I'e been baking a lot of cookies and such, and I know that a lot of people will be doing all sorts of food preparations in the coming day or two, so here are some inspiring videos to help you along.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Dealing...
I'm having one of those days where I have "I am a loser" on one arm and a hangman drawn on the other...literally. It's only sharpie, though. It was hilarious when it was drawn on there yesterday...and I didn't do it to myself.
Actually I'm not too bad today, but last night kind of sucked...it was probably amplified because I had been awake since 2am and wasn't dealing that well with some things.
I was informed that I was acting like Crona from Soul Eater...
I like that AMV.
Anyway, It's really weird how the Jehovah's Witnesses stop by on these kinds of days and read me something that actually applies to the moment. Today it was a story about Jesus being able to calm a violent storm by telling it to stop. Ugh...I always say that it's coincidence and the stories are just easily applicable to lots of different situations, but I think it's just weird how they stop by on days when I'm having issues because I seriously don't have these problems every day.
I'm not really a devout follower of any religion (I was referred to as being kind of a "mystic" once which is probably as close as I can get to defining my beliefs), but can appreciate stories with a message. Even if that message is easily applicable to lots of situations.
So, I'll be back with some writing shenanigans later on today, but for now I'm dying my hair purple and going to work on a painting and bake cookies like I wanted to do yesterday, but was lacking in the supplies needed to do so.
I'm trying to refresh my French language skills, so I've been listening to this a lot:
I also think that song is oddly applicable for some things I've been dealing with.
Actually I'm not too bad today, but last night kind of sucked...it was probably amplified because I had been awake since 2am and wasn't dealing that well with some things.
I was informed that I was acting like Crona from Soul Eater...
I like that AMV.
Anyway, It's really weird how the Jehovah's Witnesses stop by on these kinds of days and read me something that actually applies to the moment. Today it was a story about Jesus being able to calm a violent storm by telling it to stop. Ugh...I always say that it's coincidence and the stories are just easily applicable to lots of different situations, but I think it's just weird how they stop by on days when I'm having issues because I seriously don't have these problems every day.
I'm not really a devout follower of any religion (I was referred to as being kind of a "mystic" once which is probably as close as I can get to defining my beliefs), but can appreciate stories with a message. Even if that message is easily applicable to lots of situations.
So, I'll be back with some writing shenanigans later on today, but for now I'm dying my hair purple and going to work on a painting and bake cookies like I wanted to do yesterday, but was lacking in the supplies needed to do so.
I'm trying to refresh my French language skills, so I've been listening to this a lot:
I also think that song is oddly applicable for some things I've been dealing with.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Keep Your Freak Money!
When I stop waking up at ridiculous hours I'll probably forget to blog again, but today I woke up at 2am—it's 5am as I start this—and I need to do something with my time. So, I'll bring you the story of Saturday.
It's the day of the Scribes of Lancaster Christmas-ish Winter Holiday Party Thing and I need to pick up @CielWilson because her ass don't drive. We head out of her neighborhood and drive through Historic Downtown and Santa Claus is crossing the street at Columbus and Wheeling, and he's wearing this red suit (of course) with these suspenders that had jingle bells on them (like a boss). And he waves at us and we act like complete dorks while waving back. I tried to play it cool at first, but come on… it's Santa Claus. We're lame. Santa Claus is awesome.
I need suspenders with jingle bells…they have to be black and silver though because I don't wear a lot of red.
Anyway…we have to go by the store before the meeting and the Charity Newsies, or some other people that stand in the road and collect money for charity, are standing at the intersection by the grocery store. I wanted to donate some cash, but neither one of us could reach our wallets in that moment. My money was stuck because I couldn't get my hand past the seat belt and down into the pocket of my black monster fur coat. And then the light changed. So we drove onward to the store and decided to have the cash out in advance for the next time we drove past—which would be only a few minutes later. When we came back they were gone. It wasn't even noon yet, and there was no trace of the guys. Maybe it was too cold out, but here's the conversation I'd like to imagine that they had:
Guy #1: Did you see the freak? Guy #2: Yeah. And that one black girl.
Guy #1: Is that like the only one in town?
Guy #2: *shrugs* I see her everywhere. I think they were trying to donate some money. Guy #1: I bet that freak worships Marilyn Manson…if we take their money then we'll only be able to buy cheap metal pentagram necklaces, fishnets and eyeliner for the poor.
Guy #2: Better get out of here then. Can't be making any more freaks. And there you have it.
P.S. Someone did accuse me of worshiping Marilyn Manson once. I don't know why exactly.
P.P.S. @CielWilson often gets mistaken for some of the other black women around town when she looks nothing like them so we say that, to most people around here, there's only one black woman in the whole city.
Then we started yelling to no one in particular about how we'll just keep our freak money.
We made it to the party where I managed to get the never-ending sugar headache from one mocha, one cookie and a small piece of candy. Slightly healthier eating habits have apparently ruined my taste for multitudes of sweets which probably explains the abundance of leftover Halloween and Easter candy still hanging around the kitchen.
In closing here's a creepy robot Santa Claus
It's the day of the Scribes of Lancaster Christmas-ish Winter Holiday Party Thing and I need to pick up @CielWilson because her ass don't drive. We head out of her neighborhood and drive through Historic Downtown and Santa Claus is crossing the street at Columbus and Wheeling, and he's wearing this red suit (of course) with these suspenders that had jingle bells on them (like a boss). And he waves at us and we act like complete dorks while waving back. I tried to play it cool at first, but come on… it's Santa Claus. We're lame. Santa Claus is awesome.
I need suspenders with jingle bells…they have to be black and silver though because I don't wear a lot of red.
Anyway…we have to go by the store before the meeting and the Charity Newsies, or some other people that stand in the road and collect money for charity, are standing at the intersection by the grocery store. I wanted to donate some cash, but neither one of us could reach our wallets in that moment. My money was stuck because I couldn't get my hand past the seat belt and down into the pocket of my black monster fur coat. And then the light changed. So we drove onward to the store and decided to have the cash out in advance for the next time we drove past—which would be only a few minutes later. When we came back they were gone. It wasn't even noon yet, and there was no trace of the guys. Maybe it was too cold out, but here's the conversation I'd like to imagine that they had:
Guy #1: Did you see the freak? Guy #2: Yeah. And that one black girl.
Guy #1: Is that like the only one in town?
Guy #2: *shrugs* I see her everywhere. I think they were trying to donate some money. Guy #1: I bet that freak worships Marilyn Manson…if we take their money then we'll only be able to buy cheap metal pentagram necklaces, fishnets and eyeliner for the poor.
Guy #2: Better get out of here then. Can't be making any more freaks. And there you have it.
P.S. Someone did accuse me of worshiping Marilyn Manson once. I don't know why exactly.
P.P.S. @CielWilson often gets mistaken for some of the other black women around town when she looks nothing like them so we say that, to most people around here, there's only one black woman in the whole city.
Then we started yelling to no one in particular about how we'll just keep our freak money.
We made it to the party where I managed to get the never-ending sugar headache from one mocha, one cookie and a small piece of candy. Slightly healthier eating habits have apparently ruined my taste for multitudes of sweets which probably explains the abundance of leftover Halloween and Easter candy still hanging around the kitchen.
In closing here's a creepy robot Santa Claus
Sunday, December 11, 2011
I Like The Black Keys, but Not As Much As My Subconscious Does
I wanted to post this the other day, but I keep being super lame and falling asleep really early because I have a cold (and I suck).
So, The Black Keys are doing a show at The Schott in March 2012 and tickets officially went on sale Friday, but the pre-sale was Thursday. I listened to CD101 that morning and heard the pre-sale code, but I know I can't afford to buy tickets now and I don't like arena shows unless I'm desperate to see a band. I went on through the day and did my usual take the Vicodin and fall asleep on the sofa at 8pm thing that I've been doing the past week because in addition to an annoying cold I'm still recovering from having my broken tooth pulled.
During that sleepy time I had a dream.
I'm driving along US 33, coming back from Athens apparently, and I stop at a gas station, but it's not a gas station because it looks like a Mooby's. Once I'm in the Mooby-like gas station thing everything is so yellow and red inside and the fluorescent lights burn my eyes because I don't deal well with those sorts of things. So I look up after being blinded and my brother--who lives in South Carolina-- is standing behind the counter. We don't recognize each other at first, and he had shaved his beard off, which is trippy, but he still has long hair. Once we recognize each other he starts talking about The Black Keys and how we're getting tickets to this show. I don't know if he even likes the band or not IRL, but whatever.
So, we go in this storage area, or break room, or office, or place with lots of boxes and a computer, and we sit on boxes and I know the pre-sale code (It was "lonely," like the song I posted up there "Lonely Boy"), and we totally buy tickets. And there were a lot of "and"s in that last sentence. Then we give high fives and say things like "I'm so stoked" and "Super sweet," etc. My subconscious makes people talk funny. I don't know if I've ever said "I'm so stoked." :D
And then I woke up.
And I still haven't bought tickets because I don't really like arena shows. Also, I'm kind of broke.
So, the message I got from this dream was that it would be cool to hang out with my brother, and that I think The Black Keys are pretty cool, but somewhere in my head a portion of my brain is going "OMG, I LOVE THE BLACK KEYS!!!!1! OMFG! OMFG!"
And I just don't like them quite like that... but I really would like to see the Arctic Monkeys sometime(They're the supporting act for that show).
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Creepy Christmas... still Emo
I should never promise to post anything good because then my medication will decide that I need to have super nap time like I had yesterday. I am so tired of falling asleep at 8pm and waking up at 4am. So maybe I'll post something decent later today...or tomorrow even.
Anyway I've been researching speculative fiction markets since I've been awake...so I may post some findings if they're any good. I'm also working on a pattern for some glam rocker dolls since I've been obsessed with Velvet Goldmine.
Christmas is Creepy
see more Sketchy Santas
Anyway I've been researching speculative fiction markets since I've been awake...so I may post some findings if they're any good. I'm also working on a pattern for some glam rocker dolls since I've been obsessed with Velvet Goldmine.
see more Sketchy Santas
Monday, December 5, 2011
It's Emo Chistmas
I'm having a Very Emo Christmas this year and I know that I'm starting December a few days late due to medical crap and drama, but fuck it...whatever... I want to quit feeling blah, so I guess we'll get his started by posting something before midnight, and I'll do a better post tomorrow. Promise.
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