After my legal name change last year and then almost a year of impatience waiting for a certain web hosting company to have a serviceable product, I've decided to stop waiting. So here we are.
Tonight, at precisely 11:36 pm Central Standard Time, I shall reign over Sensible Castle for three minutes. That is all.
I seem to accumulate "stuff". All kinds of stuff. Possessions, paper products (yay Costco), books, food in the pantry, files on my computer, pounds on my waistline. Not because I'm a compulsive hoarder. I just like to be prepared. "Just in case."
I'm sitting here, third day of brain fog and body lethargy following a full day of "oh my god kill me now" pain on Friday. The crying. The tiredness. The everything.
The first typewriter blog entry was a little while ago, and here's a second one.
I don't deal well with change much of the time. Not the big stuff, anyway. It helps quite a bit if I have some transition time to get used to the idea, though. If I'm ready for the change when it happens, it goes really smoothly. If it's abrupt, if I didn't see it coming, or if I can't prepare for it, there is a difficult adjustment period afterward.
"Moms' night out." "Girls' night out." "Nail wraps." "A day at the spa." "Out with my besties." "Mani pedi!" All of these phrases and activities leave me cold.
The Isle of Kern is a fictional guidebook about a British island off the southwest coast of England. It contains plenty of literary elements, with excerpts of a fictional fiction book inside as well.
I'm digging this Tiny House movement. Giving up 3/4 of your stuff and living in a smaller space sounds really appealing to me. Less room to clean, fewer belongings to take care of, fewer places to lose things.
From his many superb acting roles and books to his hilarity on QI to Molly Lewis's fantastic "An Open Letter to Stephen Fry," I've been a fan of Stephen Fry for about two decades. Here he is, sort of taking on the subject of how to be happy without religion.
The Geek Mom book is now being published in Japan. In Japanese. With our words (except translated into Japanese) and Dave Perillo's illustrations. His awesomely fantastic illustrations are why, I think, we sold the rights in Japan. They are so cute.
I discovered the Finnish design company Marimekko years ago, finding their gorgeous floral Unikko design, but didn't realize what it was at the time. I just loved the style and colors. Once the internet came up, and fancy things like "search terms" were for more than just database administrators, I was able to find more about it. Unfortunately, their products (usually fabric) were still too expensive for underemployed me.
Here's a replay of something I wrote back on 12-12-12, 12 things for which I was/am grateful.
I love how Sir David Attenborough can poke fun at himself. Here he is, narrating a bit of Olympic curling during a match between the U.S. and Great Britain.
Yesterday, Philip Seymour Hoffman died. I hadn't seen too many of his movies, but I adored him in State and Main, and knew him to be a most excellent actor in addition. His death was possibly of a drug overdose, and if that's the case, he'll always be known as having died of a drug overdose, of it being a tragedy, and a genius who didn't get to perform his craft long enough.
I just caught them making trouble in my office window. Holding hands, Luke with a blaster and Jane with a quill. "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away," well, England isn't quite another galaxy, but Jane Austen did live kind of a long time ago. Rosie the Riveter is a bit jealous, but she's too concerned with feeding her family to fret. And she's too busy worrying about the apparent anachronisms.
Today, you get to hear about one of my true loves: IKEA. Perhaps this is a topic that is of interest to more than just me.
Getting old sucks. You just don't jump back from things as easily. Not getting enough sleep has more of an effect. Exercising wears you out more quickly and it takes longer to rest up. Injuries take longer to heal. The youth don't respect your opinions or your experience. Getting old really sucks.