Jesse: Hope you do well, oh luscious one.
Me: Hee!
Jesse: *How goes your day?
Me: Work is all school groups today, but not bad. Except kids don't tip.
Jesse: *Curses, no tips! But at least you're taller than them?
Me: About half the time!
Jesse: *Well, that evens your odds if you have to take them out.
Me: I know! And then I can kick them out!
Jesse: *I think perhaps you need a weapon, like a bat.
Me: A big bat! With lazers!
Jesse: And LEDs! And a plasma torch!
Me: And a flamethrower, and pretty ribbon streamers!
Jesse: Well, with all that, we had better get a robot to wield it.
Me: And a dinosaur to carry him!
Jesse: And a jet pack!
Me: In a spaceship!
Jesse: A spaceship with a mothership!
Me: A spaceship with a mothership and a squadron of fighters!
Jesse: A whole fleet of supercarriers!
Me: And a deathstar!
Jesse: And a Narn planet-killer!
Me: And a star-eater!
Jesse: You know, I'm thinking that all of this won't fit in your shop.
Me: Well, we need to reorganize the place anyway...
Jesse:Reorganize it with lazers!
Me: And a flamethrower!
Jesse: Heh, would that do it?
Me: If it doesn't, it's not much of a flamethrower.
*Reconstructed from my foggy memory because I was a doof and cleared my texts before copying half of these.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
tv time with sami: castle, "murder of the fourth kind"
(or something)
I would just like to state that I loved this ep, and mostly for things that had little to do with the story itself: 1) it was self-awarely acting like an episode of X-Files, 2) there was that cute moment when they woke up in the car and then after, when they were insisting that it wasn't hickies and the boys didn't believe, 3) They used the term 'Cigarette Smoking Man', and best of all, 4) Castle speaks Cantonese because of 'a show I used to love' which, with Nathan Fillion speaking it, can only be Firefly!
Sometimes, this is my favorite show ever.
I would just like to state that I loved this ep, and mostly for things that had little to do with the story itself: 1) it was self-awarely acting like an episode of X-Files, 2) there was that cute moment when they woke up in the car and then after, when they were insisting that it wasn't hickies and the boys didn't believe, 3) They used the term 'Cigarette Smoking Man', and best of all, 4) Castle speaks Cantonese because of 'a show I used to love' which, with Nathan Fillion speaking it, can only be Firefly!
Sometimes, this is my favorite show ever.
Friday, November 12, 2010
lifestreaming
I want so badly to be able to plug all my rss into one place and have a nice, pretty, easy-to-view lifestream. My whole freaking life is online. I want to be able to link to it all in one place.
I currently have an account at Profilactic, which has a horrible name, and it's functional enough, but it doesn't look all that great-- it's just a list of things, no pictures, no icons, and it doesn't load some of my feeds all that well (or a few of them at all). MemoLane looks gorgeous but isn't available yet.
So I ask you, Interwebs: where should I go that has what I want (details to follow), that's free or very very nearly so, that doesn't require a lot of HTML or other coding, and that is reliable?
Here's what I'm looking for:
- Pretty to look at, with pictures displayed as well as titles-- or at least an icon of some sort indicating what sort of media it is or where it comes from (like Soup.io, but better)
- Reliable-- updates quickly and consistently, from all the feeds I put in, all the time.
- Easy to navigate
- Not a lot of coding work
- Not limited to the top ten social media sites or anything like that-- the more sites the better
Bonus points for:
- Auto-filtering of duplicate posts
- Extreme flexibility to add new feeds
- A really good interface or design
I currently have an account at Profilactic, which has a horrible name, and it's functional enough, but it doesn't look all that great-- it's just a list of things, no pictures, no icons, and it doesn't load some of my feeds all that well (or a few of them at all). MemoLane looks gorgeous but isn't available yet.
So I ask you, Interwebs: where should I go that has what I want (details to follow), that's free or very very nearly so, that doesn't require a lot of HTML or other coding, and that is reliable?
Here's what I'm looking for:
- Pretty to look at, with pictures displayed as well as titles-- or at least an icon of some sort indicating what sort of media it is or where it comes from (like Soup.io, but better)
- Reliable-- updates quickly and consistently, from all the feeds I put in, all the time.
- Easy to navigate
- Not a lot of coding work
- Not limited to the top ten social media sites or anything like that-- the more sites the better
Bonus points for:
- Auto-filtering of duplicate posts
- Extreme flexibility to add new feeds
- A really good interface or design
more ideas for an ideal life
My ideal life will include:
- A cast iron tea set, a yixing red clay tea set, and the ability to afford each without having to scrimp and save forever.
- The feeling of time, even if I'm really very busy: Time to spend an hour making and drinking tea on the front porch, time to plant my spring garden and tend it through the rough months until summer can take care of itself, time to grow roses, time to visit friends and go on vacations and attend local events and eat at food festivals.
I'm feeling like I need to make changes.
- A cast iron tea set, a yixing red clay tea set, and the ability to afford each without having to scrimp and save forever.
- The feeling of time, even if I'm really very busy: Time to spend an hour making and drinking tea on the front porch, time to plant my spring garden and tend it through the rough months until summer can take care of itself, time to grow roses, time to visit friends and go on vacations and attend local events and eat at food festivals.
I'm feeling like I need to make changes.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
wookie!
I don't know what kind of dog this is, but I MUST own at least one. Preferably more. And they will all be named obscure Wookie names (because most of them are probably named Chewbacca). And instead of collars, I'll train them all to wear shoulder sashes and belts.
but where would they make their home?
Picture from here, c/o Geninne: http://blogdelanine.blogspot.com/2010/11/fish-bird.html
I adore the idea of a fish and a bird being in love. One of my stories that's been backburnered but still floats to the surface (how's that for a mixed metaphor) is about just exactly how and where they'd build their house. I think it's linked to my annoyance at fairytale endings where the monster has to become a prince and then they can live happily ever after. I mean, why? They fell in love the way they were. Why can't they stay in love the way they are? I'm determined to show that it's possible. Probably over and over again throughout my career. In the meantime, I'll love pretty art like this that shows that they really can be in love and that it's just fine if they are.
::love::
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
link: a world of tweets
http://aworldoftweets.frogdesign.com/
This is kind of beautiful-- a dot for every tweet. As of the time of this writing, the hot spots were NY, London, Paris and Indonesia, and I saw someone tweet from the Azores and the middle of Siberia. It's so great! It's like looking at the world from space, only all you see is people connected to the internet.
I wish there was a way to embed it in realtime so everyone can see it...
California, Japan and Brazil have come onto the scene. And someone just tweeted from Africa! I'm sucky at identifying African countries (all the maps have changed since Geography), but it looked like Cameroon-ish. No, I was wrong-- Nigeria. Man, I need to learn me some maps.
This is kind of beautiful-- a dot for every tweet. As of the time of this writing, the hot spots were NY, London, Paris and Indonesia, and I saw someone tweet from the Azores and the middle of Siberia. It's so great! It's like looking at the world from space, only all you see is people connected to the internet.
I wish there was a way to embed it in realtime so everyone can see it...
California, Japan and Brazil have come onto the scene. And someone just tweeted from Africa! I'm sucky at identifying African countries (all the maps have changed since Geography), but it looked like Cameroon-ish. No, I was wrong-- Nigeria. Man, I need to learn me some maps.
Monday, November 1, 2010
lists, lists, lists
I am a compulsive list-maker. Have been as long as I can remember. And because of that tendency, I've recently (since about 2008, near the end) started organizing my life with lots of lists. What I have to do this week. What I have to do today, tonight, right now. What I have done. Books I've read. Movies I've seen. How much I worked each day. What I've spent and how much money I have. What I eat each day. How much exercize I do, and now much weight I've lost and what my goals are for both. All my appointments, my addresses, my penpals. All this week's ideas and everything I should look up. On and on an on.
And I love it.
There's a book I saw at the bookstore about making lists, and I lust after it like it's pornogrpahy or something.
And you know what? It's working. I don't always list everything every day. Sometimes I go entire weeks without anything of the sort. But mostly I print up all the sheets I've downloaded and made for myself every Sunday or Monday, and I use my lists, and I miss very few deadlines now unless something unforseeable comes up. I almost never go under in my bank account. I get a dozen articles written each week, usually. Sometimes I even have time to goof off or go looking for more work or whatever. And it's freeing. My lists let me not have to worry about it all, so my brain can be occupied with getting stuff done. All the organizing websites said that's what it would do, but I didn't really believe them until now. But it's true.
So viva la lists.
And I love it.
There's a book I saw at the bookstore about making lists, and I lust after it like it's pornogrpahy or something.
And you know what? It's working. I don't always list everything every day. Sometimes I go entire weeks without anything of the sort. But mostly I print up all the sheets I've downloaded and made for myself every Sunday or Monday, and I use my lists, and I miss very few deadlines now unless something unforseeable comes up. I almost never go under in my bank account. I get a dozen articles written each week, usually. Sometimes I even have time to goof off or go looking for more work or whatever. And it's freeing. My lists let me not have to worry about it all, so my brain can be occupied with getting stuff done. All the organizing websites said that's what it would do, but I didn't really believe them until now. But it's true.
So viva la lists.
Monday, October 25, 2010
musings: the life i want
I have been very busy of late, probably over-busy based on how hard it is to stay asleep and how much difficulty I'm having just sitting down to read the books I need to read. But I'm starting to figure out more of what I want out of life.
For one, first and foremost, I've discovered that I don't care if I have to have arm surgery later on: writing is definitely all I want to do. I mean, I want to eke out time to craft and make and redecorate, I want to have the money to travel and see new things and not get left behind when friends invite me places because I just can't afford them, but I want it all to be because I'm writing. I made a list the other day of all the books I have lined up in my head, waiting to be written. There were twelve just off the top of my head, and that's not even counting sequels and half-thought-out probably-novels, or Wolfe and Raven which informed me that now it wants to be a webseries (10 x 6 minute episodes, probably four seasons).
I want a house somewhere with weather I like and enough land to plant several gardens where roses will grow. And cannas. And lillies. And lilacs. And a big ol' victorian-style greenhouse where I can grow oranges and lemons and let them out into the sun in the summer like they do in Italian Villas. I want a house I can stay in, where I can plant my poor sickly pine tree in the ground and know that I'll still be living there so he can thrive. Where I can have / get kids and plant a tree for each of them, too, and start a forest dedicated to my family.
I want to decorate from Ikea and Urban Outfitters, yes, but I also want to find beautiful antiques that people don't know the value of-- a velvet fainting couch, a canopied bed (especially if it's a Chinese wedding bed!), an old wash-basin stand. I want to gather trinkets and art pieces from everywhere I've been and display them properly. I want a house full of color and eclectic wonderfulness. My sister once described my bedroom as a treasure-box, said there was always something more to look at; I want a whole house like that.
I'm not terribly picky about who lives in the house with me. I don't necessarily need a husband, and even if I get one, he would have to be very special for me to want to live with him. I'm getting far too indipendent and unusual in my advancing age.
I think I want a writing cottage. I want my books and my desk and my working computer to be somewhere separated from the house, a little beautiful thing that's only for me, where I can hole up when deadlines are tight and I need the separation from distractions.
I think I want to dance. And I want space to dance in. I might even want an audience. I definitely want classes.
I want to never have to learn how to drive. Which means I want a big-girl bike that can get my longer distances with a lot less trouble and uncertainty. I love my baby-bike, but it's just too slow and too rickety for the long haul.
I want to carry my babies on my back and plant my own food and live somewhere where the cats can go in and out as they please without having to worry about cars and dogs and diseases. I want to make my own furniture and do it well and love doing it. I want to publish more than one book a year, every year, until I die or I go mad, and even then still have seven or ten or twenty books written and waiting, started, planned out, that others can finish and publish. I want my house to always be surrounded by nature and full of people I love, talented, opinionated, beautiful, glamourous, wonderful people who laugh and cook and drink wine and home-made ales. I want to raise kids in that atmosphere. I want to change the world just a little bit. I want to be famous enough to never have to be poor again. I want to give back to the community with a scholarship and maybe some community funding, like a garden project or something. I want to start a school and save a publisher and edit anthologies. I want to visit friends who live far away, and maybe sometimes live far away myself, but always have this one beautiful house to come home to.
And you know what? Sometimes, I feel like I'm getting there.
For one, first and foremost, I've discovered that I don't care if I have to have arm surgery later on: writing is definitely all I want to do. I mean, I want to eke out time to craft and make and redecorate, I want to have the money to travel and see new things and not get left behind when friends invite me places because I just can't afford them, but I want it all to be because I'm writing. I made a list the other day of all the books I have lined up in my head, waiting to be written. There were twelve just off the top of my head, and that's not even counting sequels and half-thought-out probably-novels, or Wolfe and Raven which informed me that now it wants to be a webseries (10 x 6 minute episodes, probably four seasons).
I want a house somewhere with weather I like and enough land to plant several gardens where roses will grow. And cannas. And lillies. And lilacs. And a big ol' victorian-style greenhouse where I can grow oranges and lemons and let them out into the sun in the summer like they do in Italian Villas. I want a house I can stay in, where I can plant my poor sickly pine tree in the ground and know that I'll still be living there so he can thrive. Where I can have / get kids and plant a tree for each of them, too, and start a forest dedicated to my family.
I want to decorate from Ikea and Urban Outfitters, yes, but I also want to find beautiful antiques that people don't know the value of-- a velvet fainting couch, a canopied bed (especially if it's a Chinese wedding bed!), an old wash-basin stand. I want to gather trinkets and art pieces from everywhere I've been and display them properly. I want a house full of color and eclectic wonderfulness. My sister once described my bedroom as a treasure-box, said there was always something more to look at; I want a whole house like that.
I'm not terribly picky about who lives in the house with me. I don't necessarily need a husband, and even if I get one, he would have to be very special for me to want to live with him. I'm getting far too indipendent and unusual in my advancing age.
I think I want a writing cottage. I want my books and my desk and my working computer to be somewhere separated from the house, a little beautiful thing that's only for me, where I can hole up when deadlines are tight and I need the separation from distractions.
I think I want to dance. And I want space to dance in. I might even want an audience. I definitely want classes.
I want to never have to learn how to drive. Which means I want a big-girl bike that can get my longer distances with a lot less trouble and uncertainty. I love my baby-bike, but it's just too slow and too rickety for the long haul.
I want to carry my babies on my back and plant my own food and live somewhere where the cats can go in and out as they please without having to worry about cars and dogs and diseases. I want to make my own furniture and do it well and love doing it. I want to publish more than one book a year, every year, until I die or I go mad, and even then still have seven or ten or twenty books written and waiting, started, planned out, that others can finish and publish. I want my house to always be surrounded by nature and full of people I love, talented, opinionated, beautiful, glamourous, wonderful people who laugh and cook and drink wine and home-made ales. I want to raise kids in that atmosphere. I want to change the world just a little bit. I want to be famous enough to never have to be poor again. I want to give back to the community with a scholarship and maybe some community funding, like a garden project or something. I want to start a school and save a publisher and edit anthologies. I want to visit friends who live far away, and maybe sometimes live far away myself, but always have this one beautiful house to come home to.
And you know what? Sometimes, I feel like I'm getting there.
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