So... even though I don't want to...

It has been pointed out to me that I need to adopt a pen name, for some really good reasons, mostly because I attract freaks like flies to honey.

I have no favorite in the list below, in fact, I pulled most of them literally out of a hat. So, HELP! :D

Thanks in advance for playing my silly name game.

[Poll #177353]

Late Night Coffee Talk

Ok, I am feeling more like typing this morning than I was at 5:00 am.

Last night around midnight when I couldn't sleep, instead of crawling back into a bed where I belonged, I got dressed and astralfire and I drove over to Sandy Springs to meet up with arkhamrefugee for coffee. The two of them seem to have made me their pet project in life. Not that I am complaining. I have been a Piro without a Largo for too long.

Which brings me to this whole pen name thing. Perhaps someone not threatening to lob off a couple of my toes can explain to me why I need one. I mean, the best those two could say was "you really need to have one so the freaks can't find you". But, if my real name is going to be on or linked to the site, then what the bloody difference is there? And by real name I mean "Cassy".

I mean even Piro has his name on his site (MegaTokyo for those of you that have no idea what I am talking about). So, what's the point? arkhamrefugee and astralfire said it makes it harder for the crazy people to find you. I guess I think that crazy people will find me no matter what I do. :)

Anyway, that was the whole reason for the poll in my previous post.

I think I am finally feeling better today. The fever is still hanging around, but it's not too bad and my brain isn't as full of mush as it has been lately.

I wanted to thank everyone for the support during my sickness and self-doubtyness too. I may not say it often, but I really appreciate it.

Back When Things Were Simple

I was going to write about the incredible amount of idocy that runs rampant in the world today, the kind that can only be fully understood when it glares at you in the face. I have decided instead to write about something else.

When I was a little girl, my daddy owned a pawn shop in downtown Columbus, GA. It was a modest little store in a modest little town. Fortunately for me, it was right next door to a place called Orange Julius. I don't know if these little gems still exist in our world, but if they don't then the world has certainly lost out on something special.

In the summer, during school breaks, and at Christmas time, I would stay with my daddy at the store whenever I could. I would wrap presents at Christmas. The rest of the time, I wouldnsmile and wave to customers while marveling over the "rare treasures" his store possessed.

At lunchtime, my daddy would give me $2.00 and send me next door to the Orange Julius where I would get us two slices of heaven wrapped in triangluar shaped little plastic containers. Inside these little packages resided ham and american cheese with miracle whip on white wonder bread with the crusts cut off. I would collect up my sandwiches, potato chips, and two large Orange Julius', which to this day, I still don't know what they put in those, and my change. Yes, I said change, a whole quarter to be precise. Then I would go back to my daddy's store and curl up on a high barstool and we'd eat our sandwiches and drink our orange flavored sugary goodness and just enjoy the day.

It was a rare time, one that I miss frequently, when I was carefree and genuinely happy.

Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go eat my little slice of heaven and reminisce.