When Words Don’t Cover It,1990’s Microsoft Paint Can

Words fail.

That kind of thinking is detrimental for a blog.

In any case, I think my logistics job is affecting my not-job-related memory, soul and verbal speech…

or else…

it’s not the super stressful job and, rather, the FTD/ALS is kicking in.


I hope not because my job does not offer health insurance, and the reason I spent last year as a test rat

is so I would get into the experimental trials for the treatment they’re developing for ALS/FTD as one of my neurologists is at the forefront of that research.

Why Are You Bringing Up All That Shit Again

The reason I’m thinking about my brain atrophy is because last night I was playing trivia.

There is little else which makes me think I’m

a) from a different planet

b) am suffering from some kind of brain atrophy as… there is stuff I used to know which I no longer know (I also realize old age does this and all my brain power is being redirected to my logistics job but…)

I prefer option A

the resemblance is uncanny


Last night a dear friend who I originally met while working as an AmeriCorps VISTA in a windowless room without a proper exit (a context we called “the Fungeon”) was in town from DC and he and our colleague (another dear friend and the third original member of the Fungeon) got together to do…


My husband was also there because he – unlike me – is very good at trivia.

In any case, seeing them reminded me what matters in life. I don’t see the right people enough.

They also reminded me that I had created “Ted”.

I had forgotten completely about Ted.


Ted was a chair who had a face made from a paper plate and maybe a scarf and… I made him when one day while exasperated by the job and… then forgot him.

Maybe I would make a terrible mother.

But SHIFT OF TOPIC I am gearing up for this year’s Milwaukee Paranormal Conference which will be held at Alverno College and which will include activities which will take place all around Milwaukee.

A kick-off to Halloween, if you will.

At the conference I’ll be… selling my DIY books:

And there will be a QR code which I will hand out to people so they can go to Amazon the Monster where the e-book and audiobook version of my book are/will be.

My audiobook is currently being mastered.

And that sounds extreme.

But the sound engineer is adding in sound effects now and… I’m very excited to hear it. I wasn’t otherwise going to listen to it because I’ve heard myself read the book enough times but if there are sound effects… 😻

It was a trip to be in a recording studio. I felt like a hip hop star.

like the very opposite of a hip hop star

In conclusion, I’ll finish out this WORDS FAIL blog by listing the illustrations I’ll have for sale at the Milwaukee Paranormal Conference because… they’re fun.

And they make me smile despite myself and I hope they do the same for you.

Hope you’re all staying safe out there! Thanks so much for seeing/reading. 🖤

Digital Prints of Microsoft Illustrations Which Will Be Very Shiny and Bright and For Sale

Activist Vampire

Bird Community Meeting

Traumatized Christmas Doll

Well-Dressed Crooked Man

Demon with Histrionic Personality Disorder

Doomsday Anticipation

Favorite Forgotten Member of Fry Gang


Monsters Have Pets

Driving Test

High School

Epileptic Zombie


And if you should attend this year’s Milwaukee Paranormal Conference either virtually or in person (masks mandatory), you can find my table by my logo:

And this sign which will be blown-up, large and placed right by that blown-up, large logo:


Milwaukee Paranormal Conference 2021 INFO

This is a blurb I stole. If you’re interested… Google/Bing/Safari can tell you more.

Presented by American Ghost Walks:

Milwaukee Paranormal Conference is BACK! We are so thrilled for this year’s event after a virtual only event last year. Here’s a run down of this year’s con:

Friday, Sept. 24: Milwaukee Paranormal Conference Party @Faklandia Brewing

Saturday, Sept. 25: Conference at Alverno College Bucyrus Conference Center 10-5: Guest speakers, panels, vendors– this year it is a FREE event. You just need to register here: https://milwaukeeparacon.com/registration/

-Night of the 25th following conference– World’s Biggest Ghost Hunt events!

Sunday, Oct. 26: Activities Day, includes Witch’s Faire @Faklandia Brewing plus several other cemetery tours, Death Talks, ghost tours, paranormal researchers doing their thing, meet ups, etc. Lots more details soon, but save the dates!

13 thoughts on “When Words Don’t Cover It,1990’s Microsoft Paint Can

    1. Awwwww thank you so much, Naomi!!!!! 🥰😘😘😘😘😘

      I love the feedback. Hee hee that’s taken from “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Weird at Parties”. When home turns insane, you have to pretend everything is okay even thought you’re actively evolving into – in the case of my book’s metaphor – Jeff Goldblum’s character from The Fly. 😂

      I hope I sell… 16 books (that would be MIND BLOWING btw) because we’ve only managed to print and bind 16. 😂

      I’m presently listening to the sound effects my sound engineer inserted into the audiobook… NEAT. I’m really hoping people purchase THAT. 🤞

      THANK YOU!!!!’

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  1. I know this anxiety. I used to find brain farts mildly annoying at 30Something.

    But at 30SomethingX2 and having recently lost both of my parents to two separate forms of dementia, I find myself in the throws of existential angst on the regular.

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    1. Oh dear Lisa. You lost both your parents to forms of dementia? Losing both parents in your 30s… it’s too much. And dementia means the dying process is extended and it’s nothing short of torturous for all involved. My heart goes out to you. 🖤

      I rely on my faith which gets me through but… oh that terrible overwhelmed feeling… sending so much love to you, dear one.

      I recently read a… really… mmmmm… I don’t know where I should be recommending it because it sort of broke me. But it was… a book about dying, grief, our cultural obsession with defining life and fearing death all while prioritizing social media and online realities (cough) all while these online realities inform us about how the earth is dying…

      Layer upon layer upon layer and… well, it doesn’t sound cheery but it was pretty cathartic for me. So… I recommend it. 🖤

      The Living Sea of Waking Dreams by Richard Flanagan

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  2. My dad had frontal lobe atrophy. Either it wasn’t the same thing as your mom had, or he left us at an earlier stage. He had pretty much decided he was done, so on the day he was given permission, he climbed into his bed and was gone in two weeks. By no particular choice or decision, it so happened that it was just us, our original family, all together. My mom, my dad, my four siblings, and me. He opened his eyes and looked each one of us in our eyes, one by one, closed them, and was gone. I was never going to be ready to lose him, but more time would not have been a blessing.

    Mom had for real, straight up Alzheimer’s–plaques and tangles and all. Her biggest fear was that she would forget that she loved us. We cherished her as, over her last few years, she just evaporated before our eyes. Her grasp of our names might have gotten iffy, but she always knew who she loved, right up until the day she died. It was pneumonia. We let it run its course. She was privileged to die in her own room, in her own bed, in the company of those who loved her best. I’m so grateful she left just two weeks before COVID lockdowns. She would never have understood why no one was visiting.

    Ach. I am sorry. I happened to just now read your lovely words, right when I needed to feel close to them.

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    1. Oh Lisa. Thanks so much for sharing. Atrophy of the frontal lobe is, as far as I understand, early onset dementia or “Picks Disease” or frontotemporal degeneration (FTD). My heart goes out to you. It affects each person so differently and it’s heartbreaking no matter what.

      Your mom worrying that she’s forget she loved you… 😣💔… oh these are such wretched, terrible illnesses. My only comfort is how neurologists and geneticists feel very confident a treatment is on the horizon… five years, they say.

      I guess we’ll see but I don’t want any other family to go through what yours and my family went through. I am also glad your beloved mom passed before COVID… the thought of her being isolated and alone for all that time… I’m so grateful you were all spared that horror.

      Torturous witnessing and two extremely tough losses. My heart goes out to you. 🖤

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