Actually, this is pretty much like the crap I was posting on here last year. I would say last post was something completely different and I felt super squicky after I realized I actually posted it.
Boo Past Self! Boo!
Anyway, I was standing around doing nothing at work as usual- trying desperately not to fall asleep after a random bout of insomnia that caused me to get about three hours of sleep (it was closer to three and a half, but who's counting that extra half hour? Certainly not my REM cycles!)- when I began thinking about Disney.
Disney is a beautiful, horrible, thing.
I grew up on Disney movies, my friends grew up on Disney movies, and any children that I'm involved in the upbringing up will damn well grow up on Disney movies.
The primary difference between my generation and the next will be this: media.
When I was a kid, I had to learn how to fast forward through crappy previews (okay, I used to watch them!) and remember to rewind or be pissed at myself the next time I wanted to watch that same movie.
That being said, my Disney collection- and that of many of my friends- is beginning to deteriorate.
Years of loving these movies has caused the tapes to become worn and sad, colors muted and sound just a teensy bit off. One of my roommates VHS cases is literally falling apart, damn plastic covering.
This realization was horrible- what if the next time I put in Tarzan was the time the VCR decided it was snack time?!
Thus, I have been slowly upgrading my Disney collection to DVD. But, honestly, it makes me feel kinda dirty- like I'm betraying the person I was and my entire childhood.
I don't have many, but I have Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King, which are really all about anyone needs. But I'm thinking I kind of need Mulan and Tarzan.
I dunno...just a thought.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
When crappy metaphors become your life
Sometimes I feel like we're two pages in a book- one an odd page and the other even. There are times when we're back to back- can hardly comprehend that the other page is just there on the other side contributing to the story. Other times we're face to face, understanding perfectly where one is coming from and the other is going.
I guess both situations are necessary for a book to work, there'd be no real story otherwise. I suppose it's also important that there be times that pages just need to be turned, otherwise there'd be no sense of anticipation and it wouldn't be a very good book at all.
I guess both situations are necessary for a book to work, there'd be no real story otherwise. I suppose it's also important that there be times that pages just need to be turned, otherwise there'd be no sense of anticipation and it wouldn't be a very good book at all.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Brainwaves- A Study on Friendship
Have you ever had one of those moments where you and a friend or family member of yours have said the exact same thing at the same time? I've had several of these myself, and they have influenced my thinking on how humans make friends.
See, you know about brainwaves, they're just a natural rhythm that is formed by the electric current running around in your head.
I like to think of them as radio frequencies.
I imagine that relatives are simply born within a close range of frequencies, like a mother is set at 97.4FM and her child is like a 97.6FM- close but not quite the same. Depending on the location, one frequency can get a blip of another nearby "station."
This is how we make friends. Statistically, someone is bound to have the same/a very similar frequency as you- regardless of how complete unrelated you might be. Someone who broadcasts on the same frequency has similar thought processes and interests because everything pings at the same speed.
And that's why I think we're all basically just radios picking up on other radio stations.
See, you know about brainwaves, they're just a natural rhythm that is formed by the electric current running around in your head.
I like to think of them as radio frequencies.
I imagine that relatives are simply born within a close range of frequencies, like a mother is set at 97.4FM and her child is like a 97.6FM- close but not quite the same. Depending on the location, one frequency can get a blip of another nearby "station."
This is how we make friends. Statistically, someone is bound to have the same/a very similar frequency as you- regardless of how complete unrelated you might be. Someone who broadcasts on the same frequency has similar thought processes and interests because everything pings at the same speed.
And that's why I think we're all basically just radios picking up on other radio stations.
Friday, January 27, 2012
"Roughing It"
So, when I was younger my brother played hockey. This was kind of a big deal where I come from- like 80% of males play hockey until high school (okay, I made that number up but it's probably fairly accurate).
Anyway, once they hit traveling hockey age (like...9) it gets to be a huge commitment. There are only a few weekends out of three and a half months where you won't be on the road at least partially.
Not having any family immediately by, and being a good big sister, I was along for most of these trips. (I got perfect attendance a lot before this- then I just started laughing at the concept of a full week of school.)
My brother and I are about three and a half years apart in age, the only thing we really had in common was a mutual love of our parents and cousins.
Until traveling hockey.
He was now old enough to share my love of Pokemon and DragonBall Z; we would sometimes swap games for our Gameboy.
Then we got the most amazing thing ever- A PS2.
No, it doesn't sound good anymore what with modern gaming consoles- BUT IT WAS GLORIOUS THEN! Because it not only played DBZ Budokai or Backyard Baseball (which I was pretty terrible at), but it played DVDs.
My parents got a little converter that plugged into the cigarette lighter and could generate enough power from that to power a little television we had placed between the driver and front passenger's seats AND the PS2.
(As a side-story, I sort of resent that television- it ended up eating my Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring VHS.)
It was amazing. Five hour drive to frickin' Virginia, MN? NO PROBLEM!!! We would just plug in some headphones and watch a movie or try and destroy each other with some Super Saiyan skillz.
Of course we also tried to do our homework >_> (Mostly we slept...that's probably why neither of us graduated with honors.)
Sometimes I wonder what kids did before this kind of technology existed...I imagine some of them ended up throwing their siblings out of the car door (obviously child safety locks didn't exist).
Anyway, once they hit traveling hockey age (like...9) it gets to be a huge commitment. There are only a few weekends out of three and a half months where you won't be on the road at least partially.
Not having any family immediately by, and being a good big sister, I was along for most of these trips. (I got perfect attendance a lot before this- then I just started laughing at the concept of a full week of school.)
My brother and I are about three and a half years apart in age, the only thing we really had in common was a mutual love of our parents and cousins.
Until traveling hockey.
He was now old enough to share my love of Pokemon and DragonBall Z; we would sometimes swap games for our Gameboy.
Then we got the most amazing thing ever- A PS2.
No, it doesn't sound good anymore what with modern gaming consoles- BUT IT WAS GLORIOUS THEN! Because it not only played DBZ Budokai or Backyard Baseball (which I was pretty terrible at), but it played DVDs.
My parents got a little converter that plugged into the cigarette lighter and could generate enough power from that to power a little television we had placed between the driver and front passenger's seats AND the PS2.
(As a side-story, I sort of resent that television- it ended up eating my Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring VHS.)
It was amazing. Five hour drive to frickin' Virginia, MN? NO PROBLEM!!! We would just plug in some headphones and watch a movie or try and destroy each other with some Super Saiyan skillz.
Of course we also tried to do our homework >_> (Mostly we slept...that's probably why neither of us graduated with honors.)
Sometimes I wonder what kids did before this kind of technology existed...I imagine some of them ended up throwing their siblings out of the car door (obviously child safety locks didn't exist).
Friday, November 4, 2011
AS IF I NEEDED MORE REASONS TO WANT TO CRY!!!!
So, Supernatural is definitely the most heartbreaking piece of crap show ever. (By this I mean that I love it and I hate its ability to break my heart and it's wonderfulness and goddamn attractive and endearing cast/character list.)
The most recent episode, "The Mentalist," literally made me curl around a pillow in a fetal position with every intent to cry epic tears of ugly crying.
Seriously. Two frickin' lines. That's all it took.
WHY DO THEY KEEP TEASING US ABOUT ELLEN?! HAVEN'T WE THE FANS, let alone Sam and Dean, SUFFERED HER LOSS ENOUGH?
How dare they have her mom-ing from the grave! It's painful to think that even in death she's watching out for the boys and trying to help Dean because she can tell he's in a butt-ton of pain.
**Side note: My roommates and I watched this episode in my parents' basement while my mom was home. I mentioned that my mom might watch with us if she was bored enough and my roommate was concerned considering how often we squeal and generally make grabby hands at the TV during these episodes.
I told my roommate not to worry about it- I think my mom will understand that if there's anything even hinting at gay or Cas or gay and Cas we're dead to the world.
End side note***
Anyway! So I love that they're bringing back that whole "let's all mistake Sam and Dean for a gay couple" thing. They even threw in some Campbells that were "brothers" as a cover up- LOL!
But, long story short, we're all missing Cas. A lot. Especially Dean.
GAH! MORE CAPSLOCK IS NECESSARY FOR THIS!
EVER SINCE CAS BETRAYED HIM, DEAN HAS HAD A HARD TIME TRUSTING PEOPLE.
(In the interest of full disclosure- this had me in a fetal position so fast it's almost embarrassing.) Dean misses his angel and felt so betrayed that he can't even really trust is own brother T_T
I WEEP!
I'm convinced that Cas is coming back as a human. Nothing short of it happening differently will convince me otherwise.
(Also- the horrible part of me is glad this Amy bullshit is done. Seriously. I was tired of it the second episode they mentioned it.)
The most recent episode, "The Mentalist," literally made me curl around a pillow in a fetal position with every intent to cry epic tears of ugly crying.
Seriously. Two frickin' lines. That's all it took.
WHY DO THEY KEEP TEASING US ABOUT ELLEN?! HAVEN'T WE THE FANS, let alone Sam and Dean, SUFFERED HER LOSS ENOUGH?
How dare they have her mom-ing from the grave! It's painful to think that even in death she's watching out for the boys and trying to help Dean because she can tell he's in a butt-ton of pain.
**Side note: My roommates and I watched this episode in my parents' basement while my mom was home. I mentioned that my mom might watch with us if she was bored enough and my roommate was concerned considering how often we squeal and generally make grabby hands at the TV during these episodes.
I told my roommate not to worry about it- I think my mom will understand that if there's anything even hinting at gay or Cas or gay and Cas we're dead to the world.
End side note***
Anyway! So I love that they're bringing back that whole "let's all mistake Sam and Dean for a gay couple" thing. They even threw in some Campbells that were "brothers" as a cover up- LOL!
But, long story short, we're all missing Cas. A lot. Especially Dean.
GAH! MORE CAPSLOCK IS NECESSARY FOR THIS!
EVER SINCE CAS BETRAYED HIM, DEAN HAS HAD A HARD TIME TRUSTING PEOPLE.
(In the interest of full disclosure- this had me in a fetal position so fast it's almost embarrassing.) Dean misses his angel and felt so betrayed that he can't even really trust is own brother T_T
I WEEP!
I'm convinced that Cas is coming back as a human. Nothing short of it happening differently will convince me otherwise.
(Also- the horrible part of me is glad this Amy bullshit is done. Seriously. I was tired of it the second episode they mentioned it.)
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
NaNo!!!
For those of you who don't recognize this term outside of it meaning tiny, NaNoWriMo means National Novel Writing Month- which November is.
The purpose of this is to encourage writers to write 50,000 words in one month (about 1,666 words a day)- this is about the equivalent of a 200-page book. It's supposed to be a finished story- but I don't think anyone is too disappointed if they reach the goal but aren't finished.
Anyway, I've always been interested in doing this. But I have a terrible habit of not being able to write anything of decent length (to date, my longest story was a little over 6,000 words).
But now- novel idea in hand, a job I don't particularly care for, and epic amounts of computer time available, I will begin this challenge!!!
So sit back and enjoy the ride as I will undoubtedly be coming on here to whine about how I have writer's block or how my story sucks!
Hopefully you'll get daily updates on whether or not I'm succeeding!
The purpose of this is to encourage writers to write 50,000 words in one month (about 1,666 words a day)- this is about the equivalent of a 200-page book. It's supposed to be a finished story- but I don't think anyone is too disappointed if they reach the goal but aren't finished.
Anyway, I've always been interested in doing this. But I have a terrible habit of not being able to write anything of decent length (to date, my longest story was a little over 6,000 words).
But now- novel idea in hand, a job I don't particularly care for, and epic amounts of computer time available, I will begin this challenge!!!
So sit back and enjoy the ride as I will undoubtedly be coming on here to whine about how I have writer's block or how my story sucks!
Hopefully you'll get daily updates on whether or not I'm succeeding!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I miss sunlight...
So, I still work a night job at a hotel. Let me tell you- living in the northern hemisphere and working at night really cuts down on the amount of sunlight I get to see every day.
I go to work after the sun sets, leave work before the sun has risen, and wake up when the sun is setting.
Do you have any idea how depressing a thought that is? I'm practically a vampire! Except minus the drinking blood thing because I personally find that really nasty and distasteful. (Probably because I'm a woman and thus am forced to deal with bleeding I would give almost anything, short of getting preggers, to end.)
Anyway...I really wish I had something exciting to tell the internet, but I really don't.
Still trying to write a book...I have an idea of a plot and some really epically awesome scenes- it's the filling the space in between that gets me.
Why can't I ever have a useful imagination? You know, one that will actually give me a complete story rather than "OH GOD THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!! AND THIS CAN HAPPEN TOO! AND THIS!!!"
But no, I get stuck with the ADD crackfest that is my brain. I seriously can't do anything without it trying to make me go crazy via awkward observation or plotbunny.(For those of you who aren't down with "fan speak" plotbunny is when there's enough of a hole in a plot for you to run wild with the "what if" scenarios. Or it's just plain hinted at. Whichever.)
Umm....I have been a terrible person and avoided writing this fanfic for about two months now. I feel awful because it was for someone's birthday. But I wrote it three different ways and I wasn't happy with any of them so I figured I would just keep going until I was satisfied and just beg forgiveness when I finally get around to posting it.
I feel incredibly dumb without school. My job doesn't require much thought or education and I like to learn things and I feel like the universe is shrinking around me because I spend all my time working or sleeping. I hate it. No amount of feeling burnt out is worth this disgusting gnawing in my gut that basically tells me my life is over and I wasted four years on an education I'll be paying for for the next ten years and isn't good for anything except saying that I have a BA.
Also- I have no social life. I barely see my roommates for more than a couple hours at a time; and rarely together. Sundays we get together with a few friends and do some home cooking and generally enjoy life...but then I head off to work while they all hang out and watch The Walking Dead.
Okay. That's enough of me being all teenage-level angst and depression for you guys!
I go to work after the sun sets, leave work before the sun has risen, and wake up when the sun is setting.
Do you have any idea how depressing a thought that is? I'm practically a vampire! Except minus the drinking blood thing because I personally find that really nasty and distasteful. (Probably because I'm a woman and thus am forced to deal with bleeding I would give almost anything, short of getting preggers, to end.)
Anyway...I really wish I had something exciting to tell the internet, but I really don't.
Still trying to write a book...I have an idea of a plot and some really epically awesome scenes- it's the filling the space in between that gets me.
Why can't I ever have a useful imagination? You know, one that will actually give me a complete story rather than "OH GOD THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!! AND THIS CAN HAPPEN TOO! AND THIS!!!"
But no, I get stuck with the ADD crackfest that is my brain. I seriously can't do anything without it trying to make me go crazy via awkward observation or plotbunny.(For those of you who aren't down with "fan speak" plotbunny is when there's enough of a hole in a plot for you to run wild with the "what if" scenarios. Or it's just plain hinted at. Whichever.)
Umm....I have been a terrible person and avoided writing this fanfic for about two months now. I feel awful because it was for someone's birthday. But I wrote it three different ways and I wasn't happy with any of them so I figured I would just keep going until I was satisfied and just beg forgiveness when I finally get around to posting it.
I feel incredibly dumb without school. My job doesn't require much thought or education and I like to learn things and I feel like the universe is shrinking around me because I spend all my time working or sleeping. I hate it. No amount of feeling burnt out is worth this disgusting gnawing in my gut that basically tells me my life is over and I wasted four years on an education I'll be paying for for the next ten years and isn't good for anything except saying that I have a BA.
Also- I have no social life. I barely see my roommates for more than a couple hours at a time; and rarely together. Sundays we get together with a few friends and do some home cooking and generally enjoy life...but then I head off to work while they all hang out and watch The Walking Dead.
Okay. That's enough of me being all teenage-level angst and depression for you guys!
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