Typically, when I write, it's because I've had a flash of inspiration, something that makes me say "OMG I need to tell the internetz about this thing!" but since I am trying to get back into a regular writing habit and get those muscles flexing again, I don't necessarily want to sit around and wait. So instead, I went to the Wayback Machine to dig up this old post from 19 years ago. Let's discuss, shall we??
But first? Who is Connie? I do
not remember a Connie. I remember a lot
of people from those days, some fondly (Hi Terri!), some not so much
(::coughcoughSMEDcoughcough::) I did
click through the hyperlink but her page is defunct. I searched the user name to see if she had a
profile elsewhere, found an old Live Journal but couldn't get any of the pages
to load. So, we'll never know!
2) Eh, this one doesn't bother me as much these days. Although......a-ha! Here is the inspo I was looking for! I will tell a story!
So there's this event I volunteer for every year, Fright Reads Book Festival (which, if you're in the Maryland area, I definitely recommend checking it out!). This past year, 2024, my involvement started Friday night and ran all the way through Sunday evening. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME I'd walk the floor I'd see this one vendor who would greet me with a bright "Hi Vicki!". EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Like, she was someone I knew from outside the event, like we shared some inside joke about something, there was this air of "I know you and you know me but we are going to act like we are just here as vendor and volunteer" I don't know how better to explain it, and it certainly wasn't weird or creepy or anything, there was just an air of familiarity that didn't feel justified. The whole time I kept figuring she was someone I knew, like a friend of a friend of something, but I couldn't place her and I didn't want to let her know I had no idea, so I would brightly reply back "HI!" and continue walking the floor, looking for chainsaws and firearms and clowns and such. I asked the event runner (Hi Harry!) later and he told me she was the wife of one of the authors so no, not someone I knew (although I guess we'd met at prior years' events?) (but I have facial recognition disorder which is a totally real not made up thing). Anyway, she was a very nice lady and this year maybe I will learn her name!
Guh. Not the most interesting story. Maybe at some later point I will tell y'all about the firearms and chainsaws and clowns. Orrrrrr....come out to Fright Reads this year, September 13th and 14th, Howard County Fairgrounds.....orrrrr....come out to Halfway to Halloween, April 26th, Marley Station Mall!
(ummm...not sponsored)
3) Men? Approach me? Eh, not so much. Married, older, fluffy so, basically invisible to the menfolk. I am ok with this.
4) OMG this, so much this, I try to keep it under control as much as I can, especially post covid, because, y'know, licking. The tip of a pen, the blade of a pair of scissors, those are the worst offenders. Something about the sound of a pair of scissors cutting through cardboard gives me the heebie jeebies like you wouldn't believe. Ick ick ick.
5) Yeah. Still. The Neverending Worry, I would make a Neverending Story joke here but I've never seen the movie so have no context for jokery. (SRSLY SPELLCHECK, GET OFF MY ASS, IT IS TOO A WORD!)
Okay, that should do ya for another day.
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