Joshilyn Jackson's Blog, page 23

Puffy. Giraffe. New South. NO BUS YET! KEEP LOOKING!

I am reading the audio for A GROWN UP KIND OF PRETTY this week hopped on steroids to make sure I have the lungs for it. I am having a great time with it, though—SO MUCH FUN! And am SO LUCKY I get to do this. SO lucky.

But… man.

Steroids are BAD. This is my second round, and I have been on them for 9 days this time. So. I have had a LOT of steroids. They get me out of bed and make me able to breath and function. Out of bed to breathe, function, and KILL PEOPLE in a ROID RAGE. But still.

Also? ...

I'm on a Bus: Weirdest CONTEST Ever

I am heading out in a few hours to start reading the audio for A GROWN-UP KIND OF PRETTY. I wouldn't say I am well, but I am SURE MEDICATED so I FEEL like I am. I am on about seven different things. Including Steriods.

Steroids make Hulk angry! RARR!!!

I spend a goodly portion of my day foaming at the mouth and wishing the foam was from gargling the blood of my enemies, oh yeah, but the drugs also make me feel like I have all these little luxuries I have been missing for weeks now—-a voice, ...

Notes from the Trenches

If you are wondering if I died: I did not die.

I am just taking the whole week off from EVERY DERN THING to be at 100% to read the audiobook of A GROWN UP KIND OF PRETTY next week. (Woooo! Superfun!)

But this? I had to share. It's Spockporn from my friend Cornelia Read. And you know how I feel about Spock, right? Word

If not, let me nutshell it for you. I luff him. I luff the Spock. I AM NOT ASHAMED. This is not because of the new hot souped up sex-Spock, either. I was crushing on the Leonard ...

Please to Make Clickies

SO. A thing happened that made me make that face.

You might make that face, too, if you go read it, because it is HELLA weird, and also you might make the face anyway, simply because it is a blog entry by ME that is NOT ABOUT BRONCHITIS. It doesn't even MENTION bronchitis. Even though Bronchitis is the center of my living existence these days.

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BRONCHITIS WAS ALL I HAD TO BLOG ABOUT. Until the BOGGLE-Y thing happened.

Here in CYBERLAND I am
on my group blog, The Lipstick Chronicles, telling...

Statue. Wrinkles. Sick. Nouns.

OH! Until just now to your immediate left, I forgot to show you the statue of Roger Conant, Salem's town founder, who, as Brunonia Barry pointed out in THE LACE READER, is, from certain ANGLES, what the Victorians might have called, "A Pity."

What is he doing, you might wonder. And I answer…Going blind?

As you may recall, Karen Abbott and I have a long standing tradition of texting each other pictures of unintentionally filthy thats-what-she-said style...

Thwartland is my Home

This, sent to me by Best Beloved Michelle W, speaks to me. It is called The Hand of God (Wrestling my Demons) and if ever a statue was a native of Thwartland, this is that statue.

Okay, so I have decided to live. I think. I feel live-ish today, anyway, but I cannot just yet implement my Good Plan to Re-invent my Life.

Alas, my ultimate triumph over ALL ADVERSITY via Sheer Animal Will has been cancelled, due to a sad lack of Sheer Animal Will.

Instead of Sheer Animal Will, I have had a two w...

Ongoing Thwartage

Self Portrait, pre-Salem

SO! Filed under QUESTIONS, sub-header ONES THAT ARE ACTUALLY NOT AT ALL INTERESTING, you should probably ask me, "How ya feeling?" You will be mildly disinterested to know that I am still sick.

You are not as disinterested in me still being sick than *I* am, believe me.

The good news is, it did not ruin my long-anticipated trip to Salem. Pre-Flight, I managed to skank up a Z pack by calling my doctor and weeping audibly at multiple nurses until one took mercy upon...

Immediate Thwartage!

So instead of the plan, I am having bronchitis and all manner of mucus infestations, throat pain, frog croakage, and general physical decay. So much for saying yes to friends or starting a Bible study. Definately no yoga, absolutely no fruit. Maybe even LESS fruit than no fruit.

That sounds physically impossible, but I FEEL that I managed to eat NEGATIVE amounts of fruit via my amazing fruit-hate-powers that this disease is giving me. All fruit sounds about as delicious as battery acid to...

Morning, Sunshine, How's the SAD?

If this is comedy, then comedy had a bad dinner. Very grumpy, for comedy, is all I am saying.

The title of this blog is a tweet from Julie. My answer?

"Mighty. Bloated. Smug. Demands potatoes. Me & yoga & my invincible pretendo-gland have plans to kick its butt."

OH YEAH WE DO. Starting Monday.

So basically, my attack plan is fake it 'til you make it, predicated on the theory that if you behave as if you are super happy and great, and you behave this way VIGOROUSLY and with WILLFUL INTENT...

State of the Union, Part Three or, A Brief Clarification of the Crazy

So. STILL WORKING ON THE PLAN to become Un-Befunked. I WILL post it this weekend because I am putting it into FULL THROTTLE MAGIC ACTION on Monday. I am gearing up. I say this to you in with Scarlet post-radish puke vehemence: On MONDAY I begin to fix this crap via SHEER ANIMAL WILL and maybe chutzpah.

Let me say a few thingies to clarify my rushed Part %@!^#)^$)( _. I think the abbreviated version I spewed out after the one I worked on for three days got magically deleted (and here we...