-Let’s clear something up from a couple entries ago: I was being hyperbolic. I am finding a whole lot of awesome books at the library. However, in any genre you get bad or lazy or assholish writers, and a disproportionate number of these like to put in scenes of sexual violence not for story purposes, but because they can’t think of anything else. These books may look quite a lot like the books by good writers on the outside, and when that's the case I have to open them up to find out what they’re like.
-That said, book recommendations are always welcome! But I have quite a long list of books to try out already, so I can’t guarantee I’ll ever get to these books.
-I had to refuse to go to the Yarn Place with Mom thist morning. I have a whole stack of art junk sitting around waiting for me to art with it already. Bead stuff, chainmail stuff, cord stuff, sewing stuff … If I were capable of hyperfocusing, I would have my own damn Etsy store by now.
-I did manage to make Loke a T-shirt out of one of my old ones. It’s not bad for a first effort, but I do need practice in this new (to me) technique. I managed mostly to line up the hems provided, but the shirt is a little lopsided. I wore this shirt a lot, so the fabric was not sturdy—a couple of times it tore easily. But the biggest issue is the neckline—if you’re going to make a pullover shirt for a doll, the neckline has to be big, because dolls always have huge heads, and figuring out the width of the shoulders and the sleeves wasn’t easy. I think it’ll work better next time.
Also, Loke may eat your soul, but you can't deny she looks fabulous in turquoise.
-I've come up with a way to shut my brain up at night when it's compulsively worrying instead of going to sleep: I write a list of every worry I have in a few words, then tell myself I can deal with it tomorrow. It seems to be working ...
-Swimming is nice, but sometimes I kinda wish I could plug in the iPatch and swim along to some music—perhaps flick on my Mermaids playlist, as long as I’m in the water.* But on the other hand, while white noise usually bothers me, the weirdness of underwater noise is kind of nice. I love the sound around me when I exhale.
-I keep having small children in the pool and the locker room throwing me wide-eyed glances when my back is to them. I figured it was just the usual small-kid paranoia of Strangers, until it suddenly occurred to me that I have a tattoo on my spine. Good luck figuring out what it says, small children!
-Finally saw The Shining
. Not bad, for a Kubrick film. But my favorite bit was definitely the part where Shelley Duvall discovers just what’s in Jack’s magnum opus, and then just keeps digging through the manuscript
. You’d think she’d pick a few key bits-beginning, two or three middle parts, end—in the pile and get the idea, but instead she checks every page. “Well, the last forty pages were all the same, but I wonder if page 41 is different …”
*Alternatives: The Giant Bloated List Of Favorites, The Pirate Playlist and The NERRRRRD Playlist. You have no idea how many geek songs I own.