You Tube: The Procrastinator's Best Friend

I am a procrastinator. In fact, I've often described myself as the Evel Knievel of Procrastinators. The biggest challenge to a procrastinator is to find something to do with all the time you are wasting before completing the next item on your "to do" list. Of course, this is why the internet exists and You Tube is one of the greatest way to procrastinate. Here are some of the You Tube wormholes I have gone down while wasting time:

1. Old commercials: A random commercial from my childhood will pop into my mind and I will then spend vast amounts of time watching every version of it. Long live the Monchichi!

2. Classic country performances: I start thinking about my parents and then, next thing you know, I am watching old Tammy Wynette videos and Tammy Wynette is the gateway to Loretta Lynn (who really was the Queen of Country?) and then I'm watching George Jones videos and then Patsy Cline and then back to Tammy Wynette.

3. Iconic scenes from movies: Don't you sometimes just want to see the Brat Pack dance in The Breakfast Club? Maybe you need to see Patrick Swayze say "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." Maybe you want to see Hubbell break Katie's heart all over again at the end of The Way We Were. Okay...that last one is probably just my thing.

4. Today...I needed to see the scene from The Pirate Movie with Kristy McNichol and Christopher Atkins that my friends and I reenacted all the time in high school. And you know what? You Tube delivered.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Czte2iTaxM&feature=related

Now you've had a peek inside my brain!

Look! Fox!

Sometimes, I get out of the habit of blogging. It's as simply as that. There is an old proverb that says, "Blogging begets blogging". Those are words that I try to live by but, alas - I have not done well lately. There is another old proverb that says, "To get back on the blogging horse, you have to stand in the crotch of a fox." Fortunately, I ran into a giant fox and was able to stand in his crotch. And now? I am back! This is going to be one of those posts in which I say nothing of value. Nothing. I just want you to know that up front in case you have better things to do with the 10 minutes it will take you to read this and ogle me in the fox crotch.

So...where have I been? I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere. Actually, that's a total lie. I have mostly been right here at home. Work has been making me crazy and taking up way too much of my mental energy and time. Working takes me away from the things that are most important in life like Twitter and blogging - oh - and my family and friends. It's a real drag. I wish I could clone myself and make the clone I like less go to work every day while the clone I like most got to sit around and drink coffee and write. But I can't clone myself and I would probably end up liking both clones equally since I am a Libra and they would be clones and then how would I choose which one to send to the salt mines? It's best that there are no clones for other reasons too. Like there would be more crazy ideas up in this joint and all of our furniture would be made of Peeps. No clones.

I went to my 20 year college reunion last weekend which is where I found the giant fox. Iowa is chock full of weird stuff like inflatable foxes and Walmarts. I got to hang out with lots of old friends and have a few drinks and play some guitar and dance a little. There were unexpected things too. People came up to me and told me that they read my blog and enjoy my writing which caught me by surprise.

Angie A. - if you are reading this right now, I gotta tell you how much I appreciate that you came up and talked to me. I'm shy (with a heaping helping of anxious) and I know it took a lot for you to chat with me. Thanks for that.

Other unexpected things? I didn't get into mischief and I came home with only one minor injury (a scraped knee). Clearly, reunion was a success.

And if the fact that I came home without my arm in a sling or a prison record wasn't enough great news, I have something else to share. I was chosen to read a piece from this little ol' blog at the Voices of the Year community keynote at BlogHer in New York! I am so honored and can't wait to stand on that stage, choke on my own saliva and then pass out in front of a large group of people! (Note to self: wear nice underwear). I know you're thinking, "Oh Vikki! You won't be that bad!" and to you I say, "Do you remember my past two BlogHer trips?" In New York, I hid in my room and drank from the minibar and, in San Diego, I hid in my room and tweeted.

In all seriousness, I am absolutely thrilled. I can't share the piece I'll be reading but you can check out the list of honorees here. I am in excellent company.

That's all I have for now. Now that we got the first post after a drought thing out of the way, maybe I'll get back into a regular blogging schedule. Anyone volunteer to nag me?

Queen of the Squirrels

Before we talk about squirrels, I want to make it clear that I do not have a fascination with squirrels. I do not want to be a squirrel. I do not envy all the scurrying and twitching and tree-jumping and nut gathering. No one ever brings a squirrel a latte which is one of the many reasons that I am not cut out for squirrel life. However, I think about squirrels from time to time. Tuesday morning was one of those times and I began to ponder the squirrel community. I began to think of the squirrels not as long-tailed rodents that watch me suspiciously every time I leave the house but as "a people". Do squirrels play roles? Do they have jobs? Do they make fun of the squirrels with the fucked up tails? I knew that I could look all of that up on the internet (well, not the tail part) but I was interested in these complex issues in a more abstract sense.

Of course, you can only think about this for so long before you begin to wonder what role you would play in the squirrel community. Right? Everyone does that right? At first, I thought I would be Queen of the Squirrels. Squirrels should definitely have a queen. Bees have queens and they are smaller and buzzier. I allowed myself to imagine myself as Queen for a few moments. I didn't picture myself in a teeny tiny squirrel crown or anything - that would be silly. I just imagined being the head of all the squirrels and them coming up to me and asking what to do next.

"Queen, should I grab that bagel and drag it up the tree even though I'll look ridiculous?"

"Queen, what do I do now? Huh? What do I do now?"

"Queen, shall I brush your luxurious tail?"

I briefly enjoyed the imagined power. I could see myself instructing my furry minions to chase and terrorize the humans while I laughed but, in the end, I realized that I would never be the Queen of the Squirrels. I would more likely be the Queen's right hand squirrel. I would totally be the kind of squirrel to do the queen's bidding. I would order people around for her and diffuse situations for her and entertain her with my nut themed humor.

I wondered if there was something wrong with me. I mean...who creates an entire imagined Land of Squirrels and then doesn't even want to oversee it? The right hand squirrel - that's who.

By now, you are probably expecting a point to this discussion of squirrels which is weird because - at this very moment - I'm realizing that I don't have one. I guess we can just all think of squirrels together. Or maybe we should all buy a squirrel a latte. Or maybe I'll throw that bag of leftover Christmas nuts out for the squirrels and be Queen for a day.

 

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