Aye Aye!

That should technically be II, but the average reader wouldn’t understand.

My two favorite internet personalities kicked off their Interactive Introverts tour a few days ago. Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr are exploding with spoilerinos.  If you’re not a fan of spoilers, don’t you dare search that tag.  You might have a meltdown of sorts.  Especially if you’re a demon phannie.

View this post on Instagram

the adventure begins. danandphiltour.com

A post shared by Daniel Howell (@danielhowell) on

And since each show is supposedly different, who knows what they have up their sleeves?

Somehow, I just knew months in advance, that Dan would be playing the piano for us.  I get those ‘prediction’ feelings sometimes.  I cannot wait to see in it person.  Dan at the piano is my ‘aesthetic’.  Playing the piano is one of Dan’s passions, and I love him for that fact alone.  I can totally see him becoming the leader of a new YouTube movement – performing his own originals on the piano.  Could music possibly be the next major trend for aspiring YouTubers?  We will see…

If you really need spoilers, then by all means, stalk that iispoilers tag.  But I don’t recommend it if you’re planning to attend a show or three.  Spoilers ruin the surprise!

Meanwhile, Dan and Phil are busy giving the people what they want, whilst regularly updating their Instagram stories.  Those are fun, and they make them even more fun!

See you soon, boys!


Soundgasm … Was This A Previous Title?

Jesus H…

I’ve been listening to ASMR for a little over year now, and just today, one of the few ASMRtists I subscribe to has managed to make my pupils dilate, along with giving me MAJOR tingles – a rarity for me because of my extensive hearing loss.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. T ASMR

He is awesome!

All you pervs, get your minds out of the gutter. Sometimes ASMR can provoke some mild sexual arousal, but that’s really not what ASMR is all about, regardless of the countless YouTube channels out there that sexualize it.

The 3D sound of ASMR provokes a rather unusual response within the brain, creating a feeling similar to goosebumps along the back of your skull, and sometimes down your spine.

Quite literally, a tingle. NOT SEXUAL!!! So stop it right now.

ASMR is a mini euphoria of sorts. In the correct setting, it is thoroughly relaxing, and often induces such a relaxed state, it puts most listeners to sleep – which is what many listeners are seeking, given their moderate anxiety and sleep troubles.

I can’t tell you how often I have sat in my recliner and plugged in for the sole purpose of seeking a calm, relaxing session of tingle inducing ASMR. It’s very popular, and for a very big reason: It’s relaxing, and definitely helps with easing anxiety and sleep issues.

Similar to white noise, depending on individual preference and what helps them, ASMR helps with achieving a decent night of rest.

I don’t know how else to describe it, so, check it out for yourself.

Some of the most popular ASMRtists are WhispersRed, ASMR Darling, ASMR Zeitgeist, ASMRMagic, and Gentle Whispering ASMR, to name just a handful, along with the gaining popularity of the slime and floam specialty subgenre of ASMR.

Slime in itself is a popular fad. But when you find the right creators who provide high quality videos and live streaming, you will be well on your way to sleeping like a log. I should know. I’m currently listening to a live slime/floam stream as I type this entry, and my eyelids are fucking fighting to stay open, even though I had a good night’s sleep last night.


Just go try it out. What’s the worst that could happen?

If certain sounds bother you, such as mouth sounds, and similar sounds, then ASMR is not for you. It will make you want to either destroy your earphones, or punch your computer screen, or both.

To Vlog Or Not To Vlog

I have a major idea for vlogging.  But, in light of recent YouTube and AdSense restrictions, I’m very hesitant.  Maybe I’ll start small, and progress to a fan sponsored site – if it ever gets to that point.  We will see.  I’m still on the fence for one main reason – which I cannot share here … or anywhere online … EVER.  But, I digress.

There is so much pressure to make virtually everything PC, sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth venturing down the road to internet fame – or even fame, period.  Not that being famous is on my list of priorities.  Aside from the financial aspect, being famous can be a horrific experience.  Also, I’m not on par with ‘popular’ opinion, unfortunately, and I realize that could hurt any possibility of making extra money via the public eye.

Even more so, I’m afraid to even get a regular job these days.  I’ll need to pre-train my brain well beforehand, so that my mouth doesn’t get me fired and/or sued for anything construed as hate, racism, sexism, etcetera.  Not that I’m a hater.  But let’s face it.  You look at someone wrong these days, or even smile (it seems), and you are sued for something.

And that’s my rant for the day!  I’m off for a nice hour of relaxation – and a much needed adjustment.

Dream Journal #3

I’m beginning to feel like a freak. Well, my husband says I’m not normal. I know I’m not normal in many ways, but to tell me it’s not normal to recall dreams is making my anxiety a lot worse than in already is.

Anyone who personally knows me, knows I sleep like crap. I’m up and down constantly, shifting frequently to relieve my achy back, shoulders, and hips – in between sitting up to check if hubby is still breathing. Let’s not forget the once a night bathroom trip if I don’t go right before I hit the pillow.

When I talk about dream recall, I can tell you very vivid dreams from 10+ years ago. Even some dreams I used to have as a child. I always thought this is common. Apparently not.

So …. I have a new appointment for a neurology sleep consult. My cardiologist ordered it because I was diagnosed with severe obstructive sleep apnea, and he thinks my machine isn’t the correct one, which is screwing with my sleep. I can’t stress enough how important it is to have the correct machine. I cannot exhale with it on. And now, I have issues with breathing through my nose due to year round allergies from hell. So, I need a full face mask, and a machine that has auto titration.

But that’s not why I’m being referred to a neurologist. I guess there are several specialists who treat spleep apnea.  I used to see a pulmonary specialist.  But now, it’s time to see a neurologist.  The cardiologist didn’t like my description of my nightly dreams.  UGH!  Just leave me alone.  I’m sick of all the ‘ologists’.  My regular doctor and cardiologist are quite enough, thank you very much.

AND, I’M BROKE – IN THE RED.  …no thanks to Obama care and the insane shit it allows the medical industry to get away with.  But I’m not here to get political.

On with last night’s dreams.  Which is what I set out to do in the first place, until my husband started his routine I have a medical anomaly for a wife spiel.  …. I wonder why I’m depressed…

Last night’s dream recall is pretty borken (damn you, Bloggess! I actually typed that by accident).

The first part I remember is wandering some random streets in downtown Niagara Falls, New York.  I was on Pine Ave., but it didn’t look like Pine Ave.  HOWEVER, Pine Ave. always looks the same in my dreams – filled with cool shops for the tourists.  I passed a nice book store (there’s an adult bookstore on 19th street, just off Pine Ave FOR REAL).  Then there was a women’s clothing store.  They didn’t have anything nice that fit me, so I left.

Next was a pizzeria.  It was closed.  Of course!  Because I was hungry, dammit!  So, I headed to the tattoo place.  And of course I didn’t have enough money for the tattoo I want, so I tried bargaining with a female artist, and she threw me out.  Crap.

Then I was suddenly back in college, getting yelled at for skipping classes – something I did a lot of in my last semester, because hell, I was graduating with a 3.4 average anyways, so I could get away with it!  I think I have that dream frequently because it’s my guilty conscience working on me.

I swear some of the things I dream are my sins coming back to haunt me.

The next dreams I had happened when I went back to sleep after my son got on the bus. I TOLD you I do that! It’s cold AF outside. Do you honestly think I’m going to just bounce around my house at 7 o’clock in the morning, doing housework?

Anyways, I think I’m suffering from screen overload. Or maybe over-stimulation, period.

I was at some variety show that was being televised. There were a bunch of YouTubers there, including some of my favorites. And of course, I got challenged to a 7 second sake challenge. I’m thinking this dream happened because I had sake the other day, and I managed to hold on for about 4 seconds. Our chef took delight in watching the rest dribble into my cleavage. Bastard…

In the end, I won the damn challenge in my dream, and I got to sit with these two squishy dorks for the rest of the show.

…only to be recorded by them for their next video… YES, I was doing stupid things for the rest of my dream – all for that damn 7 second challenge.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need some nutrition, caffeine, and a lobotomy.