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  • Inspiration

    Google Played Me

    You lovely and smart readers know about the Google Voice Search app and all its cousins, yeah? You know its functions and for the lazy “few” of us, you see how awesome it is. I was thinking it was awesome until it gave me shade (subtle or not-so-subtle dissing- look up examples for further edification) the largest, widest oak trees could not provide.

    I was clearly feeling myself when I decided to try and search my name (which I hardly ever do because not much comes up. Welp!) and Voice Search was of the notion that I needed to be brought down a notch. So it brought me down 4 whole notches πŸ™ (Please see below).

    For those who may not know, as they have decided to not “like” my page or read my “About” page, my name is Nastassian Brandon. I very clearly said these two words to Voice Search and it apparently heard….

    Ok, so maybe I said my name too fast this time. Lemme try again.

    “Nice sen Rand on”? Ok, so maybe I said my name too fast this time. Lemme try again.

    Take 2

    "math test CNN Ryan Dunn?" Google, yaa mad?  Did your ears have a seizure?

    “math test CNN Ryan Dunn?” Google, yaa mad? Did your ears have a seizure?

    Take 3

    "mad text stacey-ann brand on". Oh, well, at least my surname is there kinda and there is an actual first name present. We're getting warmer.

    “mad text stacey-ann brand on”. Oh, well, at least my surname is there kinda and there is an actual first name present. We’re getting warmer.


    Take 4

    "nasty sexy and" GOOGLE VOICE! You don't know me like that. I'm not that kind of girl! I mean, I am sexy but...geez!

    “nasty sexy and” GOOGLE VOICE! You don’t know me like that. I’m not that kind of girl! I mean, I am sexy but…geez! And those results that popped up…. naa, Google, you playing. I’m done.Β 

    I decided to call it a night after this one. Google was clearly trying to let me know that I am not a factor and I need to reevaluate my life. Which I will now proceed to do.

    Until next post!

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  • Nastute Commentary / Random Act of Nasness

    Why women deserve the world. A period story (but not gross)

    Recently, on a night when I was feeling like hell physically and I was in the process of attempting to rectify that by making myself some sustenance- which had to be preceded by a warm beverage for my stomach which was mad at me through (almost) no fault of my own, I happened to browse the fridge for tools to aid in my quest. This is when I saw the most glorious sight I had seen in a while (see picture below).

    This is jello. Believe me.
    The camera did not capture how enticing it was. Believe me.

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  • Health and Fitness / Inspiration

    For the love of cheese. When sinuses attack (Part 2)

    The last thing I want to do right now is write. Which tells me two things:

    1. This is how I know I need to write
    2. I am really sick


    I have spent most of the day in bed. Sinus medication waits for no man or woman. I have slept away valuable hours and I am unsure of what I did while I was awake. I do know I ate and for that, my body is grateful. I thought about two posts to write and I will write them this week. I just didn’t want to seem insincere to try and write about something funny or cheerful when I feel so crappy. I am pretty sure it would show in my writing unless I forced myself to a happy place and, honestly, that’s more energy than I am willing to spare just now.

    And I know I’ll feel better if I push through and get to a happy place and I’ll likely Β wish I got there sooner but sometimes one just needs to recharge and…be. That’s exactly what I want to do now- to just be.

    I’m not feeling sad per se, just maybe a little blue. I feel like being in my shell for a bit while my body heals. And I take comfort in knowing that it can and will do so on its own (ie, without the help of anyone but me). This is not to say I don’t appreciate and will refrain from seeking the help of others when I get sick in the future, not at all. I just find it necessary to do this on my own right now. A couple of hours ago, I didn’t feel this way. I was sort of bummed that a certain someone or certain someones didn’t check on me. Boo hoo, right? But now, I’m actually feeling like I’m glad I can be as gross (in appearance, not in actions) and weak in my sickness as I want and not feel like I am inconveniencing anyone or worrying about how to show my gratitude (which is something that usually causes me so much anxiety, I think it helped delay my getting better most times).

    There is strength in knowing you can heal yourself.

    That’s the lesson I’m taking away from this.

    I smiled as I typed that just now. Ugh! My mood is improving. That was not my intention. I was to sulk a little and explain why I’m not writing a fabulous post for you Nasmaniacs.

    Oh, well. Writing takes me to unexpected destinations all the time so I won’t act surprised. I’m gonna go back to watching 40 days and 40 Nights now and continue to have my Nastalgia fix πŸ™‚

    P.S. I am not here for all the chocolate sweets that are in my house while my sinuses wreak havoc on me! Pray for my “skrenf”, y’all

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  • Fashion Fo' Pause / Inspiration

    Flexibility: an impromptu teacher. And smartphones getting smart.

    Let me state that technology is not always your friend and your smartphone is sometimes too smart and emotional for its own good. *has flashback to Disney’s Smart House* Suffice it to say that I typed this post last night and sent it to publish from 9:27 pm and then (likely due to the way I spoke about it in the post and also because 4G ate the battery life like the Cookie Monster devours cookies), my phone spazzed out and would not publish, and I didn’t realize until I got home and it was way past midnight at this point. Anyway, I will now hit publish and you folks can tell me if you feel my phone was being too sensitive by not actually publishing. πŸ™‚


    I type this as I stand on a sidewalk waiting for a friend to come meet me who should have been here more than 30 minutes ago. Continue Reading

  • Inspiration

    Remembering Your Worth

    I had a hard time picking a topic to blog about tonight. I just wasn’t feeling anything- any new topic, anything incomplete, anything completed. I was just feeling bleh.

    And then I saw a post on IG from one of my favourite poets, Alexandra Elle, and I felt happy. It put a smile in my heart and soothed my soul. So I’m going to share it with you and hope it does the same. It’s very short and I’m going to just add the picture of the post with the words.

    I feel like it connects with me because of a previous post “No Love For Loud Women” . The fact that me and my friend were talking about me never dulling my light for a relationship again or I’d have to deal with her being angry with me, probably primed my mind for this feeling.

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    I just hope I remember these words always and never slip again. I’d put it on a Post-it but I don’t really look at my Post-its after I write on them and put them up.

    Love and light πŸ™‚

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