we're getting to the bottom of the boxes and there's less to share
if you type "rereleased" enough times it ceases to look like an actual word. (if you e-file a tax return and it gets rejected, you have to fix it and re-file it. i did a lot of e-filing and re-e-filing today.)
today was steadily busy without being completely nuts. it was kind of nice. i tried to work on my bigbang during lunch, tho, and that was kind of a mistake. for one thing, i don't know how to explain to people what i'm doing. for another, i eat lunch at two, and at two-thirty or three, snacks go out in the cafe, which means that suddenly a bunch of hungry people appear. also today was the first red sox home game, so there were extra people in the cafe watching the game. and it's hard to write one's bang when there are a lot of random work people milling around. and i wasn't even writing porn!
i'm a little concerned about my ability to actually finish the story on time. i have three more weekends and that just isn't enough. >.< ugh, self.
yesterday's nostalgic basement wtf was a shit-ton of barbie stuff, a shit-ton of paper dolls, and a shit-ton of stuff i wrote in high school and college which NO ONE WILL EVER SEE. i took a writing workshop in college and my final grade included the comment that i'm great with dialogue and the odd detail, and i need to work on plot, because my stories lack shape and focus. amazing what hasn't changed in twenty-mumble years.
wanna see some old bridal shower invites? apparently people used to throw separate showers depending on what the gifts were, or at least they did when my grandparents were of an age to get married.
quarter for size comparison. :D it's a tiny invitation for a "variety" shower. i don't think zip codes were in use yet, but i love the total lack of street number.
an invite for a linen shower. theresa was my grandma, and ethel, hilda, and bettye were my grandpa's sisters. (hilda was the youngest girl. the baby of the family was a boy.)
the front of the invite. it's a watering can, natch.
another tiny one...
...this time for my grandma. you can tell how impressed i was with how little the invites are, because i just left the quarter on the scanner bed.
comparatively boring! i have no idea who j seld was.
i think but am not 100% sure that these were for my grandparents' wedding. they're not signed so i don't even know who they're from.
and because i thought it was pretty, a place card from someone's wedding. (mrs chas finn is my grandma, so it wasn't her wedding.) i have an old book of fairy tales and the illustrations look just like this.
i've started seeing previews for civil war on tv and they all seem to be framing the movie as tony vs steve, which irrationally annoys me. i don't want tony cluttering up my captain america movie. he got his own movies! he doesn't need to be encroaching on steve's.
fair warning - i may continue to be irrational and opinionated about this movie up until i actually see it. and then i'll probably just be hysterical and fangirly. and opinionated about bucky's hair. i'm sorry, i can't help it.
my parents have the winter soldier vs black panther pop secret. i am amused.
i may also continue to take pictures of mcu themed packaged foodstuffs, mostly because i can.
the drugs that built a super soldier - not that kind of super soldier. :D the americans-fighting-in-vietnam-while-hopped-up-on-speed kind.
scientists need your help looking at penguins - halfshellvenus, i think this is for you. :D
moon-shaped ice cubes. so round and cratered and cute.
crooked house, crooked house - what it says on the tin. courtesy of poisontaster, because she knows what i like.
and now i'm watching king arthur which makes me twitch, because it has hugh dancy and mads mikkelsen and stellan skarsgard (i forgot he was in it!) and ray winstone and i feel weirdly compelled to watch it when it's on, even tho i keep wanting to yell at the tv because it is WRONG.
today was steadily busy without being completely nuts. it was kind of nice. i tried to work on my bigbang during lunch, tho, and that was kind of a mistake. for one thing, i don't know how to explain to people what i'm doing. for another, i eat lunch at two, and at two-thirty or three, snacks go out in the cafe, which means that suddenly a bunch of hungry people appear. also today was the first red sox home game, so there were extra people in the cafe watching the game. and it's hard to write one's bang when there are a lot of random work people milling around. and i wasn't even writing porn!
i'm a little concerned about my ability to actually finish the story on time. i have three more weekends and that just isn't enough. >.< ugh, self.
yesterday's nostalgic basement wtf was a shit-ton of barbie stuff, a shit-ton of paper dolls, and a shit-ton of stuff i wrote in high school and college which NO ONE WILL EVER SEE. i took a writing workshop in college and my final grade included the comment that i'm great with dialogue and the odd detail, and i need to work on plot, because my stories lack shape and focus. amazing what hasn't changed in twenty-mumble years.
wanna see some old bridal shower invites? apparently people used to throw separate showers depending on what the gifts were, or at least they did when my grandparents were of an age to get married.
quarter for size comparison. :D it's a tiny invitation for a "variety" shower. i don't think zip codes were in use yet, but i love the total lack of street number.
an invite for a linen shower. theresa was my grandma, and ethel, hilda, and bettye were my grandpa's sisters. (hilda was the youngest girl. the baby of the family was a boy.)
the front of the invite. it's a watering can, natch.
another tiny one...
...this time for my grandma. you can tell how impressed i was with how little the invites are, because i just left the quarter on the scanner bed.
comparatively boring! i have no idea who j seld was.
i think but am not 100% sure that these were for my grandparents' wedding. they're not signed so i don't even know who they're from.
and because i thought it was pretty, a place card from someone's wedding. (mrs chas finn is my grandma, so it wasn't her wedding.) i have an old book of fairy tales and the illustrations look just like this.
i've started seeing previews for civil war on tv and they all seem to be framing the movie as tony vs steve, which irrationally annoys me. i don't want tony cluttering up my captain america movie. he got his own movies! he doesn't need to be encroaching on steve's.
fair warning - i may continue to be irrational and opinionated about this movie up until i actually see it. and then i'll probably just be hysterical and fangirly. and opinionated about bucky's hair. i'm sorry, i can't help it.
my parents have the winter soldier vs black panther pop secret. i am amused.
i may also continue to take pictures of mcu themed packaged foodstuffs, mostly because i can.
the drugs that built a super soldier - not that kind of super soldier. :D the americans-fighting-in-vietnam-while-hopped-up-on-speed kind.
scientists need your help looking at penguins - halfshellvenus, i think this is for you. :D
moon-shaped ice cubes. so round and cratered and cute.
crooked house, crooked house - what it says on the tin. courtesy of poisontaster, because she knows what i like.
and now i'm watching king arthur which makes me twitch, because it has hugh dancy and mads mikkelsen and stellan skarsgard (i forgot he was in it!) and ray winstone and i feel weirdly compelled to watch it when it's on, even tho i keep wanting to yell at the tv because it is WRONG.