Actually Thankful This Time Around
Sorry about that this morning. I don’t know – I’d just read the newspaper, and that always puts me in a bad mood.
But now it’s later, and I’ve eaten broccoli soup and cinnamon rolls and Hershey kisses, and watched 52 Pickup (Reid. I won’t spoil, but – Reid.) and Jon and Kate Plus Eight (those little kids are so sweet. *Is heartwarmed*) and Dharma and Greg (I shouldn’t, I know, but seeing Aaron Hotchner in a comedic role is a thousand times funnier than it would be for anyone else), and wrote some, and listened to some fairly decent music. So I’m feeling a bit more thankful for what I have right now.
So, instead of listing people who have less than I do, I’m going to list things that I have that I’m truly grateful for. Tangible things, with life/sight/literacy assumed.
- My laptop. Seriously. I could not live without this thing.
- The internet. Ditto. By the internet I include things like Criminal Minds, Arrested Development, Numb3rs, Dharma and Greg, this blog, email, etc.
- My mother. I was at a party she unofficially planned last night – she’s amazing. I love her so much, and she appreciates me and supports what I love to do. Ditto for my father. Even the lame jokes are sort of endearing sometimes.
- Microsoft Word. Or word processing in general, actually. McGee from NCIS writes on a typewriter, and while I think it’s awesome that he’s a writer of creative nonfiction (meaning, he very thinly disguises his coworkers as leading characters in his books), I would die trying to write on a typewriter. Or by hand. Alpha and Omega.
- My friends. (This list is not in preferential order. I don’t like Word better than my friends or my laptop better than my mom. Just so ya know) Seriously, guys – you’re awesome. I don’t know what I’d do without ya’ll.
- Chocolate. I am dead serious. My metabolism doesn’t like chocolate, but good lord… I certainly do.
- The library. I don’t know how I kept myself in reading material before I started using this.
- The newspaper. Ditto. I’m the only person in my family who throws out the comics and reads the paper cover to cover. Weird, I know. I embrace my weirdness tonight.
- My siblings. My sister bugs me to death, but I love her. I just don’t always like her – a distinction understood by those with siblings. And I get along really well with my brothers, which I’m grateful for.
- And you know what my number ten thing is? I’m glad that I’m happy right now. Recently I haven’t really been all that happy (hence: complaining constantly) but I’m proud of how NaNoWriMo is coming and I’m proud of myself. It’s superior.
I’m laughing again. I just referenced Dharma and Greg, so that explains it.
But I’m happy. And I’m grateful for it. I’m also grateful for basic things, like food and clothes and literacy and homeschooling and a bed (with a journal pillow… Mmm) and the ability to function relatively normally.
Tonight, I’m glad to be me. And that’s really all I want out of this holiday.
Don’t know if this was worse than the last one, or better. I don’t know. Whatever – you got ‘em both now.
~DreamingOfEverything
Giving Thanks
Terrorists. Gangs. Natural Disasters. Poison.
Putting things in perspective since the beginning of time.
Shortly before ten o’clock India time, there was a series of terrorist attacks in Mumbai, India. Wikipedia says 125+ people are dead and 327+ injured. Civilians are still being held captive in two hotels and a local Chabad House.A few blocks from where I live, there have been 5 fatalities and over 18 deaths in my city in the last two weeks, most of the victims under 18, due to increased gang violence.
There is still severe flooding in Brazil and much of South America, killing 84 in the state of Santa Catarina alone, displacing people and causing massive food shortages.
A tainted teething treatment in Nigera has just been discovered, after the deaths of 25 infants and many hospitalizations.
Why am I listing all these sad news stories, do you ask?
Because I’m going to be grateful this thanksgiving. Even with all of this, I’m going to be grateful if it kills me.
Last thanksgiving, when we picked up the paper and I found the part that didn’t have the Black Friday savings on it, the headlining story was about four girls who went to the same school and all had leukemia. The cases weren’t linked – one had been in remission for several years – but it wasn’t a big school, and they were about my age at the time. I use the word ‘were’ because it was likely that some of them wouldn’t make it to this thanksgiving. That was the point of the story, I guess. Look at these people, and I dare you to complain about anything.
It’s depressing to hear about all the terrible things in the world, but you can look at it one of two ways.
- There’s so much horror in the world that there’s no hope left and I should just kill myself and get it done and over with.
- Look, there are people who can’t read or write or see or hear or walk or breathe - I’m so glad that I can.
I’m not happy that people are starving in Africa or that little kids are being raped in Brazil or that bombs are going off in India. I’m not happy about that at all.
But can you complain about anything if that’s not happening to you? I do a lot of complaining. I know I do. Constantly. That’s what I do. I complain.
But I won’t, today. (*cough* read post, moron) Besides all that. Because it’s not complaining about myself, or complaining about anything that can actually be done.
I don’t know what I’m actually trying to say. I’m just rambling. But I think my point is what I said at the very beginning of this post, when it made kind of sense: These things put good in perspective. Sure, the zipper broke on my brand-new skirt and someone decided to mow their lawn at seven o’clock this morning and my teeth hurt, but at least I have clothing and dental care and hearing to be woken up early and literacy and a computer and internet access to be able to blog about it. Hell, at least I’m alive to be able to complain.
Sure, it’s probably a morbid way of being thankful. But complaining is who I am right now, and I can’t help but compare everything I have with people who don’t have these things. It means I can’t be jealous – I have no right too, after already being dealt one of the best hands the poker game of life has to offer.
I’m going to go play FreeRice to ease my conscience about using third-world-countries to chew out my own pathetic ungrateful self. Then exercise my ability to write and access to a word processor. Maybe.
~DreamingOfNothing
Tu eres mi amigo, mundo!
One small announcement:
I love my mother. And my grandmother. Because they bought me an awesome lapdesk thing. So now my computer won’t fry my lap or twist my wrists so I end up with carpal tunnel, which with the amount of writing I do, I’m very surprised hasn’t actually happened yet.
Also, in case you couldn’t guess from the title of this post, I love Spanish. I love my Spanish class, and I love the language. Dearly.
Noveling (with the use of word wars, because I spent most of the afternoon on NCIS and Arrested Development – Tony DiNozzo reminds me so much of GOB, I can’t explain it.
~DreamingOfNothing
Agitated Nuns
Yeah, should be writing. Story of my life.
So yesterday I started to check out something that’s incredibly popular and popping up everywhere I go – NCIS. No, it’s not connected to CSI, even though they’re spelled the same. There was actually a joke about that, I hear, where Abby (the resident forensic expert – the female part of the geek duo) says that NCIS is like CSI only if you’re dyslexic. There’s really not anything that makes this different than your average police procedural in theory (it’s not using psychology or math to solve their cases – they’re just naval related), but it’s not terrible. CSI drove me crazy, because they were working a million cases at once, and because I like realism (which I’m afraid that CSI lacks) – also, there were too many people for me to keep track of. NCIS really only has six: DiNozzo, Ziva, Gibbs, Abby, McGee, and Ducky (Dr. Mallard).
In NCIS, there’s the three central agents – DiNozzo, Ziva, and McGee. DiNozzo is a narcissist – a hilarious narcissist, but one nonetheless. He also makes various movie references with every other sentence, which amuses me to no end. Ziva – like nearly all female agents – is tougher than most of the male agents, and pretty cool, actually. She apparently originally worked for Mossad, which interests me. She started off as a Mossad Liason, which meant that I pegged her as a JJ character right off, but she’s really more like the average female agent – Megan, Liz, or Nikki from Numb3rs, Emily Prentiss or Elle from Criminal Minds, etc. McGee is the nerd of the show and the male half of the geek duo. He’s more of a computer guy though, unlike Reid. I’ve never encountered a character anywhere really like Reid, so there we are. These three struck me as one single group when I saw them all together at the beginning of Cloak (the most recent ep) and they spent several minutes insulting the Marines. Now, I don’t consider myself an expert, but I was sort of impressed that they were actually insulting the Marines. Even the FBI generally tries to remain on good terms with people like the Army, as opposed to
Ziva: What is this place?
Lieutenant: That’s classified.
DiNozzo: Classified? What do you got in there? Aliens? Bigfoot? Ark of the Covenant? (no response from Lieutenant) That only leaves one thing. (DiNozzo, Ziva and McGee all look at each other, then speak in unison) Unicorn.
or
Marine: What’s your clearance?
DiNozzo: About 6 foot 1 and a half. Why, you guys have low ceilings?
There’s also Gibbs – who I didn’t mention as part of the core team, because Ziva, McGee, and DiNozzo are like one team and Gibbs is the teacher that occasionally directs them. He’s much more obviously their boss, I think, than Hotch is, but that may just be because I’ve only seen one episode with them. Well, one and a half – I stopped after ten minutes of the latest episode when I realized that I wasn’t going to appreciate it. I somehow managed to stumble myself onto a sort of Janus List (Numb3rs) and I knew that I needed to grasp the team first.
Abby’s frequently been compared to Garcia in CM, but I don’t really see the similarity as much. I mean, they’re both quirky and wear their own unique clothing, and they both decorate their labs (Garcia’s computer lab, Abby’s science lab) with toys and bright things. And Abby did call McGee something that resembles what Garcia says (the actual quotation is escaping me. It’s from Murder 2.0, I know that much, but tv.com nor wikiquote have what I’m looking for), so I can sort of see it. I still like Garcia better, but each to his own.
And I’d like to apologize beforehand if I completely got all of these characters completely wrong. I mean, I thought that Gideon’s name was David Rossi when I watched Criminal Minds for the first time. I was like, “Man, Joe Mantegna looks completely different without his mustache.” *Facepalm* In addition, I couldn’t tell JJ and Emily apart (this is with them both looking completely different) and didn’t notice Hotch until the end of the second episode. While I’ll admit that the episodes in question were The Big Game and Revelations, and so my focus was mainly on the only character I could keep straight (Reid), there’s still really no excuse.
I feel like I’ve told that story here before. Whatever. If I have, ignore it.
Whatever – that all aside, I think that I’ve done an okay job. I know who Abby is. And Ducky, though that was trial and error there for a bit. He’s actually pretty interesting – appears to be the only one here who can profile, though Gibbs seems to be able to do some just through common sense. Ducky is also a coroner, which interests me, since I’ve never really seen a coroner as a regular character. In Numb3rs and CM they’re usually just information dumps. (It almost reminds me of Shadow Unit, actually. Ducky’s no Madeleine Frost, though. I actually laughed out loud when I saw the unsub in Murder 2.0 calling from a number labeled 666. Ah, Hafida, who is who I’m actually reminded more of by Abby than Garcia)
A shout-out, though – The episode I saw had the Numa Numa guy in it. As in, they were using him as an illustration of people getting famous over the internet, and they brought up his vid and watched it for a bit. It was very funny. Love the Numa Numa guy.
Anyway. Novel to write. I don’t think that NCIS will ever be a major thing with me (though, I don’t know, I recall saying that I didn’t like Criminal Minds as much as Numb3rs, and look at us now), but it’s something to spend the time. I find myself rather partial to police procedurals, so I’m certainly going to be keeping tabs on it.
Novel. Yes. That.
~DreamingOfNothing
Thirty-Six Hours
Yes, I know that I’m not being fair to Criminal Minds and that I’m reviewing Numb3rs on time after being really late on CM – still behind, actually. Well, live, CM. Numb3rs tonight begs me to review it. Now.
***SPOILERS FOR 36 HOURS, NUMB3RS EPPESODE 05-08***
1. There was a little thing at the beginning of this eppesode, with Charlie (or David Krumholtz, I guess, because he was out of character) talking about how they’d written and filmed the eppesode long before the 9-12 Chatsworth crash and that the families involved in that crash had their sympathy, and that this eppesode might be hard for some people to watch, after that. Which was really nice of them, I thought, even though CBS may be forced to do it. Still. Especially since – I just looked it up – there were a lot of similarities between this eppesode and the Chatsworth crash.
2. Charlie. And his little robots, specifically. This was sort of like Uncertainty Principle in that Charlie was a little overwhelmed by the crash site, which is totally believable because sitting in my living room, remembering the Oklahoma City Memorial and 9-11 and the Chatsworth train crash, I was a little overwhelmed. But his robots were adorable and completely amazing – they’re apparently something called Swarm Bots, and they work as a team but there’s also this cool feature where they can choose leaders based on their abilities. The computer program is incredibly sophisticated and this is one of those times that I love Numb3rs, because Criminal Minds would never get to use neat toys like that.
Oh, and another reason why I loved Charlie tonight:
Don (re Charlie’s blackboard): What’s up? You bring this thing wherever you go?Charlie (hesitates): I do.
*Hee*
3. Don. Was amazing. He was heading the whole thing and doing a pretty darn good job, too, if I do say so myself. Also, he was really awesome here:
Richard Cory (Jerk who lied about how much was in the trains and got loads of people killed): Tell me that you’ve never cut corners to get the job done.Don: Watch your head. (Slams head into side of SUV; closes door, to Nikki) I don’t want you doing stuff like that, okay? I want you being better than me.
Oh, Don. 
It’s like when parents swear and then tell their kids that they never want to hear the kids doing anything like that. It’s sweet of you.
Also, the jerk totally deserved to have his head smashed into the side of the SUV. He was really something else.
4. David. Getting more and more of a personality by the minute. I likey. He was a bit of an idiot – a heroic idiot, but a bit of an idiot nonetheless. I’m of the opinion that everyone on Numb3r’s FBI team is a total Gryffindor, anyway (Incredibly brave to the point of stupidity) and David exemplified that tonight. He was getting too attached to the kid, though, and you could just tell that he was getting close to losing it with Charlie’s bots – which, while amazing, aren’t actually that fast. He didn’t die, despite having, yanno, part of a train fall on him. He’s Super!David tonight, apparently.
5. Colby. Also amazing, though not as stupid. One of the things that makes him very different from David is that even though David’s been on this team for longer than anyone else other than Don (the original team was Don, David, and Terry, who’s been gone since the end of Season One), he’s still less experienced at a lot of things than Colby. Colby had all the spy stuff, and also he was in the army. So that’s why when Colby says things like, “Man, you gotta be careful. There’s a chance that kid’s not gonna make it, you gotta brace yourself for that. All right?” or “Take a break, all right? Napping is the smartest thing you can do right now,” Colby’s just being smart. Which, as theoriginalspy would be the first to point out, is very very disorienting, considering the past, well, three seasons.
And about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern – I must quote this:
(Colby walks into locker room where David is asleep on the table)Colby: Come on, man, wake up. I’ll give you a ride home.
David (stirs): Yep.
(Colby hears snoring)
Ah. Poor exhausted David.
6.Nikki. Who’s actually not that terrible, even though I did want to sock her when she was going on about the conductory who’s name is Syrian so duh it’s terrorism. Amita looked pretty pissed off too, probably because Amita’s got an Indian name but is American. She’s actually never been to India, unless she actually followed through on that trip she mentioned in Harvest. I missed Amita last week – I’m glad she came back.
But Nikki – still not Megan. No, I’m not going to let go of her. Ever.
Megan! We still love you!
7. Also, I’m seeing a pattern of crimes without any real criminal. Okay, so a criminal surfaced near the end of this one, but for most of the eppesode it was like Magic Show – without a real criminal. The cause of the crash (turns out, not the only cause) was the exhausted conductor who basically fell asleep at the switchboard. The other guy, the one who got his head smashed into an SUV, was the criminal who stopped the train from being able to stop in time regardless of the signal, but he didn’t show up until the very very end. I’m wondering why I see this pattern.
***SPOILERS END. AS DOES POST. DREAMINGOFNOTHING NEEDS SLEEP***
Memoriam
Writing. Yeah. I know. Should be doing it. I am writing, though. Just my Memoriam review instead of my novel.
Yeah, well. if I could get the lamo Oz gang together and get them to watch this, they’d say this stuff to. Sort of. Ish. Too bad I can’t put it in the novel. Whatevs.
***SPOILER FOR CRIMINAL MINDS EPISODE 04-07, MEMORIAM, WHICH IS BEING REVIEWED WAY TOO LATE***
Okay, you knew that one was coming back. Thanks, glimmeringlight. It’s getting loads of use lately.
1. Yeah, so this should be at the end of the review because it was at the end of the episode, but HENRY! BABY HENRY!
I was so sure he was going to be named Riley (or Reily, depending on how you chose to spell it. I’ve not been being consistent), and was sort of annoyed that Reily was instead going to be this other cute six-year-old who ends up 24 years dead. But by the time I finally saw Henry and was weeping over his adorable cuteness, JJ and Will could have named him Artemis and I would have been fine with it. (Actually, could they totally have name him Artemis? It’s a sort of weird name, but Artemis and Reid OMG. Even just an honorary Artemis. Side with me here, BlindinglyArticulate). He really is the epitome of adorable. And Reid was the second epitome of adorable in this scene, because he’s in love with this cute little baby already, just like everyone else on the team (and me).
And yeah, I did cry, even though I never cry. That whole scene was just that heartrending.
And I discover something:
2. Take a look at this quotation:
Garcia: (In response to discovering that JJ is having contractions) JJ – Why didn’t you tell us?JJ: Because I am not due for another three weeks.
Garcia: Um, newsflash – you’re in labor!
JJ: No, no, no, because Reid needs me right now-
Garcia: No, you need you right now – come on!
Okay, let’s ignore the awesomeness of this scene for a moment (and the fact that I totally called JJ ignoring going into labor) and notice one small thing: JJ’s telling Henry that No, he can’t be born yet, because Reid needs her.
I’m thinking:
*JJ/Reid ship returns in full fervor, leaving Prentiss/Reid coughing slightly in its dust*
Um, JJ, has it ever occurred to you that you might be marrying the wrong guy? Yes, I know what I’ve said about people in the BAU dating each other. Blame the hormones and the fact that I’m probably transferring the fact that I am not getting anything onto the character with which I identify. Anyway. He’s still sort of honorary daddy to Henry, so I’ll take what I can get.
And about that: THANK YOU, JJ. You’ve just given me the biggest gift of the season. That’s all I want for Christmas. (Though I wouldn’t mind if you could ship Reid in the mail. With Henry, preferably. Or Emily, she’d do. Thanks)
3. The daddy issues multiply. Like freaking Fibonacci bunnies.
I hate William Reid. I mean, about as much as if it had turned out that he actually was a evil killer, because GOD.
I’m glad that the writers didn’t go with the molestation angle, because that was what the promo was implying. I really didn’t want them to go there, because not only would it give Reid the absolute worst childhood possible (seriously, that’s the only think I can think of that they hadn’t already thrown at him) but also because I didn’t think it fit his character. Also, doing it to Reid and Morgan might be a bit of overkill. That was the one line they hadn’t crossed with Reid yet, and I’m glad they didn’t. (Besides, loads of my fanfic canon would be shot completely to hell.) Though Reid remembering his father sitting beside him on the bed and croaking, “I don’t want to be here,” definitely made me worry (as well as, yanno, nearly bringing me to tears again. I have no heart). So glad they didn’t go there, though.
Still. This guy ditches his ten-year-old son with a crazy mom (who is crazy, btw. She has this creepy head-bashing freakout in this ep, and O. M. G. So glad that my mom is sane) and doesn’t even have the decency to leave town? Just sticks around, at the same freaking law firm, while his ex-ish-wife is insane and his ex-ish-son tries to take care of her, while going through high school/college and being completely tormented the entire time *coughGoalPostIncidentcough), never contacting them again. Oh, and I almost forgot – as soon as he sees his son, 17 years later, all he has to say is, “You don’t look like me anymore. You used to – everybody said so.”
Alpha and freaking Omega. Even I’ve never done anything that evil to a character. William Reid is a first degree asshole. To the power of infinity squared.
4. PissedOff!Reid is amazing. I never, ever want to piss him off, but lord. When he does, get out of his way.
For instance, I wanted Reid to kill the asshole when William said that bit about Reid not looking like him anymore, but instead he said this:
Reid: They say some people look like their dogs, too. It’s attributed to prolonged mutual exposure – elderly couples, also. They unconsciously mimic the expressions of people they’ve been around their whole life so it kinda – kinda makes sense that I wouldn’t really look like you. I haven’t seen you in twenty years.
And while I hate William Reid – ouch. You totally deserved that, along with the expression of absolute loathing you got with it. Sure, it was only 17 years, but Reid is angry, okay, and understandably so, so I’m not going to criticize him on rounding slightly.
Though I’d also like to note – William Reid looks like a rat. I’m very happy that Reid doesn’t look a thing like him.
But I mean, Reid is completely legitimized for hating his father or lack thereof. Even without, yanno, all the other suck he had to deal with, the guy left, okay? And didn’t contact at all, give any reasons – his mom asked him to take Little!Reid with him, okay, and he didn’t even answer her. You know what, Diana, regardless of all the suck he had to deal with taking care of you and all, I’m glad he didn’t go with Asshole!William because he’s a complete and total jerk. Yeah. Only like that.
And the forgiveness thing isn’t doing anything for me. I’m sorry – you cannot make it okay that you abandoned your little kid with a lady who, while brave and motherly, is also unmildly insane, by saying that you can’t exactly deal with the fact that she witnessed someone kill the child molester/murderer who killed his son. Oh yeah, did I mention that the whole abandonment thing was six years later?
It doesn’t work for me. I hope that what most people are interpreting as forgiveness on Reid’s part isn’t actually forgiveness because really, I can’t think of anything that would allow me to forgive something like that. Maybe Reid’s just a better person than I am, but considering his attitude at the beginning of this ep, I think he’s still pretty pissed off. As I’d like him to be, at this guy.
5. Rossi is actually a really good replacement Gideon Daddy-analogue. Also, this was awesome:
(Reid enters hotel room to find Morgan and Rossi watching TV inside, when they’re supposed to be on a plane back to Quantico)Reid: What are you guys doing here?
Morgan: Hey – what does it look like we’re doing?
Reid: Breaking into my room and watching Days of Our Lives?
Rossi: The Young and the Restless.
Which, incidentally, is the show which the guy who plays Morgan was on. The humor was a little lesser this week, but then again – it wasn’t very conductive to humor. And besides, they got all the smiles they needed out of ADORABLE HENRY. Oh, and Hungover!Emily at the beginning.
6. This ep was really awesome in that it illustrated what makes Criminal Minds so amazing. It’s both the most horrible case they’ve ever had to deal with and the happiest thing that has ever happened to the team, and it really just proves the contrast that makes CM so perfect. The beautiful and the ugly, both together. And Henry is just sorta the definition of all that is good and happy in this world.
*Sigh* And that about wraps it up.
*Fades out to black*
“Yale? Yale. Do you want to go to Yale, Henry?”
*Quiet weeping in background*
~DreamingOfHenry
P.S. OMFG 1,467 WORDS???? *facepalm*
An incadesent beacon of subjectivity in the netherworld of cosmic nothingness
Okay, okay, the reviews are coming. Trust me. But I have two tests tomorrow, a novel to write, and two tests on Monday, so they’re going to be late. Sorry ’bout that.
I must, however, give ya’ll two vids which will probably be gone at some point (they’re linked from CBS, and they take things down after a few weeks) but you must watch. NOW. And I was going to embed these things, but CBS and WordPress aren’t getting along so I have no other choice but to give you hyperlinks.
Where JJ gives me the only birthday present I will ever need from her.
*Wipes tears from eyes* I seriously think that that may have been the only time I’ve cried watching this show. I don’t even know Henry – he’s not even real – but I love him anyway, just like the team does. I also must direct you to this because I worship buffyaddict13. Just so ya know.
Also you must watch this, from last night’s episode (ignore the first second or so, that’s not important):
How many existentialists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
I actually get this joke. And I laughed. But I also laughed before he even said it because I knew what the reaction of all the students would be. Almost the best part of this entire thing, though, is this:
Rossi: You do know that we want them to actually join the Bureau. We want these kids to think it’s a cool place to work.Reid: Yeah, I understand that.
Rossi: Existentialism?
Reid: Existentialism – that was a funny joke! What do you mean?
Rossi: Yeah, to Sigmund Freud.
*Laugh* Okay. Studying now.
But sure, why not. The good stuff’s not for a minute in, though I’m not sure why.
~DreamingOfNothing
Notice:
Dear Aragorn,
You should not be as good looking as you are. You do not begin to look fifty, which is how old you really are. You are older than my father, for pete’s sake. If it is not a crime for you to be so bloody handsome, it should be.
Abandoning you for Masterpiece, not because Reid is cuter (because he isn’t in face, but in character) but because you are too damn old.
Uncontentedly yours,
~DreamingOfNothing
They just did take us alive, Alvin.
Well. My essay is just finished, my test is just studied for, my novel is mildly underdone, but I’ve finished Alvin and the Chipmunks. I don’t even know why I watched it. I will claim momentary insanity.
And okay, it was cute. And sweet. And okay, the chipmunks were adorable. And I think I love Simon not because he’s played by Reid. No, not at all. But Tobias Funke was in it, and it was really disorienting to see him playing a bad guy. Awesome and hilarious, but still disorienting.
Also, I may love Jane Lynch. Also known as Diana Reid, who was in this movie as well as in Arrested Development, apparently, as that religious fanatic who’s in love with George Sr. or whatever. I want to see that, too, but apparently I need to:
Study more for my tests
Answer endless worksheets
Watch Memoriam for the official review
Watch Masterpiece, when it finally airs
Watch Arrested Development to see Jane Lynch
And continue to write my novel. Which is less interesting than any of the above things.
Yes, my friends, the daily feature entitled DreamingOfNothing’s Complaint Corner is back! (Note that my brain is commenting everything I say in a chipmunk voice. I have a problem here) Anyway, sleep. Yanno. That hobby I occasionally engage in. Schedule allowing.
~DreamingOfNothing
Creativity is HARD WORK
I’m on the bus right now, supposedly writing. Well, I am, but supposedly writing my NaNoWriMo novel. I’ve been working crazily in school all day (just because I’m semi-homeschooled doesn’t mean I can slack off. Homeschooling is like being self-employed – sometimes it
means that you work twice as hard.)and I’ve come to this conclusion:
Being creative is infinitely harder than doing menial, boring things.
Which is a pretty odd revelation, because usually creativity is like ‘letting go.’ Releasing all of the restrictions on yourself and letting insanity reign. That’s kinda the point of NaNo, actually.
But I’ve been doing semi-menial things all day (I mean, there’s brainpower involved in answering questions about The Hundred Year’s War, but it’s not a Creative Activity and I’m not sure what else to call things like that) and I’m discovering that this novel is harder. Way harder.
I’m sure I’m not discovering this – I’ve done this before, it must have occurred to me last year too – but I must have forgotten. I find myself wanting to work geometry proofs instead of writing this novel. And with my track record with math – that’s saying something. I seriously cannot muster up an ounce of anything for this novel. I feel accomplishing, like I want to go out and work – but writing somehow didn’t get filed under work in my mind. Because I want to do anything but writing that novel.
This makes me seriously reconsider my aspiration to be a writer. I’m pretty determined, when I want to be, and I do love writing with all of my heart – Just. Not. Now.
I’m going to go back to it, though, as soon as I finish this post. Because that’s how dreams happen – not through fairies, but bloody hard work. And I made that up on the spot, so that’s probably why it makes zilch sense. Whatever.
28,654 – 75 words in the last fifteen minutes.
~DreamingOfNothing
