Fun at EurekaPalooza~!

Well well. EurekaPalooza was an amazing event. It was my first year and blew my lil’ mind~! So organized and playful. Great people helping out and tons of fun things to do. 

I didn’t dare squeeze my fat butt into the ‘Orbitron’…but man I wanted to.

I brought Wanda along for the first part of the day…she LOVED it. Had a little picnic and totally fell for ‘Handmade Moments’ and ‘Magic Mule’. Then it was her nap-time and she had to scoot.

Karen the Queen Organizer was everywhere…I hope she gets her own nap soon…with a foot rub and cookies. This is the best shot I got of her. She was just too fast~!

I don’t know who this guy is…but man oh man, was he doing it right…that’s some luxury there, folks. ha~!

Two of our favorites also visited, Water and the Sun…they really got us growing~!

At one point…along with the trail races and all of the other fun things, Christian FitzPatrick and SORT the area Search and Rescue Team played fun, real life games with folks. It was so cool. I walked down the trail a bit and it wasn’t easy to spot the game markers…really made you open your eyes and pay attention. Yeow~! Those folks work hard.

  

This guy was totally into it…and he was Sharp-Eyed~!

I’m really sorry I missed getting more band pictures…but I got caught up in the fun…seeing so many ‘family’ faces and lovin’ on heaps of necks.

I did get a couple from the last band, Fossils of Ancient Robots. But it was so darn dark and my lil’ camera just it’s that strong…so just imagine the coolest thing ever, and THAT is what FoAR is like. (Yes, I’m biased.

  

And one of the all time heros of the day was Kyle ‘DJ HAVOK’ Egan…who play between every band and kinda held the entire energy together while they were loading out and loading in…He was magnificent AND played a long set just before FoAR…which blew what was left of my mind…wheeeeee

And here’s a tiny little bite of some of what the HAVOK brought:

Dear Lithium…you make me wanna shimmy-shimmy shake

I’ve lost my sense of humor. Blame it on the drugs. It’s become bothersome. My bipolar has sat down on my head and made life just plain hard again. The simple act of typing has degraded into two finger pecking. I shake so that by the time I’m awake in the morning I already have to take one of my special pills to keep me from biting my tongue, or worse.

These are probably the Lithium shakes, which are very common especially in anyone whose been on lithium for a good length of time, like me. These shakes are deep and throughout my body. I’d actually call them quakes.

I’ve tried keeping myself extra warm, like the quakes are caused by being cool. But that hasn’t worked. They are not connected to body temperature…or mood or tension. They just come on like a steamroller and flatten my ass.

I haven’t gotten much work done, though I’m really aching to do some down and dirty intensive brain activity. But the brain is shaking too. And it’s hard to think when your teeth are constantly chattering. If I take enough of my special medicine to make it stop, everything stops…no thinking, no creativity, no talking. And I’m lucky if I can do the two-finger qwerty dance.

Walking seems to relieve it a bit…but then there is the whole bumping and tripping into things. My hips have permeant bruises. Makes me think of my favorite Dresden Dolls song…

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Me? Change my mind? Like for the million’th time? Never~!

Soooo…I’m NOT killing this blog…I’m adding to it~! Or actually, I’m finishing the new spiffy bid’ness website and I’m going to keep this up and running as a platform to voice my personal vendettas…er, I mean to share kittycat and puppy porn with my pals. And standard silliness. Oh and my moody-ass rants. I just have to have somewhere safe to say fuck whenever I need to say it.

So this is it~!

Now let me go finish my spiffy new website…and I’ll be back as fucking soon as I can.

Cheers and fuck~!

Attention:

this blog is being killed off. A new site is being born. The details will be announced here within the next couple of weeks.

Thanks for your patience and all that….

have i got a deal for yous…*wink~!

Hi Kids~! I have a deal for you….Oiy~!

Although I was unable to get my iPad2 –> I had already ordered my Miniot Wood Cover from Holland. This is THE must have smart cover. Made of beautiful hand-tooled wood, it functions BETTER than Apple’s Smart Cover does…Why? it doesn’t wear along the edges and have the other flaws the Smart Cover is now famous for.

The cover I ordered back in April will be here within five days and I’m ready to sell it for 150.00…obo.

You can see the full item here:

CLICK ME~!

CLICK ME~! 

Let me know if you’re interested…I’m also willing to talk trade/barter…hummm?

What was that about the Mentally Ill?

So…for all of my bragging about how f*king cool it can be to date the mentally ill…wouldn’t ya know shit would come back to bite me in the ass…

Hey, I was only teasing~! But as we know, the Universe is bipolar and forgets to take its meds like all the time. 

So if you read the post under the link above then you know I was playing…but I wasn’t making up the bit about joining the Crazy Dating site. That was serious. And so far I’ve met some super fine humans. Not so much for ‘dating’, because I don’t care how mentally sound or unsound someone is, right now I’d rather scoop out my eyes with a rusty spoon than date…but for the friend thing. Yep, met some alright people.

Except for earlier this week. Instead of explaining, I’m just going to C&P the entire wreck right here. I’m sure you’ll want Kevin’s number once your read this. Sure of it. I’ll have it handy just in case.

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nevikk

Jun 5, 2011 08:45 PM

similarities up the wazoo!

Eureka!You’re a multi-faceted and talented individual. I’ll bet I can give you a run for your money in the “jobs I have had” category. I would think nothing of quitting a job if I didn’t really like it. I would get sent on temp assignments and by the time we had first break I was outta there. It’s nothing to brag about, just the truth. I’d like to be a pen-pal. Would you care to read my profile? A lot of people must NOT do that because I’ve been asked questions in the past, when the answer was clearly written in the profile. Well, maybe I’ll hear from you…

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My Response:

Jun 5, 2011 09:54 PM

I write: So? Yeah?

I not into this place much…my FB is: http://www.facebook.com/EurekaJanet

That’s where the fun happens~!

If not, I understand.

*Cheers

~Janet

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navikk

Jun 6, 2011 12:58 AM

He writes: reality check (w/ a big snoozy Emoticon)

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navikk

Jun 9, 2011 07:51 AM

He writes: ???

What ever happened to understanding others, compassion, warmth. I can\’t believe how full of yourself you are. That\’s how you come across, anyway. Are you on this site because you think you\’ll be superior to others? GRANDIOSITY, grandeur, grandiose. You just MIGHT make a decent politician, though.

obnoxious, arrogant.

For the sake of fairness, I will allow that your abrasive personality may very well be a symptom of YOUR diagnosis. But there, now you have an unbiased, objective observation of how you come across with your self-description. This is not an attempt to insult, degrade, ridicule, slander, disrespect or harass you. It\’s just that I am FAR from passive-aggressive and believe in 100% disclosure, and I am sometimes too blunt, lacking in tactfulness. For THAT, I will apologize. But you should try to envision the effect that your words have on some people, especially on a website such as this one. I welcome a reply, even a dialogue if you\’re interested.

Kevin

PS: In the meantime, I would like to share the following with you:

Desiderata

Go placidly blahblahblah…(yes, we all love Desiderata…but I’m not going to print it in full here).

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Dear KEVIN….

Let’s see…were do I begin, with my selfish dispassionate misunderstanding behavior? Oh…I know. I’ll start by saying that i answered your first message while in the hospital. Sorry my reply was short. I was a bit preoccupied. But I thought your note was nice and wanted to reply right away.

Asshole.

I was trying…with all I had to be receptive while fighting to recover from a series of TIAs, which were also setting off sparks of my BP.

So…maybe it’s time for you to look into the compassion mirror, buddy. Or maybe just get some info before you judge.

<–that was left in my blog on the site because he had BLOCKED me~! Seriously. I’m THAT BAD. It’s just to fucked up to not laugh. Some people are even more mental than I want to hang around.

But my head still hurts and I have to rest…so I’ma save this for when I’ve recovered a bit move…and then I’m throw a fucking party~! 

Desiderata…is he for real??? I’ll show him placid.

Finally…I Love Verizon, thx to Yongor.

When was the last time you met a Customer Service person that you wanted to ask if they would be your FB friend? And NOT in that creepy, let’s check each other’s butt-cracks for ticks kinda way. But in a really, truly, you-are-such-a-cool-human way?

I did. She was amazing…and she pretty much changed my mind entirely about my cellular service provider.

Not too long ago I wrote a blog about how I was not in love with my phone. (looky here) Well it turns out that it wasn’t my phone I wasn’t in love with…it was the humans who where providing my service. Repeat: NOT the company, mind you–but the shop where I did business.

I’m not even going to go into the ‘Why’ about the shop…just leave it to the fact that some people get juicy goodness when around certain people and some people get the shits. I gots the shits at this shop. Just me and my shits, kiddies.

Let’s get back to my lovely lady, shall we?…She was so far ahead of the game it was amazing. She scooped me up and juggled the mess that was all of my phones (3) and my wireless and totally saved me so much fucking money and got me new services, new phones. Made me so happy I went on to spend money and upgrade my wireless. Yes, we’re talking hard nipples here. She even fixed my mom up when I told her the Blackberry just wasn’t cutting it. Fixed her up with the perfect little phone made for an 84 year-old woman. AND completely got me out from under the shit that is Alltel. The people at the shop never helped me with any of that…they never helped me save money…they never even offered me any advice…they just liked to talk really fast and look down their noses at me. Yeah, they’re like that. Bastards.

Dang, I did it again…Okay back to HER. This is for Yongor. She said she’s in Atlanta. Whatever. Wherever. To her, I’m send out a huge ball of heaping, steaming, flaming Love. Customer Love. 

My lady said I can call her anytime and she will send me whatever I need overnight or answer any question…she can fix anything immediately…and she will always find me the best way to save money. And I know she will.

Actually she has already…the number she gave me was generic. But when I called they took my info and Yongor called me back very shortly to answer a question. I’ve done this three times since our romance has begun.

Oooh, this is getting creepy.

I may never leave Verizon…because of the golden service and kindness shown by her. I was ready to completely flip not two months back. Now? Now I’m a Verizon girl. As long as I can have my Yongor…or someone who can deliver as well as she can.

Verizon better treat her like gold, or I’ll punch them.

image by ME…NOT AVAILABLE, unless you ask nice

I Was Given A Gift

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This post is for ME. It’s because I’ve have a whole fuck load of shitheads telling me to dial it back, be nicer, try (TRY?) to be a little more ‘reserved’…”You’re in City Govenment now, Janet…you have a duty to represent.”

FUCK that shit. I’m Me. I’m NOT a politician. I took the position on the City Council because NO ONE ELSE IN TOWN WOULD STEP UP.

I took the position because this town MATTERS. IT FUCKING MATTERS A LOT, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure the assholes stay the fuck out of the way of helping it grow.

It’s been a rough few days. But at one point today…a wave came over me and I just started laughing…and I realized then that I’ve been through tougher times than these in Eureka, I’ve fought bigger idiots then the ones trying to rile me this time AND WON. Screw it…bring it the fuck on.

And then this article popped up in my Feedly…wow, what timing. And even though I have NO INTENTION OF BEING A ROLE MODEL John’s words struck me and did their magic…perfect

JOHN WATERS: 10 THINGS EVERY ROLE MODEL NEEDS

To coincide with his appearance at this year’s Hay Festival, in Wales, film director, writer, stand-up comic, artist and all-round-good-guy, John Waters has compiled a list of “10 things every role model needs”:

1. History. You can’t have a one-night-stand role model. No one can become a role model in 24 hours. It helps a lot if you knew them when you were young, so they sort of grow or fester with you, like Johnny Mathis was for me.

2 Be extreme: all my role models have to be. They have to be braver than I’ve ever been. Even to survive success is hard, no matter if it’s widespread success like Johnny Mathis had, or Bobby Boris Pickett, who his whole life just had to sing one song [The Monster Mash]. Today too many people are trying hard to be extreme. For the people I admire it was natural, and they turned it into art.

3 Style. You can have bad style, but you have to have some style. That’s why I wrote about Rei Kawakubo, who reinvented fashion to be damaged and to be everything you hoped it was not when you bought an outfit. And she quadrupled the price. That’s a magic trick.

4 Be alarming – I think that’s important. And it’s different from being shocking. Alarming threatens the very core of your existence, it doesn’t just shock you – but you don’t know why it makes you nervous at first. You know, St Catherine of Siena drank pus for God. That was important to me because I thought: I want to be her, I don’t want to be half-assed! If I was going to be a Catholic, it would have been before the Reformation.

5 Humour. It’s very important to be well-read, but I never understand why people are so sure their partners have to be smart. What kind of smart do they mean? I’m not interested in talking about literature in bed! I like people who can make me laugh. Humour gets you laid, humour gets you hired, humour gets you through life. You don’t get beat up if you can make the person that’s going to beat you up laugh first.

6 Be a troublemaker. All art is troublemaking, because why go through all the trouble of making it if you don’t cause a little stir?

7 Bohemianism. Bohemia saved my life. And by bohemia I mean all sexualities mixed together, and people who do what they do not to get rich – freedom from suburbia. People who want to fit in but don’t are losers. Bohemians are people who don’t fit in because they don’t want to.

8 Originality. Someone unique like Margaret Hamilton, the Wicked Witch of the West, is an easy role model to have. She could fit into any of these categories – her outfit looked like Comme des Garçons, and anybody who could scare children like that… The problem was, I wanted to be her. And as I turn 65, that has sort of come true.

9 Neuroses. I think it helps to be neurotic. Neurotic people always end up being in the arts. If your kid fits in while in high school they’re going to be a dull adult. I still see a few people I went to high school with, but the other ones, when they come up to me I say: “I’m sorry, I took LSD, I don’t remember you.” It works, because then they aren’t offended personally. It’s really just manners.

10 Be a little bit insane. That’s different from neurotic. You can stay home and be neurotic. You have to go out to be insane. You can be a little bit of both, but both need to be joyous. As long as you can find a moment of joy in even your worst behaviour, it’s something to be thankful for.

John Waters, I thank you…It’s not so much advice for a ‘politician’…but I fucking hate most politicians anyway.

[the orginal article can be found at Dangerous Minds]

The people who are fighting me don’t know me…they don’t know anything about me. Yet they judge.

They are small people…Hey…David Graupner [aka - or not, whateveh -  Eurekapotamus] …Guess Whar? I think our new Mayor…may be the BEST Mayor we’ve had in YEARS…suck on that you asshole.

How To Get Your F*cked Up Résumé Read…and posted in the Lovely County Citizen

NEW NOTE:

Hi Everyone~! Thank for coming here from the Loving county citizen.

Now Let me give you a couple of fact that I guess they just didn’t have room for. 1. Joanne Graupner told me that ‘they’ had checked out this woman’s story that her email had been hacked and concluded that it was not true. 2. Joanne told me, in jest, that she suspected the woman had some sort of “tourettes syndrome.”

It was all in good fun, kids…all in good. fun.

What’s that noise?

Oh, yeah…That’s a train wreck…

yawn.

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So, little frenzies, recently, as you may know…I’ve been part of a team that’s been looking over 8 billionzillion résumés…searching for a new human to fill a monster position in our dear little insane village.

And…well…I’ll be damned~! But I think we found the PERFECT candidate.

Our first indication we were about to strike gold was when a cover Letter was hand delivered to our mailbox. No signs of Anthrax, so everything looked good from that perspective. And then…wowz…then we got to read this amazing  intro into the mind of a woman who sounded like she had been born and raised in our little burg.

I won’t get you all itchy with suspense…here is the first (yes, FIRST…) cover Letter, enjoy…
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She even quotes one of my favo creatures who is very close to the top of my Better-Than- Toast-Pyramid, Seth Godin~! Which is just not right…and leaves me a little nauseated in the nauseatorium. She must PAY.

anyway…

So the woman in our office who first received this had a little mini flip out…and she had a fair right to…that shit was creepy as hell.

But also too fucking funny.

After this…just a couple of days later our Ms. G receives an email with another cover letter and the full résumé…a résumé which checked out btw, an was kinda perfect for the job. Too bad, little tourettes-marketing-job-hunting-woman…all that experience (and fancy fucking) isn’t winning you any favors.

Here’s #2…and yes, I’m applying a double entendre. Ha~!
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Again with the Seth quote~! (His fun site is HERE.)

So…if it was up to me…and it was my office alone, I’d so al least call her in for an interview. Fuck yeah. I think I could totally add some tricks to my ‘crazy box’ by hanging with her.

Whhheeeee….*burp

If everyone hired only the craziest…the world would be a whole lot more fun intriguing creative full of zombies.

(This is Seth’s head..)

He writes great BOOKS.

Playing ‘Sharks’

Did you ever play the ‘Shark’ game when you where a kid? You know, the one where your bed was a raft in the middle of the ocean and it was surrounded by water…and the water was filled with mean hungry sharks?

Of course you did, and if you say you didn’t you’re lying or you were already being given the good meds. Whatever. I played it a lot.

And I’m reminded of it tonight because my bed is surrounded by water. Yep, my bedroom is flooded. Actually, most of my house is flooded. Not a lot…just enough to make some great splashes when you stomp. Halle’freakin’lujah for tile floors. Ha~!

Anyway the beasties aren’t too happy because I’m making them play ‘Sharks’ with me. I’m up in the middle of my very imaginarily rocky/tilty raft of a bed and when I toss the BCs (big cats) off (they are the Sharks) they get really pissed. Silly creatures. They scream and hiss and jump back on and try to eat me…and then I push them back off and then the LDs (little dogs) get all crazy and I push them off too (they are like chum.)

It’s a damn hoot at my house all the damn time…flood or not.

(this is a free drawing done by some guy who was giving it away <–karma stamp so as not to screw with bad blogging shit)