Well, it’s been a few days since my last blog. I’ve been busy pimping out my site to whoever would listen. And the management… *wink wink* is very pleased with my progress. Over 60 site hits. That’s pretty cool. Maybe it’ll be over 100 soon.
And, as I said, I’d let you all know about my current subs. I sent a story called “A Quarter Past Madness” to Blood, Blade and Thruster Magazine.
I heard back from them.
*Sigh* They’ve closed their doors on their magazine. I honestly think I would have preferred the straight rejection.
But no need to worry, I will soon find a home for “AQPM”.
And something I just needed to ask.
As I was pondering what to write during this blog, I had several weird things pass through my mind. I’m wondering at what point do I go from being funny to just .. uh… weird?
For instance, the time came for me to clip my toenails. It’s something we all do. I’m not ashamed. But oddly, the nail on my left big toe grew back a little funny. Not sharp, or at an odd angle. It was just “wavy” and had this strange curve to it. It held my attention. When I would feel it, you know just pulling my feet up to sit indian style on the couch or something, I would always be surprised by that curve.
Anyone else had an appendage grow back funny? I don’t know if you can even call a toenail an appendage really. What do you call them? I don’t want to narrow down to specifics–saying only “nails”, but really, what else could grow back funny? I guess your hair could, if you’d gotten a really bad haircut. That’s happened to me a few times. Or maybe when that first silver hair pops up and you see it for the very first time. That could be funny and scary.
I know I find my own silver hairs frightening. The maternal side of my family carries this abnormal trait: By the time my mother was in her early 30’s, her hair had started to lose color. Not graying, but a platinum blonde or white color. It seems to lack pigmentation. Same with my mother’s sisters. I’m 22 (for now) and I’ve already got several gray hairs–but are they really gray? Perhaps in just a few years time I’ll have half a head full of colorless hairs.
So for me, seeing my hair turning gray or white is pretty scary. Well, not so much scary. It leaves me with a resigned feeling. I know within the next ten years I’ll either be dying my hair regularly or learning to deal with my suddenly almost completely white hair.
Ah, the strange things that cross my mind near midnight on Thursdays.
Did this blog have a point? Probably not. Maybe only to ask, “How weird is too weird?” for my readers.
What readers I have.
Are you there?
I sure hope so. Somebody has to help me keep the voices entertained.