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Something New

February 25, 2013

So I somehow have ended up in a new endeavor. I was doing my usual twitter thing on Friday last, and got a message from @j_michael_k to contact him. I did as my curiosity was piqued and found that he runs an independent start up magazine called Creature Girl Magazine. They were in need of one more staff writer and loved my twitter ramblings.

Yep that’s right they wanted me. I still have no clue why. But I don’t want to jinx myself in asking. So I followed my gut, checked out their website and decided why the hell not.

Now those who know me, know as much of a Showoff I am, it has always been a solo endeavor. Comfortably hiding behind a social profile that I can retreat from time to time when I need. So this has all my anxiety going. I’m not going to be in control.

But you know what? I believe you absolutely need to do what scares the hell out of you. Fear is a sign you’re breaking through the constructs you’ve built for yourself. So that’s my news. I’m hella excited. It’s a completely different project for me.

Xoxoxo
ClubNette

Why I hate crosswords and why I do them anyways

October 4, 2012

Oh sweet squares of white and black simple uniformity! How lovely art thine graphs. I know I said we needed some counseling to continue our life together, but I thought you’d not cry but laugh.

You see my dearest crossword; this brain is wired to rhyme or to think of actual non archaic words when given clues. And this brain of mine cannot grasp that the number of letters in a word should matter. May the best word win. I apologize for drawing blue lines across you virgin squares to make my choicest words fit. I apologize for answering American historical references with Canadian equivalents.

I know it’s rough being handled by a left-handed pen where my palm is always smudging the ink because long ago it was declared these words will go left to right and no other way. I know it’s hard to get thrown against the wall when I can’t get an answer right. I’m sorry I ruffled your pages or bent you slightly in unspeakable ways.

But the thing is I’m addicted to you and your clever ploying; your incorrigible abbreviations; your overuse of words that haven’t seen the light of day in years. I love the feeling of my neurons desperately collecting information you demand I shall seek or leave you incomplete.

Most of all crosswords, I think we should try and work this out because my morning coffee really misses marking its rings on you. And you know, I, uh, miss it when you let me keep my wrong answer until the very end.

Ever yours until a sudoku puzzle looks my way,

Nette

2000!

September 26, 2012

Thanks for helping me to reach 2000 visitors!
(Especially to me checking if the page loaded)
The fact that anyone is coming to check out my works at all is awesome to me.
Thank you Gma for being 90% of the visitors <3
So <3!!! And thanks so much for all the support.

Xoxoxo
Nette

Thoughts on the continued posting of longer stories

August 4, 2012

After much thought and careful conversations with a few dear friends, I have decided that instead of posting separate posts per chapter as a I work on something; I will delete the previous post, copy and edit as necessary the content and attach it to the continuing story.

Better continuity that way I believe and it’s only a thumb scroll down for you if you’ve read the original post in order to get to the newest content.

Thanks for reading. I have loved all the feedback email, twitter and otherwise.

Whatever you do, never doubt yourself. Keep at it friends. Especially when it scares the crap out of us.

Love
Nette

Reality of a special wonder boy

December 8, 2011

I guess telling the world may seem like an attention hog but I just feel like a blog is a good place to get it off my damn chest.

Damon who is my four year old son and only child has been tenatively diagnosed with Persuasive Developmental Disorder today. I guess it means that he is a special little boy who lives in his own little world and might end up having issues relating to society.

I feel as though I’m reaching out because I don’t want to close in on myself as I often tend to do. And I am glad it’s nothing terminal because I couldn’t bear to lose my precious special man.

The real thing I’m trying to remember is that this doesn’t change who he is but that it may help him get the tools he and I and his father need to help him to the best of our abilities.

This is a crap post but I’m having trouble finding the words to express myself as I often do when it comes close to the heart.

Life really is an adventure. My son teaches me this daily with his hilarious way of seeing the world. And for this I am thankful.

Remembering Steve Jobs

October 5, 2011

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Twitter is trending with news of Steve Jobs death at 56. And someone linked an email address if you wanted to email your condolences. So I did. I’m am posting it’s contents for your to share why I loved these products and why I’m writing in tears right now.

If you want to email them your memories and condolences just write the email address below.

To: rememberingsteve@apple.com

I wish I had written a letter earlier to tell you how much of an impact your vision and products have made on my life. Ever since my first iPhone I have been an apple user. You gave me the ability to keep a pen and pad digitally anywhere I went. You expanded the possibilities of my life. You gave me thousands of ways to work past any limits or obstacles that came my way.

Your iPad and iPhone early learning apps were the key for my young son to learn and communicate when no other tool was working. Your programs are the ABCs and 123s that he sings. His early words were apple and iPhone. And I can’t thank you enough. You have given my son the tools he needs to learn. You have brought the future to him and put it in his hands.

My only regret is that I didn’t write you sooner when you could have used a kind word from someone who will never be able to express my deepest gratitude.

I will remember you Steve. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you have done in my life and millions of others.

Sent from my iPhone
Nette Ford
@ClubNette

The Night the Phone died

September 28, 2011

My iPhone 3GS must have had enough. Maybe it was the stress of being shoved into intimate storage spaces, or the RX label stickers I got my hands on and thought was perfect case decorations. All I know is, the poor thing quit midday at work. And it being unrescueable this time. I dissected it. Not as some grisly morgue voyeur montage. But because this phone and I have been through a lot: The new jobs, the new places, the app addictions, the Goo and even introduced me to twitter. I’m surprised it survived this long. Goo even bleed what seemed like the entire contents of his nose onto the screen once. And it still chimed on and worked in it’s peppy no quitting way.

I knew it was on it’s last legs for a long time. The lying battery meters, the non existent power button, the stalling. Still, when the thought hit me of recycling it’s carcass, I knew it wasn’t just a shell of it’s former self. It was more to me. The little phone that could, and when it couldn’t, it tried to the bitter end.

I felt a tribute was necessary. So I bought crazy glue, and a small precision set of screwdrivers. And piece by piece I stripped it down. I carefully removed the battery which I will ensure gets disposed of correctly.

I went crazy with the crazy glue and fit the pieces back together with an old broken barrette of mine. And now I have a little piece of art to sit on my desk and remind me of the good times. I call it September 28 2011, the day the phone died and was resurrected.

Cheers
ClubNette

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Welcome to the club

September 22, 2011

I have finally gone and done it! First I join Twitter. Then I decide I need a home for all the craziness that comes out of me as well as a home for my short stories about my alcoholic houseplant.

This is nuts. Sorry this first post isn’t what you’ve expected. But that’s like a lot of first times it’s awkward. It’s messy. You’re apologizing for half of it. You feel like a fool. But you are exhilarated at the same time.

I hope to add some semblance of purpose to this site soon. Need time to edit Moe as his first few stories are not more than a paragraph long.

Cheers!
Nette


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