Monthly Archives: February 2010

The Forgotten Picture

 

 

This is my favorite picture from my D.C trip. It took me a long time to figure out how to get it from my camera phone to my laptop. (Hint: Sent it as a email to myself.)

I wish I could capture the power of the memorial wall and describe just how I felt seeing those names carved in stone. The absolute heavy sadness of death. Of lives gone violently. I still feel the impact of being there, when I try to. Visiting that place was good for my character research, and added another layer to my portrayal of a certain vigilante.

I ran my fingers over some of those names and hoped they had someone who loved them. Someone who would honor their memory. I hoped they wouldn’t simply vanish into oblivion, unknown soldiers but for the names they left behind.

The Memorial is very sobering and I think everyone should see it once in their life.

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Feelin’ Pretty

  This is one of those rare and elusive pics of me that I actually like.   I was feeling pretty good, too.    (I like this angle cause it forces my lazy eye to cooperate with me.)

Wastin’ Time.

Time you enjoy wasting, is not wasted. -John Lennon

My step mother often wondered why I prefered to write and read more than going out and being with the neighborhood kids.

Gee. The neighborhood kids, for the most part, were undisciplined hooligans. I was smarter and more sensitive than they were, and they knew it. They chose to single me out, like a lion takes out the weaker antelope.

That and the fact is everyone in town knew I was abandoned. And, as much as it pains me to say it, not many people tolerated my dad. Or even wanted to. Long story, and it isn’t mine to tell. I’ll just say that I have a love/unlove relationship with my father. There are so many good qualities he has, but there are a few less desirable qualities.

I don’t want it to sound like my childhood was horrible. I’m not here to bitch about it, either. It had its bad moments, but it was pretty much the stereotypical American childhood, with its own unique ups and downs.

I enjoy wasting time writing and reading. It quite probably saved my life, ergo it wasn’t truly wasted.

Happy, happy, joy, joy

People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be. -Abraham Lincoln

Today was a good day. Full of promise. Full of work, full of activity….which I missed. I took Thursday through Monday off. I missed being useful, though I certainly liked having five days off.

Today, I made the decision to be happy. To enjoy my job and enjoy the work that I do. Today, I made the decision to take joy in everything that I could. In my online friends, in my writing. It is so easy, well, ok, MOST of the time that isn’t V-day for me to feel a tendril of joy in at least one little thing.

Today? I felt joy in all I did.

It is important for the human spirit to have “joy” in some manner. It lifts us up when we’re down, it gives us our lifebread, hope, that sustains people in dark times.

Find your joy, people. Find it and hold it.

Sorry for the Love Stinks

I know I sounded a tad bitter. I can’t help it. I have never really celebrated VD with anyone..except my high school boyfriend that turned out to be gay. I’ve never been kissed or taken out on a romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day. It’d be nice to do it one of these years.

So yeah. The day of love has become a day of not have for me. Single’s awareness day, I think it’s called. Yeah. I’m aware that I am single. I am most definitely aware that I want children. Oops. Did I say that out loud?

Well, ok, at my age, just one will suffice. I want a family. My own. Bad. I want a family that works and loves each other. That’s not too much to ask, I think.

Love Stinks (Yah yah)

Singles Awareness Day is tomorrow.   I do not have a Valentine.  Oh well.

Just tossing out some random thoughts.

  • Nineteen kids is definitely enough. Put a cork in it, Duggars, before more health problems result from being a baby factory. Kthnxbye.
  • Stop the paparazzi from stalking celebs.
  • Stop bad fashion by hiring more fashion police. (At work.)
  • Good job, US, with helping the Haitians. Continue to do it, but now help put jobs out there.

New Favorite: The Office

I have a new (to me) show that I love. It’s …The Office, the American version. I’m not a big fan of the network it was originally on, so I waited until it got syndicated before watching it. I wish that I had started earlier, now, even if it was on THAT network. (I prefer cable networks to the boring normal corporate ones like NBC or ABC. That’s just how I roll….and cable programs seem to have more of a creative license.)

I digress, as I often do. Back to The Office.

Oh. My. God. It is SOOOO funny. Funny in a socially awkward way, from the well intentioned ineptness of Michael Scott, to the various “quirks” of the office personnel. You got the seemingly normal people like Pam and Jim, to the crazy cat lady, to the office “villian” aka Dwight Schrute. He’s a character I have a love/hate relationship with…no doubt he’s necessary for the plots in the show, but damn if he isn’t irritating.

If you read this and watch the show, who is your favorite? Mine is Michael. For some weird unknown reason. He’s a dork, but he has a heart of gold. *I think.*

Let’s ask “Michael Scott” if we should quit watching The Office…

Five Characters in Litature that are Unforgettable (To me)

1. Anne of Green Gables. Her head always in the clouds, reading some fanciful tale of Arthurian romance and acting out the parts with her best friend. Yeah, I did that a lot when I was growing up too, and I was just about as melodramatic. Various family members can attest to that. Honestly, reading the book was like knowing what I’d have been like if I had grown up in that time period. I very readily identified with the spirited and tender-hearted Anne. The whole series is wonderful for a young, impressionable girl to read.

Here’s an synopsis, since I don’t think my male readers will pick up the book: Anne, an orphan, has been adopted out numerous times, but returned because she is ‘improper’. (Aka always reading) She eventually gets shipped out to a brother and sister who wanted a boy to help with the farm. She, of course, finds the family she has always needed, and they find that they love her too. All the while, she’s having adventures due to her imagination that can’t be contained.

Yeah, a feel good story all the way around, with a chuckle here and there. But…it’s pretty much chick lit. That surprises me, because I usually don’t go for chick oriented anything. (Give me explosions and mayhem!!)

2. Claire Fraser of Outlander. Feisty, moderately quick tempered, but with more than a dollop of compassion. She’s unforgettable because she is utterly unique. The character pops from the paper, she is believable. She reads as if she is a real person, and that is a sign of a good storyteller.

3. Lestat. Yum! Like Keifer in Lost Boys. Who could forget the arrogant vampire prince in Anne Rice’s novels? And….he’s a true vampire. He doesn’t sparkle like Tinkerbell.

4. Roland Deschain of King’s Dark Tower series. Possibly one of the most interesting character out in literature. He’s not a nice guy, but he’s interesting in the fact he is so single minded in his determination to get to his goal.

5. Harry Potter. Bright, likeable and also well written. Despite some fundies’s claims that he is an evil character that promotes Satanism, he fights against evil incarnate. Seriously? Harry Potter promotes witchery? Get real, fools.