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Digitally Yours

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

(I should start out by saying there is no real point to this blog post. I started out with something that ended up going nowhere until it was really just a lot of nothing; so - with that warning in mind - just enjoy it for what it is!)

I suppose it goes without saying that I am a voracious - if not manic - Internet user.  I have a blog; ok, I have several blogs.  I have a number - alright, a lot - of websites.  Eventually, I also gave in and joined the MySpace brigade and, after awhile, upgraded to Facebook.  That was about it for my online socializing other than my Yahoo! Messenger account; which has been in use since (I kid you not) 1997.

For some time I refused to join Twitter; on principle.  It was the same argument I gave for avoiding MySpace and refusing to jump on the Facebook bandwagon.  It was popular; too popular. It was the "it" and "in" thing to do; where the "hip" crowd was.

Let me set the record straight right here and now.  I am not - never have been - an "in" or "it" person; I do not do the "hip" crowd.  I have stopped liking things I once loved the moment they became overly popular.  It isn't that I try to be obscure, but I do try to not be a clone-like conformist.  If "everyone is doing it", I'm not likely inclined to join.  While I did eventually cave, I took heart in knowing I, at least, came to it late and looked safely lame rather than ultra-hip.

The bug, however,  caught me after Twitter and I found myself gleefully using sites like Ping.fm (and its sister Pingle app for my iPod Touch) and FriendFeed to help keep up with my digital musings. I discovered Tumblr (it has an iPod app, too) and sort of liked the idea of micro-blogging in quick bursts.  I tried out, but lost interest in, YouAre (what seems to just be a Twitter-spinoff) and considered a few others but decided to put a hold on my digitally social ladder climbing.

I haven't always been opposed to being an obsessive onliner, though.  I, infrequently, write articles for HubPages and Helium, and one lonely, little piece for Squidoo.  I had long had an account with Digg, but started actually using it (and quickly became addicted; I'm a daily Digger now).    One of these days, too, I'll get back to making a vlog (video blog) on blogTV; I actually had a few devoted viewers for a little bit there.  My Flickr account I have used extensively for a few years now; it's a great way to share photos with friends and family.

It would not be stretching it to say that a sizable portion of my life is lived online.  It doesn't mean I don't have an active, social real life (I wish, sometimes!), but that when I am online, I am simply very active and, as my dear friend Rosie once said, have a "large Internet presence".  It isn't so much that I believe people know who I am, just that I do a lot online - as either Shanna Riley or skatoolaki (or, virtually, as Isadora "Izzy" Graves) - and am quite visible to anyone that may be looking.  I've been online - and actively so - since 1997; my website, birthed on Geocities under the user name "vamp_lynx", made its appearance in 2000 until I moved to my own domain - skatoolaki.com - in 2004.  This blog, itself, was started in 2003.  So, yes, you could say I've been around the block a few times, and being seen and heard online isn't anything new for me.

Sometimes you have to wonder, though,  if anyone truly cares about all of that socializing, posting, and tidbit-updating stuff but you.  Yet I don't do this for anyone but myself (and my two ever-faithful readers - hi, Mom! - hi, Amb!) because I enjoy it, and I love going back and reading what my life was like three or four years ago.  I may be the only person who ever reads any of this; which is, actually, just fine.

When a Little Less is A Lot to Celebrate

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

I have always been a steady 110-115 lbs kinda-gal, and before all of you begin to hate on me, please understand that I only stand 4'10" tall.  While that may not seem like many pounds for the average person, realize that I have a lot less room in which to hold said weight.  In other words, with height comes more room in which to stretch all those pounds out.

Though I am not skinny, but rather shapely and muscularly-toned, my weight was about average for my height.  Still, as any young female raised in an era that crams super-skinny, glossy perfection down our throats, I always thought I was "fat".  Only now, in later years and having actually been overweight, do I realize the folly of my younger, disillusioned body image.  No longer, I vow, will I ever bemoan anything under 125 lbs.  I've only to look back to all those years I missed enjoying the body I had - one I did not realize I'd miss until I'd added over ten pounds to it.

After my knee surgery in the summer of 2002, I began - for the first time, really, in my adult life - to gain weight.  The initial three months of non-recovery after my surgery consisted of a great deal of lying around and very little, if any, physical activity.  The weight began to accumulate.

Around this time, as the realization of my new immobility and disablity began to sink in, I started to drink more than I ever had (or have since).  I was insanely depressed and drinking took the edge off of the nightmare I seemed to have come out of surgery into - one I could not, and would never fully, awaken from.  Then, also, the weight began to accumulate.

Though I tried to cheer myself by remembering that I'd hated my smaller body by believing it to be fat, thereby never allowing myself to enjoy it, I knew that I was overweight.  I wasn't happy about it, but exercising wasn't really something I could do with any real gusto because of my disability, and I swore long ago I'd never torture myself with yo-yo diets or deny myself foods I enjoyed (I grew up watching my mother bemoan every single calorie and constantly starve herself and planned to never put myself through such agonies when I reached adulthood).  The result was that my 4'10" frame soon found itself attempting to accomodate over 135 lbs; not only overweight for my height but an extra burden on my already-pained legs.

In the past year and a half, I have pretty much quit drinking (I barely have a drink once every two weeks) and have closely monitored my eating - I eat less and smaller portions.  I don't deny myself food - I eat what I want when I want it - but I'm careful not to overeat (something I did unconsciously before because of my tendancy to wolf down food faster than a hot dog-eating champion).  Slowly, the weight began to come off.

At first, I didn't really notice it.  Slowly but surely, however, my clothes started to hang on me; my work pants needed belts and I discovered - with utter delight - that I was able to squeeze back into a size 7 pair of jeans I'd owned in my 19 year-old, California-days (ones that had, the year before, not made it up past my thighs).  The real acceptance that I'd lost the weight came this past Christmas, though, when my sister - who, along with my mother - had been telling me how great I looked, showed me pictures on her camera from the Christmas before (2007).

"I don't think you realize just how much you've lost," she told me.

My shock at looking through the photos confirmed that I hadn't.  For the first time I allowed myself to enjoy the fact that I'd really done it - I had really lost the weight.  I've kept at it, and today at the doctor's office I had my final (and best) confirmation:  the scale read 120 lbs.  I couldn't believe it - I was back down to my ideal weight (sure, I'd love to be 115 lbs again, but this is actually healthier for me and more in line with my body shape).  It feels wonderful and I've noticed less pain in my legs and just an overall sense of feeling healthier (less alcohol is never a bad thing, either).

This isn't to brag or rub it in to those out there still trying to lose those pesky pounds, but rather a "you can do it, too!" message.  Well, sure, I want to share my excitement - that, too - but truly, if my lazy ass can shed 15 lbs, you can, too!

To give you an idea of the difference I saw when I looked in Amber's camera this past Christmas, I offer you two photos - one taken in November 2007 and the other just today (March 2009).  Both are thumbnails, so click to see a larger image:

weightloss_nov07-th weightloss_mar09-th

A smaller, lighter me - what can I say?  Is it wrong to be so thrilled?  I know I rally against negative body image and all that, but I also believe we must love ourselves and work with what we've been given.  I disliked being overweight, but I never let myself dwell on it and - instead - attempted to love the body I had so that I didn't miss out doing so years down the road when I might be even larger.  I wasn't even necessarily trying to lose weight - I just made a conscious decision to drink less and eat more healthily.  The end result was just more than I could've even hoped for.

Thanks for letting me gush...and best of luck with your own weightloss goals.  Remember, if I can do it, you can, too!

Domains for Sale!

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009

In case anyone were actually interested, I thought I should make note here of a few domain names I've picked up along the way that I would like to sell.  These are for sale at GoDaddy Auctions, and set on Buy Now or Bid status.  Get 'em while they're hot!

I also have thefringepress.com which I'm debating on putting up for sale or keeping.  I sort of like it.

Anyhow, if you're interested in any of the above domains, please visit GoDaddy Auctions or click on the domain links listed above to go directly to each domain name's individual buy/bid page.

We’re Back in Business

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

After a failed upgrade and a harrowing two day ordeal, I was able to save the blog from what I was sure was certain death.  So excited was I when it all just finally worked, that I burst into tears of joy - through which I am writing this now.

Digitopus is back, folks; all is well.

Sunshine & Farts Forever

Wednesday, November 26th, 2008

To those that are curious and have asked, the answer is "no", I will not be giving up the domain name sunshineandfarts.com.  It's just too sweet a name to let go of just yet.  Perhaps one day, if the price is right or I just can't find another use for it - but as much as I want my personal, main blog to be a little more serious (hence Digitopus as the new moniker), I still love Sunshine & Farts and plan to use it for something in the future (just what hasn't hit me yet...but it will).

The Blog Formerly Known As Sunshine & Farts

Monday, November 17th, 2008

Yes, folks, I did it again.

The blog formerly known as anima, aka Sunshine & Farts, is hereby officially titled Digitopus.  It's a word I created by stringing together two words that I felt described my blog here perfectly - "digital opus".  And so it is.

Even more fortuitously, Digitopus has not been used elsewhere on the web, so I am the first and intend to keep all such rights.  You can still reach us here at sunshineandfarts.com, for a time, but please do update your bookmarks to digitopus.com (or digitopus.net or even digitopus.org - whichever suits your fancy) as soon as possible.

As to pronunciation, since it is a new word - and therefore my word (for now, anyway) - it is pronounced digi (as in digital) - toe-pus.  Long "o" with the "t"; so not at all like "octopus", as some might think, but like digital with "toe" and "pus" tacked on where you'd lop off the "al".  Digi-toe-pus.

Welcome...let's see where we can go from here.

Longing

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

Even though I have not been faithful in my blogging, it is not - by any means - because it is not on my mind.  I think about it all the time.  Things happen and I say to myself, "I have to blog that!" and I have countless pages Tabooed and waiting for me to write about. There is just no time.

Screw that, though.  I need to make time.  I love blogging - I have not become disillusioned nor have I lost my enjoyment of blogging.  I miss it intensely and think about it daily.

If my life was busy before, it's a thousand times moreso now.  I work 10 hour days, and by time I come home I'm so tired that I crash by 8-9pm.  Since I don't get home until 6pm, that leaves me only 2 or 3 hours to myself in the evenings.  Weekends are, as ever, social clusterfucks.

There should be no more excuses, though - I must make time to write.  I miss it, and my writing has even matured and changed - something this blog doesn't even reflect because I no longer post to it!  This has to stop.  I must once again join the active blogging world, for me - for my readers, as well (if I even have any left).

Thanks for listening.