I know I don't post here enough. For one thing, right now it's so hot that I don't want to touch my laptop. Another, we are on work holiday for a month and have a lovely houseguest. Three, I am often busy as @BstiNatosi on Twitter.
I have to be honest with myself. Stephen Fry would never find this blog, but he found me on Twitter. And is following me. What this means is that I am Tweetering sufficient enough to be followed by an actor and comedian I truly admire.
Another follower I admire is Shannyn Moore, a brilliant and witty radio host in Alaska and contributor to The Huffington Post.
Twitter is alot more fun than I thought it would be. Celebrities sometimes reply to my tweets, showing them as just as human as I am. I make new connections and friends.
It's like I almost have a social life.
And it's really fun to try to reduce something witty into 140 characters.

I'm sweating on the keyboard, so that's all I've got for now.

Some of my better Tweets from the last few days:

If Gordon Ramsey twittered: You fu@#ing cow! That tweet reads like dogs@#t! Re-fire it you pathetic donkey! @HellsTwitchen

Mom used to say "keep doing that and you'll go blind". Pharma boner inducing meds were thoughtful enough to include that as a side affect.

Dear Ann Coulter: you should really wear turtlenecks if you want people to think you are female. That's more of an Adam's Cantaloupe.

Dear Liza Minelli: it is in poor taste to wear Joker makeup. Some of us are still mourning Heath Ledger.

Not claiming that "X" is the New Black- is the New Black, thereby negating any potential New Blacks and leaving us with Original Black.

LolaTweet: You know,I wish the bipeds would stop discussing the color of my poop.Isn't it enough they get to pick it up and carry it around?

You know what's good about weed? Yeah, me too.

What a day. Rebuilt/stained deck, mowed lawn,went to wine tasting w/friends, caught a movie and finished sewing project. #didntdoanyofthosethings

Billy Mays died! Police should question the ShamWow guy. He's a pretty sketchy character.

HI BILLY MAYS HERE.....wait......no. I'm over there now. Rest in peace, Billy. Wait...no. Rest Loudly, Billy.

Yes, I WAS going to mow the lawn, but the neighbor is already doing that and I don't want to look like a copycat.

Coast is clear: lawn mowing imminent. Then I'm going to mow my beard.

Likes: Beer.Dislikes: rationing beer. Turn-ons: burgers. Turn-offs:Carl's Jr.burgers. Loves: Pina Coladas Hates: getting caught in the rain.

Why did the chicken cross the road? So far science hasn't shown that chickens possess cognitive thought, so it's really anyone's guess.

Also funny in my head: Why did the chicken cross the road? To bust out his nunchucks and beat the down out of those smart-ass ducks.

Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the water slide. It was the only attraction at the carnival that he was brave enough for.

Some of my better Tweets from the past few days:
Dear Ann Coulter: you should really wear turtlenecks if you want people to think you are female. That's more of an Adam's Cantaloupe.

Dear Gov Sanford: you are not allowed to quote the bible or compare yourself to one of it's characters if you break one of it's commandments.

Mom used to say "keep doing that and you'll go blind". Pharma boner inducing meds were thoughtful enough to include that as a side affect.

I would do anything Johnny Depp asks. I even have some suggestions he might not have thought of.

Overheard: "I smiley faced him and he winky faced all over me

All these years, and no one told me Metallica was a parody of metal bands, ala Spinal Tap, I always suspected it, though.

Ferguson-genius comedian
Takes a great song and makes it greater.

Thanks, Sis!

ON DREAMS
I thought I had fine tuned the craft of waking myself from dreams I don't care for.
Until this morning.
I was caught in a dream where horrible things were happening. When it began to loop (sliding down a mountain of socks that turned into venomous snakes)I recognized it as a dream and tried to wake myself from it. Like I've said before, my subconscious seems to figure out my tricks and work around them. It would not let me out of this one, no matter hard I tried.
In fact, it tricked me into thinking I had awakened several times.
I fake-wake, things would seem normal for awhile, then the usual weirdness would creep in. It did fail to shut down my awareness of this, and I spent the rest of the morning struggling to get out. I also tried several times to change the dream into something positive, but my subconscious would not have it. It persisted with the usual motif of everyone I know condescending, ridiculing, and laughing at me.

I suppose it stems from some inner insecurity, but I have no sense of that in the waking world. No one I know does these things, only in dreams.

Well, maybe they do, but not to my face.

I love that these new vests I got are slimming. Also, my first ascot. Love it so much, bought 3 more.

MEETING ONLINE FRIENDS

Cap'n Marrrk and his lovely wife Bianca whirlwinding through Portland, stopped briefly to have breakfast with us and visit the Sock Dreams store.
It was early, and since I don't do early, I didn't have my wits about me to bring a camera, or even ask why they were whirlwinding through parts of the US. Luckily, they did have a camera.

In an effort to get back into the swing of networking, I'm all over the place now.
I'm finally Twittering (@BstiNatosi), I'm on Facebook, (Bsti Natosi} on Live Journal, on Flickr, and on My Soup.
The last one is the easiest webtool I've found for posting images, so the content there will differ from BSB. It also auto-adds my favorite tweets, which Blogger can't do.
As for Twittering, I've been against it because it just seems like a useless IM tool, but I was wrong. This tool has so much potential for networking that it's nuts.
I'm not going to stop blogging by any means (like some friends have), but I will be busier riding the superhighway using these tools to promote goodwill and Sock Dreams.

But Twitter has it's problems. Right now, it's been down for almost 1/2 hour.
Imagine a world where we would actually have to talk to each other face to face.

Try explaining this to a religious person and see how far you get.

HAVING A BAD DAY? PART 2

I still don't know where this meme comes from, but some are hilarious.

I'm a huge fan of Wil Wheaton, mostly because he seems like a very decent fellow, the kind of guy you really want in your D&D game.

HAVING A BAD DAY?

HOW ABOUT NOW?

MY NEW HAT

I LOVE it.

What gets me about this performance is, not only did the kids learn it in one sitting, but they are really into it.

STAR TREK MOVIE REVIEW
We don't go out to see movies because for me, quite frankly, people are inconsiderate and noisy in theaters. Squeaky seats, loud talking, rustling popcorn bags and open mouth stuffing of the crunchy treat, and worst of all, children.

But we decided that this was a movie that we had to see in a theater. So we went to a matinee at a local theater that's mere blocks from our house.
We decided that, even on a Sunday, a matinee would be our best bet, despite the wide popularity of the film.

So we go the the 2:45pm, and lo, the theater is practically empty.
This is a good sign, and we get seats right in the middle. We're about 10 minutes early though, so by the time the movie is just about to start, we have neighbors.
Not too close, but close enough to hear their conversations.
Then, as the movie starts, children.
During the movie, on of them Laughs. At. Everything. And I keep thinking "you are too young to even know what you are laughing at".
And there was a young girl in front of us that kept getting up during the movie, but thankfully, it was so loud that it drowned out all of the other patrons.

All in all, it was a rather pleasant experience, with only a few distractions.

And that's my review of STAR TREK.

FROM THE CRANKY OLD MAN

We don't watch American Idol mostly because the music chosen for the contestants is fucking horrible, but we would catch the last minutes of it before something we wanted to watch came on.
It simply amazes me that this off-duty clown actually made it to second place, but then, I'm pretty judgmental in my old age. I based my bias entirely on his physical appearance.
Sure, I wore a little eyeliner in the 80's, but never more than the average girl would.
And nobody I knew did, either. Besides, it was Goth, and no Goth would listen to, let alone sing, a fucking Michael Jackson song, unless it was meant to be ironic.
I understand if no one agrees with me or thinks this shit is cute, but remember, I Am A Cranky Old Man.

FUN WITH PICNICK