Thursday, October 29, 2009
zombies are so 2004.
warning. warning. miniature plastic glow-in-the-dark zombies dig cameras. warning.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
skeletal postal greetings
There is one thing in the world of blogs that has perplexed me for quite a while. The pictures. Some people seem to take lots and lots of pictures and post them, daily, on their blogs. Where do you people FIND THE TIME???
The posting of pictures is a huuuuuuuuge time sucker for me. The downloading to the computer, the re-sizing for publication, etc. Maybe I'm being too complex. And my elderly laptop seems to have quite a few problems with having Photoshop open. And it just gets worse when ImageReady is opened. It has taken me almost an hour to download and compare shots and re-size and blehhhhhhhhhhhhh
And now Blogger is telling me a couple of my files are corrupt and I think I must have screwed up somewhere, editing in Photoshop and resizing in ImageReady or vice versa. And now Photoshop has just conked out. And did I mention it took me an hour? And now a few of my shots won't be uploaded. Because of some software inconsistency. ugh.
I think I need to change something in this uploading process.
I had this big! huge! bright! idea! that I would take pictures of the things I send in the mail, maybe even stuff I get in the mail. As something to do, you know? Because I haven't been in the writing and whining mood lately. But I'm just totally pissed off about how long this all takes. too much time. I gots things to do, you know. Things that don't involve developing carpal tunnel syndrome.
But, as promised only to myself, here are pictures of a big envelope with some little envelopes inside for some people I know in Montreal. All blurred/stamped/somewhat disguised. I could write entire massive epistles in the time it takes me to piss around with this computer. ugh.
At the top of the last 2 pictures, you can see piles of envelopes dedicated to the sending of our official moving announcements that I made. Maybe by the time you read this, I will have already put the announcements in the mail. I'm making myself DO things instead of just THINKING about doing things. It's a nice change. At least it gives me something to do. I'm all "productive" and "motivated" these days. I am very interested to see how long this phase lasts -- so far, much longer than it's usual 2 or 3 days.
And you can also see in a couple of pictures a peek of a card I bought from noncompos cards. Because it actually made me laugh when I saw it AND the ridiculousness of sending a greeting card for Halloween just could not be passed up. Even though I really should be spending my money on rice and beans and heating bills, not cards and postage. But, well. It's done, and done.
The posting of pictures is a huuuuuuuuge time sucker for me. The downloading to the computer, the re-sizing for publication, etc. Maybe I'm being too complex. And my elderly laptop seems to have quite a few problems with having Photoshop open. And it just gets worse when ImageReady is opened. It has taken me almost an hour to download and compare shots and re-size and blehhhhhhhhhhhhh
And now Blogger is telling me a couple of my files are corrupt and I think I must have screwed up somewhere, editing in Photoshop and resizing in ImageReady or vice versa. And now Photoshop has just conked out. And did I mention it took me an hour? And now a few of my shots won't be uploaded. Because of some software inconsistency. ugh.
I think I need to change something in this uploading process.
I had this big! huge! bright! idea! that I would take pictures of the things I send in the mail, maybe even stuff I get in the mail. As something to do, you know? Because I haven't been in the writing and whining mood lately. But I'm just totally pissed off about how long this all takes. too much time. I gots things to do, you know. Things that don't involve developing carpal tunnel syndrome.
But, as promised only to myself, here are pictures of a big envelope with some little envelopes inside for some people I know in Montreal. All blurred/stamped/somewhat disguised. I could write entire massive epistles in the time it takes me to piss around with this computer. ugh.
At the top of the last 2 pictures, you can see piles of envelopes dedicated to the sending of our official moving announcements that I made. Maybe by the time you read this, I will have already put the announcements in the mail. I'm making myself DO things instead of just THINKING about doing things. It's a nice change. At least it gives me something to do. I'm all "productive" and "motivated" these days. I am very interested to see how long this phase lasts -- so far, much longer than it's usual 2 or 3 days.
And you can also see in a couple of pictures a peek of a card I bought from noncompos cards. Because it actually made me laugh when I saw it AND the ridiculousness of sending a greeting card for Halloween just could not be passed up. Even though I really should be spending my money on rice and beans and heating bills, not cards and postage. But, well. It's done, and done.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
birthday card project reciprocation #8
Nadine sent me the coolest damn thing in the mail. While it is completely and totally true that every single piece of mail I got through this experiment thrilled me to pieces, Nadine's cardboard contribution had a door that opened and had a doll inside. And while I was rummaging around for things to put on cards, I noticed that this postcard had a section that had become unglued, creating a pocket. An envelope postcard pocket. So I put a little something extra inside the pocket. Call it a bookmark, if you like.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
the demise of Shitty Book Club
I know there are hordes of people out there who have been impatiently waiting for news about Shitty Book Club. Hordes. Throngs. Mobs, really. Clamouring for more information.
I was serious about Shitty Book Club. I was even going to attend a workshop thinger at the library all about Starting Your Own Book Club, except the kindly librarian type at the info desk didn't know what I was talking about and sometimes I get gripped by a grand Monster of Insecurity and thought that maybe I had read the web site wrong. Even though I knew I hadn't. So I ended up walking away, unsigned up, and wondering why I am such a complete pussy.
But what really killed Shitty Book Club is that I started reading Twilight. The grand dame of Shitty Books everywhere, or so I have been told by multiple sources. I even made notes! If not for Shitty Book Club, then I thought that maybe I would review it for Satan's Book Club. Because I'm all tight with that book club's main administrator and we have had real-life discussions about Twilight.
Well, it just so happens that I cannot be bothered with finishing the book. I don't actually want to waste my time on shitty books. I have recently been reading a spattering of well-written books:
and I have too little time to waste on shit. So fuck that shit. Fuck Twilight. Fuck Stephenie Meyer's boring adolescent diary narration, fuck her lack of respect for her readers by writing sentences like "I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other" and "I walked alertly to the cafeteria..." WALKED ALERTLY? bleh. I made it to page 254, which is slightly over the half-way point. It's a very poorly written book.
Not to mention the fact that Bella has no personality and is in love with an asshole who treats her with cruelty: ignoring her, insulting her, stalking her, ignoring her again...
Maybe I'll try and find a non-shitty book club. A book club where the participants pass the bong while discussing...... um. What do people talk about at book clubs, anyway? Themes? Foreshadowing? The influence of Samuel Richardson's Pamela on contemporary epistolary novels? Are there any contemporary epistolary novels?
I was serious about Shitty Book Club. I was even going to attend a workshop thinger at the library all about Starting Your Own Book Club, except the kindly librarian type at the info desk didn't know what I was talking about and sometimes I get gripped by a grand Monster of Insecurity and thought that maybe I had read the web site wrong. Even though I knew I hadn't. So I ended up walking away, unsigned up, and wondering why I am such a complete pussy.
But what really killed Shitty Book Club is that I started reading Twilight. The grand dame of Shitty Books everywhere, or so I have been told by multiple sources. I even made notes! If not for Shitty Book Club, then I thought that maybe I would review it for Satan's Book Club. Because I'm all tight with that book club's main administrator and we have had real-life discussions about Twilight.
Well, it just so happens that I cannot be bothered with finishing the book. I don't actually want to waste my time on shitty books. I have recently been reading a spattering of well-written books:
Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking
Jane Jacobs' Dark Age Ahead
Mary Roach's Spook
Sarah Dunant's In the Company of the Courtesan
and I have too little time to waste on shit. So fuck that shit. Fuck Twilight. Fuck Stephenie Meyer's boring adolescent diary narration, fuck her lack of respect for her readers by writing sentences like "I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other" and "I walked alertly to the cafeteria..." WALKED ALERTLY? bleh. I made it to page 254, which is slightly over the half-way point. It's a very poorly written book.
Not to mention the fact that Bella has no personality and is in love with an asshole who treats her with cruelty: ignoring her, insulting her, stalking her, ignoring her again...
Maybe I'll try and find a non-shitty book club. A book club where the participants pass the bong while discussing...... um. What do people talk about at book clubs, anyway? Themes? Foreshadowing? The influence of Samuel Richardson's Pamela on contemporary epistolary novels? Are there any contemporary epistolary novels?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
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