A Do Over

About twenty minutes ago, it occurred to me I hadn’t posted a blog piece today, and once midnight was here, I couldn’t turn back the clock and keep on track with the Project 365 bondage commitment. But even if I had skipped today, it wouldn’t make me lose sleep. I’ve neglected or just plain screwed up so many things during my life that missing a day of posting is probably 100,396th on the list.

It would take me a couple of years to list all of the things on which I placed too much emphasis, but most of it was on being responsible and mature, doing the right thing. I spent so much time trying to get things right and scared to death of messing up that I didn’t let myself be a kid. And I still messed up!

This blog is a bit of an attempt to manifest the childhood I’ve been recapturing, and as with any child, I’m going to cross a boundary at times. Such as saying the word fuck. I don’t mean actually saying the word. I’ve said it many times in my life. I mean typing it on this blog for anyone in the world to read. Perhaps that sounds a lame excuse to be crass. Yeah, I know some of you think that, and I can’t really do much about you thinking it, but I am aware that you do, and it’s really not my intent to offend you. But I also know even if I walked on water, there would be some of you who wouldn’t like the angle of the video clip.

If it’s not clear by this point in the post, then let me make it crystal. I’m trying to work something out. You can come along with me or not. I hope you stay and continue the ride. And no, I don’t intend to parade a sting of profanity to prove that I can be carefree, but there has been something freeing in saying pretty much what I think. I said “pretty much” because I’m not quite sure the world is ready to hear all of my (or anyone’s) reckless thoughts. There is such a thing as discretion.

So what does this have to do with Richard Armitage? Stick around and you’ll find out. :D

For now a little peek at the man who wanted a do over:

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Candid shot courtesy of KuchingGirl

edit: I canned the 365 program several weeks into this year. It was a good experience but not necessary to continue.

Serendipity Thy Name is Twitter

That about sums up Twitter, but the pleasure is in the details. Yesterday, I discovered Sam Neill has an account. I have to admit I was not a fangirl of him when I was younger, but then, I wasn’t a fangirl of anyone. Too cool for that sort of thing. I had appearances to keep up, and I kept them up with a vengeance. Blessedly, my daughters were not as uptight as I was, and my oldest will have a conniption when she discovers Sam Neill is following me (and several other RA fan girls) on Twitter.

Now I’m not stupid — at least not this week — and know that Sam Neill is running a business. It’s in his best interest to follow a bunch of mouthy females who will not only talk about him but his wine. I’m happy to report I’ve read his site, and if the wine is even half as good as the write-ups there, I need to buy a bottle quickly! Who knew Sam Neill was so snarky? But then he is from New Zealand. Yes, I know he wasn’t born there, but he’s been there long enough, and he is half Kiwi.

What I’m trying to say and taking seven words where one will do is I think I’m going to buy some wine. And then Twitter is really going to get fun.

In the meantime, I’m putting in my bid for Richard Armitage on the blog.

Note to self: Sam is just one more reason to make a pilgrimage to New Zealand. :D

Note to those who don’t do Twitter: seeeeeeee!

edit: I just remembered I won ‘The Piano’ DVD on one of the giveaways from The Squeee. Must make a trip to the post office today!

second edit: I was wrong. It was the book The Piano (already started reading :D ) and a little surprise I didn’t know about. Thanks, Trax.