butterflydreaming: A pink fountain pen, a tea cup, and a bottle of sake (Default)
This year's Seattle International Film Festival ad ends with melting Nazi from Raiders of the Lost Ark front and center, this after a rave motif that gets you looking closely to identify movie clips. Kind of a jump scare, definitely triggery.

I've avoided reviewing that imagery for 30+ years.

poem

Apr. 27th, 2016 11:28 am
butterflydreaming: (C)
Share my umbrella
You are taller than me
So I have asked you to
Help me hold it
Above our heads together
And let me walk lively
Beside you
My arm is growing tired
...
We walk with hoodies up
In the cold misery

I would rather not call
The thing that hurts me
By the name of the thing
I love
butterflydreaming: coffee mug (coffee in my mug)
Because the weather was so warm, and I was home before the dog walking hours of the evening, I thought Aya might be able to walk around a bit outside. It's positive reinforcement for being on harness and leash.

We did well enough. He walked around the little strip of garden on the south side of the building, smelling tulips and dirt. When he persisted in chewing the ornamental grass, I took him back in. He didn't want to walk himself back in this time -- he hadn't been scared -- but he didn't resist when I picked him up & carried him.

but then he was a monster )

I'm so tired. I had hoped that the walk would give him some calm, and instead it was the opposite.

But it's not like he's ever been better. Instead, it's like he has good days, but he's mostly awful.

The walk thing, though. It must happen with dogs, too, right? So, maybe there's a trove of helpful info on this subject?
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Baby pic of me (red overalls & red booties) with my eldest sister, circa 1975

Meanwhile, on Facebook, this happened. I'm in red.
butterflydreaming: pinwheel in rainbow colors (Green Patch pinwheel)
  •  I discovered (late to the party, I'm sure) Rotita, which sells fashion dresses on the cheap. Many of them are skimpy, form fitting, thigh slit, plunge neckline, and about $25. Except for the near certainty that they are low quality materials and made in sweatshops, I wish I could wear a different one every day. There's just something about a hoochie dress that fills my heart with love.
  • And OMG the swimwear. Human beings can't wear those. There are some with fringe!
  • Warmer weather brings me many things for which I am thankful. At the moment, I am pleased that my fine washables dry quicker on the drying rack.
  • Just when I think work sucks worse than ever, it finds ways to suck even more. This week is fired. Someone, please find me a different job, because I haven't managed to do it myself.
  • I'm 44 and I like it more than I did being, say, 22.
  •  

It's April

Apr. 1st, 2016 09:38 am
butterflydreaming: (C)
I was supposed to post a snippet to PCG in March... snippet month was my suggestion. Nothing really came together. Oops? I will post the next coherent thing.

March had a bunch of this and that on, like, eight different existing stories. I did have a story dream, fueled by a heavy dinner and red wine, that was some distopian anime Pitch Black alien swarm business. I'll use that. Creative mind is creative, even though fingers have not been steady on the keyboard.

When I was little, I have monster nightmares. As an adult, I have unpleasant dreams, but no longer worthy of being called nightmares. I'm taking to calling them cortisol dreams. I don't have them much.

The story dream was full of bad things, but it was interesting, too.
butterflydreaming: A pink fountain pen, a tea cup, and a bottle of sake (Default)
No on told me I screwed up. {Grin}

Still no pie, but it's only 9AM.
butterflydreaming: A pink fountain pen, a tea cup, and a bottle of sake (Default)
My brother is reading a Sam Harris book. I always want to have more basis for discussion with my fam, and the library had a ready copy, so I've been doing a read along. It's crap: rude, (unintentionally) racist, tripe for chapter 1, dumbed down blathering about consciosness for 2, but 3, about the illusion of self, is plot bunny food. (He's also more tolerable when he sticks to neuroscience.)

They've come a-hoppin'.

Following after fodder in chapter 2 regarding the two hemisphere's of the human brain, which got me thinking about disassociative disorders, the mental wanderings from the path of chapter 3 include a revelation about one of the clone universe related stories (a villainous perversion of the AGC's purpose) as well as more thoughts about the time-travel-in-your-own-body idea.

I can't do anything with these bunnies at the moment. Nevertheless, it's good to know I'm getting something out of the Harris book. Stay in the kitchen and make sandwiches for my bunnies, Sam!
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First Thursday at Intregue Chocolate means free zombies. Their zombies are chocolate ends (think trim) melted down together into a drinking chocolate that gradually changes as the evening goes on. The rich drink is served in shots, of which I has two. Then the shop owner (Aaron) sent me home with a 12 ounce paper cup of the miraculous elixer. It is destined for a cake this Saturday.

The chocolate shop is right at the origin of the new trolley. It would be so convenient if I lived on Capitol Hill still. My waiting for the bus tolerance is down; there is a bus from the shop that gets me all the way to my home stop, but it only runs at half hour intervals. Still, something to remember next time there are doin's in Pioneer Square. Uwajimaya is also convenient if I catch the right bus.

I have been neglecting my blogging friends. Alas, internet is a thing of cafes and other borrowed wifi, again, for the nonce. If I had realized that I could get back in line for the library issued hotspot while I still had one checked out, then I would already have one on the way again. (The signal is crap at Shadow Box, though, as is the phone. One is Verizon, the other AT&T.) I miss internet on tap.

Happy Pi Day! It would be nice to have an event. It is nice not to have an event. It's not necessary to have pie. Do enjoy some, if so inclined.
butterflydreaming: A cup of tea in a clear cup, with a plate of tea cookies (Tea & Cookies)
In the late 80s, when I was intensely fangirling The Phantom of the Opera, my (still) BFF instigated a collaborative story, by which we brought a happily romantic ending to the Phantom's tragic story. Put it on my calendar for 2018 )
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A week or so ago, Brain Pickings (the newsletter) had a quote from Ernest Hemingway, on writing, in which he stated this method: write until something interesting is starting to happen, then the next day, start writing again from the beginning. Rinse, repeat. I've been thinking about that ever since.

Putting aside that he may very well have been intending to scare off wannabe writers who won't put in the work, these are the thoughts I've had: 1) what would that do to the way the story was told, and 2) could I do that? (I don't mean, rewrite sections, but rewrite from the beginning each day.)

What comes to mind is That Guy, the one who tells the no-shit-there-i-was big fish story that gets honed in the retelling. That Guy has learned what gets the reaction, the laugh or the rolled eyes. He knows the story so well that he can tell it inebriated and still hit the timing. That will be the guy who gets asked, "tell about that time you..."

After a week of thinking about what "can I do this?" means, I have decided that a "day" would have to mean a creation day, because I top out at 2K, with 500 words being more typical, on a chronological day. I'd never finish anything but flash.

Retelling familiarity, I think, is why some things are easier to write than others. At least for me, it can't be only visual. I have to hear the words in my head. The first 20K of Stadium were like trying to write in a foreign language. Pulling them out was literally that, and it didn't matter how well I could see the narrative in my head. The mental version has a soundtrack. It has the storyboarding of Production IG and Guillermo Del Torro colors. The written version is made of stiff cardboard, cut out of shipping boxes, scribbled with crayon in the later passes.

I know this story, but I don't know quite how it sounds, yet.
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 The danger of using a VERY old smartphone on wifi to post an update, is that it disintegrates before it shows up on the page. I think I have two or more posts that didn't make it.

Alas, the last one was rather poetic, if rambling, I thought. {checks phone} Ah, there, still in drafts. Honestly, I can't remember if comments are still disabled on LJ. I set them that way last #3weeks4dw and although I intended to reactivate them, I can't reply from email to LJ comments.

You know, what I miss most, I've decided, is not the long F'list that was impossible to keep up with. I can get that pressure out of tumblr or Facebook, thanks no thanks. I miss community. A community got me on LJ to begin with.

What used to keep us together was content creation: posts, comments, doing memes and quizzes. Reblogs and Shares are not content creation, though they create an appearance of activity. This is not intended as a statement of judgement, but it is one of nostalgia. I never could keep up with anything but the one community. I think it may too late now, to have that again. I wonder.

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One of the best things about the PNW is how quickly we climb out of the darkness, after we pass through the first day of winter. I still remind myself that I love night, because my reaction to the return toward summer is one of cheer.
butterflydreaming: coffee mug (coffee in my mug)
My thing this week is milk tea. (I needed to use the milk I bought.) Milima estate black, steeped first and then warmed with honey and milk. I was about to use what I thought was lavender sugar instead of the honey, but had the sense to taste it. Salt! Superfine salt.

I have so much culinary salt, I lost track.

Random thought: slides were popular in the 1970s, so I have no baby pictures of myself.
butterflydreaming: pinwheel in rainbow colors (Green Patch pinwheel)
With a four day break and the new place, I feel as though I have been on vacation. Vacation with a cat that yells at me most of the time, sheesh.

Like a tourist, I've been checking out the neighborhood places. The coffee and pizza were already known spots, but now I've also eaten at the giant cinnamon roll diner (100% diner, not anywhere as good eats as Glo's). The surprise was Louisa's Cafe. D invited me to Solstice dawn breakfast there. With sunrise at 7:55, that wasn't especially early, in these weeks of disgustingly early starts. The food was amazing, the service great, and the biscuits noteworthy.

Christmas day I spent with my local family, but the week before, my sister & nieces were visiting from Texas. OMG, my nieces are cute little eggheads! What is up with my family? We don't produce any duds in the next generation.

We went to EMP for The Supercute World of Hello Kitty. Good use of my dual membership and remaining pass. It was still $16. I think that might be why my sis kept us there two hours, rather past my energy level (and I'm still sick, I hope not to die). EMP exhibits are typically so static. Even Hello Kitty. There was much commentary from my nieces (12 and 10) about the stupid mecha pilot Hello Kitty sculpture. Their conclusion: inappropriate for all ages! (It's seriously ugly. Painted on suit over anatomically awkward nubile female body, huge ass and tits, with a HK head/helmet. Fuck You, Colin, you weeb.)

I didn't get a lot of time with them, but wow, really good to see them. I will have to go to Texas to see my brother in law, though. Too cold for him in Washington.

On Saturday, D came over for brunch at Shadow Box. First pancakes in my new place, first use of the petite oven. the pancakes were "recipe? What recipe?" but came out pretty good. I should have put the sugar into the dry.

We had a nice meal of pancakes, hash browns, Uli's bacon sausage, and tea, and we talked about Star Wars, now that he's seen it, too. I thought Aya would be happier, but he took the visit of "bro" in stride. D and I went out to get a cup of wifi for me and coffee for him, before I headed on to run errands.

Today starts another short week. I'm hoping for a slightly calmer one, with more sleep, more writing, and more time online. I trade all three to finally kick this sickness, though. It would be nice to start 2016 being able take deep breath without the question of how long I get to go without another coughing fit.
butterflydreaming: The Japanese character for "dreams" written on a mug (Dreams)
Let's add up: rent for 2 locations (I paid December prorated in the new place), moving costs, food out many times because of reasons, and today $60 at the co-op because of sundries. And here I am on the wifi of the closed cafe next door because I craved a salad, I had not bought salad stuff, and I am sick so I get to indulge comfort craving.cut for rambling )
butterflydreaming: A pink fountain pen, a tea cup, and a bottle of sake (Default)
Today is the last day for $1 coffee at Top Pot, for NaNoWriMo, and for apartment 202. I didn't think of any of those things until reminded this Monday AM.

My reward for all the effort of the weekend is an eggnog glazed cake donut. Hyyeeeh! Good stuff.

I didn't write for NaNo this year. Word total on various projects this month was I think about 10K of new material/wip, low for what I've been doing the recent months. I didn't have the peace of mind to write. Once things got past the first logjam, I was able to do about 3.5K in a day & a half.

Moving. We've been at that since Saturday morning. Metaphorically, my presence has no space to function in D's space. Literally, there is still enough to fill our old living room that hasn't been shoehorned into 207 yet. I am dismayed and not surprised. This is not anyone's "fault" except maybe the folks who create high housing prices in Seattle relative to our wages.

I looked at a modestly priced, large apartment in downtown Everett yesterday. The slog would be like when I was in W Seattle, so doable if not ideal. I'm more likely to end up in Ev than anywhere else, for the next year. A lease is only a 12 month commitment. It could be fun.
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (meow)

Loooook at how cute these are! An artist has been offering to do $5 chibis to raise money to pay cat medical bills. I couldn't think of any better subject than my cats, and why not something I can use for winter holiday cards? The originals don't have a background and are  a postcard printable size.


Cute cartoon versions of Aya and Shiva cats

If you want your own (doesn't have to be cats), the artists commissioning info is here: gatarooooo.tumblr.com/post/133199208867/gatarooooo-hello-guys-im-opening-commission


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...that on a barista's income, my protagonist Genny could not afford the apartment as described. Maybe it's illegal? A more interesting direction to go than putting her in a CompartmentTM micro apartment.

Elements get so dated when one takes too long to write a thing.

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