Okay everyone [if anyone still cares], I'm moving here
. Please update your links
, and consider me "back to blogging."
I'll be chatting with you all on YOUR blogs soon! [Gotta update my blogroll and get my links updated in the new home].
I hope your 2007 is kicking booty so far!
I've missed you all very, very much.
Then I declare stagnancy as the mother of re
I'll be coming back soon, and you won't even recognize this place once I've returned. I think I'd like to make this blog into something with actual content, rather than a "dear diary, today I..." type of journal.
G is setting me up with my own home computer for Christmas, so now I won't have to choose between the band and a personal online life when I only have sparce computer time to spare. Now the time I have for online work will be less touch-and-go, so... it's a perfect time to re-think this and to re-work it.
Until then, I'll probably only log on every so often to check in.
I hope that you all are having a beautiful holiday season so far!
[I'm doing much better than when I last logged on, here].
MacReady's birthday is this Sunday. We're going to take a walk down his favorite route, and put together a shadow box in his honor. He is the last thing I think about at night, and the first thing I think about in the morning. I even heard him bark one night... it was his playful, naughty bark and I actually found it comforting to think for a few moments during lucid dreams that he is still with me.
I also wrote a poem for him. The Lady and the Wolf
You loved me like a child
So completely and so endless
Your golden hair and ocean eyes
Stopped me cold; left me breathless
No questions asked,
No judgments made
No walls of preconceptions
You saw through me for miles
And walked them in protection
So when you had to leave
You took a piece of me
And now that you are free
Please reach out to me
Through the rain
Through my tears
Through the night
Through my dreams
An untamed star
-NiNi Burkart, November 2006
I'm seriously considering [again] closing down this blog. I just don't really know what the point is anymore.
I wonder if the dress code at work would allow me to put a paper sack over my head and wear a sign that says, "DON'T WANNA TALK, I'M GRIEVING."
Sure would be nice.
I don't mind being back at work, I just feel deeply antisocial. When people get used to people with big smiles and effervescent personalities, they come to expect it. Right now, I just want to be the total opposite of that.
Then again, it's good to know that people care. I'll look at it that way. I guess it would be worse if nobody noticed that I'm not the usual happy-go-lucky "me" lately. I'll try to remember that every time I feel like I need to force a smile. I don't think they expect that of me, I think I expect that of me... [quit that, NiNi].
Some good news for me got lost in all of the sadness this week.
On Tuesday, I was signed on as tvguide.com's
"official" blogger for Masters of Horror
and Ghost Whisperer
. It's not a raise or promotion, but great exposure and a high profile platform for me to get my "real" writing out there. The Battlestar Galactica entry from the other day
was my writing sample. The editorial director loved it, and welcomed me on-board immediately. I'd wanted to blog regularly about Galactica and Masters of Horror, but Galactica was already taken. I can still blog about it unofficially over there, which I'll probably do when I have the time.
My first Masters of Horror entry is posted today
, complete with a poll. Feel free to stop by and read it. I'd love for it to become a popular "underground" blog for tvguide.com. Let me know your thoughts, and visit me over there often, okay?
Labels: Masters of Horror, Official Blog, tvguide.com