Check-In: September 22

What I’m working on: Well. It’s the first day of fall. So, of course I’m working on Christmas stuff that I should have actually started a month ago. Also, it’s still 90+ degrees outside. I’m not anywhere near feeling holly-jolly yet. But, I’m giving it the old college try!


What I’m playing: The husband person and I had our first Pokemon battles. I was soundly beaten. But, I caught a super-awesome Skitty and I named her Pancakes and we’re going to be best friends and then he’ll be in trouble.

What I’m listening to: On the heels of that podcast series about Charles Manson, I’ve started listening to My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark and I DON’T KNOW WHY. I don’t really watch any true crime TV. But It’s always a subject I’ve tended to fall into a Wiki-spiral with. I like the podcast because they actual do the Wiki-spiral for me and there’s no chance of me accidentally seeing a crime scene photo. I do not do not do not do not like crime scene photos. But audio descriptions are fine.

True crime is one of those weird subjects. I know so many people (most, if not all, are women) who are super-fascinated by it. And they’re all really compassionate, smart, friendly, non-psychopaths. Karen and Georgia hypothesize that people who find true crime fascinating are the people who have the most anxiety about it. Which probably explains why so many of those people are women. I absolutely have anxiety about gettin’ got. (Among other things.) Maybe subconsciously, knowing all the stories is a way of preparing. If I know how SHE died, then I can avoid it.

(Hey, there’s a fun note to abruptly end this blog post on.)


2 thoughts on “Check-In: September 22

  1. Lazy Lady (@the_lyn) September 23, 2016 / 2:17 pm

    When I was a kid, my mom would get very concerned about my mild obsessions. First, I was really into ballet movies and my mom very sternly told me “you aren’t going to be a dancer, I’m just telling you now.” I never had any intention of being a dancer though. Then I started reading books like “Up the Down Staircase” and watching “To Sir, With Love” and my mom (who was a teacher) sternly told me “do not become a teacher, trust me.” Again, no intention of becoming a teacher. I just find myself getting interested in one thing and (this being pre-Wiki) going to down a media rabbit hole about it (books, movies, etc.)

    Then I started reading about serial killers. She didn’t say anything. ¬.¬


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