Baby Sloths—Cute Enough To Temporarily Stun

My word. Did you hear that scream at :22? Breaks my heart.

Proof that God knew the definition of “Cute” before we even knew it was a word.

I  found this little gem by linking off of a Twitter tweet. And, as I sat there watching it, letting my time get sucked into this…this black hole, I thought to myself, “There’s gotta be a blog post in here somewhere.”

“There’s just gotta. Gotta.”

And guess what? There is!

Draw your own lessons from this post!



No, I’m not talking about a dictionary with Twitterisms in it. And I’m not talking about fairies that send Tweets to people instead of fairy dust.

I had an idea recently. It just kind of struck me, kind of like the way a bullet hits a tin can and the can goes flying off its little stand and falls to the ground, a dented twisted piece of metal good for nothing but to recycle.

Okay, that was a terrible analogy. How about the way an arrow strikes a target full of straw?

Um, no, that was terrible too…The idea struck me the way a hammer strikes a bell and it rings out for the whole town to hear…only to get a crack in it years later and be put in a museum.

Well, that analogy was a mixed bag.

But now…I ramble. 🙂

An idea struck me today, like an idea hits a brilliant person. (Ooh! Bingo!) What if we sent queries in 140 characters or less to an agent during a hash-tag chat? Twitter-queries! For instance, mine would look like this:

@randomagent Intrested in a puzzle-mystery set in a 50’s-like future, featuring banned books, taboo history, double-crossers, & young spies?

I’m no agent, so I’m not going to set one up. But I like to think about things. An interesting idea? Maybe? Maybe not?

What would your Twitterery look like?

Randomness (A Saturday Evening Post, lol)

Hey everyone.

How are you? How was your Saturday? Anything funny happen?

The other day (for those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter) I wore a shirt that had been stuffed in a backpack for four months or so. Smelled like the air freshener I keep in my car trunk, and had wrinkles in it as deep as the grand canyon.

Yesterday morning I tried to fry an egg but I failed miserably. The poor thing didn’t fry very quickly…it just sort of sat there and simmered. On top of that, it was a non-non-stick pan (read: stickable pan), and so it just kinda burned. I tried to scoop it up with a spatula and salvage what was left of my failed project, but by the time the chaos (aagh, stop the chaos!!!) was over, I was left with a pile of white & yellow abstract carnage. I didn’t let it ruin my day.

Today, I wrote a character’s backstory in non-orthodox style. I started writing a scene where he and his best friend are writing down their life stories, then I went into what he was writing. Then I switched back into the “Real” world, wrote down what was happening while they were writing, and then jumped back into his narrative. Came out with a conclusion and a potential answer to my problem.

My problem was this: My character did not have a past of suffering. I guess I felt that without trials in his past, he was a sort of boring character. (Any thoughts on this?)

I ended my backstory with the phrase: “It wasn’t trials that made a person, it was the fact that you were a person that made you a person.” I know, I know, it’s bad writing…

Is it true? Sure, suffering refines somebody, but if somebody hasn’t suffered in life, does that make them any less a person than the next? Just thought I’d share that.

Have a nice weekend!
— – — SEPH («^_^»)

Tweeting, Acgh!!!

How do you pronounce “Acgh?” you may be wondering? Well, I think it’s somewhere between the “AAAAAAAAH!!!” one screams when falling off a cliff, and maybe the “Ich!” one might say when practicing one’s German, or the “Ugh!” one might utter when one has to go outside in the winter. Barefoot. In the rain.

I have recently started Tweeting, acgh!

I opened up an account the other day, and I’m now starting to get the hang of it. At first, I posted a generic “Just trying this out” tweet. Then, I shouted-out a “I’m a twitterer!” at someone I knew. Then, I posted a very business-like Banager’s Lights announcement.

Today, I started to get into it.

I rolled up my sleeves. I got down in the mud. I announced that I killed my internet so I could get writing. And when I clicked “Tweet,” and saw my message pop up on my timeline, I felt this nice, happy, “Ooh! I wrote that!” feeling.

It’s kind of scary.

Twitter has the potential to be a time-consuming monster. I mean, I find myself clicking the “Twitter” bookmark a LOT tonight.

It all happens so fast! That’s the thing with social media. Everything happens at lightning-speed. If I were to have a Facebook, I could status-update from my phone, “I’m in the car leaving work.” Ten minutes later, I could status-update, “There’s no place like home!!!” Etc. etc. all night long. If somebody checked Facebook twice a day, they might see that I’m on my lunch break, and the next thing they know, I’m arm-wrestling my nephew over a bowl of chips. I mean seriously? They’ll miss all that happened in between if I am constantly status-updating, whereas they only check twice a day.

But now…I ramble. 🙂

I guess the point is…Social Media can be life-sucking. Control it, don’t let it control you. Take it like chocolate…enjoy it but in moderation. Don’t spread your entire life on the internet. Save some time for real life.

Save some time to go for a drive with a buddy and eat McDonalds fries and listen to old tapes.

Don’t get too busy for the real world and all the blessings God has put in it for us to enjoy.

…Don’t blog your life away. (Dude, did I just say that? What am I doing now?)

Why am I still writing? Acgh!!!

(And that’s more of an “Acgh!” you say when you pull your hair out!)