Aw crap. Christmas is coming. My plans to make lots of things for lots of people for Christmas this year sort of went to hell.
The doctors and I have been playing brain pill roulette for weeks now trying to find the right combination of brain pills and sleeping pills. It’s hard to be productive when much of your time is spent wanting to puke, cry, sleep or jump off the Ford bridge. Exacerbating the issue is, of course, the loss of Ghengis. Even in the best of times, losing my special little fella would have made me want to puke, cry, sleep and jump off the Ford bridge.
Suffice to say, it’s been immensely hard to concentrate and that’s been frustrating.
Alex has been making homemade jams and it got me thinking and I might just be motivated to get some canning done. Flipping through my recipes, I’ve settled on some jams, some pickles, mustards and fruit relishes. Between that and pumping out a few scarves, I think maybe I can get some gifts together.
hmmm, maybe I’ll go up to my mom’s for a weekend and she and I can spend a weekend together canning. She’s a billion times more organized than I am! Hey mom! you reading this? Wouldn’t you LOVE to spend an entire weekend with me making a mess of your kitchen? You have a dishwasher, right?

we’re so damned low class we’re drinkin’ our red wine outta white wine glasses!
Also, David ordered new checks tonight and he’s getting “What’s wrong with being Awesome?” printed in the extra line under the address and “From the Orphans’ Christmas Fund…to You” above the signature line. Personally, I think he should have gotten the “Life on the Farm” checks, but what are you gonna do?
Today, Chester went to the dog park for the first time. He was happy enough to see the people, but too scared and nippy around the other dogs. We’ll just have to keep taking him and socializing him. We’ll get him enrolled in obedience classes, too, that will help immensely. it was 15 fucking degrees out. We didn’t stay long.
blah blah blah
(analworld, vaginal plunger, clown car, meatball subs, biggus dickus)

Let’s talk about how you got here, shall we. How did you find this site? How did you get from whatever it was you were looking at to here.
Did you search for something?
Did you follow a link?
Was it just some random pounding on the keyboard?

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That image is a list of search terms that brought people to this site.
Velvet Cerebellum? okay, that makes sense. It’s the name of the site, but it is not precisely the name in the URL so searching for the name of the site makes sense. Searching for velvet-c confuses me. You already know the url, why are you searching for it?
Beebombom also perplexes me because it’s a word I made up, it’s in exactly one post, it’s utter nonsense and only occasionally will actually turn up a result on Google.
Chris Noth, Subaru Brat, floating raviolis, neils yard dairy, formfit panties…these are all things I have written about at one time or another. Knitting? Yeah, I knit and I’ve talked about it. Monkeysnaps? no idea.
Plastic vaginal plungers manufacturers??? What the fuck???? Seriously! What the fuck is that? I have no idea what that is, I have no idea what a plastic vaginal plunger is and I certainly don’t know who manufactures them!
Who are you people? Why are you researching plastic vaginal plungers??? WHY??? Seriously, if you or someone you know is researching plastic vaginal plungers or the manufacture of said plungers and you have stumbled upon this website, let me know! You dn’t have to reveal anything about yourself, just tell me about these plungers.
Also, “don’t want to hear about vagina”? Who DOESN’T want to hear about vagina? Speaking of vagina, there was a 100 pound vagina replica on the 3rd floor at work today. I make sure to mention it was a replica because I am sure that somewhere at work there is an actual 100 pound vagina.
“covered elastic underpants”. aaaaah yeah…hammer time.

“Depend upon it that if a man talks of his misfortunes there is something in them that is not disagreeable to him.”
Samuel Johnson
There are those of us who are listeners and dispensers of advice. We are the people that others go to when they need their problems put into perspective or they need advice on how to proceed. We are the one who can look at a quandary from all angles and make suggestions from an objective point of view.
It’s not bad work.
In fact it can be rewarding to see that advice you give fingered to life by this other person.
There are those people, however, that come to you with their problems, their needs, their complaints. They come to you and you listen and ask questions, mull things over and give advice and where most people would consider this advice and perhaps even go with it, there are those whose only reaction is to argue.
They have problems, but they also have an almost bottomless bag of reasons why they cannot move forward and fix these problems. You, the giver of advice, will find yourself in an exhausting race towards a moving finish line. You can’t keep up. Every solution you give is fraught with danger.
And then you realize that it is inaction more than anything that the person with the problem craves. And, as Samuel Johnson so eloquently put it, there is something not disagreeable to the person. They enjoy being where they are. They don’t complain about their problemns because they want resolution, but they complain about their problems in the same manner that we might speak of our vacations or promotions. They are the best things these people have.
A thank you to Alex for reminding me that sometimes it’s not my fault that I don’t have the right answers. Sometimes, the right answer just isn’t,