halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Today I will be dressed as the Yarn Pixie.
You can locate me at work during the morning hours. After that I will be heading over to get my winter tires put on the car.
I will be the weirdo covered in yarn, with a needle sticking out of her head. I will also be sitting, knitting patiently until my car is ready. The first person to laugh at me will win the prize of my special shiny pink needle going through their eyeball. Nuf said.

halloween, costume, pixie, yarn

the computer's an a-hole

I'm grumpy 'cause the other gd computer we have won't email attached files to this computer. It's a POS and I want to smash it against a brick wall. GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

OH MY GOD it's starting to send. See, I let my emotion out and cleared the energy enough for it to work! I stopped manifesting the malfunction, because my emotion wasn't in the way. I should do this all the time. I'm warning you now, you're going to see a lot more posts that look like this:

I hate the (fill in appropriate noun). It's such a POS and won't (fill in whatever the noun is supposed to do), I want to kick its sorry ass across the room and (fill in appropriate verb) it repeatedly. GRRRRRRRR!

And maybe then, things will start working around here.....

The stupid a-hole computer is still sending the freakin' email, do you think it could take any LONGER???!?!? It's not ROCKET SCIENCE. WHAT A PIECE OF CRAP.

I was just telling toonsis that if the a-hole computer could talk, it would say "HUH?" all the time. It's true. It has no brain, I'm not even kidding it has 256 mb of ram, what a useless piece.

It's STILL SENDING! Do you think it'll be done by next week? This is my version of road rage. What shall we call it? Surf n Turf? I'll turf it a good one. Right out the window.

Is my calling the computer names metaphysically interfering with the email sending? Well if it is, FINE! I love you, computer. You are a beautiful, enchanting, perfect piece of CRA- er, heaven? I just couldn't do it. It's not in me to love the computer. I must DETACH from the emotion I feel about the computer. Disengage. Breathe. Ah, shut up, stasia.....

Okay I will spare you the rest of this mental breakdown I'm having. Just wait till something else isn't working. You, blog, will be the first to know.

By the way, the SOB computer says it's almost done 'sending message 1 of 1'. Hah. We'll see about that.

manifestation, detachment, frustration, computers

logo

Yay for me!
I got my professional logo done the other day....
I think I like it.....

Sorry folks, there will be no poll.

business, logo, yarn, website

the photo poll

Just in case you're here from the link on stasia.ca and are looking for the poll i was talking about, here's a recap of the pictures you are voting on:

1. is called: 'me and a guitar'(the one where i'm looking at the guitar)
2. is called: 'turtle face' ( cuz someone thought i had a turtle face!)

Feel free to vote, guys! Whoever you are.

If you didn't come here from stasia.ca, here's the deal: I have both of these pictures on my website but can't pick which one should go on the main page. That's why there's a poll!

Hey and there's another poll down on the left sidebar, vote on that one too, if ya want. I'm probably going to start doing lots of polls, so, might as well tell me what you want to see!

Ciao for now

poll, pictures, vote, photos, website

Miss Spoon

"Who knows what causes the human brain to split its britches. It would seem that the brain hangs so many curtains between itself and the true universe that eventually light can no longer reach it, and it molds and rots and festers in the dark."
-Tom Robbins

A view from an inanimate object (a forgotten spoon) on the interaction of human beings.
There is proof that we view material objects as lifeless and dull, but when we look closely, we can see that there is indeed life and wisdom.
Makes you think twice before you wipe your butt with toilet paper.

universe, perception, reality, human nature

Om is not Ohm

Dear Sol Stitcher,

There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and intelligence transform a yellow spot into the sun.

- Pablo Picasso

It has come to my attention that I have been accused of ripping you off.

It is quite unfortunate to realize that another artist can jump to negative conclusions, judge and breed hate and then widely publicize their idea spreading negative energy into the minds of others. You are not alone on this planet, or universe for that matter. Great minds can think alike.

There are many, many names on the internet bearing the same name, but that does not mean that they have all copied one another. If you were to take the time to dig a bit deeper, you may have realized that only 20% of internet users that develop a site for themselves have actually ripped off someone else.

It would have been appreciated if you would have contacted me with your concerns, and asked the appropriate questions as to how I came about my business name instead of boldly assuming that I came across your site and stole your name. Maybe through this healthy communication, we could have even become friends who supported one another's endeavors. It is obvious that there is a common thread that binds us together.

Who is to say that my business name was not registered with the government before you even learnt to read? It was only a matter of time before I chose to develop a website for my business. It is only logical that I would use my registered business name as a domain name. Who is also to say that you did not steal my name, and out of guilt, turned the tables onto me? It is a known fact that craft supplies are more likely to be bought online, than something that was crafted. Maybe knowing this, you chose the same name, so as your site would also show up and be viewed.

I honestly think it is wonderful that our hearts had spoken the same name, but our hearts do not beat to the same drum.

Give several people an identical ball of yarn and an identical pair of needles and tell them to create. I can assure you that no final object would be the same though they had all used the same materials. Or, give several people an identical set of acrylics and an identical brush. Tell them to paint the sun. With all the finished pictures, no two would be the same.
If someone were to name their child, the same as you have named yours, does that mean that just because they share the same name, that they will grow up to be the same? Or they simply grow up to become unoriginal?

I wish you luck with your artistic venture and respect your site. You do beautiful work.

Through a supported online community of artists why can't we all respect, support and enjoy each others' works of art; be it paint, yarn, metal, beads, glass or other mediums. That is what makes art beautiful. We view the world, we look at our emotions, we choose our medium, we play with color, we create, and we share.

You are an original soul that paints. I am an original fiber obsessed soul that sells supplies to other fiber artists.

Namaste


I think I have found my theme for this blog.....letter writing.

solstitch, originality, domain, dispute, human nature, business, art, web culture

i felt it better to post than to kill, i'm a pacifist anyway.....

Grrrrrr. OKAY.

I will try to remain calm, after all, I am currently practicing the art of sending love and energy to everyone. And then, of course, something happens to MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL-sorry, i let the beast out again. Shhhhh. Hush, little beast.

This little "situation" is rather ridiculous, and happens to make me quite angry, but I have decided that, instead of contacting this person, I will tell the story here, and hope that perhaps it will at least be therapeutic, if not be seen by the "right" people. Here goes:

There's this girl I know. She happens to be starting an internet/home based business.

Her dream to start this business began several months back, well possibly more, but the real serious action began several months back.

So, I've been chatting about this business with her for quite some time.

One thing in particular that she asked me a lot about was the name for her business/website. She had quite a few good ideas, as she is a creative person, and she happened to run the majority of these ideas past me and other friends. She discussed the meanings behind each idea, asked me to pull a rune/tarot card or two, and really thought about her decision.

Another thing she was concerned about was having a unique name. When she finally picked (out of names SHE CREATED) a name she really liked (oops, the beast had a little temper flare-up, did you see that?), the spelling she wanted happened to be taken as a domain name. So, she decided (in her OWN BRAIN, without assistance from other websites) to choose a different spelling, and lo and behold, there were available domains for her to use.

(Breathe in thru the nose, out thru the mouth...... caaaaaaaaalm....)

Now the dot com one happened to be taken, but by someone who was doing something DIFFERENT than her.

It was not like she was selling burgers, called her site "Beeeeef.net", and then noticed someone had "Beeeeef.com" and was selling burger patties, even.

If you wanted to use this stupid analogy, it would be like hers was "Beeeeef.net" and sold pork, and "Beeeeef.com" sold breaded soy chicken fingers.

Do you see what I'm saying? If not, how about this:

• My friend's site"Cuckoooo.net" = sells feathers
• "Cuckoooo.com" = sells artistic baskets made of turkey beaks

(I'm going to use this analogy for the rest of the story. Any similarity to real websites is entirely unintentional.)

My point is, she came by the name honestly, using her own brain, and in the end felt comfortable using the name.

So the other day, my other friend (yeah, I've only got two, isn't that sad?) happened to type in "Cuckooooo.com" instead of .net by mistake.

On "Cuckooooo.com", we discovered a nice little disclaimer about the "originality" of this domain name and how my friend supposedly decided this name was a good name for selling feathers after viewing "Cuckooooo.com", (insinuating nicely that MY FRIEND RIPPED HER OFF after looking at her site) and then pondering why someone in the creative field wouldn't want to come up with her own ideas.

Cuckooooo has now decided to go by: "Cuckooooo: The Original". (And let's go back to grade three, 'cause that's where this fits RIGHT IN.)

I'm not quite sure what makes this person assume this. My friend didn't even know about the other site until she DISCOVERED IT BECAUSE SHE CAME UP WITH THE NAME AND TRIED TO REGISTER IT!!!!!

Kinda like when I registered my domain name, (which happens to be my name) and saw all the other people with dot com, and dot whatever else was taken, and went to look at their sites 'cause I was curious. Like that.

I guess the moral of this story is, people like to assume the worst. Cuckooooo did. Just because someone else came up with the same idea as you doesn't mean they stole it from you. We're all connected, don't you think a zillion other people have the same thoughts and ideas and dreams as you?

I guess time will tell what happens here.....I know my friend will deal with this thoughtfully, even if I haven't and hopefully she won't kick my ass for telling this story......

anger,
human nature,
websites,
domain names

abundance, the universe, what does it want?

So, I seriously almost got sucked into a "data entry" job i.e. you sign up, they give you the info to type into a form, and you get paid for it each time you type. Since I am reeeeeeeeally good at sitting in front of the computer for hours at a time, I thought, wow! I could do that!

(See, this is the thing: If Ritalin was a popular drug to hand out when I was in school, guess who would've been the first kid they'd give them to.....It's not ADHD I think I have, given the fact that i'm lazy, it's just ADD.
Sometimes I am totally amazed at the lack of focus and direction I demonstrate, but especially if what I need to focus on bores the crap out of me, which is damn near everything. But if I am actually interested in something, I cannot STOP doing it and nothing i mean nothing, can distract me from it.)

and now you're wondering, what the hell is she talking about? this has what to do with anything? okay, okay....

The computer, it appears, is a shiny, enthralling object that I cannot stop staring endlessly into, therefore feeding my disordered mind, and my thought was that making money while feeding the beast would be PERFECT, wouldn't it now?

All right. So the data entry job appeared to be "made for me". Which is so, so, bloody naive and something "everyone" says when they see ads like that. I feel pathetic admitting I even had the "made for me" thought. Another thing: you pay to work for these companies. Some are refundable, but....really, why should you pay to work?

Then I start researching. Of course discovering that some of them, you can actually make money but you are basically making ads for the job you just took, and people need to be sucked in to the same deal and pay in order for you to get paid. Which I kind of expected, in the back of my mind. Now.
Now that you are wondering what this really has to do with abundance and the universe. Say you take a job like this, because there is possibility you could make money, it's just off people who did exactly what you did, and the chain continues endlessly: What are you saying to the universe?

"Hey universe, I believe in scarcity, the only way I can make money is through knowing someone will make the same mistake I did."

It's like beating your head against the wall. Right?

How do you show the universe/your higher self/the collective/your subconscious that you are abundant? What does an abundant person think like? These questions are all not worded quite right.

What I mean is, how does one feel when they know they are abundant? How do you force yourself to feel that way? I've tried the "spend your money like you have tons" exercise, and that was an exercise in "how to go broke", but only, obviously, because the proper headspace wasn't involved.

It's like abundance is this delicately perched mindset you need to find within and also need to be in the PERFECT mental position to create, but once you do it, I think it's like riding a bike, you don't forget.

Or maybe, I should stop thinking, and start allowing it to occur. The overactive mind gets in the way of positive change.

So, the moral of the story is, if I want to sit in front of the computer for hours, just start typing here.....at least I don't have to pay $95 to do it........

data entry, abundance, ADD, reality

Om

Om Namah Shivaya

I honor the divinity that resides within me.

unfortunately, practicing this mantra has not helped lower my stress level....nor has it helped the ache in my armpits......

But it has given me crazy dreams that I cannot interpret.........

mantra,om,aum

at the end of the day, does your sock drawer really need organization?

I sometimes get the urge to clean. The problem is, where do you begin, and where do you stop?

When this rare and momentous thing happens, I end up cleaning and cleaning and cleaning and I start thinking about everything else that needs cleaning and if I'm gonna clean the dishes and countertops, might as well clean out the cupboards and if I clean out the cupboards, I might as well reline them with something that isn't a pattern of pots and pans amidst flowers circa 1974, and if I do that, then I might as well throw out everything that isn't being used, and if I do THAT, then I have to go to the Salvation Army, and if I do THAT, well, I might as well gather everything else in the house that needs to go there to make the trip worthwhile and if I do THAT, then I'm gonna notice the mess happening in the rest of the house, so then I'll have to organize everything, AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And then I don't do anything. 'Cause I just did it all, in my head, and I'm tired, dammit, leave me alone.

See, I really want to organize everything. I have these moments where I try to match up all the socks. I file all the papers in a neat filing system. I fold the towels, and finally put them away. I find a place for stuff, and put stuff in it. I clean up the kitchen at least once, maybe twice a day for about a week.

And then, I think: "It feels like all I do is clean. Why bother? This is lots of fun, living day to day cleaning everything, feeling this gray dull sense of satisfaction from the fact that my kitchen is clean and so is the bathroom and I finally put all those papers where they were supposed to go. All I can think about is what else I should be cleaning, and all I do is clean. For what? So the Joneses can not judge my poor housekeeping?" Well, guess what: the Joneses aren't my kind of people, anyways. They ain't coming for dinner anytime soon.

Sometimes I feel I'm just not an organizer. It just does not come to me naturally, I say to myself, and that's just the way I am. I don't get it, how other people, their sock drawer practically organizes itself, everything in its place because that's just how one lives. It doesn't come naturally to me, I have to think about it, ALL THE TIME if I want it to happen. And who wants to think about that all the time? Not me. Maybe you're "supposed" to. Maybe that's the trick or secret of an organized life: care about perfection at all costs.

Is it that I don't care, or care too much? Like, if I can't make it perfect, why bother trying at all?

Ah. Yes. If I can't make it perfect, don't bother trying at all.

Not profound, and not something I should be proud of thinking. Nonetheless, in my head.

I drive myself crazy thinking about everything and how it "should be" sometimes. Wouldn't it be nice if the house was organized? Why can't I just put everything away? Why do I have to think about this anymore? Why don't I just do it? Even my blog is a mess. Nothing in it's place. No sense of organization. What is my problem? Why am I beating the crap out of myself?

No more. Think about what makes you truly happy, day to day.

Is it the house that's always clean,
or the puppy that makes you laugh running around the house that's sometimes clean?