As If I Wasn't In Enough Places...

Now you can reach me on Twitter.

Yeah, I now "tweet". (Does this make us all "twits"? LOL Don't answer that...)

Currently, you can follow the Exploits of "Mr. Fluffikins" (in quotes because that's not his real name...I had to promise to use an alias, lest he smother me in my sleep for telling cat-tales out of school), aka my beloved cat who's a bad, bad dude.

"Mr. Fluffikins" has had an exciting week...follow it on Twitter!

Love,
Gini

New Kiki Short is Live

For those of you who've been following The Misadventures of Kiki -- short pieces about my good friend, Kiki, who's life experiences are a little off-kilter from the rest of ours -- and as those on Hook Me Up! already know, I have good news.

Yes, finally, there's a new Kiki story live on the site. (This is my delay, not Kiki's. Believe me, she's had plenty going on, I just haven't had time to keep up with her output.) Just head over to Expanded Universes, click on the Misadventures icon, and enjoy "Kiki's Winter Wonderland"!

Love,
Gini

Walking Dead?

I need to find my resting pulse. Because, as near as I can tell, I've misplaced it somewhere.

See, I have to do this medical-type thing for work -- to get money. Believe me, that's the only reason why I go near medical anything. And part of the thing is that I have to figure out my resting pulse. Only...I can't find it.

I mean, I know how to find it. I know which fingers to use and where to press and everything. They even provide clear instructions with pictures. And unless you're supposed to press so hard you stop the flow of blood completely, I'm doing it right.

Only...no pulse. At all. And yet, here I am, talking, walking about, eating, sleeping, typing. All without a pulse.

So, my question is -- did I turn into an undead and just don't know it? And, if that's what's happened, how is it I missed all the fun stuff normally associated with this kind of transition?

I mean, no vampire swooped in, swept me off my feet, and proposed eternal life along with some serious necking. No werewolf panted up and humped my leg. I think someone would have mentioned if I'd gotten a love bite from a zombie, though the difference in the morning hours between me and a zombie is mostly skin tone. No ghostly visitations, no warlock waving his wand around, not even any witches hissing at me. I have no pulse and yet at the same time, no fun story to show for it, either.

Unlife's not fair, is it?

Love,
Gini