Busy weekend! Look, I know it was busy, why is it so hard to remember what I did? Well, among other things I went to see The Grand Budapest Hotel with Mom and Dad, which was fun. I hardly ever get to do things like that with them. :) I actually spent most of the rest of Sunday at the cinema cafe, writing, and I got a heartening 4700 words written–an entire chapter in this new project–over the course of the day. The book is at just under 21K, I’ve…
Category: Daily Life
come along, my darling
Yesterday on Moore Street I noticed a man who looked kind of like a blunt-cut, knock-off Michael Fassbender. Good looking, if not as good looking as Fassbender. A minute later Young Indiana wandered several steps away from me and stopped to look at something. I said, “Come along, my darling,” and the Fassbender knock-off turned toward me in slow surprise. I laughed and said, “Wrong darling, sorry,” and off we all went our separate ways. :) I keep trying to make posts and I can’t think of anything to write…
Everything is awesome!
I haven’t liked a “hit song within the context of a movieverse” so much since “Backdoor Lover” in Josie & the Pussycats. I thought the movie was at best moderately amusing, but the song, I find hysterical. Also it’s better than almost anything for clearing earworms, and I’d far rather be singing “Everything is awesome!” than the theme song to Sheriff Callie. @.@ (I asked on Twitter what special level of hell was reserved for people who put “Everything is Awesome” as their ring tone, and a friend said it…
questionable content
I tell you, I look at Questionable Content all the time and think, “If I did a web comic five days a week every week for ten years I too would improve hugely with my artistic skills. That would be so great. I should do that!” Then I go “ahahahah in my copious free time ahahahaha ideas ahahahah :p” and that’s pretty much the end of that. Still. It would be cool.
switcharoo
Due to the sounds of traffic outside being slightly overwhelming to Young Indiana, we spent Saturday switching all the rooms around. Or their contents, anyway (pedants). Young Indiana’s room moved into what had been our bedroom, our bedroom moved into what had been the office/guest room, and the office moved into what had been Indy’s room. He’s happy because he can’t hear the cars now. I’m happy because I have a dedicated office. I had, of course, just finished tidying the *old* office, and now this one is a disaster.…