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I don't know why the chorus has lived in my head since I was a kid.
SQUID prop (Superconducting Quantum Interference Device)
from Strange Days (dir. Kathryn Bigelow, 1995)
2023, in 7 minutes
Good God 2023 was exhausting. In the last 30 seconds, 😢. Wishing a better year for everyone.
We need to bring back private rail cars as the cool, sexy, exclusive way to travel, so instead of dumping the carbon budget of a small nation in the global south on private jets, celebrities have to attach their luxury pull an cars to the back of an Amtrak. Then the celebrities will lobby for Amtrak lines to be better
Seriously when did this
Become sexier than this
Like isn't it nice to watch the scenery, to be able to open a window and have fresh air, to be able to stand up all the way, not have your ears pop?
Journaling: an obsession
If you have ever kept a notebook and wrote notes about your day or lists of ideas and things to do, you would know a little about what gets people into journaling. Then there is a point when this habit becomes a hobby. Sometimes a hobby can be a borderline obsession. I’ve come to the conclusion that stationery and journaling as a concept has become an obsession that I need an intervention for.…
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I never saw this before. Albeit saw it happening live from my classroom window. Being a kid living through a tragedy is pretty different than being an adult, and on live tv.
Parenting is hard.
There are so many other words that follow but no more energy to do it.
Because the excuse to infodump about storytelling is the best thing in the world.....
Here's your excuse to infodump anything and everything, or something really specific and small, about your story :)
The story I worked on last was the most I got in a NaNoWriMo attempt, over 10k words! Sorry, this has taken a while to answer.
It's a space saga. I love Star Trek and spent the last year getting through the Orville. My story dreams up a world where space travel is a thing to the scale of Star Trek. I've got a main character finishing up her final year at the academy training school on a moon base. She's got friends and competition. This is one of the few times I thought of a cast instead of a main and supporting characters. It's a challenge to give multiple characters growth and story. I'm still working on it, but had to take a hiatus because of life. I would really love to self publish this one some day.
Anger is in abundance these days
Distraught
Where did our ethics go?
Who let our hearts fade?
Why did we give up our minds to anyone else?
Disconnected
Did we give it away?
Did we give up?
Not yet
Seattle Public Library is doing this awesome program called Books Unbanned that allows teens and young adults (ages 13-26) access to their collection of e-books and e-audiobooks from anywhere in the USA. All you need to do is fill out a simple form and you get their Books Unbanned card. Please share this information far and wide. I know they're not the only ones to have done this, but the more the merrier!
If this is real, I wish I knew this could happen on my old Nokia.
Anxiety is hard
A personal tragedy
Life before was thankful the sky is blue
Life during make blue skies ominous
NaNoWriMo is coming. The holidays are a thing that I feel conflicted over. But a month long event that I can really make my own, is something I look forward to.
At the moment is my internal debate on starting a new story or picking up where I was last with a previous story. I really want to finish one of my stories and I'm not feeling so inspired with something new.
This is around the time I dig into my hard drive and rediscover my work. It's a bit of inspiration for myself. I don't really edit but I reflect on who I was then and think if it inspires me again today.
It's August and I already dealt with the flu. I'm not looking forward to the school year starting in a few weeks because that means more germs exposure.
I feel worried and anxious about getting other people sick and about how much it feels like a disruption to life when getting sick. Almost nothing can be scheduled and all crowded events and venues are huge risks with sweaty palms and holding breaths to step through.
That did not used to be me before the pandemic. I feel a fear that I didn't have. Is this a form of PTSD? I want to be normal but it doesn't feel over. It weighs very heavy on me and daily life. I function, I go out, I mask when I think it's applicable but my heart is still unsettled.