Jun 06, 2014 14:24
Yesterday, I hallucinated a pickle. It was quite disturbing - I moved to daintily remove the offending vegetable from my french fries and there actually was NO pickle. I really do not see why, if I hallucinate something, that something could not be John or Rodney or Lex or Arthur or Merlin or one of my other imaginary TV fantasy boyfriends.
But no. It was a PICKLE, and a quite completely insubstantial pickle at that.
So, David Hewlett - manic all the time or just brilliant? Or both? I've been marathonning his video blog and finding some of it funny, some of it boring, and a lot of it useful. Although why he would move back to Toronto in time for the worst winter we east coasters have had in 50 years...poor wee man, coming from Santa Monica and all. I'm taking one of his suggestions that it is a good thing to do something in the creative realm daily, rather than waiting for perfection and/or inspiration to grab me by my maidenly scruff and have it's wicked way with me.
(Yes, this is me being creative. I'm monstrously out of practice.)
And why the heck can't any of my other fangirl crushes do this kind of thing? I'd PAY to see a regular video blog by the rest of my boys, or twitter posts that make sense or have meaning and ... how to put this diplomatically? OH Alas, they are either too private or too technologically phobic to delve into twitter (not that I would ever remember to go read their twitters, I would just like to know that the posts, like Mt. Rushmore, are THERE).
In other news, Annie and I are not getting married - we talked about it and really, at 30-plus years .it seems a bit unnecessary, though we're not tabling it completely, but we want to see if there are challenges here in PA and also how the Commonwealth's laws change
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