Ok. I’m a shit blogger. Whatever, I think we’re both cool with it.
This is why I’m here: I’m trying to make a movie. Maybe not a movie, more like… a short? A video? Many videos?
All of the above. I’m not sure what my plan is, but I’m just in the mood to make things. So that’s what I’m going to do.
Right now I’m “teaching” myself about film. This mostly consists of watching random Youtube videos and checking off boxes on my ever-growing list of ‘classics’. Wanna learn with me?
I thought you might.
Today is: CryBaby
(I don’t know how to structure these posts but see previous ‘whatever’ and remember this blog is obviously being run by a preteen girl in the mid-90s. I am totally going to write about this in my Lisa Frank notebook with my gel pens, that is going to be all that and a bag of chips.”
I’ve got several AWESOME picture posts from my Virginia trip coming up, but this week has been much too life-busy to worry about picture editing. I’ve also got a nice roundup of July Favorites, which I am sure will be WONDERFUL.
See, if you stay positive anything can sound like good news.
Stay tuned for the first of those posts this weekend. Until then, enjoy this song, it’s too beautiful. (I also love all of the remixes. Oh Spotify, how did I ever live without you?
Right now I’m packing for my weekend trip to Virginia, (packing, tumblr, who can tell the difference, really…) but I wanted to post a quick #fridayreads. I’m not sure if this is a blog thing, but a lot of the Youtubers I watch do #fridayreads where they quickly mention the books they’re going to be winding down the week with.
Because when you like reading enough to blog about it, chances are you’re not doing anything else with your friday.
I’ll be driving the six hours to Virginia by myself, so audiobooks it is! Kindle Unlimited has kindly provided me (well, and everyone else with an Amazon account and a debit card) with Whispersync’d books to listen to on the road, and I have an Audible account that I haven’t decided whether or not to cancel…
The drive to Virginia is all winding roads and empty highways and lots and lots cannibal-worthy hiding places. (You can’t be too careful around people who live that far away from society, ok. I’ve seen Deliverance. I know what’s up.)
Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. I was under the uneducated impression that this book was a teen horror, but having listened to about 30% of it I have learned that is a teen romance, with very little suspense and oodles of mixed metaphors. Lovely. I’m still determined to finish it so I can review it, but I don’t expect it to be pleasant.
I’ve also downloaded like 8 other Whispersync’d Kindle Unlimited books… so if I get bored it’s my own fault.
Off to actually pack, perhaps will see you on Sunday?
p.s. Hopefully I’ll have some time for a blog redesign (or… just ‘design’ I guess) this weekend. I wanted to get into the swing of blogging, even though I haven’t had much time to commit to the whole branding experience that is modern blogging. IT’S CALLED ‘TAKING INITIATIVE’ NOT ‘BEING UNPREPARED’ OK?
One of the things about blogging regularly (which, if you didn’t know, is what I call blogging two days in a row) is that it gives a chance to reflect on little things, not just massive “blogable” life events. While looking for something to fill Tuesday with, I found some posts called Taking Stock here, originally from here.
I like the listing method of blogging. It’s calming, because sometimes the tiny things in your day are something you want to remember! (And sometimes they are something you want to forget. Anecdote: my daily journal app that I use on my phone has one entry from several months ago that just says “I will never look at stroganoff again.” I love stroganoff, and have no memories of this entry. Some things are best left to mystery.)
Well, the memory thing, and: Taking Stock Tuesday sounds way better than I Don’t Know What the Fuck to Blog Tuesday. Word choice is everything, guys.
Making: lots and lots of future plans. More on that soon.
Cooking: not enough. I need to learn a few simple recipes I can make without much time and effort, because I do not enjoy being in the kitchen.
Drinking: vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. (I might be starting a cocktail recipes-type segment on this blog, so keep your eyes peeled like grapes, honeychildren.)
Reading:Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham. I’m about halfway through it and it is as creepy as it is awesome. My review will have most certainly have a 28 Days Later reference, so you should stay tuned.
Wanting: a haircut. I’ve been looking more and more like a wayward ginger hobo lately. #getittogether
Playing: lots of board games. Since Walker moved up here last month I’ve been board gaming it up family style. (This is now a phrase.) Recent favorites: Quelf and Cranium.
Wasting: time. As usual. Sewing: my Dragoncon costume. Well, I bought the fabric for it anyways…
Wishing: It were truly fall, instead of this cold rainy hot summer trick Atlanta is trying to pull.
Marveling: at the new Lady Thor. “This is not She-Thor. This is not Lady Thor. This is not Thorita. This is THOR.” – @jasonaaron (get it Marvelling? I crack myself up.)
Needing: to start on the countless projects I have brewing for this blog, Youtube, and beyond.
Smelling: candles in summer scents. But this weather has me craving some toasty fall scents.
Wearing: lots of clothes I’m tired of. I feel a shopping trip coming on…
Following: one of my favorite booktubers Jean and her upcoming Classics in August readalong. (Hopefully I’ll keep up with the readalong, even though the first book is The Odyssey, which I’ve been force-read at least 9 times. The second book is Ovid’s Metamorphosis, so for those of you who are interested: GET ON IT!)
Thinking: of ways to make money doing what I love.
Feeling: like I just have to keep working at things and maybe they’ll eventually get better. These may become a weekly thing, I guess it depends on how much stock I decide to take. This blogging thing is all about decisions.
On Saturday I took Ned on our usual silent afternoon walk around my neighborhood. I say silent walk, because that is the way I prefer them.
My neighborhood consists of one apartment complex with dozens of buildings, spread around grass inlets and faux-soccer fields, filled in swimming pools, and randomly-placed rock formations that resemble Pride Rock en miniature.
It was just after a storm, and the ground was puddles and muck. The water swallowed half of Ned Nickerson the Cocker Spaniel/Mystery Solver each time he stepped off of a sidewalk, but this did not manage to dissuade him from stepping off the sidewalk every other step, so that he performed a sort of ‘skip to my lou’ of furry splashing.
After the rain is my favorite because it is very, very quiet. I’ll tell you a secret: I really don’t get out much.
Try to contain your surprise.
The thing is, I like being “out.” Being in nature is really calming, and I love walking through it alone. But… the possibility of running into someone else on that walk– of possibly having to discuss the parking tendencies of drunk neighbors, or the bald patches where said neighbor’s tires wheeled away the grass; the possibility of having to interrupt my thoughts of stories and aliens and vanishing islands and do small talk like small talkers love to do; the possibility of– god forbid– someone actually thinking my awkward grin and head bob are genuine signs of enthusiasm rather than a desperate attempt at a conversation I long to end and therefore extending it to Joyce-like lengths a I silently agonize over which words sound least argumentative…
Well. Anyways. I stay inside a lot.
But when I am on walks, my favorite thing is to catch small details in the place I see every day. Walking Ned is a time when I am out in the world and nobody bothers me. I don’t mean to make it seem like I don’t like people, I just like to be prepared for them. On walks, Ned barks whenever we are nearing 20-50 feet away from anything that could possibly need preparation.
He’s considerate like that. His barking usually means nobody comes past that 20 feet mark, which gives me a bubble of quiet in which to think without interruption.
Every introvert should get a badly-behaved dog.
On my Saturday walk I saw this mouse on my way back to my door. It was lying on my neighbor’s back porch, its bones exposed from the rot and rain. I thought it was fake, at first, it is so perfectly laid out, like a model someone had ordered off Discovery and then quickly lost interest in. (Perhaps it would be creepier if my neighbor’s had a fake skinned mouse than a real one…) It captured my attention and for some reason I found it hard to look away. The bone structure was just so visible, the muscle so useless, the fur and whiskers and eyes and nose so… negligible. I had the thought that this creature had, at some point in the last few days ceased to be a mouse and had something much less defined, more the idea of a mouse, or perhaps, the memory of one. The physical vestiges of a mouse gone by. I’m not sure why this struck me as so fascinating, or whether the idea itself was worth writing down, but the naturalness of it prompted me to take a picture. Perhaps it’s the old “Circle of Life” concept that reminded me that I, too would become little but bones and air. Perhaps someone will take a picture of me and blog about it.
I’m a cheery one, that’s for sure.
At first I thought maybe I shouldn’t put this picture on here, possibly because people may think I’m a serial killer, or it wouldn’t go with the overall theme… But I figure it’s my blog, it’s my rules.
And obviously my rules include dead things. And, you know, science. I don’t want to shy away from things I think are interesting, even if they veer from interesting to uhhhhhhmmmmm what now?
We shall see how this goes.
This post has little point, other than: I’m back to blogging. And I’ve got big plans ahead.
Don’t worry, of course they include dead mice and Star Trek.