Adie and Allen Save the World, Rants and Ramblings

Adie and Allen Save the World

A couple months ago, my best blogger buddy, Allen of Das Midnight Goose, proposed we get together digitally, discuss and array of topics, and solve the world’s problems through shit-talking. A conference of complaint, if you will. We’d then share these results with our respective readers. Allen’s post on Monday covered a range of topics both serious and frivolous. Today, my topics are all technology based, because I was feeling uppity that day.

And so, without further ado… Continue reading “Adie and Allen Save the World”

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Blogtober 2018, Friday Free-For-All

Friday Free-For-All: How To Survive Social Media (by someone who fkn hates social media)

To preface this: This is not “how to use social media.” This isn’t some SEO BS post about how you can get a billion followers with “this one simple trick!”

This post is about navigating the sea of garbage that exists on websites like Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. It’s about how to have a presence on those sites and still be able to go to sleep at night not feeling like maybe global nuclear destruction isn’t such a bad option, after all.

It is not easy. That’s why I post once in a blue moon; because social media makes me sick.

For my own convenience, I’m going to break this down by website and start with the worst of the worst. Continue reading “Friday Free-For-All: How To Survive Social Media (by someone who fkn hates social media)”

Blogtober 2018, Friday Free-For-All

Friday Free-For-All: Let’s Hook Up!

I’m chronically single at the moment. And, while I did say at the beginning the year that I wasn’t going to put forth any effort in regards to romance, it’s impossible to not think about it at all. I’m human and I just want to be loved…

…in very specific ways. Kind of like a cat. Except I won’t scratch your face if you try to take away my food. …okay, exactly like a cat.

I’ve been seriously considering making a new dating profile, despite my first-hand experience and evidence that dating websites are full of assholes and weirdos. It will probably never happen, because of the aforementioned assholes and weirdos, but I’ve still been wondering what I might put into said profile.

And then I decided, hey! I have a blog! Why don’t I just make a post that’s basically my dating profile and then I can just send the link to my potential victims matches! BRILLIANT!

Let’s begin. Continue reading “Friday Free-For-All: Let’s Hook Up!”

Rants and Ramblings

The Joys of Public Transit

I don’t drive. Not only do I don’t drive, but the most important thing I’ve learned while learning to drive is that I’m also very bad at it. So, maybe it’s a good thing I don’t drive. Not only is it a necessity that I take public transit, but it’s also a public service. You’re welcome.

Still, nothing is a better motivator to learn and improve my driving than riding the bus. The city bus is a cesspool of some of the worst humans the world has to offer. Case in point.
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Guest Post, Spirituality

Guest Post: Allen’s Take on Faith

This week, my dear blogger buddy Allen T. St. Clair from The Midnight Goose has graciously provided a guest post about his experiences with spirituality. Allen is a hilarious blogger, the author of the awesome paranormal mystery series MKPI Odd Case Files, and just an all-around awesome human being. In addition to his blog, you can find him sporadically on Facebook and read his ranting on Twitter. If you’re not following him, you should be. Trust me, there is never a dull moment when the goose flies at midnight!


My mom’s family were devout Methodists and my dad’s family were devout drinkers. My mom’s people believed that spiritual needs could be tended to with food—Methodists, amirite? And my dad’s side believed that if the whiskey you drank Saturday night was strong enough, you probably already did your praying and could skip church Sunday morning.

Both sides of the family observed Christmas and we attempted Easter every other year or so…but for the most part, none of us were incredibly devout folks. Except to the food and drink, of course. My maternal grandmother had a few Precious Moments™ statuettes and a Bible buried in a cabinet somewhere, so I guess there was a little effort made. Sporadically.

The best my mother could tell me when I was growing up was that our family believed that we should always be kind to ourselves, to others, and do what was right. We weren’t observant, however.

I was basically left to my own devices when it came to figuring out God and everything that came with beliefs, faith, and spirituality. And, if you don’t know this about me, if I’m left to my own devices with, well, anything, there’s going to be a few bumps. Possibly a shoe thrown from a moving vehicle while a drunken soon-to-be-bride is having a meltdown in the backseat. But…that’s another story. And I probably need to confer with my lawyers first before telling it.

Anyhoozles, I never felt at home in church. They were always lovely—I mean, stained hellglass: pretty. But the few times I went involved listening to a thunderfuck (see: “gaggle-slash-cluster-fuck) of white folk singing solemnly about violence and sin, my grandmother threatening to punch me in the face, and a lot of strangers trying to hug me. I’m a “don’t get in my personal bubble” type fella.

Ultimately, I ended up going to a Methodist church in my early teens, joining the youth fellowship—then realizing that none of the other teens knew how to make a decent Martini and having to peace out of that shit. I mean, none of them even smoked cigarettes, so how the hell was I supposed to enjoy sleep away camp if absolutely no one is holding? I remember asking a tentmate if he had anything to drink and having a Coca-Cola shoved in my face. Okay. So, we got mixers…but where’s the rum? I was fourteen and he was sixteen. I was obviously dealing with a late bloomer. To answer your obvious question, my request for a tent transfer was met with a sermon about loving thy tentmate. I ain’t got time for all that, I’m starting to get the DTs. Seriously. Where’s the bar, Pastor?

To answer another question, my time at camp lasted one night. I was gone when the sun came up.

Ahem. This has gone off the rails.

So, my “come to Jesus” journey was a lengthy process that A&E probably would have been interested in making into a documentary if they were looking to bleep out every other word I said. The journey didn’t end at the feet of Jesus, either. Luckily, it didn’t end at the Betty Ford Clinic, either. Though, I probably would’ve met more like-minded individuals at Aunt Betty’s 30-Day Retreat.

Ultimately, after dipping my toes in everything from Christianity to Paganism to a brief (and impatient) introduction to Buddhism, I decided that religion just wasn’t for me. Christijoin my religionanity (for me) was too much fire and brimstone. Paganism was a little too passive and hippie. And Buddhism required way too much patience and understanding on my part—and they don’t really care for the drinkers, ya’ feel me? I mean, I’m a big fan of God—she’s my favorite celestial being. Love her work—even if she’s probably side-eyeing me on the daily.

But I realized that spirituality and a person’s relationship with God really has nothing to do with the building you’re in when having your “let’s have a talk” time with God. God hears you wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, or over whatever music you’re singing while celebrating your faith. And my version of God believes in reverence, but also has a sense of humor—so a traditional church and religion is not really made for my kind. We’re not as rare as one might think.

So, to wrap up this long stream of word diarrhea, I guess what I’m saying is that, to me, spirituality is settling into your beliefs, living by them, and having faith. Faith in God’s existence, faith in God’s ability to deal with you as you are, as you struggle to be who you are meant to be, to give you a kick in the ass when you stumble, and to smile down mercifully on you when you do well. When you’re kind to yourself, to others, and do good, God is there without question. Even when you stumble, God may be shaking her head, but she’s still there, too. Probably with a Martini in hand. No building or structured way of worshipping can change that. Faith for faith’s sake is good enough.


A big, heartfelt thank you to Allen for taking the time to write something up for me! It always pays to have friends who will do your work for you! 😉 Once again, you can find Allen at The Midnight Goose, on Twitter, and on Facebook.

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Surviving Winter: Southern California Edition

It’s December and everyone is posting their tips for surviving winter. That’s cute and all, and they’re really interesting reads (really; I love me some Crock Pot dinners, so shower me in your stew and soup recipes), but I live in Southern California, so 90% of it doesn’t apply to me. Down jackets? Heated blankets? I would die of heat stroke.

Winters in Southern California are akin to the brisk beginnings of fall I experienced when I lived in Colorado Springs. Pleasantly cool and the perfect temperature for cute layered outfits without being so bundled up you waddle everywhere you go. (Do you all hate me, yet?)

Even so, California winters are still much colder than California summers.

So, here are my top four tips for surviving winter, So Cal style.

SurviveWinter
Shall we?
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