FFFFFFFFFFF today was one of those days at work where my brain was just being a total durhurrduuuurrr. Literally we had JUST gone over remembering all the pet parents’ brought items and the dog’s collar in a huddle and what do I do? I go to get a dog and bring him out in a slip lead like I’m in play time mode and the owner goes, “Oh, he has a collar” and I just about died and was like, “I’m sosososososo sorry, I’ll go get that for you right away! Oh my gosh.”
She was really cool about it, but my manager and coworkers were right there and glanced over and I just PBBBBTTTTT for real? We just huddled about this why am I such an idiot? Can I do nothing right? //dying
I love my job but I’m such a doof sometimes! ; n ; I hope my manager can forgive me. Ugh.
Orientation was today and as expected we had to do some icebreakers with random folks in other departments. One kind of made me queasy—we were asked to share with the person next to us something that was unique, special, and awesome about us. I mean, everyone has a dream. But when I think about mine deeply it sounds generic.
Then of course there were people who said they hiked on a volcano or can do like a double triple backflippy thingy without a trampoline, or who have been all over Europe, or won some prestigious award that changed their lives forever…
And then there’s me, feeling like Emmett in the Lego Movie. The guy next to me asked me what was special about me and I legit just blanked and said something stupid—it’s like, after hearing all those awesome things people have already done with their lives what IS special about me anyway?
I dunno it just made me feel like a blob camouflaged in the greyscale. Like I’m going to disappear in a crowd because I haven’t done anything remarkable with my life except sit in front of a computer and try to convince myself I write good.
Two beautiful sweet Great Danes at work today and a chihuahua who loves me so much he always wants cuddles and won’t leave me alone (but he is afraid of everyone else) and 12 other adorable dogs all at once who swarm me in a puppy puddle of kisses and desired rubs whenever I crouch down
Hello, I am writing because I'm facing a most dreadful problem - my house is entirely devoid of ghosts! I am completely at a loss as to what to do in this situation. Is there any advice you could provide?
First of all, introduce yourself. Write your name on a piece of paper, light a candle, and burn said. Greet your home whenever you enter, you never know who will be listening.
The loudest ghost stories involve objects moving and sensations and sounds and all manner of things. Lovely, but most certainly not the complete story.
The quietest ghost stories are never told.
Stories of found keys, or suddenly remembered appointments, or food tasting better than it ought. Of cool breezes, feeling especially pleasant, on too hot days. Of warm drinks, especially comforting, on too cold days.
Smile in the mirror when you pass it.
The quietest ghost stories involve milk remaining proper a day or two longer the “best by” date, of fruit being a bit sweeter, of rain drops making a particularly pleasant cadence against the windows.
Knock gently upon the walls as you walk from one room to another. Not always, but sometimes, when you need a hug and an affectionate touch.
The quietest ghost stories are suddenly remembering a line from your favorite book, or a quote from your favorite movie. Sneezes going unsneezed, phones charging a bit faster, a bed feeling particularly comfortable as if unseen hands tightened up the sheets and fluffed the pillows.
Calm your fears of living in an unhaunted home and quietly appreciate the range of flavors the eldritch world presents. Your surprises will be pleasant.
Okay this is my second time watching Silent Hill (2006) and I still don’t quite understand how people get there or what everything they encounter is supposed to symbolize? Like what is the general premise for people to wind up there? Are they suppose to have some lifetime revelation?
Also I don’t understand the story about the young girl all the way—like how she was targeted by the cultists or why. And finally, the end? I don’t…I watched the end and I didn’t get what happened…did they never escape silent hill?
All the time it seemed like the main character (the mom) was just walking around in a strange world that was going through these occurrences which didn’t really have anything to do with her or her situation in her life prior?
Can anyone explain these things to me? (If you’re a Silent Hill fan I’m sure you’ve riddled it all out but I’ve only watched the movie and while I enjoyed it I’m still just…wondering…)
!! I finally found halters that fit my rats !! And I could get them both in them, even my skittish one! YYYAAAAAAAYYY little rattie walks! Mocha is a little timid of the open floor still but she’s warming up to it, bless her little heart. And LouLou went out on the grass with me today and hopped around and looked like she was having the best time of her life!
My favorite part of Journey is pairing up with a new player because A) You get to help them find cool stuff and B) The way they freak out when you jump down the final sliding part of the underground caverns (where you can’t avoid the machines) like NO MY FRIEND WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP NOOOOOOOOOOOO LET’S TALK THIS THROUGH is always entertaining
I don’t have much to say about the world of cartoons of this day and age, except for Adventure Time occasionally and the mastery of Gravity Falls. This is mostly me missing the 90’s cartoons and the early cartoons of the 2000s. By comparison the new stuff cartoon network is forcing out is below the standard by a mile.
However, on a day where I was bored and no new Adventure Time episodes had shown up On Demand, I decided to give that new show, Clarence, a try. And let me tell you a thing.
I went in expecting it to be complete, utter, nonsensical, mind-numbing BS like Uncle Grandpa (don’t even mention that show to me, I will crush it with the force of one million suns). Despite that, I gave it a chance, and it’s the only cartoon in a long time that has surprised me and defied my expectations. I watched all the episodes up so far, and eagerly await more.
Clarence, in fact, wasn’t BS. It was charming, and charmingly funny, it was sweet, and above all it was sensible and honest with recognizable characters in a familiar world, doing the impossible—growing up. I have to admit, I don’t like the art style very much, but it another respect I think the simple geometric style adds to the blissful simplicity of the friendships formed in the show, and makes it all the better.
Seriously, the show is sweet. Clarence himself sometimes may seem annoying, or like a motor-mouth, etc. But when you watch more than one episode of him you come to realize that he’s just excitable and talkative, in fact not annoying, and that deep down he has the best intentions—in other words, he’s just a sweetheart. Jeff, the fact-smart kid with control issues, also deviates from the initial impression when you begin to discover that a friendship he initially seemed abhorred to keep becomes a daily event that he looks forward to. And Sumo, while he at first seems to be the Ed of Ed Edd and Eddy, with nothing much intelligent to say or do, evolves and reveals that he is more knowledgeable than you thought—but in a different way. Together they’re an odd trio, but a trio that’s close knit and fun all the same.
Also in each episode I love to look for this deep-rooted social commentary that seems to be a recurring cameo around and within the characters. Sometimes it’s more noticeable than others, but it deepens the world and the neighborhood surrounding these kids, and brings it all this very strong sense of verisimilitude.
Thus far, I’m a fan of Clarence. Just goes to show you that judging a show based on first impression from the commercial or pilot is not always the best way to go. Try out new cartoons before you judge them! They might surprise you. (I experienced the flip side of this, because while I loved the pilot of Steven Universe, I have been consistently disappointed with the series. I hated that the art style was dumbed down for the series, but that was something I could get over. It was the fact that, while I loved the characters, I felt no connection whatsoever to their world or their story, and with every episode I felt more and more like what seemed to be a pre-established background plot was going nowhere at all that deterred me from Universe in the end).
Watching Battle Royale again, and remembering how much I hated the book in the sense that I LOVED IT SO MUCH I hated how much I loved it.
Until that book, I had never hated any characters as much as I hated the antagonists in Battle Royale. And writing characters who can be despised THAT much takes true talent. Also, on the flip side, writing protagonists who you side with so intensely it HURTS you to side with them because their being alive is so fragile in the first place takes a great deal of talent, too.
It’s such a great novel. Really. There were times when I was astounded by the level of gore of some moments, but even those were done quite well. And there were other moments where I threw the book down and cried, “WHAT THE HELL THEY ARE SO STUPID FF??!???!???”
At first a little boggling because of the amount of students to know all at once, then completely engrossing because of the quality of character and situation. An awesome novel.