So apparently these Bison are running for their lives…..

The now infamous Fleeing Yellowstone bison video, here seen “fleeing”…..


Some idiot swiped it from the original Poster, Leo Leckie (who ironically is a friend of a friend, the way most rumors start), retitled it and started an unnecessary panic, which we’ve had to calm people down for ALL DAY in the office.


But you don’t have to take my word for it; there’s at least one news source that bothered to actually fact check:,0,4794509.story

Oh, and the “Biggest Earthquake in 30 Years” that these Bison are “Fleeing” from?

4.8. It lasted for all of 2 seconds.

Seriously, Worriers of the World: if you must worry about some impending doom, please care more about Chile, or that huge mudslide in Washington (otherwise known as ACTUAL CATASTROPHES.)

Our Norris Quake didn’t even break a window.

Trying to Spring Forward past all the Falling Back I tend to do

Today, I looked up from my fifth consecutive loss in Hearthstone and I thought to myself, “I need to move around more.  I sit down far too much.”  So I got up and went to the Rec Hall, which has some workout equipment next to the basketball court, and walked on the elliptical machine for 20 minutes.  Not a huge amount, to be sure, but since I haven’t worked out in any meaningful way since last October, it was a good start.

Then I came right back to my room and played WOW.  But hey, Progress!

I realize I’ve been away for a while.  Well, I haven’t posted.  I’ve been reading people’s posts, even found a few new blogs to follow, but I haven’t been successful in writing anything for about a month.  Part of it was the depression, sure, and part of it was being so busy at work, but a lot of it was just that I didn’t have anything to say.  My dad described it pretty well when we were talking earlier.  He said, “Kid, you and me both, we’ve spent our lives playing catchup; putting out fires as they come up, and never really had a plan.  Look at me: I’m 74 years old, and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.”

That’s all I’ve been doing lately.  Playing catch up.  I’m not really living.  I don’t have any goals beyond “Make it through work each day” and “Brush my teeth before bedtime.”  So It’s time I made some. 

Short Term Goals:

I am going to post at least once a week.  Something, even if it’s just a photo and a few words.  Just so there is proof that I’m alive.

I am going to the Rec Hall and walk on the elliptical at least 20 minutes a day.  (bonus fitness goal: check out the Yoga class on Tuesdays!)

I am going to use the Rosetta Stone Program my Dad bought me and Learn French.

I am going to get my driver’s license by the end of the year.

I am going to do some research on careers that interest me, see what it would take to change tracks.  I like my job, but it isn’t what I planned to do.  I never planned to be here.  I am here, in a very real way, because i never planned anything.  And even if I stay; I want it to be because I want to, not because I don’t have anything better to do.

I am going to Live.

Is It march Yet?

I keep starting and deleting a post on why I dislike February.  It’s a story I want to tell, but every time I put it down into words it doesn’t look right.  (But typing that sentence just reminded me I need to make an eye doctor appointment, so Thanks, Internet!)

These next few days are the worst of it.  But things are looking up!  Tonight i get to go have dinner with my friends, for the “International Market” special dining event they have every year in the Dining room.  Then, I am off work Monday, the 24th, which will be the worst day.  Once i get past Monday, It’s Smooth Sailing.

And, while googling the 24th to give another, funnier answer to why specifically that Monday  sucks, I found out it was the last launch of the Discovery.  Specifically, February 24th, 2011.  The day my Mother died. 

She would have liked that, having something in common with the Space Shuttle.  Maybe she even went to space with it. 

Guess that wasn’t so funny.  I’ll try again later, when my vision isn’t quite so blurry.


I am sorry, I owe you guys a real post.  I’ve been kinda down lately (well, ‘kinda’ is relative, i suppose) and with that comes all the usual guilt.  “Everybody’s got their own shit, Kate; stop burdening others with your crap.  You don’t even have a reason to be depressed.  Nothing that has happened to you is as bad as what’s happened to somebody else, so quit whining.”  You know, the usual vicious downcycle.  Fed into by the fact that a couple people I know In real life have asked me not to write about it, actually.  They like my style, but not my actual content. 

And while I admit I haven’t been wandering much lately, originally I started this with the surefire knowledge that the only one I could actually count on to read this was me.  And I want to write about what i want to write about.  I want to write about robots and WOW and random things like that, but I also want to put some thoughts into words and start coming to terms with Who I Am and Why I am Here.

So, with that in mind, I’m staging a hostile takeover of my own blog.   I am going to write, and sometimes it’ll be weird and disjointed like the other day.  Sometimes, it’s going to be about depression.  Spoiler warning: I’ve had to deal with depression most of my life, so it’s going to be a pretty big part of this blog.  If you don’t want to read about it, I totally understand.  Come back when I write about robots. 

With that in mind, I want to tell you a story.  It is not about robots.  It is from my childhood.

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