“I lived the boys and their comedy, but it took me 25 years to ‘enjoy’ not knowing what is going to happen on a set. My acting training is formal and I was fresh out of Hamlet-land and the Julliard School. The boys always wanted me to have more fun, but I wanted to be good and I took it all way too seriously.”
The pessimist in me thinks that this is foolishness, and that people would simply walk away with items. Or that people would simply take money from the box (when we looked, here was nothing inside).
Stumps. Railroad tracks. Early sicknesses,
the blue one, especially.
Your first love rounding a corner,
that snowy minefield.
It’s been several years now, and there’s just a twinge of sadness each time I step foot into the museum. As amazing and awesome as the displays are, I do always find myself imagining the crowds having gone, and the lights dimming. I found myself looking around at various locations, wondering what it would be like to try to sleep at this exhibit, or over under this display.
From my point of view, it’s just super weird to see the Green Lantern logo on a cape like this. I mean, why not give Aquaman a cape while we’re at it? Gleek, that blue space monkey from Superfriends had a cape, so why not? Capes for everyone.
Many months ago, Justin was taking a printmaking class, and learned that his instructor created a lot of artwork based around bunny rabbits. He commissioned her to do a small portrait of Baxter (our rabbit, who passed away last year). It was an incredibly touching gift, and I know Liz was incredibly moved by it.
On walking out to our car this morning, I spotted a smiley face in Bob and Julie’s car – a combination of early morning condensation and a little reflection. To me, it looked like the car was smiling – which in turn made me smile.
Ingress is a mobile game that involves warring factions battling to control specific, physical points in the real world. I first heard about this game last year, but at the time it was only available for Android devices. I learned yesterday, that an iOS version was available… and decided to check it out.
Every headstone in every cemetery is a marker of loss, of what was and is no longer. But particularly painful are the headstones of children, which mark both loss and potential – of all that could have been.
I have this really bad habit – something I’ve noticed in myself, over the years. When doing something new, if I don’t do it correct or perfect the first time, I get very frustrated. Naturally, it takes repetition and practice. But I notice that I want to be good at something, right out of the game.
We went through a process of throwing in some sand, wetting it down with water, and then tamping it down. Repeated this for a while (though I have to say, having a spigot and working water again in the basement feels like a treat and a luxury).
Down in the basement, I got to see what our plumber had been up to. He’s successfully replaced our lead pipe, and things are markedly less dangerous/unstable. We were originally going to have to freeze the pipe to work on it, but he was able to do it without the freezing (and ended up saving us a few hundred dollars, as a result).
In watching the endless shapes and colors float by, I found myself wondering how someone controls where a hot air balloon goes. I get that the flame thing helps the balloon to rise, but how does one control something that just has one button? Outside of the bursts of ascension, is a hot air balloon ride essentially a very slow descent?
My Militia Weekend: A Liberal, Female Blogger at the 2014 Alaska Militia, Prepper, and Survivalist Rendezvous
“[...] I really don’t want to exit and reenter ‘the perimeter’ right now. So, after doing a terrain assessment of the inside of my car, and a supply check, I opt for Plan B. I wait for the patrol to go by, and launch Operation ‘Pee in My Travel Mug.’”
Well this seems like an extremely unfair way to go about treating trespassers… haven’t they suffered enough?