2014 NaBloPoMo: Wednesday Nov 5
Good lord, how is it not even 5 pm yet? It's been Wednesday for at least two weeks...
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I have spent part of the day gluing glitter to squirt guns. Well, mostly waiting for the glue to dry between applications of glitter to the squirt guns. I am not sure I really qualify as sane anymore. Or ever did.
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I've been invited to two holiday "do's" in the past two days. I am not mentally, emotionally, or spiritually prepared for the procuring of evening wear this entails.
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Today's prompt:
Do you feel you have found your voice on your blog? What techniques have you tried to develop your voice in your writing? What are some characteristics of your personality in your writing?
What they heck are they talking about?
So instead, let's go with this question that everyone thinks about all the time everyday almost pretty much:
What's your favourite kind of architecture?
Why, thanks for asking! I have a weakness for Mid-century modern! You know, butterfly roofs and clerestory windows and linear, open design and and pony walls made of concrete screen block - all that stuff. (All the furniture should be Danish, teak, and profoundly uncomfortable, but a feast for the eyes and soul. Kay, maybe just the eyes.) Think the Brady Bunch House. Or Fred Flintstone's place.
Why do I bring this up? Because there's a place about half a mile from here that is a glorious example of this design and it's being let go to rack and ruin! (or maybe wrack and ruin - style guide differ) It breaks my heart! It makes me want to form the RSPCAA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Awesome Architecture, since you ask) so I can rescue this work of maddening art! Only, you know, people are a bit funny about you 'rescuing' their houses away. I have an uphappy feeling someone is going to knock all its one-storey wonderousness down so they can build a giant ugly grey stucco monstrosity with a four car garage on the lot. It will be a real shame.
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Clear sign of creeping old age? Giving a shit about who builds what in your neighbourhood. Get off my lawn!
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My husband is not going to be home for dinner tonight, so I am trying to decide if I should have leftover curry or leftover Halloween candy for dinner. (But not Leftover Halloween Candy Curry - that would one fusion dish too far.)
Just Say No.
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Well, that killed an hour. Netflix and leftovers, ho!
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I have spent part of the day gluing glitter to squirt guns. Well, mostly waiting for the glue to dry between applications of glitter to the squirt guns. I am not sure I really qualify as sane anymore. Or ever did.
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I've been invited to two holiday "do's" in the past two days. I am not mentally, emotionally, or spiritually prepared for the procuring of evening wear this entails.
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Today's prompt:
Do you feel you have found your voice on your blog? What techniques have you tried to develop your voice in your writing? What are some characteristics of your personality in your writing?
What they heck are they talking about?
So instead, let's go with this question that everyone thinks about all the time everyday almost pretty much:
What's your favourite kind of architecture?
Why, thanks for asking! I have a weakness for Mid-century modern! You know, butterfly roofs and clerestory windows and linear, open design and and pony walls made of concrete screen block - all that stuff. (All the furniture should be Danish, teak, and profoundly uncomfortable, but a feast for the eyes and soul. Kay, maybe just the eyes.) Think the Brady Bunch House. Or Fred Flintstone's place.
Why do I bring this up? Because there's a place about half a mile from here that is a glorious example of this design and it's being let go to rack and ruin! (or maybe wrack and ruin - style guide differ) It breaks my heart! It makes me want to form the RSPCAA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Awesome Architecture, since you ask) so I can rescue this work of maddening art! Only, you know, people are a bit funny about you 'rescuing' their houses away. I have an uphappy feeling someone is going to knock all its one-storey wonderousness down so they can build a giant ugly grey stucco monstrosity with a four car garage on the lot. It will be a real shame.
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Clear sign of creeping old age? Giving a shit about who builds what in your neighbourhood. Get off my lawn!
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My husband is not going to be home for dinner tonight, so I am trying to decide if I should have leftover curry or leftover Halloween candy for dinner. (But not Leftover Halloween Candy Curry - that would one fusion dish too far.)
Just Say No.
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Well, that killed an hour. Netflix and leftovers, ho!