Okay, not real math-like statistical analysis stuff, because honestly, I don't like that sort much. After dealing with it for my undergrad thesis, I'd rather ignore it until I have to do another thesis.
I do, however, love my blog stats! I've started using StatCounter.com, and it makes me happy. There are charts and graphs and lists, and it's all so pretty!
Did you know that, so far, 757 people have looked at my blog this month? That's just... neat.
I also love the keyword analysis feature. Of course, lots of people found me by searching for "something to write about" or some combination of those words, but there were some more... unusual search terms:
- why does debbie macomber 311 pelican court spell terrible as Teribly
- what's a diagram
- HBP stands for
- ending of one hour photo explained
Really? I swear, I don't remember writing a post explaining what a diagram is... How did you find me, blogglings? Are you someone I know in real life? Did you follow someone's link here? Or were you the one looking for a diagram explanation?
Showing posts with label Danielle Lanois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Danielle Lanois. Show all posts
Monday, September 19, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thank you, Bloggling Brains!
Anthropomorphism! Yes! Thank you for your help!
And in case you were wondering why I suddenly had the pressing need to know that word, it's because of a conversation I had with my parents. We were chatting via Skype and I had to go so I could take my dog outside before Morris and Adolph came out. Naturally, my folks asked who Morris and Adolph were. They expected me to say the neighbor's dogs, or maybe the random cats that sleep in my yard. No, Morris and Adolph are spiders. Morris spins his web in the corner of the overhang by the back door, and Adolph spins his huge web between the trees on either side of the path to the backyard.
My parents think I'm weird. Of course, then I had to tell them about Cassandra, the spider who spins a web in the backyard from the branches of the big tree to the ground. And Lewis, who has a permanent web in the holly bush out front (all the others take down their webs in the morning).
I don't know if it's a writer thing, or just me, but I name all sorts of things. My car is Ruby. My KitchenAid mixer is Kitty. My blender is Oscar. My grill is George. My computers are Trinsyn, Chionne, and Arra. My toilet paper doll is Nancy. And that's just a small sample.
Tell me, do you name things?
And in case you were wondering why I suddenly had the pressing need to know that word, it's because of a conversation I had with my parents. We were chatting via Skype and I had to go so I could take my dog outside before Morris and Adolph came out. Naturally, my folks asked who Morris and Adolph were. They expected me to say the neighbor's dogs, or maybe the random cats that sleep in my yard. No, Morris and Adolph are spiders. Morris spins his web in the corner of the overhang by the back door, and Adolph spins his huge web between the trees on either side of the path to the backyard.
My parents think I'm weird. Of course, then I had to tell them about Cassandra, the spider who spins a web in the backyard from the branches of the big tree to the ground. And Lewis, who has a permanent web in the holly bush out front (all the others take down their webs in the morning).
I don't know if it's a writer thing, or just me, but I name all sorts of things. My car is Ruby. My KitchenAid mixer is Kitty. My blender is Oscar. My grill is George. My computers are Trinsyn, Chionne, and Arra. My toilet paper doll is Nancy. And that's just a small sample.
Tell me, do you name things?
Friday, August 19, 2011
It's Friday!
Hello Blogglings! Clearly, this blogging on Wednesday thing is not working out for me... I'm trying to decide if I should just skip Wednesdays and go with twice-a-week blogging, or if I should re-schedule it. Thoughts?
In other news, my house is almost finished! For those of you who don't know me in real life, I've been living under construction for, well, a long time. I've been living out of the basement of my house, waiting for the contractor to finish the work that was supposed to be done on June 16. (Go on, look at your calendar and do the math. I'll wait.) Yeah. Two months later.
But tonight, the painter finished upstairs! And tomorrow, I'm moving my bed! I'm very excited about this. Have I mentioned that I'm not a fan of basements? I mean, they're fine for hanging out and watching movies in the heat of the day in the summer, but they're also a haven for all the creepy things, and I can't wait to lay down to sleep without wondering if the spiders will stay in their corners.
And in even more news, go visit Colby! There's a new video up! You should watch it!
In other news, my house is almost finished! For those of you who don't know me in real life, I've been living under construction for, well, a long time. I've been living out of the basement of my house, waiting for the contractor to finish the work that was supposed to be done on June 16. (Go on, look at your calendar and do the math. I'll wait.) Yeah. Two months later.
But tonight, the painter finished upstairs! And tomorrow, I'm moving my bed! I'm very excited about this. Have I mentioned that I'm not a fan of basements? I mean, they're fine for hanging out and watching movies in the heat of the day in the summer, but they're also a haven for all the creepy things, and I can't wait to lay down to sleep without wondering if the spiders will stay in their corners.
And in even more news, go visit Colby! There's a new video up! You should watch it!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Dancing Kid
So I was on my way to the grocery store tonight, at like, 9:30, and as I was driving through my neighbourhood, I saw this blue glowing light bouncing around. As I got closer, I could see that it was the screen of a cell phone. I got even closer, and I realized that the phone was in the hand of a kid who was dancing.
I'm not talking about just grooving as he was walking down the street. This kid was bouncing up and down, dancing his heart out, in the dark, halfway in the street.
I want to know what he was listening to.
And I may include him in a story. Because really, that's just a really secure person to dance full-out as if no one is watching. (Although I suppose that, until I drove up, no one actually was watching.)
I'm not talking about just grooving as he was walking down the street. This kid was bouncing up and down, dancing his heart out, in the dark, halfway in the street.
I want to know what he was listening to.
And I may include him in a story. Because really, that's just a really secure person to dance full-out as if no one is watching. (Although I suppose that, until I drove up, no one actually was watching.)
Sunday, August 14, 2011
A bump in the road
I was doing so well! I was writing almost every day, and getting close to the 5k mark. And then...
Are any of you superstitious or OCD? I started writing this story by hand, and I feel the need to finish the same way, at least this draft. It's just how I need to write. If I start by hand in a green notebook with my black Sarasa pen, I need to finish it in green notebooks with black Sarasa pens.
Unfortunately, I dropped my pen in the car last week, and it's hiding under one of the seats. I don't know which seat. And it's been flipping hot out, so I didn't really want to sit outside, digging around in my car. But! It's a weekend, it's early (and therefore not so blazing hot) AND I finally got my garage clean enough to get my car inside, so after I finish this post, I'm going to go recover my pen and start writing again!
On the bright side, not writing things out has given me a chance to play around with things in my head, and I probably have another 3-4k ready to come out. Yay!
Do any of you have these sorts of quirks, Blogglings? I know writers can be a very... quirky kind of people!
Are any of you superstitious or OCD? I started writing this story by hand, and I feel the need to finish the same way, at least this draft. It's just how I need to write. If I start by hand in a green notebook with my black Sarasa pen, I need to finish it in green notebooks with black Sarasa pens.
Unfortunately, I dropped my pen in the car last week, and it's hiding under one of the seats. I don't know which seat. And it's been flipping hot out, so I didn't really want to sit outside, digging around in my car. But! It's a weekend, it's early (and therefore not so blazing hot) AND I finally got my garage clean enough to get my car inside, so after I finish this post, I'm going to go recover my pen and start writing again!
On the bright side, not writing things out has given me a chance to play around with things in my head, and I probably have another 3-4k ready to come out. Yay!
Do any of you have these sorts of quirks, Blogglings? I know writers can be a very... quirky kind of people!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Better late than never?
Yeah, I suck. My life has been a little crazy lately. First, I've spent the last month trying to move, trying being the operative word. I had to delay moving day by a week, and I'm still not completely unpacked, and it's having a profound effect on my ability to deal with life.
Second, I just got back from a week-long vacation in Canada where I got to visit with my brand-new niece!
Second, I just got back from a week-long vacation in Canada where I got to visit with my brand-new niece!
She is the most beautiful little girl, and I am completely in love with her. It was sooooo hard to leave her and come back to my boxed-up home. Luckily, my sister is all about the technology, and we've already Skyped several times, and I've been getting 'baby-of-the-day' photos in my inbox everyday, which makes me very happy.
Third, since I've been home, I've been sewing. Many of you have already visited Colby's blog, so you know how awesome she is. This week, I made her a dress. No, not just a dress, a snake dress. For last night's Harry Potter opening, Colby was dressed as Nagini. It was pretty epic. Soon, I shall have photos to share, because it really was awesome.
I know, I know, I shouldn't have abandoned you all like that, and I'm sorry, Blogglings. But I have been busy, and out of town, and it's always been my policy to refrain from mentioning any travel plans online until after I have returned. I am, however, fully back, with real internet and everything at home. Hopefully, this post marks the return of your regularly scheduled blog-reading.
Enjoy your weekend!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Ah, Mondays.
There's just something about the start of the week that sucks.
I feel like I accomplished nothing at work today. I mean, I did stuff, but I was filling in for someone else, so the stuff I did was her work, not mine. I know that I have at least five boxes of charts waiting for me tomorrow morning, which equals fifty or more charts, depending on how tightly they're packed. So there goes my morning. And by the time I'm through dealing with them, it's time for my doctor's appointment. Whee.
However, I am heading out tomorrow night to a writerly thing with a fellow writerly-type person, which should be fun. Or at least enlightening. I really want to see what the local writing scene is like outside of NaNoWriMo (which, while awesome, is not necessarily a professional endeavor).
Of course, when I started getting frustrated at work today, all I had to do was let my mind wander back to this past weekend. I spent some time with friends who made me feel like life was a movie, and I was playing the role of sidekick (but in a good way!). I got to watch some awesome moments that felt as if they should have been in a movie or a book, and I loved every second of it.
You know, maybe today wasn't as bad as I originally thought it was.
Also, I'm watching a terribly cheesy movie as I'm writing this, which always makes me feel better!
How was your Monday?
I feel like I accomplished nothing at work today. I mean, I did stuff, but I was filling in for someone else, so the stuff I did was her work, not mine. I know that I have at least five boxes of charts waiting for me tomorrow morning, which equals fifty or more charts, depending on how tightly they're packed. So there goes my morning. And by the time I'm through dealing with them, it's time for my doctor's appointment. Whee.
However, I am heading out tomorrow night to a writerly thing with a fellow writerly-type person, which should be fun. Or at least enlightening. I really want to see what the local writing scene is like outside of NaNoWriMo (which, while awesome, is not necessarily a professional endeavor).
Of course, when I started getting frustrated at work today, all I had to do was let my mind wander back to this past weekend. I spent some time with friends who made me feel like life was a movie, and I was playing the role of sidekick (but in a good way!). I got to watch some awesome moments that felt as if they should have been in a movie or a book, and I loved every second of it.
You know, maybe today wasn't as bad as I originally thought it was.
Also, I'm watching a terribly cheesy movie as I'm writing this, which always makes me feel better!
How was your Monday?
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Sara
Sara stared down at her hands. The sticky, red trails almost seemed to move as she watched them.
"So much blood," she murmured. Shouldn't it be hot? Or at least warm? But her hands were cold, even with the blood on them. Sara turned her hands over. The blood was everywhere. It had left her hands and moved towards her elbows. It had dripped onto the floor.
No, dripped was the wrong word. Dripping was slow, gentle, painless. The blood had poured from Andy's body, even as she had tried to stop it.
The blood had been warm then, she thought. It had been hot, and pulsing, and alive under her hands. It had a mind of its own, ready to escape the confines of a body, ready to see the world.
She had tried. She did everything she knew how to do. Except gloves, came the thought from the back of her mind. She should have put on gloves before touching blood. That's what they had taught in her first aid class, so many years ago.
There was no time to find gloves, though. Sara didn't know if she even owned any. The only thing she could do was try to cover the gaping wound as Andy grew pale. And scream. She vaguely remembered screaming.
"Miss?" The deep voice made Sara jump. She looked up from her hands into a the eyes of someone who had seen this before. "Please, come with me. We need to get you cleaned up."
"It's Andy's blood," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I should keep it for him."
"Andy doesn't need that blood, sweetheart," the man said, sympathy written across his face. "Come on. We'll get you taken care of."
"It's Andy's blood," Sara repeated, looking back down at her hands as the man helped her up, wrapping the blanket more securely around her. "I should keep Andy's blood." It was easier to look at the blood than to remember how the light had faded from his eyes.
She could swear she still saw the blood moving.
"So much blood," she murmured. Shouldn't it be hot? Or at least warm? But her hands were cold, even with the blood on them. Sara turned her hands over. The blood was everywhere. It had left her hands and moved towards her elbows. It had dripped onto the floor.
No, dripped was the wrong word. Dripping was slow, gentle, painless. The blood had poured from Andy's body, even as she had tried to stop it.
The blood had been warm then, she thought. It had been hot, and pulsing, and alive under her hands. It had a mind of its own, ready to escape the confines of a body, ready to see the world.
She had tried. She did everything she knew how to do. Except gloves, came the thought from the back of her mind. She should have put on gloves before touching blood. That's what they had taught in her first aid class, so many years ago.
There was no time to find gloves, though. Sara didn't know if she even owned any. The only thing she could do was try to cover the gaping wound as Andy grew pale. And scream. She vaguely remembered screaming.
"Miss?" The deep voice made Sara jump. She looked up from her hands into a the eyes of someone who had seen this before. "Please, come with me. We need to get you cleaned up."
"It's Andy's blood," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I should keep it for him."
"Andy doesn't need that blood, sweetheart," the man said, sympathy written across his face. "Come on. We'll get you taken care of."
"It's Andy's blood," Sara repeated, looking back down at her hands as the man helped her up, wrapping the blanket more securely around her. "I should keep Andy's blood." It was easier to look at the blood than to remember how the light had faded from his eyes.
She could swear she still saw the blood moving.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Signs of Summer
Is there something that signals the arrival of summer for you?
For me, at least these days, the first lightning bug is the sign that summer is here. I saw the first lightning bug of the season earlier this week, and it just made me grin. It didn't matter that temperatures had been in the 80's and 90's for weeks, or that my office planted the summer flowers. It's not summer in the south until I see a lightning bug.
It's funny, because I actually had never seen a real live lightning bug until I moved to the South almost four years ago. I'd heard of them, of course, and seen them on TV and in movies, but I had never seen one. The first night I was outside in the summer, the whole yard was full of them. I just stood there and stared at them, for a very long time.
I'm not a fan of bugs, usually, but these guys are special. There's something almost magical about them, and I still find myself just standing outside at night, watching the lightning bugs flying through the sky.
For me, at least these days, the first lightning bug is the sign that summer is here. I saw the first lightning bug of the season earlier this week, and it just made me grin. It didn't matter that temperatures had been in the 80's and 90's for weeks, or that my office planted the summer flowers. It's not summer in the south until I see a lightning bug.
It's funny, because I actually had never seen a real live lightning bug until I moved to the South almost four years ago. I'd heard of them, of course, and seen them on TV and in movies, but I had never seen one. The first night I was outside in the summer, the whole yard was full of them. I just stood there and stared at them, for a very long time.
I'm not a fan of bugs, usually, but these guys are special. There's something almost magical about them, and I still find myself just standing outside at night, watching the lightning bugs flying through the sky.
Monday, May 30, 2011
I'm ba-a-a-a-ck!
Yes, that's right, after almost two weeks away, I have returned!
So what was I doing to keep myself so busy I couldn't blog? Well, I'll tell you! I was at the theatre. A lot. Like, every night. I just finished stage managing a show, and it kept me out until after 11 every night. Back in the day, when I was all young and stuff, that wouldn't have been a problem. Now, though... my usual bedtime is 10, so being out till after 11 is problematic, to say the least. By the time I'd get home, take care of Mia, get my stuff together for the next day, and do my night-time tooth-cleaning-face-washing-wind-down routine, I was hitting the hay after midnight.
But the show is now finished, and it was a fabulous success!
Today, being Memorial Day, was a day off from work, so not only did I not have to go back to the theatre, I didn't have to go to work, either! It was glorious! Of course, I woke up at my usual time. The light in the summer makes Mia wake up much earlier than I'd like, and she won't let me sleep. Since I was up, I decided to have a productive day. I did 7 loads of laundry, knit 14 rows of Baby Bear's blanket, packed two more boxes, watched Julie & Julia, The Pursuit of Happyness, Mona Lisa Smile, and Fame, and the first four episodes of Season 1 of Dexter. Wow. I also made lunch and dinner, walked the dog several times, and vacuumed my living room.
Oh, and I've been working on a new story. It's not on paper (or screen) yet, but I'm ironing out some details in my mind, and I should have something tangible very soon. It's nice, doing some more writing. I've been on a reading kick lately, and it was a nice break from writing, but I'm ready to dive back in.
What about you, blogglings? What have you been up to for the last few weeks?
So what was I doing to keep myself so busy I couldn't blog? Well, I'll tell you! I was at the theatre. A lot. Like, every night. I just finished stage managing a show, and it kept me out until after 11 every night. Back in the day, when I was all young and stuff, that wouldn't have been a problem. Now, though... my usual bedtime is 10, so being out till after 11 is problematic, to say the least. By the time I'd get home, take care of Mia, get my stuff together for the next day, and do my night-time tooth-cleaning-face-washing-wind-down routine, I was hitting the hay after midnight.
But the show is now finished, and it was a fabulous success!
Today, being Memorial Day, was a day off from work, so not only did I not have to go back to the theatre, I didn't have to go to work, either! It was glorious! Of course, I woke up at my usual time. The light in the summer makes Mia wake up much earlier than I'd like, and she won't let me sleep. Since I was up, I decided to have a productive day. I did 7 loads of laundry, knit 14 rows of Baby Bear's blanket, packed two more boxes, watched Julie & Julia, The Pursuit of Happyness, Mona Lisa Smile, and Fame, and the first four episodes of Season 1 of Dexter. Wow. I also made lunch and dinner, walked the dog several times, and vacuumed my living room.
Oh, and I've been working on a new story. It's not on paper (or screen) yet, but I'm ironing out some details in my mind, and I should have something tangible very soon. It's nice, doing some more writing. I've been on a reading kick lately, and it was a nice break from writing, but I'm ready to dive back in.
What about you, blogglings? What have you been up to for the last few weeks?
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Let's do the time warp!
This has been such a weird week... actually, it's been a weird month. I swear, the week has started out with three days' worth of Mondays. Not just any Mondays, but particularly long Mondays. It's been bad enough that I haven't been able to figure out what day it actually is without looking at my watch AND my phone, to make sure that one of them isn't lying to me.
Then, just as I'm resigning myself to the Monday-ness of the week, Thursday and Friday zoom by and suddenly it's Saturday. Wha?? So for the last month or so, my week has been: Sunday, Mooooooondaaaaaaay, Mooooooondaaaaaaay, Mooooooondaaaaaaay, Thursdayfriday, Saturday. It is making me all sleepy.
I'm trying to figure out why the days have been so weird. At first, I thought that it was maybe because I'm trying to get up early three days a week to exercise. The problem with that theory is two-fold: first, I've only been doing this for two weeks, not for a month. Second, I'm doing the exercise thing Monday-Wednesday-Friday, not Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday (or Mooooooondaaaaaaay-Mooooooondaaaaaaay-Mooooooondaaaaaaay). So I've got no idea.
Is anyone else experiencing this disturbance in the space-time continuum, or is it just me?
Then, just as I'm resigning myself to the Monday-ness of the week, Thursday and Friday zoom by and suddenly it's Saturday. Wha?? So for the last month or so, my week has been: Sunday, Mooooooondaaaaaaay, Mooooooondaaaaaaay, Mooooooondaaaaaaay, Thursdayfriday, Saturday. It is making me all sleepy.
I'm trying to figure out why the days have been so weird. At first, I thought that it was maybe because I'm trying to get up early three days a week to exercise. The problem with that theory is two-fold: first, I've only been doing this for two weeks, not for a month. Second, I'm doing the exercise thing Monday-Wednesday-Friday, not Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday (or Mooooooondaaaaaaay-Mooooooondaaaaaaay-Mooooooondaaaaaaay). So I've got no idea.
Is anyone else experiencing this disturbance in the space-time continuum, or is it just me?
Friday, April 1, 2011
Feeling foolish?
Normally, on April Fools' Day, I'll run across some really great pranks online. This year, I didn't see many, sadly. I did see several amusing announcements, though! I loved Nathan Fillion's, though the possibility of Castle getting cancelled made me worry for a second. Kiersten White's and Lynn Viehl's blogs made me giggle, too. And I'm left wondering if Blogger's new "View" thing is an April Fools' joke... it doesn't seem, well, useful.
Oddly enough, no one at work pulled any pranks or jokes or anything... unless you count the guys who came to install the new furniture, then left, saying that the tabletops were cut wrong, and that they'd be back Monday. Except for the part where that wasn't a joke.
Also, some of my Canadian family and friends got a prank from Spring. It snowed.
I can't remember the last time I was on the giving end of an April Fools' joke. While I can be witty or even amusing on paper and in real life, I just don't have the right kind of funny to pull off a prank.
What about you, blogglings? Did you find anything good out there today? Did you pull a prank?
Oddly enough, no one at work pulled any pranks or jokes or anything... unless you count the guys who came to install the new furniture, then left, saying that the tabletops were cut wrong, and that they'd be back Monday. Except for the part where that wasn't a joke.
Also, some of my Canadian family and friends got a prank from Spring. It snowed.
I can't remember the last time I was on the giving end of an April Fools' joke. While I can be witty or even amusing on paper and in real life, I just don't have the right kind of funny to pull off a prank.
What about you, blogglings? Did you find anything good out there today? Did you pull a prank?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Finally! Finished a few!
This week has been, well, crazy. I'm feeling pulled in a dozen different directions, and I've been multitasking beyond my standard capacity at work, but that's okay. I went out shopping last night, and in addition to buying the pillowform I needed for one of my projects (see below!), I bought a new notebook. There's just something that feels good about a new notebook. I used to be a Moleskin gal, but lately, I've been using the Ecosystem notebooks and loving them. I'm feeling the need to write by hand, and I'm about to start the re-write on HEA, and it just felt right. So the new version will start out hand-written in a pink notebook. Very princess.
I've put the blanket for Otter/Baby Bear on hold, mostly because I tried doing the color-blocked section, hated the way it was turning out, and ended up frogging ten rows of blanket. Otter, you'll appreciate this - I'm using Grandma's needles for the blanket! Our grandma was notorious for getting almost all the way done with a project, realizing she had made a mistake somewhere earlier, then ripping out the whole thing and starting again. I didn't rip out the whole thing - I kept the first 100 rows, so it's not too bad. But I'm waiting until I have time to go to the yarn store and ask for advice on how to proceed.
In the meantime, I've actually finished two other projects. The first was a birthday present for a friend - Matt bought a sock monkey for Brie, and wanted her name embroidered into a tattoo on its arm (like those commercials where the toys went crazy - do you remember them?). I've been putting it off for months, but tonight, I finished it! It wasn't hard at all, and it didn't take long to do, but I just didn't get around to it. Now, though, it's off the list!
I've put the blanket for Otter/Baby Bear on hold, mostly because I tried doing the color-blocked section, hated the way it was turning out, and ended up frogging ten rows of blanket. Otter, you'll appreciate this - I'm using Grandma's needles for the blanket! Our grandma was notorious for getting almost all the way done with a project, realizing she had made a mistake somewhere earlier, then ripping out the whole thing and starting again. I didn't rip out the whole thing - I kept the first 100 rows, so it's not too bad. But I'm waiting until I have time to go to the yarn store and ask for advice on how to proceed.
In the meantime, I've actually finished two other projects. The first was a birthday present for a friend - Matt bought a sock monkey for Brie, and wanted her name embroidered into a tattoo on its arm (like those commercials where the toys went crazy - do you remember them?). I've been putting it off for months, but tonight, I finished it! It wasn't hard at all, and it didn't take long to do, but I just didn't get around to it. Now, though, it's off the list!
The other project I finished (at 10:30, which is after I wanted to be in bed, and has delayed this post) is a sweater-turned-pillow. I started this one YEARS ago after finding this awesome yarn. Unfortunately, I didn't get enough to actually finish the sweater I started, but I really liked the pattern. So I modified it, and voila! Years later, a knit/crochet pillow cover. I'm pretty happy with it. And there's just enough of the yarn left to make a simple scarf or something small. Maybe.
So that's what I've done while waiting impatiently for the weekend.
Friday, March 25, 2011
I love Buffy.
Let me just say, you guys are awesome, blogglings! Thanks for the well-wishes in the comments and via text. I'm still sniffling, and my eyes are a bit itchy, but now that I've got my allergy drops, things are better.
Last night, I finished watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer again. I think this is the fourth or fifth time I've watched the whole series through, and it made me cry again. I think that's the mark of a good story - even though I knew how it ended, even though there was no element of surprise, even though I knew who would live and who would die - I had an emotional reaction to it. I connected with the characters. I could identify with their flaws, and I admired their strengths. Joss Whedon's world, the Buffyverse, was filled out. It wasn't just a random town with a bunch of demons thrown in. Buffy wasn't just some girl with superpowers. Spike wasn't just a blood-sucking fiend. Every character, even one like Anya, who was supposed to be almost one-dimensional because she was an ex-demon who didn't understand humans, every one of them was real to me. The writers on the show were consistent and true to the characters. If they hadn't been... I don't think I would have cried. Again.
My favourite part, though? I loved how the end of the series felt like the end of the series, but not the end of the characters lives. Granted, I now know that Joss went on to create a series of graphic novels that continue the story, but still, I didn't get the feeling that, once the show ended, the gang would go and rent an apartment in LA and sit around doing nothing.
And speaking of the Buffy graphic novels... I'm so disappointed that I can't read them! I tried. I picked one up at Barnes & Noble, and I tried, but my brain just doesn't like graphic novels. I feel all ADD, and I can't follow the flow, and it is incredibly disappointing!
But not as disappointing as hearing that there's talk of a new Buffy movie, and that Joss Whedon won't be involved. Seriously??? I'm a hard-core fan (you may have figured that out on your own...), but if Joss isn't involved, I won't be watching the movie.
Tonight, there is no photo of the blanket in progress, partly because my camera is running low on battery and I can't find the power cord, and partly because, well, it looks the same, just longer. But here are the stats:
Section A: 10/10 rows complete
Section B: 86/90 rows complete
Section C: 0/111 rows complete
Section D: 0/90 rows complete
Section E: 0/10 rows complete
Balls of yarn used up: 3
Total length: 13.25 inches
Percentage complete: 30%
And tomorrow, I think I'll head to the yarn store to get some professional advice on how to do the different colours...
Last night, I finished watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer again. I think this is the fourth or fifth time I've watched the whole series through, and it made me cry again. I think that's the mark of a good story - even though I knew how it ended, even though there was no element of surprise, even though I knew who would live and who would die - I had an emotional reaction to it. I connected with the characters. I could identify with their flaws, and I admired their strengths. Joss Whedon's world, the Buffyverse, was filled out. It wasn't just a random town with a bunch of demons thrown in. Buffy wasn't just some girl with superpowers. Spike wasn't just a blood-sucking fiend. Every character, even one like Anya, who was supposed to be almost one-dimensional because she was an ex-demon who didn't understand humans, every one of them was real to me. The writers on the show were consistent and true to the characters. If they hadn't been... I don't think I would have cried. Again.
My favourite part, though? I loved how the end of the series felt like the end of the series, but not the end of the characters lives. Granted, I now know that Joss went on to create a series of graphic novels that continue the story, but still, I didn't get the feeling that, once the show ended, the gang would go and rent an apartment in LA and sit around doing nothing.
And speaking of the Buffy graphic novels... I'm so disappointed that I can't read them! I tried. I picked one up at Barnes & Noble, and I tried, but my brain just doesn't like graphic novels. I feel all ADD, and I can't follow the flow, and it is incredibly disappointing!
But not as disappointing as hearing that there's talk of a new Buffy movie, and that Joss Whedon won't be involved. Seriously??? I'm a hard-core fan (you may have figured that out on your own...), but if Joss isn't involved, I won't be watching the movie.
Tonight, there is no photo of the blanket in progress, partly because my camera is running low on battery and I can't find the power cord, and partly because, well, it looks the same, just longer. But here are the stats:
Section A: 10/10 rows complete
Section B: 86/90 rows complete
Section C: 0/111 rows complete
Section D: 0/90 rows complete
Section E: 0/10 rows complete
Balls of yarn used up: 3
Total length: 13.25 inches
Percentage complete: 30%
And tomorrow, I think I'll head to the yarn store to get some professional advice on how to do the different colours...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I want to scratch my eyeballs out of my head
I have allergies.
This isn't, like, news to me. I've had allergies for most of my life. And actually, the older I get, the more I seem to develop, which seems totally unfair, since the rest of the world apparently outgrows allergies with age.
Somehow, I managed to avoid most of the pollen issues that everyone seems to have in this area for my first three springtimes. Unfortunately, this year, it's getting to me. I'm having a hard time telling, though, if it's true allergies, or just due to the ridiculous levels of pollen in the air. Every morning, my red car looks yellow. And I've washed it twice in the last week.
In any case, my eyes are so itchy tonight that I can barely keep them open, so I'll be retiring now to listen to audiobooks and knit some dishcloths (because I can - and will - literally knit those with my eyes closed), and I'll try not to rub my eyes too much.
Man, if only I didn't spend my days working with eyes and knowing how bad it is to rub at them!
Day 5:
Section A: 10/10 rows complete
Section B: 62/90 rows complete
Section C: 0/111 rows complete
Section D: 0/90 rows complete
Section E: 0/10 rows
Balls of yarn used up: 2
Total length: 10.5 inches
Percentage complete: 23%
This isn't, like, news to me. I've had allergies for most of my life. And actually, the older I get, the more I seem to develop, which seems totally unfair, since the rest of the world apparently outgrows allergies with age.
Somehow, I managed to avoid most of the pollen issues that everyone seems to have in this area for my first three springtimes. Unfortunately, this year, it's getting to me. I'm having a hard time telling, though, if it's true allergies, or just due to the ridiculous levels of pollen in the air. Every morning, my red car looks yellow. And I've washed it twice in the last week.
In any case, my eyes are so itchy tonight that I can barely keep them open, so I'll be retiring now to listen to audiobooks and knit some dishcloths (because I can - and will - literally knit those with my eyes closed), and I'll try not to rub my eyes too much.
Man, if only I didn't spend my days working with eyes and knowing how bad it is to rub at them!
Day 5:
Section A: 10/10 rows complete
Section B: 62/90 rows complete
Section C: 0/111 rows complete
Section D: 0/90 rows complete
Section E: 0/10 rows
Balls of yarn used up: 2
Total length: 10.5 inches
Percentage complete: 23%
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