So I’ve updated my store with what I’ve been working on. It includes hand-forged items, with rauchstocks and paintings to boot.
My computer got hit with a hard-drive wiping virus that cleaned my hard drive
and all files out. My store would’ve been updated prior to this – on Friday, had Thursday not been the day of the bug. I’m finally cleaned, and…
Virus creators are sad creatures indeed. Get a hobby. Or a fuck-buddy. Or a girlfriend that isn’t inflatable, or .. Whichever.
The Damascus steel blade will be there too, eventually. Etsy and my shitty internet connection are still uploading them to the store. One mirror completed, and then some.
I’m always up for a trade, but I wonder why no one is asking for one, besides the few who have. Is it the culture we live in? The times we live in?
I read Sarah Lawless’ blog, and her ideas on books hit me. I haven’t actually sat down, and devoted my time to pure reading since 2010. That isn’t to say I won’t read a book (or three) at any given time. However, most of my couple of years have been with experience and gnosis. You don’t know how to ride a bike until you actually do it.
I do have an envy for her, Dver, and others – because I don’t get to talk to a Pagan in person for months or years. It’s too far to drive, and it’s hard to get jokes or other hilarious connotations via texts on the internet. So, the conversations have been only internet based and with the English major of my Hub’s, I’ve done… Ok? Maybe? Sort of?
While it would be damned nice to have others to work with, and talk to – I’m probably a hermit for a reason. I’m abrasive, hard to get along with, intense to be around, and horribly opinionated. I won’t mention my temper.
I don’t read much anymore, due to Arta’s intense teaching, Etno’s non-tricky trickery, and Karnona’s own lessons… It’s been a busy couple of years. Without books though, I’d probably still be wondering where my brain ends, and where the actual divine begins. I’m only human, and well – I’m very flawed.
I probably will never stop loving books – when I can’t actually walk out of a bookstore empty handed should tell one something. Especially, if it’s folklore. I don’t know how many books I refused to part with on that topic.
In the end, I’m glad I got to do some metalwork this weekend. The virus is leaving slowly, but leaving. It was nice not to be tuckered out by simply being
awake for a damned change.
And, I’m glad I got to update the store. I hope you like the inventory, if not – let me know (if I can improve I’d love to know how).
The link to my store: