Shameless self-acceptance
Last night I spent a fun half hour reading old fic of mine and finding myself amusing. Isn't it nice when you can do that, instead of cringing at everything past-you has done? I feel fortunate not to have as many hangups as I once did. It made me really want to write again, if only to entertain my future self.
I have been freaking exhausted for as long as I can remember (yay, work!) so I decided to stay home today. And instead I ran around doing stuff all day. Maybe tomorrow? Time and space tomorrow? Breathing room?
I had a print that I ordered a few years ago that I decided to finally have framed. Holy shit, framing is expensive. The process was like 65% off today on promo and it was still so prohibitively expensive that I hesitate to admit how much I paid for fear of appearing to be careless with money. That fucking fish picture better pop like woah in my hallway or wherever the hell it ends up. :\
Watched Beyond The Lights with my mom tonight - we had a little girls' night together. We both enjoyed it a lot and of course if I wasn't in love with Gugu Mbatha-Raw before, her transformation in this movie from sex kitten to real human woman in all her glory would have done it. This film was on so many critics' lists of the best films of 2014 and I never heard a single soul outside my film podcasts and comms even mention it. Then I looked at the credits and found out why: it's a movie written, directed, shot, lit, edited, cast, choreographed and costumed by women. So of course it got a Best Song nomination (the worst, stupidest category in all of Oscar) and was universally ignored in all other aspects. UGH.
Now I feel like watching melodramatc trash for some reason. What Tyler Perry movies are on Netflix (and aren't Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counsellor, because I've seen that masterpiece already)?
I have been freaking exhausted for as long as I can remember (yay, work!) so I decided to stay home today. And instead I ran around doing stuff all day. Maybe tomorrow? Time and space tomorrow? Breathing room?
I had a print that I ordered a few years ago that I decided to finally have framed. Holy shit, framing is expensive. The process was like 65% off today on promo and it was still so prohibitively expensive that I hesitate to admit how much I paid for fear of appearing to be careless with money. That fucking fish picture better pop like woah in my hallway or wherever the hell it ends up. :\
Watched Beyond The Lights with my mom tonight - we had a little girls' night together. We both enjoyed it a lot and of course if I wasn't in love with Gugu Mbatha-Raw before, her transformation in this movie from sex kitten to real human woman in all her glory would have done it. This film was on so many critics' lists of the best films of 2014 and I never heard a single soul outside my film podcasts and comms even mention it. Then I looked at the credits and found out why: it's a movie written, directed, shot, lit, edited, cast, choreographed and costumed by women. So of course it got a Best Song nomination (the worst, stupidest category in all of Oscar) and was universally ignored in all other aspects. UGH.
Now I feel like watching melodramatc trash for some reason. What Tyler Perry movies are on Netflix (and aren't Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counsellor, because I've seen that masterpiece already)?