I mentioned in an earlier post that I’ve created a Facebook page for myself in order to be able to share blog posts over there (Facebook did some kinda shenanigans and made it so you can’t share to a profile any more, just to pages — which is confusing to me because I thought my profile was my Facebook page).
Since I’m eventually going to get up the courage to start sharing my new page with people other than just my girlfriend, I thought I would do an introduction/welcome post here.
And what better way to start than to update relevant sections of the original introduction I did for this blog back in 2013:
Introduction, Part Two: Electric Boogaloo: (cheesy, I know but does it help that I did see both Breakin’ movies in the theater back in the day?)
I honestly don’t remember seeing the first Breakin’ movie (which doesn’t mean I didn’t see it in the theatre, just that it didn’t stick with me if I did), but I do remember being in the theatre for Breakin’ 2: The End Joke That Never Dies., And that’s honestly about it, since the movie wasn’t exactly memorable — there was dancing, there was a contrived 80’s movie reason for people needing to dance to solve their problem (which was also contrived n the style of the time). It’s probably up on YouTube.
I have better memories of Howard the Duck — then again, I’ve watched Howard the Duck again since the 80s. (Though I didn’t see it in the theatres, since back then if I wanted to go to a movie, a significant section of my family would have to want to see the same movie — namely the part that drove and/or could pay for the movie as I had no drivers’ license nor disposable income to speak of).
I bit the bullet and switched over to a WordPress blog because for one thing, it seems to be the most popular option among folks in the challenge and for another, it looks like a better way to get feedback than Tumblr. I’ll probably get around to deleting the Tumblr blog I started eventually. But if it’s still there in 2016, don’t be surprised.
It’s 2018, heading toward 2019 and the Tumblr blog is still there. It’s an off-shoot of my original Tumblr — and yes, I am beginning to wish I hadn’t gone with ‘crotchgunsamurai’ as my main Tumblr handler. (In my defense, it’s a reference to the original live action Transformers movie, specifically the part where the Nokia phone is brought to life and sprouts a gun from its crotch and the crazy government agent makes a remark about Nokia phones having the spirit of the samurai — despite being a Finnish company, not Japanese and…look, I just wanted to be able to surf Tumblr and share things! And I liked that little robot! He was fierce!
My main email handle, dunmurderin is also a Transformers reference, though from the 1990s Generation Two comic (which was…odd; it’s the series that had Transformers reproducing by budding. Yeah. The 1990s!). Starscream is talking to himself about how Megatron’s sending him a message about his ultimate fate:
He’s telling me that once his new army is fully mobilized, my services will no longer be required. And given my past record of treachery, I doubt that means a pension and a sign that says ‘Dunmurderin!’
As much as I’m not a Starscream fan, I like this quote. It tickled me, so I used it for my email and the rest is history. And some very strange looks when I’m asked to spell out my email.
Back to the intro!
So, since this is kinda/sorta a fresh start, I’m going to introduce myself again. My name is Kathy, I’m 43 years old, I work in a call center and I’ve been writing off and on since I was 17 but making up stories and worlds and assorted oddness since I was little. I can still remember being about five years old and talking to myself before I went to sleep and having to stop when my mom would come to bed — and then there was that magical day I realized that I could keep talking to myself when she came to sleep if I just started talking to myself inside my own head. Mind. Blown.
I’m 48 now, but otherwise the rest of this stands. I still work at a call center, my name is still Kathy.
I also owe my cousin Kate a debt of gratitude for getting tired of me, at 12, saying “One day, I’m going to write a story about…*insert blathering about characters and situations*” and telling me, “Why don’t you DO IT THEN?!” with all the wisdom of her then-ten year old self. Thanks Kate! You are the reason I now know that it’s possible to make a notebook go football shaped if you insert enough Post-it notes into it!
And I still owe Kate a debt of gratitude for telling me to shut up and do it. It’s been a long, long journey to get to this point, but I’m where I am now because of her getting irritated with me all those years ago. Thank you cranky ten-year-old Kate!
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That’s it for now. See you again soon. Welcome!