It occurred to me as I was typing that last blog post that I have previously written not exactly extensively about my dyspraxia, and yet the recent news that this was actually a misdiagnosis has gone unmentioned. I was told just at the end of Summer last year by a neurologist that I did not in fact have dyspraxia after all. All symptoms, some of which have actually disappeared the older I've got, were actually down to a mixture of severe PTSD (which I had no idea could make one clumsy but I'm reliably informed by another professional who knows that it can), fibromyalgia, and resulting migraines.
Monday 30 May 2016
DAY ERM OF THE NO YOUTUBE CHALLENGE
Well, it's Day Erm of the no YouTube Challenge. 'Erm' because I'm not 100% sure what day last week it officially began as the date of my first blog is the last date I watched something on YouTube, Blogger uses Eastern Time, which does not correspond with Greenwich Mean Time, which I'm on, and I did cheat slightly yesterday evening at a friend's house when she delightedly introduced me to a prank call show from some years back. The way I see it, it's like that Friday steak at a non-Catholic dinner party. It's your fault you forgot to mention that you only eat fish on Fridays, so if your host cooks a hunk of disallowed grub, you smile, eat and make a mental note to either not go to dinner parties on Fridays or forewarn people to save embarrassment.
Other than that, I have been good, and when I can be bothered (maybe tomorrow) to check my diary, where I noted the date of this challenge's commencement, I shall state on the next posting, exactly where we are up to. For now, whatever Blogger claims, I'm writing this at 11.25PM Old Lancashire Time, and I was on a coach for five hours today, with a dodgy mobile that wouldn't even play the radio properly, so do excuse me if I go back to Classic FM.
Other than that, I have been good, and when I can be bothered (maybe tomorrow) to check my diary, where I noted the date of this challenge's commencement, I shall state on the next posting, exactly where we are up to. For now, whatever Blogger claims, I'm writing this at 11.25PM Old Lancashire Time, and I was on a coach for five hours today, with a dodgy mobile that wouldn't even play the radio properly, so do excuse me if I go back to Classic FM.
Thursday 26 May 2016
ANOTHER GIMMICK FROM ANOTHER WRITER IN THE HOPE OF GETTING PUBLISHED ONE DAY....
Yesterday afternoon I watched my last YouTube video for the next twelve months. I'm not sure whether to squeal with excitement or weep like a small child who has dropped their ice cream. It has been at the back of my mind for some time now that maybe (just maybe) I spend too much time watching videos on the internet. I have done mini web-'fasts' before here and there - no internet for a day; no Kindle for a week - but I've never felt the need to make a big, dramatic statement like this one before. And I still hadn't, just eleven minutes before the end of my last YouTube video till May 2017.
This short excerpt from Michael Voris on a religious form of time-wasting spoke to me more loudly and clearly than when (potentially) the angels knackered my Kindle yesterday so I was reduced to the drudgery of powering up the laptop when I could be bothered or waiting for Mr B to come off the big PC. Voris makes a very good point, that even the best-intentioned research can turn into nothing more than spiritual or intellectual porn if you should be doing something else but you just can't switch off. Maybe you are watching a university professor talk about philosophy, but if you suddenly realise you're several hours passed your bedtime and this is lecture number 47, you're just as much of an addict as someone who can't pass up on a playlist of cats playing the piano. Not that I've ever watched 47 videos in a row. As far as I'm aware.
I used to write a novel a year (sadly unpublished, yes, though there was that one novella...). I'm fairly certain I haven't even written my first poem of 2016 yet. And that Rosary novena to Our Lady of Pompeii would probably feel a lot less rushed if I wasn't also cramming in the offerings of Voris, Hahn, Kreeft and Barron, to name just a fraction. We had best not mention the Star Wars fan theory videos or ultimate diva playlist I have managed to compile lest it start to sound like I live on the cursed video site. Oh no! I just realised I've nowhere to hear Shirley now! Barbra's fine: I have CDs.
This short excerpt from Michael Voris on a religious form of time-wasting spoke to me more loudly and clearly than when (potentially) the angels knackered my Kindle yesterday so I was reduced to the drudgery of powering up the laptop when I could be bothered or waiting for Mr B to come off the big PC. Voris makes a very good point, that even the best-intentioned research can turn into nothing more than spiritual or intellectual porn if you should be doing something else but you just can't switch off. Maybe you are watching a university professor talk about philosophy, but if you suddenly realise you're several hours passed your bedtime and this is lecture number 47, you're just as much of an addict as someone who can't pass up on a playlist of cats playing the piano. Not that I've ever watched 47 videos in a row. As far as I'm aware.
I used to write a novel a year (sadly unpublished, yes, though there was that one novella...). I'm fairly certain I haven't even written my first poem of 2016 yet. And that Rosary novena to Our Lady of Pompeii would probably feel a lot less rushed if I wasn't also cramming in the offerings of Voris, Hahn, Kreeft and Barron, to name just a fraction. We had best not mention the Star Wars fan theory videos or ultimate diva playlist I have managed to compile lest it start to sound like I live on the cursed video site. Oh no! I just realised I've nowhere to hear Shirley now! Barbra's fine: I have CDs.
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