I guess I’m back.. Or Today’s Random Thought.

After hitting a low point, clawing myself out for a few months into the light of the “real world” only to detonate myself and a few innocent people around me (not literally for those that might be frowning or gasping in a concerned way), I’m back here “blogging” and reading other people’s “blogs.” Melodramatic opening, I know. Sorry, not sorry. I’m at the bottom looking up again and wondering how the hell do “normal” people do it? (Begin “Appeasing Statement.” No offense to serious bloggers. I’m not implying that the blogging sphere is necessarily “the bottom.” Just that I end up here when I personally hit “the bottom” emotionally. End of “Appeasing Statement.”)

Time for some self reflection, poetry and art to cheer me up, bolster me for the next big failure of my life. Haha. Damn is it hard not to be self-depreciating. Maybe I should take one of those courses that help you suppress your “id” and become one with the world around you. Hard not to see that as willfully guzzling the poison that up until recently you’ve only been sipping. Do I sound like I’m whining? Don’t answer that, I might be forced to come through the screen and slap you.

Some random thoughts I had to get out. I’ll post some poems over the next few weeks if anyone cares to read them, doubt they’ll be much good but they are, shall we say, therapeutic.

Sorry you read this thinking it might be entertaining, but then feeling as hollow and disappointed as a child leaving a cut rate amusement park with nothing more than sticky hands and a ragged teddy bear missing an eye to show for your efforts when you reached the last few sentences without even uttering a single amused grunt.




This Week in Fake News

AWPYD7 Elderly woman raising eyebrow and looking at camera, portrait, close-up

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I got bored and wrote a fake news article after browsing the internet and reading a bunch of real ones. Of course, I don’t really condone a shooting gallery/ kid’s playhouse. That sort of goes without saying… This is satire.

There may be six fewer houses on Low Street by the end of August as town officials find a way to improve visibility for traffic entering High Street from Low Street.

The plan, which is being proposed to accommodate the expected increase of traffic from the new multi-million dollar shooting gallery and kid’s fun-house, Shoots N Tots, includes making the base of Low Street into a water slide that will empty directly into the fun-house.

A public hearing will be held on Thursday, December 24 at 1:30 am, near the end of a Christmas selectman’s ball to discuss the changes that by then will already be under way. RSVP is required, BYOB (bring your own bananas.)

The proposed plan would allow the DOT to issue a traffic flow permit for the new shooting gallery and kid’s fun-house that is under construction. This should have been done before construction began, but who has time for foresight? Rhetorical question, of course.

The building is expected to open next March. The water slide will open shortly there-after, and employ at least four and a half school age children to satisfy the state’s strict right to work laws.

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You know you’ve hit a low point when… (Or Today’s Random Thought)

You write “I am worth it” all over a blank piece of paper in order to convince yourself of that fact. Twenty minutes later you have a cramp in your wrist and a very desperate and sad looking piece of paper. The worst part is, this isn’t even a suggestion from your therapist. It was your idea. Hahaha. Funny.

Anyway, here’s to hoping everyone else is having a better day.


Today’s Random Thought

Here kitty, kitty, kitty, creepy kitty...

Here kitty, kitty, kitty, creepy kitty…

Today I started a “Happiness Cat.” It’s like a “Happiness Jar” but I used a cat instead, since I don’t have a jar. Not a real cat. That would be inhumane. And messy.

What’s a “Happiness Cat” then, you may ask? Or not. I’m going to tell you anyway. It’s a ceramic cat (or jar, or bottle, or fish bowl, preferably empty and clean) that you put slips of happiness into. Every day, at least once, you write one or two sentences about something that brought you joy (or at least mild amusement), and put them into the cat. (The ceramic one.)

Then, if you’re feeling blue on a particular day (or every night) you can reach a hand into the cat and pull out a bit of happiness (…again, I feel the need to stress the ceramic cat. Otherwise, one or both of you may end up in an emergency room.)

I ripped the idea off of someone’s Facebook feed, who ripped it off of someone else. Please feel free to rip it off again, for that’s the beauty of the internet, really.

Boringly Normal Journal Entry

I haven’t been posting lately because I haven’t been writing much lately.. woe is me. Haha, no but for a good reason. My best friend is getting married at the end of June and we’ve been planning the Bachelorette Party. (Not sure if it’s grammatically correct to capitalize those words, but it seems such a Holy day that I would be remiss not to…) I’m pretty excited. I get to get totally wasted and conduct myself in a manner most un-befitting a human being- oh and, my best friend is getting married. I’m excited about that too, I suppose. (I really am.)

Like all good things, the party was slapped together last minute and crammed into the coming weekend with little or no real forethought. It should be fricking awesome! But, I’m wasting time here, I need to get prepared. Ohmmm*… Saturday is tomorrow after all. (I feel like that’s profound in some way. Like it would make a great T-Shirt. Maybe it’s just me.)

So, toodles! I should be back to writing depressing poetry, some blessedly short stories, or other random thoughts later in the month. (But not the 20th, since that’s “the big day.”) Maybe I’ll pop in with a post about the partay. We shall see.

*That was a zen word to focus my thoughts, in case you were wondering.**

**It was also a joke. I’m not really zen. (Another great T-Shirt, in my humble opinion.)

Last Night’s Dream

original photo credit www.hotrod.com

original photo credit http://www.hotrod.com

I had a dream last night. Some people like this kind of stuff, find meaning in it. I’m not sure if I do, but dreams can be an entertaining break from the monotony of my life.

Some background first- I used to live, oh I mean, work at a credit union in the mortgage department. I was there for four years- longer than that in various positions within the CU, but about four years in mortgages. I had a pretty nifty boss, but boy she let you have it if you stepped out of line. I respected her for that. I no longer work at the credit union, for reasons unrelated to anything in the following dream.

I’m back at work at the credit union, my boss Lydia (not her real name) is at her desk. Only it’s not the credit union, it’s her home. And it’s not a desk, it’s a kitchen sink. Only, it is a desk, too. Sometimes. My little brother is also there, somewhere. I have a desk of my own, along the back wall of what must be a kitchen. There’s counters, tiled floors, bright lighting. But there’s also filing cabinets, and I’m pretty sure half the room was a forest.

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Today’s Random Thought

12085098-Beer-bottle-neck-with-dust-Stock-Photo-beer-glass-smokeI love the snap and pop of the cap coming off a beer, the clatter as it falls on the counter, and the cool smoke that pours out the newly exposed opening. And the first sip- cold glass on your lips, amber, sweet, bitter, and hoppy, cool goodness flowing into your mouth. So refreshing.

I could write ads for beer companies.

Today’s Random Thought

Warning, the following random thought does contain some vulgar language because I contain vulgar language. Don’t read it if vulgar language offends you. I will delete your complaint comment if you read it anyway and become offended. This is not a poem. So don’t read it if you wanted to read a poem. Go read a poem instead. I do have a few on my site…

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Book of Poems, Just for Fun

I took a little time off from “confessional” poetry and blogging to work on a children’s book, of all things. The idea had been bouncing around in my head for a while, and I finally decided to do something with it.

After several hours perfecting it in inDesign, I can’t stop thinking in rhyme. I thought for sure, a blog post would be just the cure. Hrm.

Maybe a little freeform poetry..

Book of Poems

(Nothing Profound, Just a Little Fun)

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

I’ll trade you these poems for the rest of your plate

I’ll give you my soul, hardcover, just for a taste

I’ve traveled through cities, prairies, mountains and towns

To arrive on your doorstep, just as the sun goes down

Good sir, this offer you cannot pass up

This book of poems, all for a sup

These words have fed me for nearly a year

But can no longer sustain me that is now clear

My gift to you is surely profound

And if you refuse me I’ll go to the ground

Good sir, this offer you cannot pass up

This book of poems, all for a sup

Take note my pale face, my withering hand

My crooked knees bend, I hardly can stand

But I assure you my most gracious host

It is you not I to benefit the most

Good sir, this offer you must not pass up

My book of poems, all for a sup

What loss to us both, if you say no

I the death of my body, you the death of my soul

You chuckle madly and say “there’s no loss to me

Go peddle elsewhere, you’re mad, I can’t even read”

Good sir, to my sorrow my offer you pass up

This book of poems, all for a sup

Happy Mother’s Day

We should appreciate mothers every day not just on corporate sanctioned holidays.

Please appreciate your mother not by binge shopping dead flowers and sharing stale chemical laced chocolates, but by the thoughtful small things. You know what she likes, don’t take my word for it.

Just sharing my random thoughts for the day. But, do try and have a happy mother’s day still.

(Love you always Mom.)