Why I love Spock (and Star Trek)

Subtitle – in which I try to distract myself about Christmas Ghosts coming out tomorrow! I might be just a little too excited.

You are neither Vulcan nor human, and therefore you have no place in this universe.

I was drawn to Spock because I did not fit in. I was born with a physical disability yet I am very intelligent. In the Dark Ages when I was growing up, the disabled were ostracized and bullied in the ‘normal’ schools. For years, groups of children would corner me in the hallways and tease me for walking on crutches and for being different from them. The school board was so sick of my mother getting in their face about how I was treated that they pretty much forced her to send me to the ‘special education’ center with the other disabled children—the ones no one wanted to teach or see.

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For my birthday this year, I’m asking for donations to Brady Center to Prevent Gun Violence. I’ve chosen this nonprofit because their mission means a lot to me, and I hope you’ll consider contributing as a way to celebrate with me. Every little bit will help me reach my goal. I’ve included information about Brady Center to Prevent Gun Violence below.

The mission of the Brady Center is to cut gun deaths in half by 2025 through awareness campaigns and policies aimed at keeping guns out of dangerous hands.

Brady Center

Event Horizon

black holeI feel like I’ve been sitting on the event horizon of my personal black hole. This has happened to me before and last time, I was past the point of no return without realizing it was happening. That was a very, very bad year. I lost my father and two of my dogs in six months. I stopped leaving my house because both my dogs were lost when I went out.  They were old, but it still got to me on some level that it was my fault for not being with them.

My dad had, had a stroke years before, and he was not doing well. Losing him was not a surprise but it still got to me. I wish I could say it was because of good things. I wasn’t ready for those. Mostly I felt cheated that I never got to tell him how angry I was at him while he was still mentally able to understand the rage I’d been sucking up for decades. He made some very selfish choices that severely changed the course of my life.

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Dear Brain

I know it’s been a rough year other than the wonderful stuff that’s happened on several bright points over the last six months, but can we please stop being anxious for nothing? I mean seriously. Enough is enough.

We are not going to turn into a hermit again. That is the wrong way to live. Once we’re out there with friends, do we not have a blast? YES, WE DO.

So stop trying to make me feel off kilter about going to game tomorrow night. It’ll be great. We love our crew. Denny’s liked us last time. They will this time. It’s only four of us.

Besides, we can say ‘screw the points’ and have breakfast for dinner!

Thanks,
Jenn

Whirlwind and Thanks

We will not be admitting how long I crashed today. I have over 200 pages to edit, and when I’m done with that, I should send in my notice. I can’t do writing, webmaster, personal assistant, AND editor at the same time. My brain would go smooth, and I’d be a drooling idiot.
 
My writing and my two part time jobs are the priority now. The past six months have been filled with so many changes, and I’m very thankful that most of them were for the good. I just wish the first on the list hadn’t been such a sad thing, because my mom isn’t here to see what I’ve finally accomplished.
 
She gave me words. She gave me books kids weren’t supposed to read. She let me watch scary movies, noir detectives, and supported me whenever the various schools got bitchy about me reading those books and studying about witchcraft. Yay mom!
 
I miss my dad too, and I think about him whenever I watch Star Trek. He gave me new worlds to explore in reality and fiction.
 
I also know I would not be where I am without the Five and all the RP friends who have become family with me over the years. I will forever be grateful for their encouragement and support.
 
Now it’s time for me to feed Harley and Gus, because of all the things I do, keeping the furry kids happy is number one on the list. Badger’s the easy one. He only eats dry cat food.