My Draggy Weekend Flim Flam

I was busy yesterday doing piano work, so I didn’t get the Friday mish-mash up. Because I’M NOT THAT UP TO DATE ON SHIT AND I DON’T HAVE MY BLOG POSTS PRE-MADE OKAY.

Now I’m really groggy and slow this Saturday, because I was tired after work yesterday and cold, and wound up snuggling in my bed with my dog and cats and napped late in the evening. Then I felt guilty for being so inactive so I exercised at 11 at night, and further ruined my already tenuous sleep pattern. Also, I got started reading The Arrangement by Mary Balogh, so I think I finally drifted to sleep around 5 in the morning.

ANYWAY.

Here’s a really, REALLY sexy video of dessert. You should probably just check out the whole Carte Noir YouTube playlist. 

Also, a star just got swallowed by a space-time warp. Space-time fabric weirds me out. In a good way. But still. Fucking magnets, man. How do they work. That’s how I feel about space. It’s magical and too goddamned vast for my brain to grasp. And I love it.

I’m currently doing some studying on writing, and might start regurgitating the advice and information I’m picking up here. If I do, it’d be more for myself than anything, as a place to put the pertinent notes I’ve marked in various books and blogs. So it wouldn’t be at all comprehensive, would likely seem lopsided as what I’m bookmarking is stuff that will hopefully help my own weaknesses. But, yeah.

Man, I’m dopey today.

First Music Monday of 2015, OK… GO!

Excuse me while I be a crotchety old hag for a minute and… or… er… is that supposed to be crotchety old hipster, instead? I don’t know. Anyway, my point is, OK Go is one of those bands that I loved WAY before they made it. I saw them open for They Might Be Giants in Boston, before they had an album to peddle, when they only had two EPs of awesomeness. And I have loved them ever since. They just never stop being awesome. Case in point? Their new album. And everything on it. EVERYTHING.

 

See? Awesome.

Friday not-so-random shit

HI INTERNETS!

Welcome to 2015 and all that shit. I have some mish-mash links for you at the bottom of this post, if you want to skip the “me” stuff.

So. I’ve been kind of at a loss for anything heartfelt to say these past months, what with all the racism, transphobia, homophobia, sexism, classism, and general bigotry flying around. It’s crushing to see how fucked up the human race is, how much hate there still is in this world, and combined with the awareness of my own privilege as a cisgender, white, lower-middleclass American, I’ve struggled to find anything eloquent and organized enough to say, so I’ve pretty much been reduced to reblogs and link-passing.

On the non-political/humanitarian front, I’m officially burned out on book blogs and writing blogs, very lightly skimming headlines and occasional content. My two, mediocre little self-published releases frankly don’t bring in enough attention or money for me to give two shits about what Amazon is doing, or where the future of ebooks is. I just need to focus on writing actual stories, so fuck all the sniping and gossiping and hand-wringing.

Writing has been mostly “off” as well, while I figured out what my problems are: mainly a weakness in understanding and utilizing plot structure, and general frustration with trying to shoehorn stories into a romance formula. Both can be corrected, but that means taking a deep breath and patiently refocusing. All behind-the-scenes shit.

So what I’m saying is I’m still here. Same-o, same-oh.

Resolutions? Eh. Read more – a LOT more. Listen more – a LOT more. Treat every day that’s not a planned day off as a work day. Get health insurance, somehow. See a doctor and make my husband do the same. Fix up / restring my piano, get rid of the three other pianos in my house, fix up the digital piano I picked up. Polish off all the old pieces I mis-learned and add some more music to my repertoire. Blog more. Write. None of this is anything exclusive to January 1st, 2015.

All that said, have some links that are relevant to my mood, plus some urban exploration:

When you start to do these 20 things today, your life will be greatly improved. Okay, 20 is kind of a high number. Try just one at a time. They’re all pretty good, and none of them involve stupid shit like dieting or abusing your body or psyche.

20 Signs you Really Hate People. Gif-stravaganza. Oh, man, is this me to a tee. An oldy but a goody.

Urban exploration of the Burlington Bunker. “Under the Corsham Cotswalds approximately eighty feet below ground beneath RAF Corsham, lies the UK’s largest underground bunker and for sixty years one of the best kept secrets in modern MOD history. Burlington bunker. Assembled as an emergency relocation site for the British government if the threat of nuclear war ever became reality. The bunker boasts some impressive ‘sections’ from a BBC broadcasting suite to a Hospital all accessible via 10 miles of ‘road’.” AKA Really Cool Shit.

And finally, if you just want some pretentious hipster eye candy, there’s an Instagram of nothing but Men and Coffee. You’re welcome.

Currently listening to: Pure Heroine by Lorde

Race ya.

As much as I like to claim I’m being a writer, I have grappled with saying anything of my own about Ferguson. Because I have so many goddamned feelings of anger, helplessness, grief, frustration, incredulous disbelief, sadness, and hopelessness. And I simply don’t have the eloquence and patience to cover all my bases and form all of my own brainstuff into anything that would even touch how spot-on this post is. I am in tears. And I’m really grateful someone out there put the right thoughts and words together for me.