Earlier today, I was comparing my workplace culture to a pack of wolves. When there is something bigger to focus on, we operate marvelously as one fluid pack. When there is bad weather and nothing to focus on, we harass and gnaw on one another in such a way that any outsider looking in would think we were all a bunch…

Whenever I gamed with a group, I made a point of “accidentally” destroying male characters who hit on my female character in game, which was always a lame attempt IRL. It was never a purposeful kill of an ally, it was more of a “in character, she simply did not care that he got caught within range of her attack.”

I also figure that one can take advantage of a hot car in the summer for the same purpose. After crossing roads with one, my luggage sat in my car in the sun for a while. (I even left clothing/shoes on my dash to make sure they got thoroughly roasted because I was too creeped out to take ANYTHING into my house)

I had an “experience” earlier this year. I inspect my hotel rooms, but still woke up one morning to see something scurrying away. I pinned it to my bed with my phone, came to, realized what was likely under my phone, trapped it in a jar and verified what it was. (...and fussed at it for being full of my blood)

I packed…

I also learned the last lesson about quality luggage the hard way. Afterwards, I invested in a Tortuga backpack...and it is the best thing EVER. I learned to keep the weight of my carry-on baggage under control, wash clothes instead of taking 2+ weeks of stuff with me, and it gives me a massive amount of flexibility…

Dogs are awesome. I spook contractors/postal workers/visitors because my trio is “set off” once a vehicle stops in front of the house. I usually meet them at the door before they are ready.

All this talk of what Trump is going to do makes me think about ancient Egypt. Several new pharaohs would try to decimate anything that remained of an unpopular or hated predecessor—policies, gods/goddesses, temples, statues, literature—sometimes even moving/building the capital city someplace else.

My initial purge was caused by the “you wear 20% of your clothes 80% of the time,” quote. It really irked me, thus the closet-purge commenced. (I think I am probably down to 35% of what I originally had stuffed in the closet, with 2 more large bags going out next week.)

Ain’t that the sad, sad truth?!? Not to mention, a lot of non-artists do not think about the amount of time that goes into it. (not even the time it takes to build the experience, plan, sketch, and so on--but to actually execute it)

One of the things about this election that pisses me off the most is that this damned woman will keep showing up on TV.

Outside of my “real” full-time job, I am an amateur artist—good enough to sell my work, but not good enough to make a decent living off it in the long-term. I would travel with a small circle of artists so that we could cut our expenses while attending shows.

Yup, this tactic helped me after I had cleared out about 50% of my closet. I was hanging on to items that were adorable and I loved the way they looked on the hanger. One day I forced myself to put those items on—and they really did look better on the hanger than me.

This article spurred me to try and sell a candle lamp. After Amazon tried to get me to list it with a UPC (...which I cannot find ANYWHERE, even on the tag still attached to the statue), I think I will take the lazy way out, put it in my thrift donation pile, and write it off my taxes. X-D

I was a practicing Wiccan the same time I was in the military—and that made for some fun.
- I was outright told to change my religion in my records if I wanted to progress as a military officer. I got irate and changed it to “Jedi.”
- I was the unofficial animal-handler because snakes, bats and bugs would find their…

I know it is not professional, but I kind of wish her response could have been this.

I go with the argument for multiple dogs because the older dogs can teach the new dog. When all dogs are in good health, I foster dogs because a new addition observes the pack and picks up quickly on acceptable behaviors.

At least it is your ex-best friend. My parents just dropped a bombshell that they are going to Ecuador for cheap surgery, and are looking into buying property to “escape Hillary.”

Tea. It has been a terribly unlucky week at work, my brother is not even trying to move out of my house, and I cannot make any more home repairs (massive hailstorm a couple months ago wrecked a lot) because winter is setting in, and my ulcers are acting up. T_T

Have you seen the video of Seth Myers roasting Trump? They occasionally pan over to Trump—who looks like he is plotting how to rip out Seth’s heart and turn it into hair pomade.

I get several boxes of candy, give it out until I get tired (or the kid traffic slows down), then I seriously dump EVERYTHING left onto whoever happens to be my “last person.”