I just found out about Vampire Moths the other day. WTF?! It's worse than the Lunesta death moth!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
(Un)Real
I've got a few "real-life" (e.g., general fiction, adult contemporary [?]) books in my head right now, rotating against a couple of fantasy books. I'm not sure which I'm going to do right now. I've wrestled with a lot of painful stuff over the past couple of years, and so part of me craves the escapism of the fantasy novel, to craft something beautiful and fanciful; but because I'm wrestling with that stuff, too, part of me wants to address that in "real" stories, too, in hopes that people can perhaps benefit from that, and maybe because I feel like I need to get that out of my head so I can face life cleanly.
I'll do both, eventually, but am unsure which I'm going to do first, yet. I'm just in an unproductive and painful place right now, and while I know that my writing will make me feel better, I also dread the emotional and intellectual commitment to get it rolling. The real-world story will flay my heart; it just will lay it all bare. I'm not one to step back from that kind of stuff, believe me; whereas the fantasy book would just be fun (and I'm in dire need of fun right now). I'm going to try to get my feet under me again and start up again -- the Olympics threw me off-kilter!
Fuck it.
I'll flip a coin and decide.
Heads: Real world novel.
Tails: Fantasy novel.
Heads. So be it.
Real-world novel, here I go! Note that a coin toss doesn't imply "flippancy" (ar ar) on my part; rather, I'm equally capable of doing either type of book -- I just can't decide which I should do first.
I'll keep you posted.
I'll do both, eventually, but am unsure which I'm going to do first, yet. I'm just in an unproductive and painful place right now, and while I know that my writing will make me feel better, I also dread the emotional and intellectual commitment to get it rolling. The real-world story will flay my heart; it just will lay it all bare. I'm not one to step back from that kind of stuff, believe me; whereas the fantasy book would just be fun (and I'm in dire need of fun right now). I'm going to try to get my feet under me again and start up again -- the Olympics threw me off-kilter!
Fuck it.
I'll flip a coin and decide.
Heads: Real world novel.
Tails: Fantasy novel.
(flipping coin)
Heads. So be it.
Real-world novel, here I go! Note that a coin toss doesn't imply "flippancy" (ar ar) on my part; rather, I'm equally capable of doing either type of book -- I just can't decide which I should do first.
I'll keep you posted.
Blame It On Rio
Looks like they're already catching the Olympic spirit in Rio. I know they're hosting the Summer Olympics, but here's the Brazilian take on curling...
Grounded
Back in the daily grind.
Back's aching (right-hand side, for some reason, going right up my mid-back).
Toe stub tally for March: 2. Both this morning. I all but punted a footstool this morning, kicking it in the dark, nailing my middle toes on my right foot. Even Exene piped up "Ow. That sounded painful." from her perch on the sofabed as I staggered through the living room. And then, I stubbed my LEFT foot later this morning, walking from the kitchen to the boys' bedroom. I swear, I need to get titanium slippers. I am always stubbing my toes.
I think I need to get one of these:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Stick-Original-Body/dp/B000P7RSL2
I tried one of them the other day, and it felt so good! Then again, I'm never one to pass up a massage (giving or receiving, it's all good). That "massage science" has advanced to allow something like "The Stick" to exist, so much the better. Simple concept, great execution.
I watched "Zombieland" again, and I think the best thing about it is the opening credits, in terms of darkly comedic punch (I particularly like the zombie stripper chick with the tassled tits chasing after the terrified businessmen, and the Bar Mitzvah meltdown)
The rest of the movie isn't nearly as edgy as the opening might lead you to believe -- it's more like a cute romantic comedy that happens to have a zombie or two in it. Not that it's not funny in parts, because it is; it's just that the FUNNY wasn't the main purpose of it, so it doesn't really count as a comedy in my book. The main narrative purpose of the movie is getting Columbus laid, of him ending up with his super-cool babe (we're supposed to believe she's super-cool, but there's nothing particularly cool about Wichita; she just seems cool relative to the nebbishy Columbus).
In fact, you can see the screenwriters forcibly having Wichita take to Columbus about two-thirds of the way into the movie. I mimed furiously typewriting in the air while watching it, saying "Must have love interest chick fall for protagonist!" demonstrating the Will of the Writer imposed on the character of Wichita, turning her, in effect, into a Columbus-liking zombie. Ha!
Back's aching (right-hand side, for some reason, going right up my mid-back).
Toe stub tally for March: 2. Both this morning. I all but punted a footstool this morning, kicking it in the dark, nailing my middle toes on my right foot. Even Exene piped up "Ow. That sounded painful." from her perch on the sofabed as I staggered through the living room. And then, I stubbed my LEFT foot later this morning, walking from the kitchen to the boys' bedroom. I swear, I need to get titanium slippers. I am always stubbing my toes.
I think I need to get one of these:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Stick-Original-Body/dp/B000P7RSL2
I tried one of them the other day, and it felt so good! Then again, I'm never one to pass up a massage (giving or receiving, it's all good). That "massage science" has advanced to allow something like "The Stick" to exist, so much the better. Simple concept, great execution.
I watched "Zombieland" again, and I think the best thing about it is the opening credits, in terms of darkly comedic punch (I particularly like the zombie stripper chick with the tassled tits chasing after the terrified businessmen, and the Bar Mitzvah meltdown)
The rest of the movie isn't nearly as edgy as the opening might lead you to believe -- it's more like a cute romantic comedy that happens to have a zombie or two in it. Not that it's not funny in parts, because it is; it's just that the FUNNY wasn't the main purpose of it, so it doesn't really count as a comedy in my book. The main narrative purpose of the movie is getting Columbus laid, of him ending up with his super-cool babe (we're supposed to believe she's super-cool, but there's nothing particularly cool about Wichita; she just seems cool relative to the nebbishy Columbus).
In fact, you can see the screenwriters forcibly having Wichita take to Columbus about two-thirds of the way into the movie. I mimed furiously typewriting in the air while watching it, saying "Must have love interest chick fall for protagonist!" demonstrating the Will of the Writer imposed on the character of Wichita, turning her, in effect, into a Columbus-liking zombie. Ha!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Heh
B1 and B2 love the sadly-defunct "Teen Titans" show (which I fortunately have on DVD). But this episode, where extra-dimensional fanboy, "Larry," intrudes on the normal opening credits (among other things), drives B1 BANANAS! He detests the silly opening! He'll run out of the room if this one comes on, holding his ears and grumbling!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Aches and Pains, Time and Space
Got the Census form done. Had some amusing moments, since I was filling out everything for everybody in the household. One last time. The Census is done every ten years. Weird to think about that, where I was this year, and 2000 (just started at the Press, no kids, yet), and 1990 (in college, a very, very fateful year for me, it turned out).
2010 is going to be so much better a year for me than 2008-2009 (although, bizarrely, I could probably trace the troubling years going back to 2001 onward -- just a dissonance that grew and grew and grew until things broke in 2008, and 2009 was a year of sorting through the rubble; 2010 is my year of rebuilding. I'm more than ready for it.)
I'm eating a "HUG ME" Valentine's Day lollipop B2 gave me. He had some kind of candy stash left over from Valentine's Day, something he got at preschool. Little scamp! I gave him a hug when he gave it to me.
2010 is going to be so much better a year for me than 2008-2009 (although, bizarrely, I could probably trace the troubling years going back to 2001 onward -- just a dissonance that grew and grew and grew until things broke in 2008, and 2009 was a year of sorting through the rubble; 2010 is my year of rebuilding. I'm more than ready for it.)
I'm eating a "HUG ME" Valentine's Day lollipop B2 gave me. He had some kind of candy stash left over from Valentine's Day, something he got at preschool. Little scamp! I gave him a hug when he gave it to me.
Swai? Census?
I pan-fried some Swai (aka, Asian Catfish) tonight, with broccoli on the side. Yummers.
Got the LONG Census form in the mail, so I'm going to try to get that done tonight and/or tomorrow morning.
B1 and I planted carnivorous plants in a special container, put it as the centerpiece on the dining room table.
I'm worn out and tired today. Some home front frustrations, delivered on the phone -- babysitting fell through, which is going to cause trouble. Forward March!
Got the LONG Census form in the mail, so I'm going to try to get that done tonight and/or tomorrow morning.
B1 and I planted carnivorous plants in a special container, put it as the centerpiece on the dining room table.
I'm worn out and tired today. Some home front frustrations, delivered on the phone -- babysitting fell through, which is going to cause trouble. Forward March!
Pulaski Day
It's Pulaski Day! B1 doesn't have school. They should serve paczkis on Pulaski Day. I bet Casimir Pulaski would totally have eaten them, if the opportunity presented itself.
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