I’ve been on the internet a lot over the past few days (now that I’ve stopped my meds entirely in anticipation of starting the MAOI, my head is not really functioning well enough to do a lot else).  There’s a lot going on in the world, some of it bad and some of it good.

The bad stuff?  It makes me feel like shit.

But sometimes, somebody posts something so good, that it renews my faith in mankind.  Or, at least, increases my hope that we’re not spiraling uncontrollably down the drain.

Gina Carroll posted an article on BlogHer entitled Encountering Crisis Online: What to Do When Someone Threatens Suicide.  It’s a must read if you’ve ever encountered a person with severe depression, and probably a “really good thing to read if you’re planning on visiting my site over the next few weeks because I am half-way out of my head.”

Another excellent post, also dealing with online social media as an outlet for expressing emotional pain, and how to respond when you encounter it, was just written by Catherine of Her Bad Mother.  You can read it here: “Who, If I cried Out, Would Hear Me?” On Twitter, Tales And Tragedy.

Sometimes, when life is so awful that you want to give up, it’s just nice to know that there are people out there who care.  Thank you, to all of you who care.

I’m not going to post the context in which this comment was made because I honestly can’t even stand to think about the issue.  If you’re interested in reading about it though, you can find it here, here, and here.

“Suddenly it’s a magical man-containment pouch! Like the TARDIS? Or a tractor beam! Oh no, my man-holding tractor beam is malfunctioning! It must be my advanced age of 27? Here I was thinking that these were parts of people, like hands or ears, with no actual science-fiction level powers.”

I could NOT. STOP. LAUGHING.

Next time I have to go to the doctor to have my lady-business inspected, I’m totally going to ask if my tractor beam is in working order.

Also, if you comment as purpleshoes on Pandagon, you are *teh AWESOME*

ETA: Also, I am not at all trying to trivialize the seriousness of the articles in question- the whole issue disgusts me.  I just can’t even begin to comprehend what the original guy could be thinking.  I’m just glad that the comments are there, and the commentators who think the guy is a douche.

Since June.  With BUGS.

I’m serious people.

For our wedding anniversary, she gave us a plant.  I’m a plant killer and prefer to have only fake ones in the house actually, but that is beside the point.  I had the plant in the house for a few days until I read online that it is toxic to dogs and since my dog loves to eat everything but her food, I put the plant outside on our front porch.

It turns out, that move probably saved my life.

We don’t go out our front door very often, so I only noticed yesterday that the plant was dead.  Did I mention that I’m a plant killer?  Yeah, I think I watered it last in like, October.

Anyway, so I thought, well I don’t really need a dead plant on my porch because how classy does that look, even if only the FedEx guy and the Mormons see it, and the basket that the plant came in was really nice, so I could use it for storing my yarn or something.

Today I went out to dispose of the plant and recover the lovely wicker basket it came in – and that’s when I almost died folks.  I was picking up the basket and moving it around on the porch, trying to cut away the plastic liner and BUGS started falling to the ground.  Hundreds of them!

They were these icky, beetle-like things, and they must have wanted to devour my flesh because they kept swarming toward my feet and I would kick them away and they would come right back.  Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and I started crushing them, just like Gimli crushing the skulls in Return of the King when they are looking for the dead army.

I’m pretty sure I had that face too.

The point is, I know what kind of bugs we have around our house, and I know that we never had any flesh-devouring beetles.  Ergo, they could have only come from the plant.  Ergo my mother-in-law has been subtly trying to kill me all this time.

But I’m on to her now.  See if she slips another plot past me!

Bored with my life.

This blog is supposed to be all about how I’m trying to become the kind of person that I wouldn’t mind admiring, if I was someone else because I’m not sure that you are supposed to admire yourself, and also a place to hone my writing craft because that is how I define myself when I’m not depressed and defining myself as a loser.

But it’s just like “meh.”  That’s it.

Here’s a run down of the things I’ve been up to:

• I went to Disney World.  There were poopy people there, and I got an awesome hat and bag.
• I’m tapering off of Cymbalta and I have the almost irresistible urge to stick something metal in an electrical socket, just for fun.  And I feel like barfing 65% of the day.
• I made a dollar with an online survey.  Woot.

And that’s about it, other than inter-personal problems that I can’t really write about because certain people read this blog because I was retarded and gave them the link.  Oh, and I’m looking into a business venture and thinking about re-branding.  And I want to move because I live in a terrible area and I’m afraid to go outside because I’ll probably be shot and raped.  In that order.

What’s new with you?

ETA: Apparently I can’t remember what medication I’m taking anymore – it is Cymbalta, not Celexa. Figured that out from an older post …

The wonderful staff over at BlogHer have approved my blog, and I’m now in the life section!

Screenshot: My Place on BlogHer Life List (click to enlarge)

I guess this means that I should start writing some posts …