. We no longer know who might be carrying the virus and spreading it to others. And of course, we have large masses of people in Michigan protesting staying inside altogether, which was such a shocker—really, Michigan?! WTF?!

Our beautiful state flower in full bloom

But back to my post. Living in California, I was hearing about how we have food rotting in the fields due to not having workers out there to pick the food. That’s going to trickle-down pretty soon into empty produce aisles at your local supermarket. We also are having shortages in the trucking and shipping industries, which will create shortages of other kinds at stores. This is all so wrong, but it will highlight the main point of this post:

The Bad

The way we “do food” in America is a holdover from WWII. Our factories retooled, and what we have now is making our population fat and unhealthy. If you look at the statistics, you see the trend start in the late fifties and increase through to the eighties when women began to leave the home and go to work outside the home, requiring more and more convenience foods that are easy to ship, easy to store, and easy to cook. It’s this last that has made Americans some of the unhealthiest people in the world. Couple that with the long commute times due to the housing crisis, and increased pollution due to factory waste, distribution networks, and commuting, and you get a picture of a very damaged America.

There were also corporate conglomerations that took place during this same period that made the billionaire class possible, and purchased the Congress we have now. (They own foods and pharmaceuticals, advertising, news and entertainment. Literally, every aspect of American life.) If I were better at statistical analysis and making graphs, that info would be posted right here –> and you’d see what I see, which is a clear picture of America being this well-oiled business machine, designed to consume and to be consumed by its machines of commerce. We no longer park our cars in our garages, because our garages are filled with “stuff”, and we need storage units to store more of our “stuff”, and shopping is our biggest hobby, and every town and city looks the same, due to all the strip malls with all the same stores.

The Good

It’s my hope that through the disruption in our food supply chain we will see the need for our food to be grown sustainably, and that means locally: no more washing of eggs; no more pasteurized milk; no more high-density feedlots. No more corn subsidies. Large agribusiness no longer exists in this country, so we cease the environmentally damaging practices that harm our waterways, groundwater, and air. Food supply is handled at the state and county levels, and it’s assured at those levels commensurate with the population. Which leads me to the housing crisis.

These are the lucky ones. They have tents.

The Ugly

My dudes, we need to fix this. And I don’t know how. Well, perhaps I know how, but I don’t often get much agreement from my local fellows.

There is so much noise out there on this topic, but there seems to be no political will, at least not in Silicon Valley. Here, the actual homeowners keep voting down solutions, worried about their own home values going down. It’s cold, it’s heartless, and it’s cruel. The homeless people aren’t allowed to vote, because they have no address. So they have no say in a matter that affects them so deeply. There needs to be some way that they can be associated with an address, like a soup kitchen, or the County Social Services Agency or something so they can be allowed to vote and be heard.

We also need more affordable housing in general. I’m permanently disabled now, due to my cancer surgery causing an injury that can’t be reversed. It’s called Ani Levator Syndrome. It’s unpleasant. I get a fixed amount each month, and I’m on Medicare. My Medicare premium is taken out of my disability payment before it’s deposited in my bank. In addition to that, I have co-pays and a deductible, of which I wasn’t aware—all of the info I was given literally made it sound like everything was covered except dental. (I desperately need to see a dentist soon. I have at least one tooth that’s getting dangerously close to needing a root canal, and I want to avoid that. I think I have three teeth that require drilling and filling, if not four. It’s been years since I’ve been to the dentist, because it’s so hard on my neck and jaw. I get migraines easily, and lying back in that chair for any length of time is going to be excruciating.)

Plus, since I have no coverage, I’ll be paying cash, and I have no money. I can barely cover my rent now with my disability payment. If I want dental coverage, that would be an additional monthly premium, and additional deductibles and co-pays. On a fixed income. In an area where I can already barely cover my rent.

Now, I’ve always been a bit Bohemian and minimalist, not much of one for collecting “stuff”. I do purges and reorganize my things on a regular basis when I’m feeling like I’m being smothered with too many things. I like order and tidiness. I like my closets and drawers and cabinets to make sense. Not having too many things has also been great because I’ve had to move over and over again. I’ve fully moved around 50 times in my life. I’ve never lived alone, as I’ve never been able to afford an apartment on my own. I have always had roommates in a house or an apartment.

I’ve also had chronic pain most of my life, and my career path has suffered. I’ve lost a lot of jobs due to taking too many sick days. It’s bothered me that my pain wasn’t taken seriously and that I had no legal protections to help me keep these jobs. My reputation also suffered, as I was painted as simply unreliable, and possibly a substance abuser, as opposed to a person who was genuinely ill and struggling.

A bit self-absorbed, are we?

Okay, I’ve made this all about me again, and that wasn’t my intent—my point was to illustrate how much empathy I have for the homeless, as I’ve been very close to their position many times. I lived in my car for a couple of weeks many years ago. I had a full-time job and a bit of money in the bank. It took me a while to find a place to live that I could afford–and this was in 1986. I was making above minimum wage, working full time in Berkeley, and I to had to move to Palmisia in Hayward which still had gang violence. The commute for me each morning and evening was bumper-to-bumper traffic each way. I rented a bedroom out of a house because that’s all I could afford. In 1986.

1986!

Affordable housing in the Bay Area is not a new problem!

The ugly truth is that not enough people care about the lives of the people living on the streets to actually do something for them. They’re seen as misfits to society, drug abusers, users, liars, and thieves. If they are, it’s a reaction to society and the way they’ve been treated. There’s probably a small percentage of them that are incorrigible, but the majority of them are just trying to get by and live as pleasantly as they can. I’ve heard statements such as, “I wish they would go away”, and, “We should give them a bus ticket to someplace else”. Cruel, harsh statements, that take away both the humanity and the agency of the homeless.

Whether we like it or not we are all in this together

We are a society. We are one people. The homeless are a part of this society, and in fact, are a direct result of the way that our society currently functions. It’s our issue to solve, like it or not. Whether it’s through an income tax, a sales tax, a property tax (I like this one), or a combination of all of them, we need to house all of the people in our society. Housing is a basic human right, and leaving these people to suffer is a crime against humanity.

Little House on The Prairie, Ch. 6: Moving In

There are several chapters missing here, as the files became corrupted somehow.

The family moves in to their newly-built log cabin on the prairie before there’s even a proper roof. Pa feels more strongly than ever that he’ll always want to live on this land. Pa decides the Big Woods have become too crowded, and moves the family to the High Prairie of Kansas.

This is one of the later chapters, as the earlier sound clips have been lost. With positive feedback, I’ll consider re-recording them, so you can enjoy the whole book.

Laura Ingalls Wilder on Wikipedia
The Little House Books on Wikipedia
More about the American Homestead Act of 1862

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Little House on the Prairie-Ch. 2 Crossing the Creek

The family encounters a surprise when crossing the creek. This book was the basis for the popular television show by the same name. There are themes in the book that describe attitudes that would be considered backward and racist today. It is not the intention to either highlight or censor these, but to let them stand as they are in the book, as a record of historical interest.

Laura Ingalls Wilder on Wikipedia
The Little House Books on Wikipedia
More about the American Homestead Act of 1862

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Confession Booth | Vloggy update and general chit chat

Just a short update on what’s been going on, along with my plans for this Channel. I really hope to start things back up again, this time with more regular content. Let know what you might be interested in seeing,

Just catching up. Hadn’t created a new video in a long time

Little House on the Prairie-Ch. 3 Camp on the High Prairie

The family has traveled far and long and Pa finally selects the perfect place to settle. They make camp one last time before building a house. There are themes in the book that describe attitudes that would be considered backward and racist today. It is not the intention to either highlight or censor these, but to let them stand as they are in the book, as a record of historical interest.

Laura Ingalls Wilder on Wikipedia
The Little House Books on Wikipedia
More about the American Homestead Act of 1862

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Picture Postcards | Acoustic Version: an Original Song by Auryaun

One of my most recent songs, written in early summer of 2009 (songwriting isn’t a quick process for me) while I was recording “i am me/am i not?”. This track didn’t make it on the album and I’ve wanted to share it with you for some time. I plan to include it on my next release, but in a fuller version. For now, here it is stripped-down for you.

The words are meant to evoke a post-apocalyptic scene to describe loss, heartache and abandonment.

Your picture postcards in your zoetrope…

Little House in the Big Wood: The Wonderful Machine

The harvest is a busy time, and Laura’s father arranges to have a machine help with the work.

This is one of the later chapters, as the earlier sound clips have been lost. With positive feedback, I’ll consider re-recording them, so you can enjoy the whole book.

Laura Ingalls Wilder on Wikipedia
The Little House Books on Wikipedia
More about the American Homestead Act of 1862

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Unnamed

This song is “Unnamed”. It’s very raw and emotional. I wrote it in 1993. I have yet to get a great studio version of it, but I’m planning on putting it on a future album. Possibly on “The Story of Swallow”–not sure. “Swallow” is taking an interesting direction at the moment. I apologize for the sound quality on this video, I’ve been unable to get my Snowball to sync the sound with my webcam properly, so I’m just using the webcam mic. I hope you enjoy this sharing experience, which is deeply personal for me. Subsequently, there’s a bit of clipping that I hope you’ll forgive.

At some point I’ll record this and add the harmonies I hear

About being the light in the darkness…

You may have noticed by now that I use this as my tagline, and I’ve done so for a number of years. However, so far none of my posts reflect anything (ha! a pun!) that might be described as such an attitude. This bears explaining, or at least addressing, and it might take me more than one post to do so, because this was a process for me.

First things first

I’m a singer/songwriter, and back in the 2010’s I was working on some ideas for a new solo project. I don’t enjoy performing. I have terrible stage fright. It’s so bad I have something that I call “applause deafness”, but I’m sure there’s some kind of medical title for it. Basically, I can’t tell if an audience is is wildly excited about what I’ve just done, or if a handful of people are idly patting their hands together.

Behold! The Secretary Bird. She has the eyelashes of a queen and the stomping power of an army.

In order to help me, I was creating an on-stage identity, and as part of the whole show, each person who entered the venue would get a little flashlight, and there would be a concert narrative, wherein they’d be instructed to at some point respond to me by lighting, and then holding up their little flashlights, then calling out, “Be the light in the darkness!”

So it was a whole…thing

I’ve held fast to this notion that we need to create more beauty in the world, and that beauty is the only thing that really matters. I used to have a different tagline that reflected this sentiment though I can’t recall the wording exactly. I even have an entire philosophy surrounding the idea that I call Aesthetic Radicalism. I went into it in some detail on my former website, back in the late 2000’s-early 2010’s.

But then there’s life, right?

The fact of the matter is, nobody can maintain “sweetness and light” indefinitely. Humans aren’t wired that way. As my body has degraded, my emotion-work, my Shadow Work, has become more intensified—indeed, perhaps because of these things has my physical deterioration been so intense and rapid over the past decade. I’m not in a place at the moment where I can or want to pretend life isn’t as messy as it is. I speak truth to power as much as possible. I take care of my plant friends. I’m not so good when it comes to nurturing my human friends. I miss having an animal friend.

Which is to say, you’ll be getting me as I come, warts and all.



Little House in the Big Woods-Harvest

It’s harvest time, and there’s lots to do. But one child decides it’s more fun to play than work, and finds a heap of trouble for doing so. This is one of the later chapters, as the earlier sound clips have been lost. With positive feedback, I’ll consider re-recording them, so you can enjoy the whole book.

This is one of the later chapters, as the earlier sound clips have been lost. With positive feedback, I’ll consider re-recording them, so you can enjoy the whole book.

Laura Ingalls Wilder on Wikipedia
The Little House Books on Wikipedia
More about the American Homestead Act of 1862

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Confession Booth: General Update

Where I chat about how I do my recording

It’s nearing the end of summer 2011, and I still hadn’t finished my EP due to my chronic pain condition. All I had managed to do was color my hair to try and move away from the black dye I’d put on it a few years prior. For those of you aware of hair color, you know that’s pretty much impossible.

Do you ever set interim goals throughout the year? Do you prefer to set New Year’s resolutions? Let me know what you think.

Confession Booth: General Update

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Where I chat about how I do my recording

It’s nearing the end of summer 2011, and I still hadn’t finished my EP due to my chronic pain condition. All I had managed to do was color my hair to try and move away from the black dye I’d put on it a few years prior. For those of you aware of hair color, you know that’s pretty much impossible.

Do you ever set interim goals throughout the year? Do you prefer to set New Year’s resolutions? Let me know what you think.

So, two whole weeks have gone by in relative isolation…

I put makeup on for you

I’m doing okay. How are you holding up? I was pretty isolated while going through chemo, and later, when I struggled for 18 months with my small bowel obstruction and had to be hospitalized again, and again. I’ve kind of gotten used to just being in my own head and making it my playground. Plus, I have the internet, and all its joys and diversions.

But most people are much, much more social than I, and I can imagine you’re going a bit stir crazy right now. I actually love being at home and just hanging out, but that’s not what the majority of people enjoy.

I’ve always been this way. Isolated. In my mind-space in some way. Wanting to be more connected, but feeling I need to have the distance from people in order to feel “right” with my energies. Therefore, I have boundless imagination. Nothing is beyond my ken, so far. I mean, I have yet to be introduced to a concept that is totally beyond my ability to conceive it as a reality in any way.

Oh, sure there are some things where I shake my head and say to myself, “Why?!” Like, killing a person for their money. I know it happens all the time, but how can a person love money so much that they can live with themselves after committing such a disgusting act is hard for me to wrap my head around. Maybe that means it will happen to me some day. HA!

But when you start talking about science experiments, metaphysics, things taking place in the weird realm…I am totally down for it all. The more the better.

Let me know in the comments: HOW ARE YOU? I’d really like to know. Just because I’m an introvert, doesn’t mean I don’t care. I care very much. I just lose energy very quickly when I’m around people.

Still Sheltering (natch), Day 5. So what’s with all the people?

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Yes, I am aware these are out of order

Ao…there seems to be a steady stream of people walking around my neighborhood, and I don’t get it. What do they not understand about “shelter-in-place”?! Am I taking it too literally? I mean, I was forced to go outside for about 90 minutes yesterday, and I did encounter quite a few people, in a way. I kept my distance in the best way I could. I have a mask, and I suppose I should have taken it with me and worn it, but that’s another story–

Okay, here’s the story: we live in a 4-plex, of which there are thousands here in Silicon Valley. One of our neighbors recently moved, so there’s a free spot in the carport. The neighbors in one of the other units asked the landlord for permission to park there at the same time I did, and he said whomever gets there first, can park in it.

I’m currently parked there, and haven’t had to leave the house for well over a week. Hm. Actually, up to yesterday, it was closer to 10 days. I discovered yesterday when I went to leave that one of the neighbors had chosen to park behind me. They know who I am and which unit I live in, so they could have at least given me a head’s-up. But, no. This was a dickish move in the extreme.

Oh, you are fiendishly clever

So how am I supposed to respond to something like that? If I respond with anything other than friendly civility, I feel like I’m risking damage to my car. As it is, they may have already chosen to do something dickish to my car, just because I parked there. Oh, at this time I need to point out that there’s plenty of street parking at the moment. I usually prefer to park in front of my house, because my anxious paranoia prefers a vantage where I can keep an eye on my car. The carport is in the back, and I have no way to see if anything is happening back there.

Anyway…I ended-up borrowing my brother’s car. He and I share this apartment. Since I didn’t end up entering my car and I switched the sets of keys inside the house, I failed to grab the face mask that was in my center console. In hindsight I probably should have done that.

Oh, and to bring the Parking Dick story to its current state: I left what I thought was a fairly friendly note on their windshield that of course it’s totally cool for them to park behind me, but maybe we could coordinate a bit better, and it’s a lucky thing I no longer have cancer treatment, so I don’t need to get out every day, and here’s my number and I live in this particular unit. I don’t know if they’ve seen the note or if they give a shit. It was just such a nasty thing to do in the first place, I still can’t believe it. Just talk to me! I even said something along the lines of, “hey, if you’d rather not get your car wet (we’ve had some rains recently) and you’d rather have your car in the front spot and me behind you, just let me know”, which of course if you read between the lines is pointing out what a dick they are to trap someone in like that but at the same time if there’s a reason they want to be back there instead of in front where there’s currently plenty of parking because the local businesses that usually take up the street parking have ceased operations.

Ugh, it makes no sense. Oh, well. We shall see what happens.

They say Night Owls have higher IQs

So, yeah, Day 5. Whee. My sleep is totally upside-down again, but I tend to love nightime living. It’s as if there’s more room for my consciousness to expand and exist when there are fewer people taking up the space with their mindless chatter…and it’s not as though I hear chatter, or anything. Night just feels more quiet and the quietude is both soothing and expanding for me. There’s a saying that “nothing good ever happens after 2:00 AM”, but I have to diagree. Some of my best and most fun moments have happened in the small hours, but I had to learn and grow enough in order appreciate what the night has to offer. Night energy is…different.

But that’s a yet another post.

To circle back to my original thought: why are people just walking around and shit, like there’s nothing going on?! There’s this constant, and I mean constant flow of people during the day going past my window on the sidewalk. They’re just strolling around. Maybe that’s harmless? Am I being too cautious? My brother has weak lungs and could get seriously ill if he caught the Coronavirus. We are using disinfectant on our shoes each time we come back in from going to get the mail, and we even spray the mail!

So what is it? I’m genuinely asking. Someone please enlighten me.

Still Sheltering (natch), Day 5. So what's with all the people?

Yes, I am aware these are out of order

Ao…there seems to be a steady stream of people walking around my neighborhood, and I don’t get it. What do they not understand about “shelter-in-place”?! Am I taking it too literally? I mean, I was forced to go outside for about 90 minutes yesterday, and I did encounter quite a few people, in a way. I kept my distance in the best way I could. I have a mask, and I suppose I should have taken it with me and worn it, but that’s another story–

Okay, here’s the story: we live in a 4-plex, of which there are thousands here in Silicon Valley. One of our neighbors recently moved, so there’s a free spot in the carport. The neighbors in one of the other units asked the landlord for permission to park there at the same time I did, and he said whomever gets there first, can park in it.

I’m currently parked there, and haven’t had to leave the house for well over a week. Hm. Actually, up to yesterday, it was closer to 10 days. I discovered yesterday when I went to leave that one of the neighbors had chosen to park behind me. They know who I am and which unit I live in, so they could have at least given me a head’s-up. But, no. This was a dickish move in the extreme.

Oh, you are fiendishly clever

So how am I supposed to respond to something like that? If I respond with anything other than friendly civility, I feel like I’m risking damage to my car. As it is, they may have already chosen to do something dickish to my car, just because I parked there. Oh, at this time I need to point out that there’s plenty of street parking at the moment. I usually prefer to park in front of my house, because my anxious paranoia prefers a vantage where I can keep an eye on my car. The carport is in the back, and I have no way to see if anything is happening back there.

Anyway…I ended-up borrowing my brother’s car. He and I share this apartment. Since I didn’t end up entering my car and I switched the sets of keys inside the house, I failed to grab the face mask that was in my center console. In hindsight I probably should have done that.

Oh, and to bring the Parking Dick story to its current state: I left what I thought was a fairly friendly note on their windshield that of course it’s totally cool for them to park behind me, but maybe we could coordinate a bit better, and it’s a lucky thing I no longer have cancer treatment, so I don’t need to get out every day, and here’s my number and I live in this particular unit. I don’t know if they’ve seen the note or if they give a shit. It was just such a nasty thing to do in the first place, I still can’t believe it. Just talk to me! I even said something along the lines of, “hey, if you’d rather not get your car wet (we’ve had some rains recently) and you’d rather have your car in the front spot and me behind you, just let me know”, which of course if you read between the lines is pointing out what a dick they are to trap someone in like that but at the same time if there’s a reason they want to be back there instead of in front where there’s currently plenty of parking because the local businesses that usually take up the street parking have ceased operations.

Ugh, it makes no sense. Oh, well. We shall see what happens.

They say Night Owls have higher IQs

So, yeah, Day 5. Whee. My sleep is totally upside-down again, but I tend to love nightime living. It’s as if there’s more room for my consciousness to expand and exist when there are fewer people taking up the space with their mindless chatter…and it’s not as though I hear chatter, or anything. Night just feels more quiet and the quietude is both soothing and expanding for me. There’s a saying that “nothing good ever happens after 2:00 AM”, but I have to diagree. Some of my best and most fun moments have happened in the small hours, but I had to learn and grow enough in order appreciate what the night has to offer. Night energy is…different.

But that’s a yet another post.

To circle back to my original thought: why are people just walking around and shit, like there’s nothing going on?! There’s this constant, and I mean constant flow of people during the day going past my window on the sidewalk. They’re just strolling around. Maybe that’s harmless? Am I being too cautious? My brother has weak lungs and could get seriously ill if he caught the Coronavirus. We are using disinfectant on our shoes each time we come back in from going to get the mail, and we even spray the mail!

So what is it? I’m genuinely asking. Someone please enlighten me.

Day 3 (of 21) Shelter-In-Place: Still going fine, as you’d expect

I had cancer, and spent many days, even weeks, lying in bed or being desperately housebound, so this has been easy so far. I don’t think my very outgoing daughter is doing as well. She’s a huge extrovert, plus she’s with a community theater group, and they were supposed to have started rehearsals for their current show already.

Many people seem to be using a video conferencing app known as Zoom. I’m not linking it, as this isn’t a paid sponsorship or anything, it’s just an observation. I’ve noticed both professionals using it for business meetings as well as folks using it for casual fun: my daughter had a 2-hour face chat with 9 of her theater friends on it last night, and her theater company is using it for virtual rehearsals. Have you used it? What’s your take on it?

I’ve heard all kinds of stories of people making runs on toilet paper. This is so odd to me. I use Amazon’s Subscribe and Save program, and so I buy these things in bulk. I get much more product and I pay a fraction of the price in bulk as I would have paid in the store.

In other words, the bulk price is lower than the in-store price. That’s hard to beat.

Plus, due to a glitch in their system, I’ve been getting additional shipments from an old account that no longer exists. I’m not being billed for these items (and frankly, I really have no place to store them, so it’s more annoying than anything).

One person made a TikTok noting that the TP buying frenzy is due to the fact that people (he means men) tend to poop at work. Since they’re now forced to work from home, they need extra TP. That’s a workable hypothesis, I guess. As a woman, I seldom ever pooped at work. There used to be a thing in Elementary School that was “poop shaming”.

Poop-shaming never takes a holiday

It would go like this: you’re just about to finish up having completed evacuating your bowels, when another girl and her friend come in. (It’s never done alone, always with at least one other person, preferable only with one. Too many others and it seems like you’re just a random bully.)

One of the girls notices, quite loudly (while you’re just about to flush) how odorous the room is. How absolutely vile and disgusting the stench is. The language is mine, of course. These are usually young girls, around 9 or 10.

Stenchiness” can follow you everywhere

Anyway, you flush, and now you have to face the commentators: You are The Vile and Disgusting Maker of Stenches. May you one day rot in the pit of your own stenchiness, for having given the tender noses of these young and delicate maidens a moment of despair.

Sadness knows you forever

So, yeah. I’m pretty sure most American women have experienced something akin to this. I know my daughter has, and she’s two generations removed from me (I’m GenX, she’s GenZ. Is my math right on that? I got screwed-up on math because I had New Math for about 18 months before it went away).

I think it’s also likely that people think the virus will cause them to have diarrhea–which it won’t, but I think people believe it will. I think the Spanish Flu, which became the standard for “influenza”, shortened to “the flu” is where that came from. Although I’m currently on the internet and have vast capabilities for looking this up to see if I’m correct, I’m not going to do so for reasons.

In any event, I hope you and yours are faring well, in whatever condition and state you’re currently in. Much love to you.