CraigsList Missed Connections 18 December 2007
Posted by Suzi Moonlight in Night Person.Tags: craigslist
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I don’t know why, but sometimes, late at night, I look through the CraigsList, Missed Connections. Wait, I think I do know why. I want one to be for me. There is never one for me.
Remember the Madonna movie, Desperately Seeking Susan? I liked it. People tease me for liking it. I don’t like Madonna. I do have one Madonna tape. I traded it to a friend for my Sheila E. tape. He gave me Madonna, because he worshipped her, and I was afraid I wouldn’t get back Sheila E.
“There’s no way I would let you keep my Madonna tape, so you know you’ll get back Shelia E.”
Last year, I got the long missed Shelia E. album on CD for Christmas.
Maybe, it’s because my proper name is Susan. Maybe, every girl wishes there was a ‘missed connection’ ad for them. It’s not the kind of thing I discuss with my friends. I don’t want them to know I look at those posts.
Desperately Seeking Suzi Moonlight
I can’t believe you are so lame. You actually read these? I am not your friend anymore. Gaw, girl!
Yeah, I don’t tell them.
Anyway, none of the posts are ever for me. Sometimes, when the local ads are boring, I look through the w4m. I look through the ads for other cities, too. I found an amazing post.
Whoever this man is, I hope he appreciates it. Whoever this woman is, I hate her. I could only dream of writing something like this. I don’t have the nerve, even if I could think it, to put myself out there like that.
I could never post a Missed Connection. The handsome man I saw at the Post Office two days ago… I couldn’t catch a look at his left hand. I could feel him behind me in line. Some would call it aura, but his energy was comfortable. He sighed, twice, during the wait. It wasn’t the bothered sighing of an impatient person. It was a thoughtful sigh. It made my heart skip.
It wasn’t until I was at the counter, that I stole a glance at him. I half-expected a mutant. A faceless person sighing behind me in line? What are the chances he would be handsome? One in what million? But, he was. He was very handsome. Of course, I couldn’t see his left hand, so he was probably married. Likely. What are the chances he wasn’t?
Astronomical, I’m sure.
Co-dependent, CNet, a naked guy and a schizophrenic 13 December 2007
Posted by Suzi Moonlight in Once.Tags: events, Once, personal
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I once dated a co-dependent guy. I wasn’t in a co-dependent relationship. He was-prior to our dating. It didn’t go well. I couldn’t tell him what he should do, who his real friends were, what to eat, wear, think about. He needed that. It was all he knew. He didn’t like having to figure out things for himself. Just trying to get him to pick a restaurant took a half hour. I refused to do his thinking for him. I have enough trouble figuring out things for myself. I had to let him go. I hope he finally found his way.
I once won a CNet mug for a geek joke. It wasn’t a great joke. I’m not going to tell you what it was. I still have the mug.
I once found pictures of a naked man decorating his Christmas tree. They were scattered in a parking lot. Who can pass by a parking lot full of photos? The man’s wife was in some of the pictures too. She was fully dressed.
I once went out with a schizophrenic who wouldn’t take his meds. We went to a Blues show. It went all right. He thought I was crazy, because I told him if I wanted a parking spot closer to the concert, all I had to do was think about it. It worked. It always does.
He was okay, except every now and then he’d ‘circle’. He would start on one subject, go to the next, the next, then come back around to the first, with the same point. I’d point out he was ‘circling’ and we’d talk about something else.
He wrote beautiful poetry. I don’t get poetry. I’m too literal. Sometimes I understand it, but can’t explain what it means. He was amazing. I understood his writing. It had rhythm and colour – sound and texture. A rare genius. If he hadn’t liked to dress in a cheerleader’s outfit, we might have gone out more than once.
Please, for sleep, yes? 13 December 2007
Posted by Suzi Moonlight in Night Person.Tags: getting up early, morning people, night people
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I had relatives visiting the last few days. They are all morning people. I had to resort to cotton in my ears. I hate having to do that. I used to be able to sleep through anything. Then, there was a fire at the house.
I woke up when I heard my mother yell to my brother, “Get my shoes!”
I yelled out, “What’s going on?”
She said, “The house is on fire.”
Apparently, her having shoes was more important than waking me up while the house was burning. That was years and years ago. I still wake up if anyone speaks above a whisper. I don’t want to be left behind in the burning building. She insists she was going to wake me.
To her credit, she defended me to everyone over the last week. With my house filled with relatives, everyone notices I don’t get up at 7:am. She told them all her stories about carrying me. Yeah, the whole while-she-was-pregnant deal. Seems I was a sleeper then, as well. I wasn’t a kicker. She thought, several times, that I would be still-born. She told everyone, she would wait as long as she could, then punch her stomach a little to wake me – just to make sure I was still alive. “So, that’s what happened to her?” Oh, ha ha.
After I was born, I still liked to sleep. Mom would call her mother and ask if she should wake me. She called her doctor and complained that I slept too much. Both, told her most mothers would love to have that complaint. Her friends would laugh when she’d tell them she had to go, it was time to wake the baby. Yeah, wake the baby.
Sometimes, I think if she’d merely let me get the sleep I wanted as a baby, I wouldn’t need so much now. Nine hours is best. I tell people I have a slow brain and it takes longer than most to sort and store. I could have been Einstein, if she’d only let me sleep. You know that personal jet-pack that never has come to fruition? That was probably my invention.
I Don’t Get Hints or Riddles 4 December 2007
Posted by Suzi Moonlight in Once.Tags: art, events, marriage, Once, personal
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I get riddles a bit, not much though.
In my description of my intended content of this blog, I mentioned being a once and two ‘once’ things. To give you a better idea of onceness, here’s more detail:
I was once in a beauty contest. I was about six. Don’t think Jon Benet, this was a while ago. My mom thought it would be fun and, like any mom, thought I had a chance. The girl who won had a familiar ‘family’ name. If you’re from the north, you’ll know what I mean. My mother wasn’t as disappointed that I didn’t win, as she was with herself for not realizing it would be a fix. We all got trophies.
I once sold out in an art show. I was about twelve. My mother was in many, many art shows. I could see the problem with sales was that the items, being handmade, were expensive, and the people were mostly browsers. At twelve, try explaining that to an artist. I decided I would prove my point. I came up with an item called Owl Heads.
They were simple to mass produce – a ball of clay, smashed against the table to flatten one side. A wet thumb making a swoosh forming the eye area and leaving the nose area, two pokes with a pencil for eyes. To give the customers some selection, I painted the eyes different colours. I prefer green eyes, but the majority of the owl heads were given blue. I made about twenty of them. I priced them at a dollar each. I sold out. My mother still wouldn’t listen to my marketing suggestions.
I was once proposed to as a riddle. I said, no. If I had understood the question, I would have said, yes. It was only about ten years later that I even knew it was a proposal. I ran into the guy I used to date, and we were both surprised that neither of us could remember us ever breaking up. To this day, I have no idea when we stopped seeing each other or the circumstances. It was like he simply faded from my life.
My best friend has a great memory, so I asked her what had happened. She said it was the same for her. She saw us simply drift apart. Then, she asked if I could remember when the drift began. I told her, it was around the time he asked if I wanted his parent’s house. I never thought it was a big deal, so I hadn’t told her about that.
She wanted to know what I meant, so I explained. He had told me his parents were thinking of moving back to [insert state name here] and told him, if he was married, he could have the house. He asked, “Would you want that house?” I hated that house. It had the most akward floor plan I’ve ever seen. I said, “No.”
My friend’s jaw dropped.
“He asked you to marry him?”
“No. He asked if I wanted that house. I hate that house.”
“You seriously didn’t get the question?”
“Huh?”
No, I seriously didn’t get the question. I thought we would get married, eventually, so I only heard the actual question I was asked. I dated that guy for years. He should have had some idea how dense I can be.
I’m still trying to get my sketches to look better. The pen/cursor is hard to manage. There’s almost a quarter inch difference between my pen tip on the screen, and the cursors position. I tried to focus on the cursor only, but it’s like trying to sign your name on one of those credit machines at the store. It kinda, sorta, looks like your signature – if done by a drunken child. Oddly enough, my doodles look better than my drawings.
Circles seem to be the hardest to make. The pen/cursor stops and starts randomly, as well. I know, excuses, excuses. ::sigh::
Staff Day 1 December 2007
Posted by Suzi Moonlight in Night Person.Tags: meeting, Night Person, sleepy, work
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I had to attend a Staff Day today. Sounds fun and exciting, doesn’t it? It’s not that bad really, but I had to get up at 7:30am. Don’t think to yourself, you do that every day. Do you normally go to sleep around 3:am? I do.
Getting up at 7:30 is very hard for me. I usually get about five hours of sleep, if I can get to bed early. Sometimes, like last night, I have to take melatonin to drift off so soon before my usual bedtime.
Let me get a myth out of the way right away. You cannot change your internal alarm clock when you are a night person. You can’t. I don’t care what you’ve read. I worked a job for years, getting up at 6:30am, and I never got used to it. It doesn’t work any more than a morning person can sleep in till 11:am consistently, through practise.
My computer is a tablet. A year ago I didn’t even know what a tablet was, now I have one with the lovely touch-screen and pen mouse. I can write long-hand and it guesses what I was trying to write. It doesn’t work that well for me, because my handwriting looks like caps, but it works some. I thought it would be great to use a pen for graphics, but it’s turning out to be a challenge. The cursor is slightly to the right of my pen. I’m left-handed and set it to left-hand, that’s why it’s to the right, not the left. Hopefully, there’s a learning curve and my drawing skills with the pen will get better.
I hate blogs without images. Just so many words. However, my camera is junk. I decided to do some sketches instead.
This is my hair comb. I have… unruly hair. It requires little maintenance, but must be corralled. Goody makes an awesome hair comb that actually holds my hair – except today. My hair rejected the comb sometime during my drive. It just threw it right out. I had to go back to the car and find it, because a puff of curls was getting in my eyes.
This is the entrance to the country club where the meeting was held. It wasn’t the fanciest country club in town, but it was nice and looked old.
This is the shiny-headed lizard guy who talked to us about security. I spelled shiny wrong. Did I mention I got up at 7:30? There were a lot of people from other divisions that I’ve never seen before.
There were two or three handsome men. I was too tired to care. One was geek-guy. Super nerdy. Looked like he would open for They Might Be Giants. Adorable. He kept glancing over, then finally got the nerve to say, ‘Hello’. I tried to smile and sound happy, but as asleep as I was, I might have growled and said, ‘Go to hell,’ for all I know.
Bachelor number two was an architect. He looked a bit like Frank Langella, but when he was younger. He sounded just like Brian Williams. I realized this, because my eyes kept drifting shut. He was looking over and smiling, slowly working his way to my area. He may have mistaken my sleepiness for flirting. Bedroom eyes, yes, I had those going, but not the kind that phrase means.
I took notes during the meeting. Only one or two had to do with what was being said. One note is to look into the possibility of having a device that could plug into an electrical outlet and ‘beam’ electricity to an appliance with a receiver. I read about experiments on filling a room with electricity, so that any electrical device in the room could operate on the currency, but that sounds dangerous. I don’t know if electricity can have different wave-lengths. Electricity is my blind-spot. I’m more mechanically incline. I can wire a switch or outlet, but I have to see the closed breaker myself – know that I’m not going to get zapped capping the wires. I can fix my car engine, but not my wiring. For years, I’ve meant to learn more, but I haven’t. Shame on me.
I made it through the whole meeting. I drank a lot of coffee, and I will sleep tomorrow till about 11:am. I won’t be able to go to sleep early tonight, though. No matter what time I get up, I’m not a napper, and I get a second wind around 1:am. No amount of fatigue changes that. That’s just part of what being a night person means.
